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Saturday, August 28, 2010

Lincoln Park Mommy Chapter 02

Lincoln Park Mommy Chapter 02 [part 2 of 8]
By: ISawYourMommy (isawyourmommy2@hotmail.com)

The next Friday, Dan left the office early. He had to get to the dry cleaners before they closed to retrieve his tuxedo. He was attending a charity event being held at the Chicago Cultural Center, and was supposed to meet some co-workers and clients there. After picking his tuxedo up, he went home, showered and got dressed, downing a vodka and tonic before getting in a cab back to the Loop.

Dan's employer sponsored many philanthropic events throughout the year in Chicago, and this was one of the bigger ones. He guessed that four or five hundred people would be present. He also wondered briefly if Kelly MacGuire would be there with Mike, insofar as Mike's employer, too, was a co-sponsor of this event. He thought that it might be awkward if she was.

Once he got to the Cultural Center, Dan hooked up with the people from his office and his clients, and made small talk for a few hours, mingling about. As 11:00 approached, he and some friends milled through the crowd, checking out the talent. Typical of these events, the women were dressed to the nines, but most of them looked too high maintenance for Dan.

On their way back to the bar near where his group had set up for the night, he saw her. Just as he remembered, Kelly looked magnificent, wearing a Nicole Miller evening dress that clung to the pronounced curves of her luscious body. Her dirty blonde hair was done up in a bun, accentuating the simple diamond solitaire pendant that draped from her graceful neck. Her nails were painted a bright red, and on her feet she wore a pair of Jimmy Choo open-toed heels.

Kelly stood as part of a group of six or seven people, holding what appeared to be a vodka and tonic - maybe a gin and tonic; something clear, anyway - in her hand. Dan watched in fascination as her head tipped back in laughter at something that one of the people in her group must have said, exposing her sexy neck. As she put the glass to her red-painted lips to take another sip, her bright blue eyes quickly scanned the crowd around her and almost passed right over Dan. But they quickly came back to rest on him, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Kelly was surprised to see him. Her beautiful blue eyes went large for a moment, but she quickly recovered and looked away. Almost as an afterthought - or a sign to Dan - her free arm snaked around a man standing to her left, and Dan surmised that the man was Mike, her husband. Her message was clear: "Not here, not now." He turned to walk away, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. What he did not see, after turning away, was the surreptitious glance that Kelly leveled at him over her shoulder.

Having been left behind by his friends when he stopped to stare at Kelly, he made his way back through the crowd and rejoined his friends at the bar. About an hour later, listening to a client explain a recent problem that had arisen, he spotted Kelly over the client's shoulder, making her way toward him, graceful as ever despite her four-inch heels. However, as she approached the bar, she cut left through the entranceway and out into the grand hallway, giving Dan a meaningful look as she did so.

Dan took the hint and followed Kelly into the hallway, quickly finding her in the throngs of people that were just then leaving the charity event. "Hi, Dan," she said, in an old-friend-you-haven't-seen-in-a-while type of voice. "What are you doing here?"

"My firm is one of the sponsors of this thing. How about you?"

"Same thing. Mike's company is one of the sponsors." She glanced around her, and then her gaze slowly returned to Dan. "Look, I can't talk, but are you going to be here a while?"

"A little bit. Why?"

"We were just going to leave; Mike's tired. But maybe I'll tell him I want to stay out with some of my old co-workers. Want to meet me somewhere?"

"Absolutely. Where?"

"We'll leave here in a few minutes, and I'll put Mike in a cab. Meet me at the corner of Wabash and Randolph, under the El, in fifteen or twenty minutes, and we'll go somewhere," she said as she quickly walked off, presumably returning to the side of her husband.

Dan watched as the smooth fabric of the elegant dress swayed across the tight globes of her ass, before returning to his co-workers and clients. He engaged in light banter for a while, and said his good-byes. He made his way out of the Cultural Center and walked down the block to the El tracks. Kelly was waiting there for him, wearing a long, cream colored Burberry coat over her dress; she looked stunning. Dan reached for her hand, but she quickly pulled back. "Not here. Someone might see. Let's get a cab."

Dan turned and hailed a cab, holding the door for Kelly as she entered. As soon as she was settled, she informed the cab driver, "Fullerton and Southport, please." A major intersection near Dan's condo.

"Yes, ma'am," came the stilted reply of the Middle Eastern driver.

"What, you don't want to go for a drink first?" Dan teased her as she pulled her long, dirty blonde locks from the confining bun and shook her hair out.

"No. I want to go back to your place and fuck," she lilted, noticing that the cab driver gave her a long look in the rear view mirror. She reached her right hand out and started stroking Dan's thigh as the cab began its journey to the western part of Lincoln Park. "I can't wait to feel your cock stuffing me," she continued, a mischievous grin crossing her lips. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the cab's backseat.

Dan moaned under Kelly's touch. "Glad there's no traffic, then."

"Mmm. Me, too. I feel like such a slut. Putting my husband in a cab, and then getting in another one with you." Kelly felt her pussy start to moisten at the thought. The cab driver was again staring at her in the rear view mirror.

Fifteen minutes later, when the taxi pulled up in front of Dan's building, they climbed out. "That cab driver was freaking me out," she said as Dan shut the door. "He wouldn't stop staring at me. Gross," she finished, with a sour look on her face.

"You're a hottie. That's why he was staring at you. Or maybe it was your language. Maybe he wanted to take you home and fuck you."

"Wouldn't be the first time," she responded, under her breath, as Dan keyed open the outer door to his building. Dan held the door for her as she breezed by, her scent floating in the air.

"What's that mean?" Dan asked, following her across the lobby to the elevator. As the doors closed, Kelly pushed Dan against the elevator wall and started stroking his cock through his tuxedo pants. She went to her tip toes, and her warm, pink tongue snaked out to play with his lips. She heard a sharp intake of Dan's breath as her tongue wormed its way into his mouth.

She still hadn't answered his question when the elevator doors opened on his floor, and they exited the elevator and approached the entry to his condominium. "'Wouldn't be the first time'? What does that mean, Kelly?" he asked as they entered his condo.

"It means, idiot, that he was not the first cab driver that has wanted to fuck me," she said, dropping her coat on a side chair. "And if he had fucked me, he would not have been the first cab driver to do so. Clear now?" she taunted, pulling the straps of her gown off her shoulders. It slipped down her body, and she stepped out of his, clad only in a bra and her Jimmy Choo's.

"Ooohh, ggodd," Dan breathed, savoring the sight of her body, of her bald cunt. Kelly pushed him back on his couch, unbuckled his tuxedo pants, and fished his growing cock from them. Her manicured hand encircled the thickening rod, and began tugging it up and down.

"Sorry," she said with a smirk, dropping her right hand from his cock and replacing it with her left. She continued to stroke his cock, feeling the heat coming from the head on her upstroke. Without warning, she spit on his cock to add lubrication. After a few more strokes, she dropped her red-painted lips to Dan's cock, and engulfed it in the silky warm cavern of her mouth, causing Dan to shudder and gasp.

Something inside Kelly triggered the slut, and the blowjob went from slow and gentle to sloppy and rough. Saliva dripped from between her lips and Dan's cock, and flowed down the length of his shaft, further lubricating the hand that stroked up and down. "You gonna cum?" she inquired after a minute or so of slurping.

"Soon," Dan breathed.

"Unt-uh," Kelly said around his cock, removing it from her mouth. "Not yet, you don't. Time for you to get what you want."

"What's that?" Dan said, his breath slowly returning to normal.

"You wanna know how a seemingly prim and proper housewife ended up getting fucked doggy style by a smelly, Indian cab driver," she whispered as her mouth once again moved to cover the stiff shaft standing straight up from Dan's crotch.

***

About a year after Evelyn was born, Kelly went out one night with her girlfriends. She needed a break, and Mike said he'd stay in with Evelyn. It was, she recalled, the spring of 2003. Kelly and her girlfriends did some barhopping in Lincoln Park, starting at Zella's and later moving to Bordo's. About midnight, Kelly decided, through her alcohol-fogged brain, that it was time to go home to her husband and child. She had been out for four or five hours, and had consumed plenty of vodka.

Part of her wanted to stay; being hit on all night by the college kids and twenty-somethings had moistened her over-used pussy. The alcohol had loosened her inhibitions (to the extent she had any) and she now had a strong desire to have her cunt punished by a thick cock. It was her own fault, of course. She shouldn't have dressed as provocatively as she had. The open-toed Jimmy Choo's and black leather pants hugging her ass were enticing enough on their own. But the snug, pink, cashmere sweater that did nothing to hide her substantial 34D tits brought more attention than she was capable of dealing with - with her friends present, at least. Unfortunately, she knew she couldn't let a college boy take her back to his dorm room while her friends were still around; she was sober enough to realize that. She resigned herself - and her pussy - to an empty night.

A few minutes after twelve, Kelly left Bordo's and hailed cab. "Sheffield and Armitage," she directed the driver, who immediately took off. Kelly shifted in the back seat of the cab, tried to itch the scratch that was burning between her legs. 'God, I need cock,' she groaned inwardly, looking at the driver in the rear view mirror, pouting. 'Too bad I got a stinky Hindu and not some young stud.'

"Take a left here," she said as they approached her intersection.

As the cab pulled up in front of Mike and Kelly's walk-up, Kelly decided to throw caution to the wind. "Um, I'm really sorry," she began in a soft voice. "I don't seem to have any money on me." As she said this, Kelly slipped the twenty dollar bill back into her Louis Vuitton handbag.

"I not drive you for free," came the harsh reply. "You pay fare for drive home."

"I know. I'm sorry," she pleaded, leaning forward. "I thought I had money, but I don't. What can I do?"

"I will take you to ATM. You get money there. I keep meter running."

"That won't work, either," she responded, her head now between the seatbacks, her mouth just inches from his ear. "I don't have my credit card with me," she explained in a sweet voice. The cab driver continued to stare at her in his rear view mirror, and his eyes widened as Kelly's head bent even closer to him, and her long, pink tongue slithered out and licked his ear lobe. It tasted salty, and she could tell, at this close distance, that this disgusting man had not showered in many an hour. "How about I pay you some other way?" she whispered. He shivered as her hot breath caressed his inner ear. Despite her revulsion at this repellent foreigner, Kelly was willing to tolerate his smell and his lack of cleanliness if he would be willing to slide his cock between her cunt lips and bring her to an orgasm.

"You pay. . . . Please. . . . You pay for ride," the driver said, nervous at the sight of the little blonde wife nibbling at his ear.

"I will pay," she said, glancing over at the dashboard, spying his chauffeur's license. "I will pay, Abu. With my body. You can fuck me. You can play with my tits," she said, leaning forward further so that her tits squeezed between the seatbacks. Her right arm crossed the threshold from the back seat to the front, and her long, manicured fingernails lightly stroked Abu's chest while her mouth maintained its vigil at his ear. "What do you say, Abu? I'll pay you with my body?"

After a pause, "Where?" came the barely audible reply.

"Pull down the street and turn into the alley," Kelly answered, dragging her red nails across the Indian's chest. Or was he Pakistani? In the end, it didn't really matter to her; cock was cock, after all. As she sat back and Abu pulled into the alley, Kelly recalled that Mike's Range Rover was in the shop, leaving an open spot in their carport. 'Perfect,' she thought, directing the cab into the vacant parking spot. "Turn your lights off. You'll wake my husband," she whispered, even now afraid that her voice would carry into the house she shared with her husband and child. She exited the cab, sure to close the door quietly.

Kelly was now cursing the contractors that were taking so much time to finish the rehabilitation of their home. They had left the garage for last, and hadn't even started it yet, despite the fact that the rehabilitation of the house itself began the previous summer. As such, Kelly and Mike continued using the carport that was there when they bought the place. She couldn't do anything about it; she couldn't complain. The contractors had enough to destroy her sedate and comfortable life. But the problem was the carport had no walls. It was only a roof held aloft by a dozen or so posts. If Mike were to look out one of the windows, he might be able to see her. To see them. See his wife on her knees sucking the cock of a strange man, or bent over the hood of a car taking it from behind.

Rather than give her pause, these thoughts galvanized her. As Kelly strode to the back of the cab, putting it between her and her house (and thus Mike's eyes, should they find their way to the back yard), Abu too exited the cab, and met her at its trunk. He was taller than Kelly had imagined, standing close to six feet. Not extraordinarily tall, but still, taller than her five-foot-four-inch frame. He was dressed in natty twill pants and a pullover shirt, his feet clad in worn, leather sandals. Not exactly a picture of refinement, but Kelly wasn't looking for refinement tonight. Refinement was waiting for her in her bedroom, or perhaps on the couch in the television room, and made love to her while he called her "honey" and said "I love you." Tonight, she was looking only to get fucked. The only terms of endearment she wanted to hear were things like "whore" and "tramp" and "fuck toy."

As Abu approached her from the driver's side of the car, Kelly stood on her tip toes and put her arms around his neck, pulling his face towards hers. As it approached, her tongue darted out again, this time parting his dried lips. The smell of him, of his breath, almost put her off, nearly caused her to forego this opportunity. Only the tingling between her legs, the wetness that was quickly gathering on her lips, prodded her on. Thus, her tongue continued its journey into Abu's mouth, and soon his tongue joined the fray.

"Mmmm," she heard him moan as her hands left his neck and traveled down his chest, one hand remaining there, another continuing down to his crotch. She rubbed, and was rewarded with a twitch underneath the twill. 'Not huge, but it'll do,' she thought to herself as her manicured fingers continued to stroke the Hindu cock through the material of the pants.

For his part, Abu now began to feel a little more comfortable about this situation. He was somewhat nervous, standing here in this woman's backyard, out in the open, but he was no longer concerned about getting into trouble. Clearly, this woman wanted to have sex with him. That decided, his body relaxed, and his hands began to roam her lithe little body. They first found her hips, encased as they were in the sexy leather pants that clung to her form. They pulled her pelvis towards his own, trapping her hand there, and one hand slipped to her tight ass, massaging a cheek.

As the incongruent couple continued their make-out session, with no objections from Kelly about his wondering hands, Abu let a hand slip up her rib cage and brush the outside of her left breast. When this, too, failed to bring an objection or a slap in the face, the hand continued to fully cover the large globe. Abu felt the thick nipple protruding under the cashmere top, and then felt it grow as he squeezed, encouraging him to continue.

Just then, headlights appeared at the end of the alley, coming from the street, and both Kelly and Abu recognized the sound of a car. They quickly parted and scurried to the front of the cab, away from the alley. The car, moving slowly down the alley, continued its monotonous journey toward them. Kelly, heady with lust, excited at the prospect of being penetrated, elated at the thought of getting fucked by a stranger in her own backyard while her husband was inside, pushed Abu against the hood of his taxi, and grabbed at the waist of his ratty pants, pulling the button free. Her long, manicured fingers had trouble grasping the zipper, but eventually she managed, and Abu's pants fell to his feet.

Kelly pulled his thickening cock through the opening at the front of his boxers and tugged on it, causing blood to rush toward the head. Wanting to feel it grow in her mouth, Kelly squatted and lowered her red-lipsticked mouth to the cockhead, allowing her tongue to twirl around it once then twice, before burying her face in his Abu's crotch, his cock now fully encased in her hot mouth. The sound of the car - probably a neighbor's - drowned Kelly's moan out, but Abu, his cockhead now planted firmly against the back of her throat, could feel it reverberate into his stomach.

As Kelly sucked, Abu grew to his full length, maybe six inches. 'Not the biggest, but I've had smaller,' she thought. Satisfied with the rigidity, Kelly began bobbing her head quickly - violently, almost - on Abu's cock.

"So nice," she heard him breathe as his cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat.

Removing his cock from her mouth, Kelly let her displeasure be known. "Ssshhh," she whispered, her left hand replacing her mouth on his cock, her diamond engagement ring glittering in the faint glimmer from a faraway alley light. "That's my house. We're thirty feet away. My husband might hear you," she said, as she again placed his cock between her bright, shiny red lips.

She felt his hands in her hair, pulling her deeper into his crotch. Kelly reveled in the dominance. Sucking his cock hands-free, Kelly let her left hand drop to her crotch, and began rubbing her wet slit through the leather pants. Her other hand squeezed one of her gargantuan tits, paying special attention to the erect nipple that had swollen within the confines of her 34D bra. "Oooohhh gggaawwddd," she mumbled around Abu's cock.

Without warning, she pulled it from her mouth with her right hand, and began furiously stroking it, aided by the saliva that covered the brown rod from root to tip. "I love sucking cock," she whispered, looking up into his eyes from her squatting position, her left hand cradling his balls, tickling his scrotum.

The lust in her eyes was apparent, and Abu once again grabbed the back of her head, forcing his cock back into her mouth. Her warm, slick mouth squelched around his cock, and she moaned in hunger. "Mmmmmm," she hummed around the brown phallus. Lust burned within her. She could feel it dripping from between her cunt lips, soaking her thong. She could feel it in her nipples, inflamed, aching for attention. She needed to get fucked - now!

Kelly let Abu's cock from her mouth, rising to her feet. As she did so, it brushed against her chin and then her cashmere-covered tits, leaving a trail of saliva behind. She again threw her arms around his neck, intending to jam her horny tongue into his mouth. But Abu turned his head. "You not kiss me. Not after my cock in your mouth," he said, with a sour look on his face.

"Fuck you, asshole," Kelly responded with a hiss. "Good enough for your cock, wasn't it?" When Abu failed to respond, Kelly shrugged and wrapped one of her hands around his cock. "What do I care? I just want this," she said in a sing-song voice as she sharply tugged his cock downward, causing him to wince. "You ready to fuck me with this?"

"Hmm-mmm," Abu muttered, as Kelly released her grip and undid her pants. Kicking off her heels, watching the expensive shoes skitter across the carport floor, she struggled to pull the tight leather pants and her thong over her hips and down her shapely thighs. Having succeeded, she hopped up on the hood of Abu's cab, placed her now bare feet on the dirty bumper, and spread her legs wide. In this position, she gave Abu his first view ever of bald pussy, and his eyes went wide.

"Get over here, shithead," she commanded. As Abu stepped between her splayed legs, Kelly again wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it back to rigidity. She pulled the heated cock toward her cunt lips, and shuddered when she felt the head make contact with them. As she swiped the head up and down her lips, lubricating it further, she buried her head in his smelly shirt, her mouth searching out his nipple.

Her well-used cunt being as loose as it was, Abu's average sized cock slid right into her with very little effort. "Aaaaggghhh," he grunted, feeling her wet heat surround him. He pulled out a little, and then gently slid himself back in to the hilt. "So tight," he muttered under his breath.

Kelly, hearing this, and not satisfied with his gentle nature, removed her face from his chest with a laugh. "Tight?" she whispered. "I don't think so. This hole has seen more cocks than you get in passengers in a year," she breathed as Abu began a rhythmic fucking of her cunt. "It's tight when there's a thick-cocked college boy fucking it. It's tight when some black stud finds his way into my pretty little panties," she taunted him with a sneer. "For you, it's loose."

"Bitch," Abu muttered as his average-sized cock pounded Kelly harder, causing her naked ass cheeks to slide further up the hood of the filthy taxi cab.

"Yyyeessss. That's what I wanted," she hissed through clenched teeth as her juices seeped from her cunt, coating the filthy hood of the cab. "Pissed you off, huh? Good, I want you pissed off. Hate-fuck me, you Hindu bastard." And that's what Abu did. To keep her sliding away, he grabbed her hips and began pistoning his cock in and out of her sopping cunt. His breathing increased, as did Kelly's, and she put her hands behind her on the hood of the car to brace herself. "Ooooohhhh, fuck," she almost yelled. "M-m-m-m-more," she stuttered as the cock continued to part her bald pussy lips in quick, staccato thrusts.

Abu lifted a hand away from one of her hips and brought it to the back of her head, gripping her dirty blonde locks tightly in his fist, pulling her head back. Overcome with lust, he leaned in to sink his tongue in her mouth, but Kelly was having none of it.

Turning her face quickly away from him, she taunted, "What do you think you're doing, Hindu? I'm not kissing you." Slamming her cunt back at Abu's pelvic bone, she continued, "This mouth is for cock only. No kissing. This is not romance, asshole. Just fuck me. That's all you get."

This angered Abu even more. "Fine, you unfaithful slut," he said, removing his cock from the warm folds of her cheating cunt and pulling her off the hood of his taxi. He shoved her toward the silver BMW that had been backed into the carport. "Then you take it this way, you haughty American bitch. Like a dog, you faithless whore," he finished, as he bent her tight body over the trunk of the BMW.

Feeling him move in behind her, his hands gripping her hips from behind, and the heat of his cockhead as it brushed up against her dripping cunt, Kelly almost squealed in delight. "Oooooohhhh. I love it this way," she said under her breath, peering at him over her shoulder, the lust evident in her sparkling blue eyes. "I love being fucked doggy-style. Come on, Abu. Slide it in me, fuck me."

Abu had every intention of doing just that, but Kelly aided his progress when she reached underneath her, found his searching cock, and guided it between her pussy lips. Abu loved the feel of her long nails scraping along the underside of his cock, and began a solid in-and-out stroking of her cunt. When she was satisfied that he was firmly seated within her, Kelly stretched her upper body across the trunk of her car, bracing herself against Abu's rocking pelvis as it slammed into her ass cheeks.

"That's it, Hindu. Fuck me . . . just like that . . . mmmmm . . . yyeessss. This is soooo awesome. I love this, Abu. I love . . . getting fucked . . . by . . . strangers . . . mmmmm," she grunted between thrusts of his pelvis. Kelly wished her sweater was off, her bra too. Her nipples were burning, and as Abu thrust into her unprotected cunt from behind, she knew the cool sheet metal of her trunk would salve the burn.

"American whore," Abu muttered under his breath. "You are all same. Nasty whores . . . no morals . . . sex is sport to you."

"That's right, Hindu. I'm a fucking whore," Kelly responded with lust in her voice. "Treat me . . .," she began, but stopped when Abu suddenly stopped his fucking motion and interrupted her.

"Stop calling me Hindu," he said, slapping Kelly's ass.

Gasping at the humiliation of being slapped by this cab driver, this revolting dirt bag, she asked "Why? What the fuck should I call you?" she asked with disdain, still bent over the trunk of her M3, thrusting her hips back at Abu's cock, silently begging him to continue.

"Because I'm not Hindu. I am Muslim. That is why," he responded as he resumed fucking Kelly from behind, slapping her ass again as he did so.

"Muslim, Hindu. Who cares? I'm a whore, and you have a cock. That's all that matters. Now, treat me like a slut," she breathed.

"Bitch," he muttered. "I treat you like whore." Abu picked up his pace, crushing his pelvis against Kelly's ass cheeks, rocking her body to and fro as he fucked her from behind. She felt her massive tits, swaying beneath her despite the confines of the bra, lightly brush against the trunk of the car, causing her thick nipples to harden further still. Abu's hands slid up her back, pulling her cashmere sweater with them, exposing her back, slicked with perspiration, to the cool night air. They returned to her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them back together again, playing hide-and-seek with her asshole. Understanding Kelly's morals - an easy undertaking, since she possessed none - Abu let the fingers of one hand stray to the tiny star that was her asshole.

As his thumb approached its target, Kelly bucked, almost knocking Abu off his feet. He thought that was the proverbial slap in the face he expected earlier, but she quickly dispelled him of that notion. "Oooohhh, you wanna fingerfuck my asshole, huh? Go ahead, I lllooooovvveee that," she said in a voice that was no longer a whisper. "Stick your dirty thumb up my ass, Abu."

Leaning over slightly, Abu allowed some saliva to escape his mouth and drop onto Kelly's butt hole. His thumb inched nearer, and spread the saliva around, lubricating both itself and her anal opening. Continuing to fuck her cunt, Abu applied pressure through his thumb on Kelly's asshole until he felt it violate the tight barrier. "Oh, fuck!" Kelly nearly screamed.

The volume of her voice alarmed Abu, and he leaned over her prone body, driving it against the side and trunk of the car. He whispered in her ear: "Shut up. It is your house there. You do not want your husband to hear you, yes?" She turned her head to look toward her house, but seeing no movement, no lights turned on, she thrust her hips back at the stranger that had her bent over the BMW her husband had bought for her.

"Fuck me then, Abu. Make me do nasty things," she whimpered. Abu straightened, and his thumb picked up where it left off, invading her puckered asshole and feeling the inner walls of her anal passage. His cock continued to slide in and out of Kelly's loosened-by-excessive-use cunt. That cunt was almost gushing at this point, and Abu became almost delirious with lust. His cum was about to boil over and out of his nut sack and shoot deep in Kelly's womb.

"Shit, shit, shit," he chanted. "I cum. I cum in you," he grunted as his thrusts turned to short, hard jabs.

Snapped back to reality by the realization that this filthy Indian was about to saturate her unprotected eggs with his sperm, Kelly straightened, and pushed Abu away from her back side. "Oh no, you don't," she said, spinning around and again dropping into a squat. She gripped Abu's pulsing cock in her hand and, placing the shiny purple head against her tongue, began stroking him rapidly. "Cum in my mouth," she muttered. Her voice sounded as though her tongue was frozen; it couldn't move with Abu's cock planted firmly on it. A few strokes further on, she received her reward.

The Indian's cum poured forth from the tip of his cock in a constant stream. It didn't shoot like a squirt gun, but didn't quite dribble either. It was like someone opened the tap on a faucet just slightly. The thick ejaculate quickly covered her tongue and as more spewed from the tip of his cock, it slid into her mouth and down her waiting throat, coating it with the slippery substance. Kelly continued to jerk Abu until she was sure that all the cum that was to be had was safely in her mouth, and then she swallowed.

"Incredible," she heard Abu whisper. "So good, so good."

"Yeah, but now it's my turn. Can you get this thing up again?" she asked as she again took Abu's cock between her red-painted lips, stroking him with a free hand.

"I do not know this. It may take minutes."

In her peripheral vision, Kelly saw a light turn on in her television room. "We don't have a few minutes, Abu," she whispered impatiently. Standing, she pushed him back against the front of his cab, and backed herself against him, facing her house. "Use your hands. Play with my clit." Abu's arms encircled Kelly's little body. With one hand, he held her tight sweater up and out of the way while the other found its way between her legs. It didn't have to search too long; Kelly's pussy was sopping wet, and her juices slid slowly down her legs. Further, it wasn't hindered by pubic hair; his fingers slid down her stomach and immediately felt the folds of her cunt, quickly homing in on her clit.

When Abu's fingers brushed against her clit, Kelly closed her eyes and let her body relax and fall back against the dirty cab driver. "Oohh, yes, Abu. There you go. Now just rub it, in a nice circular motion . . . Mmm-hmm . . . just like that . . . a little faster . . . mmm."

Kelly opened her eyes only to see a silhouette pass behind the shades that were drawn in the television room. The image excited her, spurred her on; she rotated her hips against Abu's searching fingers, adding to the pressure against her slick clit. As Abu's other hand slid up her stomach underneath her sweater, she murmured in delight. Her hands followed Abu's, and her long nails struggled with the clasp on the front of her bra, finally freeing it and her massive tits. 'What am I doing,' she thought. 'In plain view of my house, I just fucked this dirty foreigner. Now, I'm leaning against him while he fingers my clit.' She knew she should feel ashamed, that she should stop this immediately and go home to her husband and child. But she couldn't. She loved it. She loved that she shouldn't be doing it, but was doing it anyway. With a stranger. In her own backyard. 'God, what if Mike looked out the window right now? What would he think?' The thought brought considerably more fluid pouring from her cunt lips.

And what would Mike see if he were to pull the shades and look out his back window into his yard? Nothing, at first. The light was dim at best, but if he caught movement, if he caught a glint from his wife's jewelry, he might see them. And he would be appalled. Her Jimmy Choo's - he paid over $800 so that she could wear them - were cast aside on the floor of the carport, one upright on its heel, the other resting on its side, both scuffed. Her leather pants - "I bought them because I know they turn you on," she had told him - were punched up in a ball on the floor between the taxi and her BMW, covered now in dirt and dust.

Mike might see Abu, but of course, he wouldn't know his name, or where he came from, or what he did, or why he had one hand pulsating between his wife's legs while the other hand pushed up her expensive sweater and was busy massaging her tits and squeezing her nipples. He wouldn't be able to tell much else about Abu, insofar as most of his body was blocked by his wife's nearly naked one.

On that note, Mike would see his wife's bare feet supporting her trembling legs; if the light hit her just right, he would be able to see her copious cunt juice running down the insides of her legs and liberally coating her bald pussy - and Abu's rubbing hand, too. Her taut, tanned belly was exposed, the sweater now pulled up and exposing her marvelous tits from which his daughter had only recently ceased nursing. It is doubtful that he could see, in this light and from this distance, Kelly's bright-red nipples throbbing in the cool night air, but he couldn't miss the light brown hand that squeezed the titflesh so hard it almost oozed between Abu's fingers, nor would he miss the fingers suddenly releasing his wife's beefy tits only to latch onto one of those nipples and twist.

Taking all this in, Mike might think his wife was being assaulted, but the absurdity of such a notion would quickly dissolve when he looked into her face. The slick juices running down her thighs were certainly a giveaway, but with her head tilted back against Abu's chest, her mouth hung open in pure, unadulterated lust, her eyes screwed shut, no one could miss the fact that Mrs. Kelly MacGuire was deep in the throes of an orgasm brought on by the strumming fingers of an Indian cab driver.

And if Mike were to open the window from which he watched his wife's debauchery, he would be greeted by sounds that would only confirm his worst fears: his wife was, in fact, enjoying the manipulation at the hands of the foreigner.

"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Ohfuck! Ofck! I'm cumming, Abu! Cumming! Yyeessss," came the hissing sounds from Kelly's otherwise angelic mouth, tumbling over her bright red lips, as her legs gave out beneath her and she crumpled to the ground, Abu having lost his grip on the trembling beauty. She lay at his feet, partially supported by his legs, and her breathing slowly returned to normal. Abu, unsure of what to do at this point, remained still and quiet.

After a few moments of rest, Kelly looked up into Abu's eyes from her kneeling position. The smell of his body brought her back to reality in an instant. Lost as she had been for the last thirty minutes, Kelly was now desperate to regain some semblance of dignity.

Rising to her feet, she found her leather pants on the floor of the carpet, and picked them up to brush them off. Sliding one leg into them, she paused as Abu remained in place at the front of his cab. "We're even," she said without looking at him, and without emotion. "You can go now."

***

"I felt like such a whore," Dan heard through his fogged brain. Kelly was riding him now. At some point during the telling of her story, she had disengaged her soft, red-painted lips from his cock and climbed up on his lap. Dan's cock was now firmly ensconced in the slick, flooded hole between this cheating whore's legs. As Kelly concluded her story - the first ever she had related to him - he felt his balls tighten, felt his sperm course through his shaft and empty into her delicious pussy. Having cum towards the end of her story, Kelly continued to rock back and forth on Dan's softening cock as the obscene mixture of her cunt fluid and his cum slowly leaked from between her legs and down his shaft.

As Dan's breathing returned to normal, Kelly looked over her shoulder at the clock on top of Dan's television, and saw that it was now 2:00 in the morning. "Shit," she muttered under her breath.

"What's wrong?"

"It's late. I have to get home." With that, she dismounted her ride, went to the bathroom and cleaned her nasty cunt. On her way out the door, she gave Dan a maternal kiss on the forehead, and then dipped her warm, not-so-maternal tongue into his mouth. "See you soon," she said, and then was gone.

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