"Still declined," the middle-aged taxi driver sighs, sliding the card back toward Calista. "You got another one?"
They drove far into the desert before the cab driver demands payment. He pulls over on the shoulder of a seemingly empty highway to scan her credit card.
Time on the dashboard - 10:45 a.m.
$145 on the meter. So far.
"Umm," the raven-haired, young woman rummages through her small clutch and bites her lower lip. "Maybe I can wire you the money?"
Ron looks out the window and takes a puff of his cigarette, "That won't do missy, I'm going to have to call the dispatcher. He'll send the cops over."
"Please don't!" Calista cries out earnestly. "I'm applying to med school in the fall. I can't have a record!"
Ron turns his face back toward the desperate woman, taking in her body appreciatively.
"Maybe an arrangement can be made," he strokes his handle-bar moustache pensively.
"I'm listening."
"Take off the dress," he commands plainly. "Let's see those tits."
"Excuse me?!" Calista shrieks. "I'm not a prostitute!"
Ron rolls his eyes, reaching for the phone to call the dispatcher. Calista is faster. She grabs his hand just as he touches the phone.
"Wait!!" the two lock eyes. "So how does this work, exactly? You fondle me for a bit and then you forgive the $145? Or however much I'll end up owing you? I'm not that far from home..."
Ron chuckles, "I see the merchandise and then I make you an offer." Seeing the apprehensive look on Calista's face he continues, "the choice is yours."
Knowing that she didn't have any immediate options to consider, Calista resigns to her fate. Daintily she undoes the neck straps holding together the front part of her maroon pin up dress, letting it fall to her waist.
Ron's eyes widen slightly at the sight of her completely exposed tits.
Hot and horny as a result of the desert sun, the man stretches out his hands and cups her large, voluminous breasts. His calloused thumbs roughly brush over her creamy nipples, fingers excitedly pinching and prodding to test their firmness. His eyes gleam with lust.
The stimulation puckers her rose-pink areolas and tightens her pert tips. His overeager hands continue to grope and maul her tits causing a small groan to escape her lips. Fresh sweat streams down the back of Calista's neck.
"These bounce a lot when you fuck?" he licks his top lip, fondling her sensitive flesh as he speaks. "You should consider doing porn."
"Yeah," Calista winces at how dry her throat has become.
She feels a familiar tingling sensation make its way down her body.
"Okay, I've made my decision," Ron pulls back, wiping sweat from his brow and taking another drag from his cigarette. "You suck me off, then we fuck in back."
Ron gestures to his back seat.
Calista winces at the crudeness of his words, "Then we go our separate ways?"
Ron affirms with a tilt of his head, his attention now directed toward massaging the bulge protruding from his pants. He flicks his cigarette out the open window.
"I don't have a condom," the young woman pleads, hoping this will deter him from wanting to have sex.
The taxi driver shrugs, "I haven't had a good fuck in months. Not gonna wear a condom, anyhow."
Calista bites her lower lip again and nods her head in agreement. Ron slides his shirt off his chest and flings it to the back, revealing a pale, hairy potbelly. Eyeing her obscenely, he pulls at his old belt buckle and yanks his pants and underwear down to his ankles. It's not his half-hard cock that surprises Calista, but rather it's the entire package.
Ron's cock is long, pulsating with thick purplish-red veins surrounding the wide girth. His bulbous red head resembles a piece of flesh that has been stung by multiple hornets. The power of his shaft is framed by two big, hairy balls. The cab suddenly feels a lot warmer.
The driver grins at her reaction, "Bet those twenty-five-year-old guys you usually fuck don't have cocks like this, eh?"
Calista moves her thick hair off to one side and leans forward in her passenger seat, turning her body so that she faces Ron.
Smirking to himself, he leans back and crosses his arms behind his head, "Whenever you're ready, sweetheart."
Exhaling slowly, she spits into her palm and wraps her delicate fingers around his half-erect cock, forcefully moving it up and down. His uncircumcised foreskin folds with each stroke, shiny pre-cum coating his meaty cockhead. The couple make eye contact making Calista pump her hand faster.
After a minute or so, she opens her mouth and takes in his monstrous head. A taste of sweat and salt hit her tongue and nostrils at the same time. With one hand on a pale, hairy thigh; Calista uses her free hand to rub his member as she begins to bob on his cock.
His shaft soon reaches maximum hardness, hitting the back of her throat every time it plunges into her mouth. Using her tongue, Calista draws circles on Ron's sensitive underside, making sure the rest of his cock is being taken care of by her soft hand. He hisses in pleasure every time his cock goes deeper into her throat.
"That's right, you dirty whore, suck my cock," the driver pants encouragingly.
Opening her mouth wider, she sucks all the pre-cum his cock can offer, his member now dripping with fluid and saliva. Gurgling noises soon fill the otherwise silent cab when she removes her hands to eagerly continue slurping his cock. Pushing harder, the hard meat of this much older man fills all of her senses.
Groaning to himself, Ron moves her hair to her opposite shoulder to get a better view of her plump lips around his bulging cock, "You're good at this, honey. Maybe I'll pay you afterwards, hmm?
Feeling naughty, Calista releases his member from her mouth with a loud pop. Gripping his shaft firmly, the young woman twists his slippery cock with a flick of her wrist and begins to painfully yank it toward her. Her other hand mushes up his balls like putty in her palm.
Ron's eyes roll behind his head and he groans in pleasure, "Fuck me, how old are you?"
