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Mitch was gone. He was off to his business lunch and then flying back to Texas to his wife and children. I was not falling in love with Mitch. And I don’t think it was even him that I was missing. He triggered a hunger within me that still needed to be fed. He had made me his slut. He transformed me into his fucktoy and I fervently embraced that role. Don’t get me wrong, I was not playing the part of his slut but in that moment, I truly became his slut. And I loved it. I reveled in it. No regrets, guilt or apologies.Sex with my boyfriend was beautiful. It was tender. Loving. And yes, there was real passion between us. Sex with Mitch was raw, primal, decadent and nasty with moments that stood on the threshold of brutality. It was dark and dangerous physically and more importantly within my mind. I needed that intimate loving sex that I experienced with my boyfriend. I craved the decadent sex that I had with Mitch. There is an important distinction between “need” and “crave”. You need food but you crave dessert.A deep and powerful desire had been triggered within me and I was craving something salty and sweet. I hungered for something creamy and gooey. It called to me relentlessly. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I could feel my blood moving like hot lava throughout my arms, stomach, thighs and pussy. It didn’t matter how much I touched myself and came. Pleasuring myself just made me more desirous.I sat on the bed staring at my phone. There it was. The taxi driver’s phone number. I was literally shaking at the thought of texting him and asking him to pick me up at the hotel. If I did that then I knew that it was a choice that could change me forever. I could rationalize that Mitch had seduced me. But if I made the effort to contact the taxi driver that meant that I was seeking out a complete stranger to use me as a sex object.Would it just a be a one-time thing or the start of a whole new lascivious lifestyle of wanton and reckless behavior. And I knew myself so well that the chances were, it would be the latter.”Angela,” I said out loud to myself. “Stop bullshitting yourself. You know you are going to fucking do it, so stop all of this fake debate shit and text that horny taxi driver and let’s get this adventure started.”I picked up the phone and sent a text.”Hello. I don’t know if you remember me. I was the girl that you dropped off at the hotel in Brookline. You know, the one with the pussy hat.”I bit my lip and hit send. It said “delivered”.I was shaking so much now that I was close to having convulsions. I held out my hand and it was moving up and down uncontrollably.At first there was no response. And then I saw it. Three dots indicating that he was responding. Then it went away. No ankara travesti response. Finally, three more dots.”I remember,” he said. “The girl that needed to get fucked.”At first, I did not know how to respond. And then I realized there was only one answer.”Yes,” I replied.”What do you want?” he texted.”Umm,” I wrote back. “I need a ride home. I was hoping you could drive me.””I will come,” he replied.”Yes, you will,” I thought. You will.He told me to meet him in 15 minutes in front of the hotel. My whole body was flushed from being so incredibly wet and turned on.I had been gone all night long. I texted my mother and my boyfriend telling them that I was still in Boston and was going to hang out with some friends for a while. My mother told me to have fun and be safe. Sorry mom, safe is not on the menu today. My boyfriend told me he would call me later and that he loved me. I told him I loved him too and sent him hugs and kisses.  Instead of feeling guilty or bad this just made me even more turned on.When I came downstairs the taxi driver was already there standing by his car. He had dark hair, above average height, a lean build and stubble. He had a dark complexion compared to mine. In the winter, I am practically Snow White.I looked at him. Even from this distance I could see his eyes. The same eyes that looked at me so intensely the day before. They were filled with fire and lust. They looked almost angry. I trembled.I was about to open the back door but it was locked.”You sit in front,” he said. “Next to me.”He had a slight accent that I couldn’t quite make out. I later found out that his name was Ibrahim, he was from Turkey but had been here for the last 15 years. I also learned that he was 39 years old, had a wife and three kids. His oldest son was just a year younger than me. I am not sure why that turned me on but it did. The idea of being with older married men for some reason made me breathless.I did as he said and walked around to the passenger side of the car. I could feel his eyes watch me every step of the way. It was only until I got into the car did he sit in the driver seat. My head was a little dizzy and my heart was now pounding even harder than before.I knew he suspected that this was more than just a taxi ride. Why would I specifically get him to drive me home? Especially after what he said to me. He knew that I went into a strange man’s hotel room and that we fucked all night long. And he also realized that I knew he wanted to fuck me. That I could hear it in his voice and see it in how he looked at me.I gave him the address of my friend’s house that lived about 15 minutes from me. I had the presence of mind not to use my own so that he wouldn’t know where travesti ankara I live. It was about a 40-minute drive from the city.We didn’t say anything. We didn’t even look at each other. Ibrahim was busy getting us onto the highway and seemed very focused.My body felt hot and flush and the car temperature was on high so I pulled off my coat. Besides I wanted to let him see my body. My shirt was tight, my nipples were rock hard and my stretch pants clung to my body. I had pulled them up as high as I could to make sure he could see the outline of my pussy lips.”Put in back,” he said. As I did so I could feel his gaze on my body as I turned to place the coat on the back seat. As soon as I was settled back in my seat he put his hand on my thigh without saying a word. I could not help from letting out a soft breath at his initial touch. I kept looking forward and acted as if nothing had happened as we drove on.He rubbed my thigh slowly. He had strong hands. Inch by inch he moved down until he was almost between my legs. I clamped my thighs together. I don’t know what compelled me to stop him. I was aching for his touch but it was too soon for him to cross that line.He stopped from moving his hand between my legs but still kept his hand on my lower thigh. He then raised his hand and moved it to my left breast. I did not object to this overture. He touched me gently at first. He caressed my breast. He felt the shape of it. He rubbed the nipple. Ibrahim then shifted his body a bit closer to me and reached further to feel my right breast. He massaged, squeezed and manipulated my young, buoyant tit.When I moaned, he moaned in response. Then he moved his hand underneath my shirt. Flesh on flesh. His hand was warm and rough. He held my bare breast and slowly squeezed. I was breathing heavily now as he manhandled by young tit while we drove down the highway with cars veering by to the left and the right of us. I didn’t care if anyone saw us and in fact was excited at the thought of it.He moved his hand back down between my legs again. I clamped my thighs shut once more. This time he tried to pry his way in and I used my two hands to try to stop him. It was our little dance. But this time he was determined and pushed his way in. I held onto his hand with both of mine while I felt him press his middle finger against my pussy lips. I let out an utterance and he laughed under his breath.I closed my eyes and threw my head back. He ran his finger on my pussy lips over my stretch pants. I was so turned on that his first touch nearly made me pass out. He sensed how hot I was and moved his hand into the top of my pants and slide it back down to my bare pussy. His finger went straight for my clit. ankara travestiler I came instantly. I screamed and convulsed in my seat my hair twirling. This made him rub my clit even more. He rubbed his finger around and around as I thrashed about. Finally, I put my hands back on his wrist to stop him since my clit was now so sensitive. He moved his finger off my clit but then pushed his middle finger into my wet hot pussy. He moved his finger inside me rubbing my pussy walls for a few seconds and then pulled his hand out of my pants.He looked at his glistening finger and then brought it to my mouth. I took his hand with both of mine, opened my mouth and sucked his middle finger like it was a cock. I ate all my wetness off of his finger.That was his que to unzip his pants and take out his hard cock. He also had a very large cock and would have been the biggest I’d ever experienced if I had not met Mitch the day before. It was delicious looking. It was dark and long with black pubic hair surrounding it like a lion’s mane. Without a word spoken I plunged head first into his lap with my mouth eagerly and anxiously needing to have his prick inside of it. One more than one occasion, my boyfriend had begged me to give him a blow job while driving in the car and I flatly refused.  But I did not give it a second thought to suck on this stranger’s cock while driving on the highway in broad daylight.  It was delicious. Not even an hour ago I was blowing Mitch’s cock. And now here I with the taxi driver that drove us both to the hotel giving him head.  I had never sucked two different men within one hour of each other. I had never had sex in public but I knew as I pushed his cock deeper down my throat that this was just one of many “firsts” I would soon be experiencing.Ibrahim moaned as he felt my warm mouth cover his cock. I sucked it hard and fast. I was too turned on for technique or skill. This was a dirty, nasty cocksucking session and I pushed my head down on it until it entered the back of my throat.We both were groaning as I sucked and slurped his delicious cock. I heard a truck horn beeping as it drove next to us. He must have seen my head bobbing up and down in Ibrahim’s lap. Ibrahim responded by reaching over my back and pulling down my pants exposing my ass to the truck driver. I let him do it and even helped by wiggling out of them for him.”Show him,” he said to me as I continued to blow him. Without his cock leaving my mouth I scooted up and got on my knees and stuck my ass up for the truck driver to see. In response, there was a barrage of enthusiastic beeps.The car began to accelerate as we wove from lane to lane. Ibrahim pulled my head off of him and told me to pull up my pants. I was breathing heavy and looked back and saw the truck way in the distance.”He does not follow,” he said. “But I think you liked him looking at your bare as ass you sucked my cock. Maybe you would like him to do more than just watch.” I didn’t say a word but sucked harder.

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