An erotic experience for a lucky cab driver

I could hear Melissa’s sighs and moaning as she sat in the back of a taxi with the mystery man and he explored her body with his sweaty and eager hands. I could hear her whispering to him to touch her here, there, to make her come. The sound of her kissing, soft kisses on his neck, the man undoing the zip at the side of her little black dress to make room for his wandering fingers, the sound of skin against skin as he touched her inner thigh.

And then he asked her to pleasure him, telling her that he needed her tongue on his manhood, the warmth of her mouth clamped around his member. I held my breath, not wanting to listen but unable to tear myself away. I was taping everything that I was hearing and saving all of the photographs that were being beamed back, one every five seconds, to my computer. Unfortunately the bag where the camera was concealed was in the footwell of the cab and all I could see was Melissa’s leg up to mid thigh. It was enough to see his hand raise up her dress and caress her thigh, fingers pushed behind suspenders, caressing silk stockings, looking for something softer and sweeter.

I wondered about the cab driver and what kind of bonus Mystery Man must have promised him to let them get it on his taxi. Obviously the driver would have enjoyed the show but normally his main concern would have been for the state of his can and whether the police might pull him over. But as Melissa slid down the man and reached his fly, unzipping him and pulling out his large manhood, I could hear mystery man speaking quietly. I turned up the volume and leaned in close to the computer to try and make out what was being said. And then I made sense of it, he was talking to the cab driver, asking him what he thought of the girl and whether he would have liked to have swapped places. The car had clearly pulled over and the visuals coming through showed no light through the cab windows.

Mystery man groaned as Melissa worked his manhood to perfection, her tongue was a wondrous thing I knew from experience, and her tongue piercing was an incredible sex toy in itself. Then I heard him say to the can driver “touch her if you want” and on the photos a grainy image came through which appeared to show the cab driver reaching for my girl’s behind, then breasts, groping and fondling her as she pleasured the unknown orchestrator of the action. I was mad, but turned on at the same time. My girl was a minx and I couldn’t wait to get her into my bed when my leg was fixed...

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