Date: Tue, 04 Dec 2001 12:38:56 +0000
From: Andrew Serway <a_serway@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Night in Panties

Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story. It contains descriptions of
cross-dressing, gay sex, and pissing. If this offends you or it is illegal
for you to read this, then DONT.

Any comments, similar stories, etc would be welcome. Email me:
a_serway@hotmail.com

A NIGHT IN PANTIES
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I already have a raging hard on, and it is only 9pm. I have my clothes for
the evening laid out on the bed before me, and my cock, balls and ass are
newly shaved.  I have decided to wear all black tonight: black lacy
panties, bra and suspender belt, sheer black stockings, and a tight black
dress that hugs my thighs and ass nicely.  On my feet I will wear a pair of
black, thin strapped three inch heels.

I shake with excitement as I pull on the panties. The tight fitting
underwear protrudes like an obscene tent as my erection fills their lacy
fabric. I carefully roll on the thigh-high stockings and clip them to the
belt. As I slip into the bra and stuff some tissues down it to pad it out,
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and it takes all my
willpower to not grab my cock and masturbate to the release I so
desperately desire. Instead I pull the dress over my head and smooth it
out, then slip my stockinged feet into the high heels, and strap them
on. To finish off, I clip on a pair of gold earrings and string a gold
chain around my neck. Looking in the mirror, I love the way my masculine
features look in the sexy, feminine outfit.

As I walk to the phone to call a taxi, I love the way the dress rubs
against my lace-clad ass, the way my stockings slide together between my
legs, and I feel even hornier than ever. The cab company operator confirms
my address, and when I tell him my destination will be the Tower Bar, he
gives no indication as to whether he knows it is a gay and lesbian bar.

I have frequented the Tower Bar in the past, but never in women's
clothes. I have always managed to find sex of one kind or another there,
but how will my attire affect the situation? I have long dreamed of doing
this - getting fucked in womens' clothes - but until now I have never found
the courage to express the desire. So it is partly with nerves, partly with
lust that I find myself trembling when I hear the cab pull up outside.

I draw a deep breath at the front door, and step outside in my new clothes.
It is raining, but I do not run to the cab. The stairs outside are
slippery, and I am still no expert at walking in heels.

When I climb into the back seat of the cab, I notice the cab driver glance
at me in the rear-view mirror. If he is shocked to see a man in a womans'
outfit, it does not register on his face.

"The Tower Bar, right?" he asks, his voice neutral.

I nod, and the car pulls out from my drive. We drive in silence, although
the pounding of my heart sounds deafening, as it powers the insistant throb
of my cock beneath my dress. The hard organ is pressed up against my
stomach by the tight panties, and I can feel a seeping wetness as it leaks
pre-cum. I realise I am unconsciously rubbing my erection through my dress,
sitting with my legs splayed somewhat lewdly. I glance up to see if the
driver has noticed my unlady-like behaviour, but he is focused on the road,
so I cross my legs. I am fit to orgasm almost on the spot I am so excited
as I feel my stocking clad thighs rub together, my smooth-shaven balls
rubbing against my legs through their tight lacy pouch.

I struggle to control my shaking as the driver finally pulls up at the
Golden Gate.  I pay him, and as I turn from the cab, I can feel his eyes
checking out my ass.

"Have a good night, mate," he calls at me.

I can't help but move my ass seductively as I walk into the bar.

It is dark inside, and I am slightly relieved. As aroused as I am by my
outfit, I am still nervous about appearing in public. The shadows offer me
some solace.  I stroll up to the bar, and out of habit almost order a
beer. That was too much like the old me: very out of character. I instead
order a wine and pull up a stool.

Looking around, I see it is a quiet night. A few couples, guys and girls,
are dancing to the music, a few more are spaced about the room at the
tables and chairs.  I however am the only obvious single person in the
place. If I thought I felt exposed before, now I am feeling even moreso. I
down another wine. A few groups of people drift in from the rain, order
their drinks, and sit down, not paying me the least bit of attention. Soon
my erection has withered, and all I want to do is get out of there.

Several drinks later, I am feeling slightly drunk, and about ready to chuck
in this whole cross-dressing thing. It is then I notice a lone guy walk
into the place.  He's older than me by a bit, but I don't mind that
usually. He looks fit and healthy, and as his eyes drift over me, I can
feel my excitement returning. Soon the bulge in my dress is prominent
again. I order another drink, and try to catch his eye as he walks to the
bar. He orders a beer and sits down. My confidence inflated by the drinks,
I move to the seat next to him.

"Hi," I say.

He looks me up and down, and I feel just as horny as ever.

"Hi," he replies cooly. "I'm waiting for someone."

I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's not interested in the
slightest.  I then realise he had been looking at me with distaste, not
interest. I have to get out of there, so I finish my drink, and leave.

Outside, I still have a throbbing erection despite my disappointment. My
nerves have more or less vanished with the drinks, and I am slowly becoming
used to being in public in my dress. I look down the street, see a cab
coming, and flag it down.

I climb into the backseat, and give the cabbie my address. As we set off, I
look up and realise it is same driver who had dropped me off. He smiles at
me in the mirror in acknowledgement as we set off for home.

"We meet again," he says, and I nod.

When I notice we are not heading in the right direction, I tell the driver.
He gives me another glance in the mirror and suddenly pulls off the road. I
assume he is doing a u-turn, but quickly realize he has pulled in to a
small, secluded park. He stops the taxi in an empty parking lot behind a
stand of tall trees. When he shuts the engine off, the sound of the rain on
the car roof is almost deafening.

I can see him looking intently at me in the mirror.

"What are we doing here?" I ask, somewhat dumbly.

"Why don't you come and sit up front here with me?" he says by way of
reply.

I instantly catch on and smile. My hard-on reaches new heights and my lack
of success at the Tower Bar becomes part of ancient history. I get out of
the back seat, and climb into the front passenger seat.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how hot you look in those clothes after I
dropped you off," says the driver, and I notice he is rubbing his crotch.

"Do you like them?" I say demurely, and I feel his hand on my thigh. I
mentally urge him to move it higher.

"Oh God yeah," he moans. "I could see up your skirt in the mirror, I could
see your hard cock in those panties, and I got so turned on. I wanted you
bad."

His hand on my thigh is rubbing in circular motions, going higher each
time.

"It turns me on so much that you want me like this." I say, as his hand
finally disappears up under my dress. I part my legs, and his hand slides
over the lacy fabric of my panties, rubbing my ball sack. I slowly undulate
my hips, thrusting my bulging underwear against his hand. He responds by
rubbing harder. The feeling of him stroking me through my panties is
everything I had ever hoped it would be. My eyes drift shut in ecstasy, as
he slides my dress up around my waist, exposing me fully. His hand has
found where my hard shaft pokes out the top of my underwear, and is rubbing
it against my belly. I moan in delight, and the rain outside comes down
harder.

"Can I suck you?" asks the driver. I barely hear him, but he takes my
moaning as a sign of encouragement. He leans over from his seat and buries
his face in my panty-clad crotch. I can feel him licking the fabric, and it
drives me wild. Soon he has worked a hand down into the gusset, and he
pulls it aside. He manouvers my package so my cock and balls so are poking
out through the leg hole, and then takes the shaft into his mouth.

As the glorious sensation of his wet tongue rolling over the hot flesh of
my erection washes over me, I find my hands straying idly to my 'breasts',
rubbing them unconsciously.

I can feel his tongue spreading saliva over my cock to get it nice and
slick, and I sense he is experienced. His other hand is gently massaging my
smooth balls, as he begins to draw his skilled lips back and forth over my
engorged rod.

It is cramped in the car, but I manage to get one high-heeled foot up on
the dash, the other hooked over the back of the drivers seat to give him
plenty of room to play between my legs. My carefully pressed dress is
bunched up around my waist, forgotten in my lust for the cab driver. His
tongue is dancing wildly over the head of my cock, as he briefly removes it
from his mouth to look up at me.

"I love your panties," he moans, looking up at me, stroking my
spit-slickened cock in his fist. "They turn me so much. I want to fuck you
so much."

"I want you to fuck me too," I manage to reply lustily.

I sit up straight, sorry to end such a great blow job, but desperate to
feel him in my ass. I reach over and unbuckle his belt, then unzip his
pants.  I pull them down, and his erection springs forth.

"Let me get you slick first," I say, and then lean over and take his cock
into my mouth. Soon my head is bobbing frantically in his lap, my left hand
helping work the driver's turgid organ, my right hand desperately wanking
my own slickened penis. It doesn't take long before I have drool running
down my chin and a good film of it coats his rod. With a slurp, I let his
cock slip from my mouth. Struggling in the confined space, I manage to
slide over into the drivers seat, supporting myself over his lap with my
back to him.

I feel the driver hitch my dress up around my waist exposing my rear end.
I use one hand to pull the lacy panty fabric out of the way to give the
driver access to my sex, the other holds onto the steering wheel for
grip. I wriggle around with my ass, seeking to get his cock head against my
entrance.  I soon feel the driver steady his organ and take aim, fitting
the glistening, moist, plum-coloured tip against my wrinkled orafice.

"Oh God, you've got me so hard," moaned the driver.

My breath was coming in ragged gasps, but I managed to reply "I want to
feel you in my ass."

With that I relax my ass, opening up my sphincter. I lower myself down,
sliding onto his swollen penis, feeling it slip slowly into my anus.  I had
done a good job lubing him, his cock meeting little resistance as it glides
deep into my bowels, filling me gloriously, making me moan. I keep going
until I am sitting right in his lap, his balls nestled snugly between my
ass cheeks. I clench at his cock with my ass, and feel his hot breath on
the back of my neck as he moans. Then I flex my thighs, and draw back up
his shaft, until I feel the rim of his swollen cock head against the inside
of my asshole, at which point I begin the long, slow downward stroke
again. Soon I am riding him to a slow, unhurried, steady rhythm. Up..
Down... Up... Down...

Our sighs, moans and heavy breathing have fogged the car windows
thoroughly.  As we fuck, I watch the thick, hot, musky, sweat scented air
condense and run down the windows. Now holding the steering wheel with both
hands, I feel like a little kid on one of those rides at the supermarket as
I ease myself up and down the length of his erection. The driver reaches
around me and starts to fondle my padded chest. He whispers lust-filled
incentives in my ear as he sits back and lets me slowly ride him:

"Your ass feels so good around my cock. I love the feeling of your panties
against me. Oh yes..."

I am lost in the intense delight of each stroke, groaning heavily on each
downward plunge. The pleasure of his cock inching deep into me is breath-
taking: the solid organ streching me sends my insides into spasms of joy.
Slowly my pace begins to increase. My penis has gone limp from the intense
effort of keeping his good-sized rod in my anal cavity, but as he slides
his hand down the front of my dress and begins to rub it, it soon swells
and begins to grow hard again. I pull my dress of over the top of my head
as I ride him, and dispose of it into the back seat. One of the drivers'
hands goes from my cock to the lacy fabric of my bra, and begins to stroke
it reverently, the other one continuing to pump my now fully erect cock in
time with my rhythm.

Our moans are becoming more desperate and lust-filled as I gradually
increase the tempo. My strokes become less long and deep, more short and
sharp as I ride him faster and faster. Soon I am bouncing frantically and
we are both grunting and snarling as I fuck him harder and harder.

"God... Yes... Oh... Fuck me..." the driver cries as my bouncing sets the
cars' suspension shaking. The intense friction on the inner folds of my
rectum is driving me on, the joyous pressure on my prostate has me fit to
cum. I can feel the sensation inevitably building, and I beg the driver to
wank me faster. My head is bobbing like a chickens' as I continue to
violently rub the inside of my ass on his erect penis to what feels to be a
thunderous orgasm. The waves of pleasure are overlapping, blurring,
reinforcing, making me pant like a dog. My body burns both with the
oncoming climax and the sheer physical effort of the energetic fuck I am
giving the driver.

"Ride me harder..." he yells, but I am at the limit of my abilities. The
orgasm is building, and I am dimly aware I want this to last longer.

"Stop wanking me, please... I want to wait for you," I manage to beg him,
my shaky voice wavering with the vibrations of the high speed fuck. I feel
his hand slip from around my cock, and soon my onrushing climax slows its'
approach. My cock flails widly now as I ride him, free of his strong grip,
slapping loudly against my heaving belly.

"Can we change position?" I manage to say breathlessly. "I'm getting
tired."

"Let's get in the back," suggests the cabbie. I slide myself off his
throbbing cock, leaving my bowels feeling hollow and empty. I crawl over
into the back seat, as the cabbie removes his pants completely, and then
clambers over to join me. As I lay down on my back across the rear seat, I
spread my legs wide allowing my lover to get between them. He takes his
thick tool in hand, pulls my panties aside and presses it at my ass. I am
good and loose by now, and it enters freely.  I sigh with the pleasure of
having him in me again, as I wrap my stocking-clad legs around his
shoulders. He begins to rub my nylon encased thighs, toying with the
elastic suspenders as he begins to plow my well-fucked anus with his meat.

Glad for the chance to rest, I lay back and allow myself to be ravaged by
the driver. He has plenty of energy, and soon resumes the frantic pace we
had reached when I was on top. Soon I know that my orgasm is inevitable, so
I begin to beg him to jerk me off. I groan loudly with relief as I feel his
hand encircle my cock and begin to masturbate desperately. Between his
handjob and the relentless pummelling of my ass, I am soon groaning
orgasmically, calling for him to fuck me harder and harder. He responds,
and with several more strokes of his hand, he has me exploding powerfully,
shooting several thick ropes of sticky semen up over the front of his
cab-driver uniform and several more onto my heaving stomach. My climaxing
ass is convulsing around his cock, and he moans in delight. Soon I know he
will fill me with his load, and I can't wait.

Incredibly, he increases his pace even more, bellows loudly, and drives his
cock as far into me as he can. I feel his hardness erupt, and the warm
flood of seed enter my rectum.  He pulls out after several spurts, leaving
my oozing asshole agape, and directs the rest of his load onto my chest. I
sigh in appreciation at the sensation of his warm cum splattering over my
bra, as I reach up and rub his slick, spurting dick. I squeeze the last
drops of his semen from the tip, and gather them up on my fingers, taking
the prize to my hungry mouth.

It is then that I hear a loud tap on the window. Snapped out of our post
orgasmic delight, we madly search for our discarded items of clothing when
a voice calls in from outside:

"This is the police, sir and madam. Step out of the vehicle please."

My heart sinks as I realise we are busted.

"J-Just a second, o-officer", stammers the cab driver as we are pulling our
clothes back on.

"Get out now, please," the cop repeats.

Soon we have our clothes on and I am as nervous as I have been all
night. As we climb out of the car, I see a cop looking us over. If he is
surprised to see I am actually a man, it does not register on his face. It
has stopped raining outside, and I can feel the cool air blowing up my
skirt. The two loads of cum on my chest are starting to seep through my
dress.

"Please officer, if I could just expain..." says the cab driver, trying
vainly to take the situation in hand.

"There will be time for explanations later. Turn around please and put your
hands on the roof of the car."

"But..."

"Just do it please, sir."

The cabbies shoulders sag, and he turns around. The cop moves in behind him
and begins to pat him down. When he is done, the cop turns to me.

"You too, ma'am."

I nod, and assume the position, bent at the waist, legs apart slightly,
hands on the cab roof. He runs his hands firmly up over my nylon-encased
left leg. When he reaches the top of my stockings, he slides his hands in
under the suspender elastic and slips them right up under my dress to my
groin. My cock is pressed up against my belly, but as he moves to my right
leg, his wrist brushes against my balls, nestled snugly in their frilly
enclosure. A small shudder runs through me. To have my feminized body so
thoroughly explored leaves me light-headed with excitement. My body betrays
me: I can't help but unconsciously undulate my hips, rubbing myself against
his probing hands. My heart beats faster, and an erotic thrill runs through
me. I almost can't believe I am doing it, but I shuffle my feet and spread
my legs wider.

I don't dare look back to catch the cops reaction, but I can tell he
understands my needs, as his hands caress the cum-soaked fabric of my
underwear. As he begins to massage my ass cheeks I soon feel my penis swell
and engorge, despite having climaxed just minutes ago.

I look over to where the cabbie is standing, still in position. The look on
his face tells me he hasn't grasped the situation fully yet. I let him know
by letting out a small moan as the cop slips a hand down into the seat of
my panties, seeking my entrance.  The cabbies eyes go wide, and I lick my
lips in anticipation. I am so aroused now my cock hurts, throbbing hotly
against my belly. As the cop finds my sperm-slickened asshole, he slips a
finger in delicately, and I sigh.

The cabbie has moved beside me, and his hands are roaming over my back and
shoulders as the cop slowly teases my anus with his finger. My head is
spinning with lust: all I want to do is submit to these men, to be their
object of desire and to be used for their pleasure. The heels of my shoes
are drumming on the wet concrete as my whole body trembles with arousal. I
am dimly aware the cabbie has got to his knees in front of me. I feel him
reach up and take hold of my panties, pulling them down to the tops of my
thighs. The cop has pulled my dress up around my waist, and I feel another
finger slide easily into my body. The cabbies hand has now found my exposed
cock, and I moan as he takes me into his hungry mouth. The cop begins to
erotically slide his two digits in and out, fingering me slowly as I feel
the cabbie's tongue swirl over the bulbous head of my erection.

I am moaning lewdly now as the two men pleasure me. The cabbie draws his
lips deftly back and forth over the sticky shaft of my cock, occasionally
letting it slip from his mouth so he can run his tongue up and down it's
length. The cop is still fingering me, his pace increased now. With each
stroke I feel him draw his middle and forefinger fully out of my anus, only
to feel them plunge fluidly back in. My mouth drops open and I begin to
pant as I feel the surge of warmth beginning to grow deep inside me. I am
rocking back and forth now, grinding my ass back onto the cops fingers,
then thrusting my cock forward into the cabbies mouth.

Soon my ass convulses, and my cock twitches, and I cry out in orgasmic
delight. My balls heave and empty themselves down the cabbies
throat. Although my second load is somewhat diminished, it is to the
cabbies credit that I feel him swallowing every insistent spurt, each made
stronger my the cop massaging my prostate.

All too soon the feelings subside, and I find myself standing between the
two men. Four hands are exploring my body, and soon I am exploring
theirs. I get to my knees between the cop and the cabbie, and first
unfasten the cops belt. As it drops to the ground I run my hand up his leg
and feel the hot bulge of his manhood. Soon I have his zip open, and his
erection is free. I lick my lips to moisten them, and take his swollen
prick into my mouth.  Lost in the pleasure of sucking cock, I soon realise
the cabbie has his cock out too. I feel like a kid in a candy store: I
don't know where to turn. I reach up with my free hand and begin to
masturbate the cabbie while I blow the cop, loving the feel of the hot,
hard flesh in my trembling hand. When I have the cop good and slick, I let
his cock slip from my mouth and turn to the cabbie's organ, wrapping my
lips around it. Now I am masturbating the cop, my fist sliding easily over
his saliva lubricated erection as I blow the cabbie. I am literaly
delirious with the pleasure of having not one but two cocks to service,
both swollen with desire for my femininity.

Time passes. I lose track, lost with the sensations of sucking one while
jerking the other, then swapping. I have both men hovering on the
brink. The cop has grabbed me by the head and is moaning as he fucks my
face. My own moans of pleasure are muffled by his engorged penis sliding in
and out of my mouth. My hand is a blur on the cabbies cock, wanking him
madly as my head bobs on the cop's dick. I can sense they are both about to
come, and pull back to wait for the prize with my face upturned. They both
take their own cocks in hand and are jerking themselves off, crowding
around me, jostling for position, but it is the cabbie that comes
first. His first spurt catches me across my right cheek, his second
splashing over my forehead into my hair. I open my mouth and hang my tongue
out like a panting dog, and his next shot fills my mouth with its' warm
saltiness.

Then the cop comes. It is his first load for the night, and it splashes
over my eager face with a force the cabbie's load lacked. His first gob
spurts directly into my left eye, temporarily blinding me, but I am so
depraved and desparate I don't care as the rest of his spurts splatter
across my face and into my hungry mouth.

When my two lovers are well and truly done, I suck the sticky remeains off
both their cocks.  I let them both rub their now-limp shafts over my gooey
face, as their semen dribbles down my neck, onto the padded chest of my
dress. Soon the cabbie and the cop are rubbing their slick cocks together
as I lick and suck them both into my mouth at once. I feel satisfied, but
my ass twitches hungrily: it had missed out this round.

I struggle to my feet on shaky legs, pause to pull my panties back up, and
walk to the front of the cab. I sit back on the hood, and spread my legs,
pulling my dress up around my thighs.

"Which one of you is going to fuck me?" I manage to pant. The cop and the
driver look at each other.

"I'm done for the night," says the cabbie looking down at his limp penis.
"Getting old I guess."

"How about you, officer?" I say as I swing my legs up onto the hood. The
cop strolls casually round to the front of the car.

"I might be able to oblige in a little while, ma'am," he says reaching down
to idly stroke his flaccid organ. My own sticky prick is still limp, and as
I lean back against the windshield, I reach down to rub it through my
panties. It might be a while for me too.

By now all that wine I had drunk at the Tower Bar has caught up with me,
and I can feel an urgent pressure in my bladder. My most secret desire
comes bubbling to the surface. Long have I fantasised about this, but I
have never had the courage to express the desire. As I spread my legs wide
and let go of my bladder with the cop watching, my pulse quickens. The
stream comes slowly at first: the cop doesn't notice. But as the lacy
fabric becomes soaked through, and the piss begins to trickle down the
panty crotch and pool between my already sticky ass cheeks, the cop
smiles. The cabbies jaw drops as my hot urine puddles on the cool metal of
his car. I feel completely at ease. This was the ultimate submission: to
humiliate yourself in front of your lovers. But I am not embarrassed
though, it turns me on so much I am hard before I finish, the angle of my
third erection making me pee over my belly, soaking my dress through. I
love the warm wetness of the soaked fabric that now encases my swollen
prick.

I reach down and rub my new hard-on through the drenched panties, as I see
my action has pleased the cop: he is erect again. Smiling, I crawl off the
hood of the car, and stand up, feeling my piss running down my legs,
streams of it soaking my stockings. The cop walks over and pulls me towards
him. He lifts my skirt and reverently slides my soiled underwear down
around my thighs. He takes hold of his hard cock and rubs it against the
wet fabric, coating himself with my urine. When he is ready, I smile, and
turn around and bend over, poking my ass seductively towards him, while
supporting my weight with my hands on the hood of the taxi.

He takes hold of my hips and leans into me. I feel his cock press at my
opening, and as I relax my muscles, my sphincter opens up and accepts his
masculine intrusion. The twin lubricants of the cabbies sperm and my piss
aids the passage of his penetration: his proud erection slides almost
frictionlessly into my bowels. I cry out loudly, the fact we are outside in
a public place long ago lost on all of us. Soon he is inside me up to the
hilt, and begins stabbing at my anal opening with his thick tool. I love
the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against me he thrusts, his erect
penis rubbing my deepest recesses so deliciously.

"Fuck me, officer," I moan as I notice the cabbie standing close by to
watch us. His still flaccid cock looks so inviting dangling between his
legs in its thick nest of pubic hair. I cannot help but reach out to grope
and fondle it. Soon the cabbie is sitting on the hood of his taxi, my head
in his lap, eagerly suckling at the limp organ while the cop fucks me from
behind.

It takes a while but I soon I feel the cab driver's penis swell in my
mouth, and not long after it has grown to it's full hardness. My mouth
slides up and down it's full length, my head bobbing like a jackhammer. By
now the cop has built a powerful rhythm behind me, our moans merging into
one continuous sound of pleasure, punctuated only by the fleshy slap of his
balls on my ass and the slurps of my mouth on the cabbies cock.

I pull my drooling mouth off the cabbies dick long enough to beg the cop to
fuck me harder.

"You're so good..." I moan. "Fuck me faster... Yeah..."

Soon my moans are muffled as I impale my face on the taxi drivers delicious
erection once more. My penis dangling beneath me slaps back and forth as I
ram my behind back up to meet the oncoming cops dick over and over
again. Soon the cop reaches around and takes hold of it, steadying its'
wild dance, as he begins to jerk me off. I groan even louder onto the
cabbies' cock, as I feel climax approaching rapidly.

I cum first, my yielding ass muscles rippling involuntarily around the
cop's pistoning meat.  With a cock-muffled cry, my penis spasms in the
cop's hand, issuing forth a small jet of semen which splatters onto the wet
concrete between my feet. The remainder of my spurts are small, and trickle
over the cops hand. Soon he is rubbing the cum into my shaft, whipping it
to a froth as he continues to jerk my withering cock while he fucks my ass.

The cop climaxes soon after. He bellows loudly and I feel his penis
spurting its thick spunk into my rectum. Soon after he pulls out, leaving
my wincing pucker open to the cool night air and I realise that he is
aiming his last jets of sperm into the crotch of my drenched panties, which
are still stretched tight around my upper thighs.  His work complete, he
stands back to watch me bring the cab driver off.

It takes some time, sucking, slurping, my head bobbing comically, but soon
the cabbie groans and lifts his hips up off the car. Holding the
mushroom-like head of his cock in my mouth, I finish him off by hand,
feeling his erection twitch, and his semen flood out onto my hungry
tongue. His third load of the night is small and I easily swallow it all.

After that, there is nothing left to do but head home. I savour the
sensation of the fresh deposit the cop left in the crotch as I pull my wet
panties back up with a squelch. Soon we are heading for home. I spend the
trip wiping the slippery sperm from my face with my fingers and licking
them clean.

As for the cabbie and the cop, I never saw them again, nor even knew their
names.

THE END