In the Taxi
In the taxi...
Today, Mihee had decided to get a massage to work out the exhaustion that had been building up in her body for so long. The massage parlor was apparently popular, because when she'd tried to book an appointment, every other day was fully reserved — today was the only day she'd managed to squeeze in.
Since today wasn't an outing for exposure, Mihee hadn't bothered to bring a mask. She'd simply slipped into a comfortable tank top and skirt, and her preparations were done. Rather than taking public transportation, she'd decided to call a taxi and head straight to the parlor.
She picked up her smartphone and checked — the taxi she'd just summoned would arrive in a few minutes. She stepped outside, and the moment she pushed through the shared front door of her villa building, the cab pulled up.
She gave the driver a light nod of greeting and settled into the back seat. Then she felt his gaze flicking over her body again and again through the rearview mirror, and decided to close her eyes and pretend to sleep. If he kept stealing glances at her body and their eyes happened to meet, things would get awkward...
Her mind made up, Mihee spoke.
"Excuse me, driver — would it be okay if I dozed off? I'm really tired..."
"Of course, of course~ Sleep away."
"Honestly, once I fall asleep, I won't wake up even if someone carries me off... so when we get there, please shake me awake, okay...?"
It was Mihee's roundabout way of saying that once she was out, he was free to stare at her all he wanted — even touch her. And it happened to be true that once she fell asleep, she was nearly impossible to wake.
So she began her pretend slumber, and before long the car came to a stop. There was a rustling sound, and she could feel that the driver was no longer watching her through the mirror — he had turned fully around, staring at her body quite openly.
Her eyes stayed shut, so she couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but the taxi sat there motionless, going nowhere for a long, long while.
Then it occurred to her that she hadn't worn a mask today. The thought of the taxi driver drinking in her bare face and her body — and Mihee felt her pussy slowly growing wet.
What should I do...? Just imagining him staring fixedly at her pussy, so soaked that her panties had gone damp, brought back the memory of her last fuck and nearly drove her out of her mind.
She'd touched herself countless times since then, but that pleasure from having sex that time — it never faded, and she was always left wanting more. Deep down, she wished the driver would just pounce on her and ram his cock into her pussy like a madman. Not that something like that was likely to happen...
Just as she'd expected, after sitting there for several minutes, the taxi finally pulled away.
Mihee, disappointed, soon drifted into a genuine sleep.
How long had she been out? Something strange — a feeling, a sound — gradually pulled her from her sleep.
— Click, click.
...?
At the sound of something like a camera shutter, Mihee's eyes flew open all the way.
She couldn't make sense of it — her clothes had been stripped off completely, leaving her naked, and the taxi driver was taking photos of her like this.
"Kya—! What is this...!"
Shocked by something she'd truly never experienced before, Mihee opened her mouth to scream — and the driver lunged at her, pinning her body down with his own while clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Shh! If you don't want those naked pics going around, you'll keep your mouth shut..!"
As he whispered into her ear, goosebumps raced across her entire body.
She was genuinely terrified — trembling, tears beginning to spill.
Her face and her body, exposed like this, photographed... If pictures of her like this got shown to her family, to the people around her, it would be an absolute catastrophe.
And yet another emotion began to creep up, slow and insidious.
Because Mihee harbored a sexual fantasy about being blackmailed and forced into sex, after all.
The photos had already been taken. The thought settled in: she would have to satisfy this man somehow, and get him to delete them.
That was the kind of pervert Mihee was. She began to speak, sincerity and performance mixed half and half.
"Mister... please delete the photos... sob — I'll do anything... anything at all...!"
"Heh heh heh..."
At her declaration that she'd do anything, the driver gave a lecherous grin and spoke.
"Spread your legs. Let me see that pussy..."
"Yes... yes, sir..."
She made a show of hesitating a little, then began opening her legs bit by bit, slowly. She knew perfectly well that this kind of thing drove men insane.
At last, Mihee's thighs fell wide open, and the pussy between them — already wet, already drenched — came into the taxi driver's view.
"Well, look at this? Soaking wet already — you want it too, don't you?"
And he traced her pussy lightly with his fingertip.
"N-no, I don't... ahhn..!"
Then the driver immediately began undoing his pants.
By the time his trousers were fully off, his cock was already standing rigid — and he was so worked up that precum was already beading at the tip.
Mihee stared openly at his cock, and the driver smacked his knee.
"Come up here."
"Okay... like this...?"
She lowered herself lightly onto his lap, and the man's throbbing cock pressed against her thigh, rubbing there. Without quite meaning to, she began shifting her legs little by little, feeling his cock against the soft flesh of her thighs.
At that, the driver — his face flushed with excitement — crushed his face against hers and began kissing and licking her all over.
— Chuup, chuuup, chup, chup... chuuup...
He started with a light kiss on her cheek, then moved to her nose, her eyes, her chin — as if determined to taste every inch of her face without missing a single spot, sucking and licking without pause.
"Haahhh..!"
"God, you're delicious!"
The unfamiliar touch, the sheer strangeness of the situation — Mihee was so wildly aroused that moans began spilling out of her, and she stuck out her tongue and started panting.
"Hehhk...! Hahk..!"
Whereupon the driver pushed his lips far forward, opened his mouth, and took her entire tongue inside in one gulp.
— Chuuup...! Tsup.. chuuup...
The electric sensation against her tongue and lips — kissing this middle-aged man while completely naked — Mihee was so turned on that, for the first time, she began moving her own tongue, pushing it into his mouth.
Her tongue wandered, unsure of what it was supposed to do, until his tongue wrapped around it and began rubbing it back and forth, caressing it.
"Hnngh... hah... hnn..!"
Even mid-kiss, her moans wouldn't stop bursting out.
At some point one of his hands was kneading her ass, while the other toyed with her breasts, toying with them this way and that.
Unable to hold back, she tore her mouth from the kiss and let the moans pour out freely.
"Haaahnn..! Ahn..! Haang...!"
She looked down and saw her breasts, distorted again and again under his hands, their shape endlessly changing. Every time he kneaded them, pleasure bloomed from her chest and surged all the way to the top of her head.
"Haaaah...! Haa..nn... I can't take it anymore..!"
The pleasure came without pause, her pussy aching and tingling, her head filled with nothing but the desire to have a cock inside her — and Mihee, unable to bear it another second, slipped a hand down and grasped the man's cock, aligning it with her pussy.
With his cock pressed against her entrance, she couldn't hold back anymore and sank her hips down — and in an instant, the man's cock buried itself to the hilt inside her.
— Tchuk...!
"Huaaaah..! Huaang...!"
"Ughh... God, you're so tight..."
She could feel the man's engorged cock wriggling and shifting deep inside her pussy.
Watching the man's expression crumple with arousal, Mihee found it, for some strange reason, a little endearing — and she began tightening her legs and moving her hips up and down, slowly at first.
— Squeelch...! Squelch...!
Unlike last time, when he'd hammered into her like a madman, this time Mihee was the one moving, slowly sliding him in and out — and this had its own pleasure: the shape of his cock and even the shape of her own inner walls registered with every inch, a brand-new sensation washing over her.
"Hahn... hnn... haang..."
"Ughh... guh..!!"
She'd moved slowly, over and over — how many times? — when the man suddenly cried out and came, spilling his load.
Mihee, who hadn't reached orgasm yet, bucked her hips a few more times, but the cock had already gone limp and slipped out of her pussy.
"Ah..."
'I didn't get to come... hnn...'
Strange as it was, in this sex that had started out forced, Mihee actually felt disappointed at not having climaxed.
— Tchuk tchuk...
Out of frustration, she rocked her hips and rubbed her pussy against the man's already-withdrawn cock, but it stayed soft, unresponsive; the man lay there with a face full of lingering pleasure, merely panting 'hah... hah...', eyes closed, catching his breath.
So Mihee reached out, picked up his smartphone from the floor, and opened his photo gallery.
There were dozens of them — who knew how many he'd snapped in that time?
Photos of her fully clothed, lying there. Ones with his hand kneading her breast over her top. One with her legs slightly parted, aimed at her panties. One with her panties pulled down to her knees. One with her tank top hiked up over her chest, her breasts bared. Full nude shots. Every kind of lewd photo of her, stacked one after another.
As she looked through them, something came over Mihee — she sent every single photo to her own phone, then deleted all the pictures and their records from his.
By then the man was lying flat, still heaving for breath, and Mihee quickly pulled on her scattered clothes and stepped out of the taxi.
Her panties, though — she searched and searched, but couldn't find them anywhere.
'I'll just count the panties as a tip, then.'
When she checked the time, she'd somehow blown past her massage appointment — a full twenty minutes late!
Looking around, she realized with relief that the taxi had stopped in a parking lot near the massage parlor, and she broke into a run.
She'd been on the edge of orgasm, and between the jostling sway of her breasts and the cool wind brushing her bare pussy where her panties should have been, her legs wobbled beneath her — but she finally made it to the building housing the massage parlor.
"Hahh... hahh... whew..."
And so Mihee arrived at the parlor.
When she opened the door and stepped inside, the interior looked far more upscale than she'd imagined, and a gentle aroma of essential oils drifted through the air, lifting her spirits.