17-02-2019, 12:38 PM
I say nothing.
"Anyway, really good in bed. Especially for an Indian. Nice thick dick too. You should try him out some time." Trupti says and walks into the bathroom.
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That afternoon, torn between feelings of disgust about Malay and loyalty towards Trupti, I take an hour off from work after pleading with Jan. I get my stuff, go to my apartment, get the guard to let me in. And then I go back to work.
Three days roll by with me immersed in my work. No word from Trupti. I start feeling guilty that I left without saying goodbye or thanking her. Maybe she is upset, and rightfully so. But the idea of her sleeping with Malay is too much for me to take. I don't know why. I don't like him. Don't like him at all. But still, what she did bugs the crap out of me.
At the end of the fourth day, Friday, I am thinking of calling up Trupti myself. I reach for the phone when it starts ringing.
"Trupti?" I say happily, "I was just..."
"You were just about to call me? Yes, I am sure you were. Meet me in half an hour at Penn Station."
Half an hour later, Trupti, dressed in a short off shoulder dress, meets me on 34th Street with a bag in her hand.
"Hi, what's up?"
"You're coming on a sales call with me. Kinda." she says, and hails a cab.
"A sales call? For what?"
"You know what I sell."
It takes me a few moments to remember.
"Dildos?" I whisper as we get into the cab.
"Yes, dildos." Trupti says and the cab driver looks at us in surprise.
"Where to?" he asks. I can see he's an Indian cab driver. The name on his ID on the glass partition says Piyush something.
"129th and Malcolm X" Trupti says.
"Who lives there?" I ask, but she ignores my question and reaches into her bag. She pulls out a big thick dildo. The cabbie sees it in her hand and suppresses a smile.
"Okay, so here's the thing. Either you strip me naked in this cab and make me cum using this dildo, or I will do it to you." Trupti says in a very serious tone.
"What? Not this again, Trupti." I say, but she is already pulling at my top.
"Just give in to it. You know you need this."
I can only hear Trupti. Can't see anything because she's already got my top off my torso and it's stuck in my arms, covering my eyes.
"Trupti, stop."
"Madam, what are you doing?" the cabbie asks in Hindi in a worried voice.
"Just keep driving and enjoy the show." Trupti admonishes him, also in Hindi. "If you don't like what you see, pull over and we'll get another cab."
The driver stays silent and keeps driving. Trupti turns her attention back to me. She has my arms pinned down. Now she reaches for my skirt and tugs at it. It has an elastic waist, not buttons or hooks, so it slides down easily, leaving me in my panties. Which she almost tears apart in rage. I fight back and pull at her dress which slips off easily. I am surprised to see she isn't wearing any underwear.
"There. Totally naked. Now just lie back, and enjoy." Trupti says in a commanding voice, and I whimper and do so.
The cabbie adjusts his rearview mirror, and I can see his face in it, which means he can see mine. He is watching with a hungry expression as Trupti, completely naked, starts fucking my cunt mercilessly with the dildo.
"Ohhhhh...Truptiiiii...ahhhhh..." I start shrieking at the dildo's assault on my cunt.
"Yes, you like it, don't you? You need this."
"Ummmmhhhhhhhh." I say, bucking and thrashing in response to the dildo ramming me.
The cabbie is clearly having trouble concentrating on the road and watching what is going on. Even as she keeps fucking me with the dildo, and I wail, Trupti says to the cabbie in Hindi,
"You seem to be having trouble driving."
"No, it's fine." he says in a worried voice.
"How long have you been driving a cab in Manhattan?"
My wail, as I feel an orgasm approach interrupts his answer.
"Five years."
"Do you know any secluded place where you can park the taxi for a while without anyone being around? Cops or anyone? Maybe in Central Park?"
"Yes absolutely."
I shudder and thrash around on the seat as a massive orgasm hits me, and I shriek. My orgasm takes a minute or so to subside, and I am lying there, spent.
"Take us there."
The cab swerves as it changes lane, and he turns into one of the transverses into Central Park. He drives for a little while more and pulls his cab onto the grass, into some bushes. I am slouching on the seat naked, breathless, with my pussy juices glistening under the dim light. The cab comes to a stop. The driver looks at us expectantly.
"Ok madam, we are here." he sounds very excited.
Trupti pulls me closer to her as she moves towards the door and leans on it.
"Okay, come to the back seat and do whatever you want." Trupti says.
The driver almost trips getting out of the door in a hurry.
"What the hell, Trupti? I don't..." I start protesting, when Trupti puts her fingers on my clit and gives it a flick. Immediately, shivers run through my body.
I am staring at Trupti when the door opens and the driver jumps in, breathless. I am relieved to see his gaze fixed on Trupti, not me. I am also a bit disappointed that he didn't even spend a second trying to decide. But I can understand why. She is so much hotter than I am.
"You are so beautiful." he says, unbuttoning his pants. As he slides them down, I see his dick is already fully erect. Trupti is now leaning on the seat back, her legs open, her cunt in full view. I sit up and try to move away but she grabs me and holds me in place.
The driver puts one leg on the cab floor, and the other knee on the seat, just under her right thigh. He bends over and starts massaging her boobs, as his dick rubs against the entrance of her cunt. He then buries his face in her boobs and starts shaking them about.
"Like them?" Trupti asks in Hindi, running her fingers through his hair.
"Oh yes." he responds, looking into her eyes. "I could play with them all night."
I am worried that he might reach over and play with my boobs too. Luckily, his attention seems completely devoted to Trupti. Then I feel a little resentful that he doesn't deem my boobs worth even a fondle.
"Just playing with them? Nothing else?" Trupti says.
He smiles and then bites her right nipple. Trupti moans and I see it getting erect. Her hands are now under his shirt. Soon she has it unbuttoned, revealing a moderately toned hairy chest. She runs her fingers over his chest and back as he keeps biting and slobbering all over her boobs. I look down and see his dick is flailing and pushing against her cunt. Trupti notices my gaze, smiles, and asks me,
"You want it?" I tentatively shake my head.
"Yes!" the driver responds and straightens up.
He puts his hands under Trupti's knees and pushes them upward till they are resting against her shoulders. She makes a really perverted sight, with her cunt lips slightly parted by the pressure on her thighs. She looks as exposed as a woman can ever look. I am embarrassed to see her like that. But her face wears a naughty smile.
"Anyway, really good in bed. Especially for an Indian. Nice thick dick too. You should try him out some time." Trupti says and walks into the bathroom.
-------
That afternoon, torn between feelings of disgust about Malay and loyalty towards Trupti, I take an hour off from work after pleading with Jan. I get my stuff, go to my apartment, get the guard to let me in. And then I go back to work.
Three days roll by with me immersed in my work. No word from Trupti. I start feeling guilty that I left without saying goodbye or thanking her. Maybe she is upset, and rightfully so. But the idea of her sleeping with Malay is too much for me to take. I don't know why. I don't like him. Don't like him at all. But still, what she did bugs the crap out of me.
At the end of the fourth day, Friday, I am thinking of calling up Trupti myself. I reach for the phone when it starts ringing.
"Trupti?" I say happily, "I was just..."
"You were just about to call me? Yes, I am sure you were. Meet me in half an hour at Penn Station."
Half an hour later, Trupti, dressed in a short off shoulder dress, meets me on 34th Street with a bag in her hand.
"Hi, what's up?"
"You're coming on a sales call with me. Kinda." she says, and hails a cab.
"A sales call? For what?"
"You know what I sell."
It takes me a few moments to remember.
"Dildos?" I whisper as we get into the cab.
"Yes, dildos." Trupti says and the cab driver looks at us in surprise.
"Where to?" he asks. I can see he's an Indian cab driver. The name on his ID on the glass partition says Piyush something.
"129th and Malcolm X" Trupti says.
"Who lives there?" I ask, but she ignores my question and reaches into her bag. She pulls out a big thick dildo. The cabbie sees it in her hand and suppresses a smile.
"Okay, so here's the thing. Either you strip me naked in this cab and make me cum using this dildo, or I will do it to you." Trupti says in a very serious tone.
"What? Not this again, Trupti." I say, but she is already pulling at my top.
"Just give in to it. You know you need this."
I can only hear Trupti. Can't see anything because she's already got my top off my torso and it's stuck in my arms, covering my eyes.
"Trupti, stop."
"Madam, what are you doing?" the cabbie asks in Hindi in a worried voice.
"Just keep driving and enjoy the show." Trupti admonishes him, also in Hindi. "If you don't like what you see, pull over and we'll get another cab."
The driver stays silent and keeps driving. Trupti turns her attention back to me. She has my arms pinned down. Now she reaches for my skirt and tugs at it. It has an elastic waist, not buttons or hooks, so it slides down easily, leaving me in my panties. Which she almost tears apart in rage. I fight back and pull at her dress which slips off easily. I am surprised to see she isn't wearing any underwear.
"There. Totally naked. Now just lie back, and enjoy." Trupti says in a commanding voice, and I whimper and do so.
The cabbie adjusts his rearview mirror, and I can see his face in it, which means he can see mine. He is watching with a hungry expression as Trupti, completely naked, starts fucking my cunt mercilessly with the dildo.
"Ohhhhh...Truptiiiii...ahhhhh..." I start shrieking at the dildo's assault on my cunt.
"Yes, you like it, don't you? You need this."
"Ummmmhhhhhhhh." I say, bucking and thrashing in response to the dildo ramming me.
The cabbie is clearly having trouble concentrating on the road and watching what is going on. Even as she keeps fucking me with the dildo, and I wail, Trupti says to the cabbie in Hindi,
"You seem to be having trouble driving."
"No, it's fine." he says in a worried voice.
"How long have you been driving a cab in Manhattan?"
My wail, as I feel an orgasm approach interrupts his answer.
"Five years."
"Do you know any secluded place where you can park the taxi for a while without anyone being around? Cops or anyone? Maybe in Central Park?"
"Yes absolutely."
I shudder and thrash around on the seat as a massive orgasm hits me, and I shriek. My orgasm takes a minute or so to subside, and I am lying there, spent.
"Take us there."
The cab swerves as it changes lane, and he turns into one of the transverses into Central Park. He drives for a little while more and pulls his cab onto the grass, into some bushes. I am slouching on the seat naked, breathless, with my pussy juices glistening under the dim light. The cab comes to a stop. The driver looks at us expectantly.
"Ok madam, we are here." he sounds very excited.
Trupti pulls me closer to her as she moves towards the door and leans on it.
"Okay, come to the back seat and do whatever you want." Trupti says.
The driver almost trips getting out of the door in a hurry.
"What the hell, Trupti? I don't..." I start protesting, when Trupti puts her fingers on my clit and gives it a flick. Immediately, shivers run through my body.
I am staring at Trupti when the door opens and the driver jumps in, breathless. I am relieved to see his gaze fixed on Trupti, not me. I am also a bit disappointed that he didn't even spend a second trying to decide. But I can understand why. She is so much hotter than I am.
"You are so beautiful." he says, unbuttoning his pants. As he slides them down, I see his dick is already fully erect. Trupti is now leaning on the seat back, her legs open, her cunt in full view. I sit up and try to move away but she grabs me and holds me in place.
The driver puts one leg on the cab floor, and the other knee on the seat, just under her right thigh. He bends over and starts massaging her boobs, as his dick rubs against the entrance of her cunt. He then buries his face in her boobs and starts shaking them about.
"Like them?" Trupti asks in Hindi, running her fingers through his hair.
"Oh yes." he responds, looking into her eyes. "I could play with them all night."
I am worried that he might reach over and play with my boobs too. Luckily, his attention seems completely devoted to Trupti. Then I feel a little resentful that he doesn't deem my boobs worth even a fondle.
"Just playing with them? Nothing else?" Trupti says.
He smiles and then bites her right nipple. Trupti moans and I see it getting erect. Her hands are now under his shirt. Soon she has it unbuttoned, revealing a moderately toned hairy chest. She runs her fingers over his chest and back as he keeps biting and slobbering all over her boobs. I look down and see his dick is flailing and pushing against her cunt. Trupti notices my gaze, smiles, and asks me,
"You want it?" I tentatively shake my head.
"Yes!" the driver responds and straightens up.
He puts his hands under Trupti's knees and pushes them upward till they are resting against her shoulders. She makes a really perverted sight, with her cunt lips slightly parted by the pressure on her thighs. She looks as exposed as a woman can ever look. I am embarrassed to see her like that. But her face wears a naughty smile.
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