Tabitha Kohls – Tabitha’s Dirty Ride (Interracial Breeding Erotica) 

A self-absorbed young woman’s first person account of a night of dirty sex with a cab driver that went farther than she ever imagined it could.

This incredibly dirty erotic story contains detailed scenes of degradation, defilement, interracial sex, and impregnation. (Approx. 5,000 words)

Excerpt:

I sat in my seat, trying to keep my open toed pumps out of the layer of garbage on the cab’s floor. I became increasingly self-conscious, aware that I was a fairly attractive blond wearing a clubbing outfit, sitting next to a fat loser I’d never give the time of day in any other situation.

Suddenly the cabbie slammed on the brakes, and swore out loud in a language I’d never heard spoken before at the car before us. The sudden stop threw me forward against my seat belt, painfully.

I sat still in the seat for a long moment, before I became aware that the nasty driver was staring at me from the corner of his eye, trying to both watch the road and me at the same time. It was then that I finally noticed that the seat belt had inadvertently wedged itself between my large natural C-cup breasts.

My party outfit had mostly consisted of a thin bright pink tube top, with just little pieces of adhesive to keep everything in place. And now my left tit had been dislodged, hanging out in the open air, the nipple growing hard in the cab’s air conditioned interior.

I blushed and almost shoved the breast back in place. Almost. But…I didn’t.

Instead, for some reason I’ve never been able to fully understand, I just left the boob hanging out in the open. Like I had no idea my tit was totally exposed. Looking back on it, that’s really when everything started. That’s when my drunken night of revelry became something else entirely.

I’ve tried to tell myself that I was just drunk and alcohol always makes me do stupid things. But deep down, I know that isn’t true. At least not totally. Maybe it was the lustful look in his eye, or the way he resettled his legs to keep his growing erection from being too noticeable; I’m not quite sure. But whatever the reason, I didn’t fix my top.

The ride seemed to drag out, as my pert, firm boob hung out of my outfit for the cabbie’s enjoyment. And he was looking, though he tried to hide it. He started taking more and more right turns, giving himself an excuse to turn his head toward me, to look right at my big pink nipples.

And then I took things to a whole new level. Without really thinking about it, I reached out and touched his hand. His fat, sweaty fingers were slightly sticky to the touch but I didn’t pull back. Somewhere deep down in my mind, I made a decision and that was that. I clasped my hand around his and pulled his arm over, until his fat fingers were on the waistband of my pink skirt.

For nearly a block neither of us moved. He was starting to shake in his seat, then outright squirming. His left hand had gone white as his grip on the wheel tightened.

Finally, I felt those fingers of his move, sliding between the band of the skirt and my bare stomach. His hand slid down, disappearing under the fabric, and then he was wriggling his fingers under my panties.