The taxi driver didn't have any money.

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"Driver, to XX Road..."

On the way, I noticed the taxi driver kept looking at me in the rearview mirror. I instinctively put my hands in front of my chest and pressed my legs together even closer. Even so, the driver kept checking me in the rearview mirror, causing him to frequently slam on the brakes because he wasn't paying attention to the cars in front.

This became unbearable for me, so I said, "Driver, please concentrate on driving!" "Miss, it's not that I'm not concentrating, it's just that you have such a hot body, and you're not wearing any underwear. How am I supposed to concentrate on driving?" the taxi driver replied.

"Don't talk nonsense!" I snapped.

"I'm not talking nonsense. I saw you come out of the hotel. Your t-shirt was so tight, it was obvious whether you were wearing underwear or not. And your skirt was even more obvious. I clearly saw you weren't wearing any underwear as you walked down the steps, and your stockings were torn."

"Shut up, you've gone too far!" Although what he said was true, I didn't want to continue arguing with him about this issue.

"Am I right? I could tell you were a prostitute the moment I saw you. You must have made a lot of money serving those two customers, right?"

Hearing the word "money," I suddenly remembered something important: my wallet was in my denim skirt, and Mr. Zhao had given the skirt to a strange man yesterday. Now I was penniless. I deflated like a punctured balloon, all my previous bravado gone. I whispered to the driver, "Sorry, I forgot my wallet..." "

What? You forgot your wallet? What about the payment the customers gave you?" "I...I didn't take it..."

"Damn it! What kind of prostitute are you? You let customers use you and don't even ask for payment. What bad luck! Just because you let customers use you for free, does that give you the right to ride in my car for free?" the driver scolded sternly.

"I'm...I'm sorry...Master...I'll go upstairs and get it for you when we get home!" "Don't you understand? The two worst things we encounter when we're out driving are: one is picking up a prostitute first thing in the morning, and the other is a passenger saying they have no money. And now, both of those have happened to me. I might as well not do any business today..." The driver didn't seem to want to let it go so easily: "Since you have no money, I might as well take you to the police station. If you want to apologize, just say it to the police!"

"Ah...no...no...or...I'll go home and get the money...I'll pay you back whatever you earn in a day..."

"I don't accept money from prostitutes!"

"Then you can do whatever you want, just don't take me to the police station..." "You said it!" The driver said with a lewd laugh, "How about you let me have my way with you once? I won't charge you, and I'll still give you the full payment, okay?"

"But where are we going in broad daylight?"

"Just come with me..." With that, the driver drove off onto an unfamiliar road.

The car drove for a long time before finally stopping in a deserted area. The driver opened the driver's side door and told me to get out and walk to the driver's side, then take off my only piece of clothing, a t-shirt.

After getting out, I looked around and, finding that there seemed to be no one around, I felt relieved enough to take off my t-shirt.

As I lifted the t-shirt, my breasts immediately sprang out, completely exposed. This was the most prized part of my body; many men would stare intently at my bare chest,

and it seemed this driver was no exception. "Wow, they're huge!" the driver exclaimed from the driver's seat, his hands almost mechanically reaching for my chest. I gave him an understanding smile, slightly lowering my body. Admittedly, the driver's threatening methods in bringing me here had made me very uncomfortable, but seeing his fascinated gaze now made me forget my earlier unpleasantness. Some say, "A woman dresses up for her lover," and I am the kind of woman who can treat any lover kindly. What surprised me even more was that with this action, the driver's intimidating aura vanished, replaced by a gentle man who lingered, his hands caressing my breasts.

While he was engrossed in playing with my breasts, I glanced around and noticed a warehouse in the distance. The rusty door indicated it had been abandoned for a long time. So I took the driver's hand and led him to the warehouse's outer wall—leaning against it—and said, "Give me a kiss on my breast!" The driver happily nodded, then, in a half-squatting position, brought his mouth to my breast and began to lick.

His licking technique was skillful, without much force; his tongue danced on my breast, sometimes gently biting, then lingering again… This was incredibly arousing; I could even feel my juices slowly trickling down to my inner thighs.

I clearly felt my desire being aroused again, so I gently pushed the driver away, turned around, bent over, one hand on the wall, slightly raising my buttocks, the other hand lifting my skirt, my legs spread at a 45-degree angle, my wet vulva completely exposed to the driver—it was an incredibly seductive move, almost any man would be eager to insert his penis into my vagina under such provocation.

I did this partly because his teasing had aroused my desire, and partly as a reward for his gentleness earlier. However, this time the driver didn't fall into the trap again. What I felt wasn't his penis, but his tongue—he actually started licking my vulva.

I really enjoy having my vulva licked, but as a "prostitute," I rarely receive such treatment. In the eyes of most customers, a prostitute's vulva is "dirty," and even if they outwardly show respect, deep down they always harbor contempt for prostitutes.

"Did you bring a condom?" The driver, after licking my vulva for a while, finally spoke.

"No, I lost it along with my wallet," I replied.

"Sigh!" The driver sighed, "This area is deserted; it's probably impossible to find a convenience store to buy condoms."

"Driver, I'm so sorry," I felt a pang of guilt. Seeing his pants already bulging with a small tent, he must be burning with lust, so I said, "How about... driver, just do me!" "No, it's not that I dislike you, but I know it's not easy being a prostitute. You have your rules, and I don't want you to break them." The driver sounded very sincere.

Hearing this, I felt a lump in my throat and almost cried. I didn't care about anything else, turned around to face the driver, quickly unzipped his pants, then knelt down and took his penis into my mouth to give him oral sex—even if he couldn't have sex with me, I wanted to make him release before leaving.

Even though I used all my "oral skills," and the driver seemed to enjoy my service, after almost half an hour, he still hadn't ejaculated.

"I'm really sorry, I just gave my 'labor' to my wife last night, so I'm afraid I can't do it like this," the driver explained. Hearing this, I almost burst out laughing. Who would "confess" to something like this?

But seeing his innocent look, I had to hold back my laughter.

The driver returned to the car dejectedly, and I quickly followed him. After he got into the driver's seat, I didn't get in. Instead, I took off my skirt and ran to the front of the car.

"What are you doing?" the driver asked, surprised.

"I want to help you! I can't just let you go back like this, can I?" I replied, "Watch closely!" As I spoke, I started to wiggle my body, my hands beginning to caress my naked skin. It is said that most men achieve orgasm through their visual and auditory senses, and sometimes performing like this can make it easier for men to release—and this is indeed the case. Just as I was twisting my body and performing masturbation, I saw the driver in the car trembling slightly. I guess he was masturbating at that moment!

So I touched myself more intensely, even climbing to the front of the car, squatting down with my buttocks facing the window, then inserting my fingers into my vagina and rotating them while moaning, "Ah... Master... your penis... is so powerful... I want you to fuck me... thrust into me hard... I like you..." Stimulated by such words and lewd actions, I felt the whole car vibrating, and the frequency was getting faster and faster... I tried to maintain a rhythm similar to the car's vibration to show my most lewd side—until the car returned to calm, I ran to the driver's seat as fast as I could. The driver's hand was still holding his penis... I quickly put my mouth to him, licked the semen off his hand, and then took his entire penis into my mouth again, using my mouth to clean the remaining semen off his penis.

On the way home, I chatted casually with the driver. To my surprise, this driver had never visited a prostitute before, and even after getting married, besides his wife, I was the first woman he had "intimate contact" with. Some previous misunderstandings were gradually resolved.

The car finally arrived at my doorstep. Before I could get out, the driver pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into my hand. "This is for you..." he said.

"No need, I shouldn't take your money. Actually, I didn't help you at all today; you solved the problem yourself, haha!" I replied.

"Don't tease me. This money isn't entirely for what happened earlier... I noticed your wallet, along with the money your client gave you yesterday, is gone. Consider this some compensation. You earn your money through hard work; it's not worth losing it... Let me help you this once as a friend!" the driver said with a laugh.

"Okay, my name is Sandy. Call me anytime you want, I won't charge you, anytime!"

"Oh, and don't keep calling me 'Master,' just call me Xiao Zhong. I'm not that much older than you. If you need a car for business, just call me, I won't charge you! That way you'll be safe, and you won't have to worry about drivers threatening you anymore."

After saying this, we exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye.

[The End]

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