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Back home trip on a taxi

Back home trip on a taxi We had attended that boring party, but it was really necessary for Victor. The company head was already gathered there and it was fine for a sure promotion on my loving hubby career. I had chosen a black chiffon dress, a very sexy one. My back was bare and my legs well shaped by some five inches stilettos. I was sure I might have caused several swollen in the party that night. Everything was going really boring, until I started feeling tired and exhausted from the days work. I asked Victor to leave. But he said he was not ain a good mood for a safe driving; too many margarita shots were causing him a very bad headache. Then he suggested to leave our car behind and take a taxi to home. I agreed hesitantly; I did not want to leave our car there, but finally we left the party. It was almost midnight. Most of the people in their homes and shops closed. There were very few vehicles on the road. We started looking for a taxi. After a while just one came and stopped. The driver saw us and swerved to a halt a few meters away from us. He asked where we had to go. Victor was almost fainting, but he managed to tell him our address. It would be at least a forty minutes long trip. I noted the driver was a large black man in his mid thirties, not handsome and not even a friendly face. He was really a huge man, very muscled. He drove in silence during the first ten minutes; then I think I passed away due to tiredness. I heard the driver talking on his radio with ...

... another person: a deep voice filled the cabin, scaring me. The cab sped along deserted roads. I was feeling flumsy so I tried to rest on Victor’s shoulder. Suddenly I woke up. The taxi had stopped abruptly and somebody had opened the right front.door. I was still a little bit flumsy, but I could see now there was another huge black man sitting next to the driver, who was telling him: “I told you, man, the white bitch is a real hottie!”. The taxi finally came to a halt and the engine was turned off. I looked through the open window, but it was very dark outside. Víctor was still close to me, but I could not count with him, he was even flumsier than me. The second man left the car and opened my side door: “It’s time for fun, bitch!!” I heard he barked at me. I was really scared now, thinking that those black men were going to fuck me there, in the middle of nowhere, in front of my loving husband. He grabbed by my hand and dragged out of my seat. Then he made me bend over the trunk of the car, my face and breast against the cold steel material. I could hear the driver also opened his door and stepped out of the car, whispering at the sight of my spread and uncovered legs. They looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement… I could remember now I was not wearing even a thong that night, so, I heard the exclamation of both men when their hands slipped down my short dress and found my bare ass and my wet pussy lips… “Told you that white babe was a slut”. I heard the driver ...