Night taxi

Our line of work as night taxi drivers exposes us to a vast array of people, from gentlemen to beggars, from ladies to prostitutes—all sorts of people and strange occurrences happen before our eyes at any moment. It's for this reason that I decided never to marry, choosing instead to roam the streets in my taxi every night.

I've seen all sorts of women of the night, black market wives, powerful women, and even lonely, resentful wives. Of course, those who are old, ugly, and have poor figures are another story, but if I encounter a young, beautiful, and alluring woman, I can feast my eyes.

I've installed a huge, long mirror in my taxi, so I can clearly see the drunken beauties in the back seat, their faces as radiant as peach blossoms, their lewd smiles in their drunken stupor, and even their alluring breasts, rising and falling with their breath, their vibrant breasts seeming about to burst through their clothes. And I feel as if I'm making love with that natural beauty, experiencing an urge to ejaculate. What's even more ingenious is that I installed a small mirror in the upper right corner. Looking at it, their large, medium, and small breasts appeared in close-up in the mirror, like two volcanoes about to erupt, making me want to reach out and touch them.

However, although I roam the world freely, I'm not a lecher, so I would never do anything illegal, such as indecent assault or rape. Why sacrifice my youth and go to jail for a woman? If you just have a little patience, there will be plenty of women willing to have sex with you.

Now, let's all enjoy my first encounter with a woman!

Late that night, I parked my taxi outside a bar in Tsim Sha Tsui to wait for customers. A woman in her twenties or thirties got in. She didn't say where she was going, but rather said, in a boisterous yet impatient tone, that she wanted to go for a drive.

I was naturally more than happy to oblige, and quickly drove straight off Princess Road towards Sha Tin, glancing at her in the mirror. She looked somewhat troubled, but her face was full of anger, as if there wasn't a single good person in the world. She said she wanted to go for a drive, but then closed her eyes, her face slightly flushed, as if she'd had a few drinks.

I glanced at her chest in the upper right mirror; she was indeed a busty woman, her breasts easily over 36 inches, heaving rapidly like boiling oil! I secretly exclaimed, "Wow, great breasts!" My own manhood hardened.

The taxi quickly entered Sha Tin, traveling 120 kilometers along the Tolo Highway into Tai Po District, then towards Sheung Shui, drifting lightly like a cloud, weaving in and out of traffic, from Sheung Shui to Yuen Long, and then out of the city via Tuen Mun. When the meter reached HK$300, the woman suddenly spoke, startling me. I thought she was going to accuse me of trying to make quick money by driving like a rocket.

It turned out she didn't mind at all. She began to confide in me, saying she was a rich man's mistress, but that man had gotten tired of her that night and broken up with her. She wasn't angry about his heartlessness, but rather that he hadn't given her a breakup fee!

I naturally accused her lover, and thus we clicked immediately. I saw her give me a mysterious smile.

The fare had reached five hundred dollars when the woman suddenly ordered me to pull into an open-air parking lot.

She opened her handbag, but said her wallet was missing and she had no money. I'd seen this kind of thing many times before, and was about to take her to the police station when she said she could do whatever I wanted with her, including with her body.

I'm used to the ways of the world, and I was wondering what her real purpose was when she started unbuttoning her clothes. When she took off her bra, her two large, snow-white breasts, tinged with pink, were plump and trembling slightly, which aroused me greatly!

She then pulled out her panties from under her skirt and took a condom from her handbag, tossing it to me. As if hypnotized by her lustful gaze, I got into the back seat, took off my pants, and put on the condom.

The woman looked ashamed, but skillfully sat on me, her huge, snow-white breasts trembling in front of me. I grabbed them, touched and squeezed them, feeling their amazing elasticity—truly top-quality breasts!

However, her eyes gleamed with a fierce rage, as if she wanted to devour me, making me feel both pleasure and unease! But upon closer inspection, she didn't seem angry at me.

Suddenly, she grabbed me tightly and sat down on me from above, and my "cannon" was aimed precisely at her groin, hitting the bullseye instantly, my thick, hard penis fully entering her flesh.

The woman let out a soft cry, her whole body trembling, her long hair and breasts flying wildly. A surprised, satisfied, lewd smile appeared on her face, but there was also a hint of a victorious avenger.

I understood; that predatory look she had just given me was anger towards her lover, and now it seemed she was putting him on cuckold's horns, but hadn't they broken up? Why was she behaving this way?

At this moment, her excitement and pleasure seemed to have overwhelmed everything, like an innocent little girl riding a rocking horse, swaying up and down, her two firm, nut-like nipples bobbing up and down, faster and faster, until her breasts were no longer visible, so fast they were about to burst out!

I frantically tried to capture her countless snow-white, voluptuous breasts. Finally, I caught one, gripping the large, fleshy mound tightly. Her moans were so loud they almost shattered my eardrums, even shaking the car!

She screamed, opening her lips to kiss me passionately. I, too, couldn't resist, forcefully releasing myself onto her breasts.

Afterwards, she opened her purse, saying she'd found her wallet, and gave me a thousand dollars. I assumed it was a tip from a wealthy customer to a taxi driver and happily accepted. Later, I thought back: her expression was like that of a mistress, full of disdain—wasn't she treating me like a male prostitute?

But why did she say she had no money in the first place? That was all intentional, designed to create the illusion of coercion, then use the money to humiliate me, to show I was inferior to her. Ugh! This perverted woman!

However, I had fully enjoyed her; I had kissed her, touched her breasts, and thrust wildly into her vagina until I ejaculated. Undeniably, I had gained something.

We exchanged phone numbers, but I didn't even know her name, so I just called her Miss Mystery.

After that, she never called me again. And I didn't want to contact her either. They say beauty is a curse, and lust is a double-edged sword, especially since she only saw me as a driver.

However, one night a month later, Miss Mystery called me through a call center to pick her up in Tsim Sha Tsui. I was secretly delighted, but when I arrived, I was greatly disappointed because there was an old man, probably in his fifties or sixties,

with her. They were very intimate; he was probably her new master! They had both been drinking, especially the man, who was so drunk he could barely walk.

Miss Mystery wanted me to go to the same place as last time, that open-air parking lot.

During the drive, I saw her low-cut top revealing her white cleavage, and the old man actually reached inside and groped her breasts. Miss Mystery deliberately screamed loudly from time to time, which was extremely piercing!

When we arrived, she told me to turn off the engine, walk away for a while, and come back in fifteen minutes. I naturally understood that they wanted to have sex in the open. At that moment, the way she looked at me was peculiar, making me realize she seemed to be defying me!

But bringing a drunken old man along was just too ridiculous!

I walked to the edge of the hill, lit a cigarette, and sensed a warning in her tone: the old man had money, and I didn't; she'd rather choose the old man than me!

I was a little angry, and quietly crouched down on the other side, subtly moving towards the taxi. The car's lights came on, and the mysterious woman had already undressed. She lay down, her large breasts moving about, and the old man, half-naked, lay on top of her, but he didn't even have the strength to touch her breasts. The mysterious woman was angry, anxious, excited, and disappointed all at once. Her pair of watery eyes were shockingly alluring, and they filled me with both anger and hatred!

The old man finally gave in and collapsed drunkenly on the seat. The mysterious woman slipped out of the car through the men's side door. I saw that she was completely naked, with a dress she had taken off covering her front, like a female lion that hadn't eaten for three days, eagerly searching for its prey. She finally came to me, her dress falling to the ground. Her eyes gleamed with lust, her cheeks flushed as if she were burning with fever, her whole body trembling as if she were freezing, her two large, snow-white breasts shaking and swelling, swaying heavily.

I, too, was filled with impulsiveness and inexplicable anger, and immediately pulled down my pants. As she hugged me tightly, I pressed her against the hood of the car and forcefully thrust my hard penis into her vagina.

The mysterious woman let out a strange cry like a wounded beast and began to wrestle with me. She kissed me wildly, and I gripped her large

breasts tightly, thrusting in and out violently. She moaned, entangled with me, and I pushed her upper body onto the hood of the car. Her jet-black hair was spread out on the hood like a female ghost, and her large, round, snow-white breasts still stood erect, shaking like two erupting volcanoes. I lifted her two weak, snow-white legs high, and thrust my thick, hard penis wildly into her cleft.

At first, she made incomprehensible cries, but gradually she cried, though without tears. Then she laughed, but it was like crying again.

In the end, her moans, a mixture of laughter and tears, stimulated my nerves, so I released her legs and helped her up.

When she threw herself into my arms, her full breasts hitting me, I bit down hard on one of her nipples.

The mysterious woman, groaning, let out a strange scream like a pig being slaughtered in the middle of the night, or perhaps more like the scream of a female ghost being stabbed in the heart with a peach wood sword. She trembled and clung tightly to my buttocks, and I ejaculated into her at that moment.

We put our clothes back on, sat on the ground, leaning against the back of the taxi, smoking. The mysterious woman told me that the old man was her new rice bowl boss, old and ugly, and often a eunuch. But she didn't care; money was all that mattered.

As for why she had sex with me in front of him, it was pure rebellion, a malicious revenge, proving she didn't love him at all!

"Is that all? Then do you love me?"

She didn't answer, only saying that she would contact me when she was lonely. I felt she was just reliving the thrill of our last encounter in the wild, "wanting to taste it again."

How could a woman like that have real feelings! Besides, if I continued to get entangled with her, I might end up dead in the street, which would also be dangerous for her.

I told the mysterious lady that it would be best if we never saw each other again. She laughed wildly, her huge breasts heaving. What a slut!

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