The Bride and the Taxi-Driver

The Bride and the Taxi-Driver

only been a week since we had been married. It took us the week to settle down in our new apartment that was gifted to us by Ramesh’s father. Ramesh and I were to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. We had a little bit of shopping left to do before we left. Ramesh went and got the taxi and called me from downstairs. I rushed down as soon as the taxi arrived and we both got in. We told the taxi driver of our destination and we were off.

The taxi-driver was a big guy. He looked huge and took up most of the front seat. I could barely see anything in the front since his huge posture blocked the view. We had been on the road for about ten minutes now and already hit bad traffic. After a while, as me and my husband dear were engrossed in our coochie-coo, the driver turned around and told my husband, “Saahab, aap bahaut naseeb waale ho.”

“Kya matlab?” asked my husband, puzzled at this sudden comment.

“Aapko itni sundar patni mili hai. Bahaut khush naseeb ho saahab.” He replied, grinning.

I could see that my husband had been angered at this, but he didn?t have the guts to say anything, looking at the size of that man sitting in front of us. Finally, I decided to do something.

“Driver! Gaadi roko! Kaise badtameez aadmi ho tum! Sharam nahi aati tumhe?” I said in a voice filled with anger.

“Arre madam, aap toh aise hi naaraaz ho gayi. Maaf kar dijiye madam.” He said, but his expression clearly indicated that he wasnt sorry at all.

“Kya maaf kar de! Passenger se is tarah bartaaw kiya jaata hai! Rok do gaadi issi waqt!” My voice quivered as I tried to sound assertive.

“Accha accha madam.” He said. “Maine toh aise hi keh diya. Gareeb aadmi hoon. Teen saal pehle meri patni mujhe chodkar kisi aur ke saath bhaag gayi paise ke liye. Kya karu memsaab, tabh se bas..gaadi chalaata hoon aur apna pet bharta hoon. Aur koi iccha hi nahi bacchi.” I could detect the truth in his sad voice.

“Oh..” is all I could say. I felt a little guilty now for being so harsh to the poor man.

“Hamme maaf kar dena bhai.” My husband said, placing a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Koi baat nahi saahab.” He said. “Maafi mujhe maangni chaahiye. Pehli baar itni sundar jodi dekhi. Thoda mann machal gaya. Kya kare, akela aadmi hoon.”

“Nahi nahi bhai, apne aap ko akela matt samjho.” My husband said.
“Tumhaara naam kya hai?”

“Javed” He answered.

“Javed bhai, ek kaam karo, aap aaj hamaare ghar chaliye, Wahi khaana kha lijiyega.” He said and then turned and looked at me. I just nodded in approval.

“Nahi nahi saahab, mein gareeb aadmi. Memsaab ko buraa lagega.” He said

“Nahi Javed Bhai.” I said “Mujhe buraa nahi lagega. aap gaadi ghumaa lijiye. Waapas wahi chaliye jahaan se hamme pickup kiya tha.”

He smiled, turned the taxi around and we headed back to our place. Javed felt a little uncomfortable entering our house. I could make out that this man had entered in such a posh house for the first time in his life. I looked at him, admiring how big this man was. I don?t know why, but I have always been attracted to men who are rather large than usual. And this man was really big. He must have been 6 3″, and really broad shouldered. Ramesh led him to the living room and asked him to make himself comfortable on the sofa. He sat down, smiling. I looked at him and smiled too. All this while I was contemplating whether I should change into something comfortable. Since our previous plans were to go out for shopping and then a little dinner in a good restaurant, I was wearing a nice lemon colored low neck salwar(bottom) kameez(top). It was skin fitting, with the kameez wrapped around my body tight enough to show how curvaceous my young newly-married body really is. I was wearing what every newly wed dulhan wears, a set of bangles that covered both my wrists. I decided not to change, feeling too lazy to do so. I just headed to the kitchen to get Javed bhai something to drink. I came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with two glasses of Pepsi and placed it on the center table. I took a glass and served it to Javed Bhai, who accepted it with a smile on his face. I could trace his eyes peeking into my low-neck as I leaned to serve him. I didn?t mind. Infact, I kinda found the appreciative looks to be a turn-on. I went and sat down on the couch next to my husband. Ramesh put an arm around me and we started chatting with Javed Bhai. All this
while, I could make out that Javed couldnt stop admiring my curves. His eyes traced every inch of my body all the time. I felt as I was being stripped naked by this mans eyes. But I didnt say much. I pitied the mans condition. Lonely for three years, wife deserted him, he could use a little eye-candy. I decided to take it a step forward to make him feel better.

“Arre javed bhai, itne durr kyu baithe hai aap.” I said. “Aayiye na, hamaare paas hi baithiye.”

Surprisingly, he didnt show any resistance. He came down and sat right besides me. I felt a little uneasy, sitting there on the couch in the middle of two men. “Madam, aap bahaut sundar hai.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. “Saahab, aap bahaut khush naseeb hai. Itni chikni cheez aapki baahon mein kaskar baithi hai.”

“Chikni cheez??” I thought to myself. I had never been addressed like that in my life. I could sense the discomfort that my husband must’ve felt at that moment.

“Madam, aapki mehak hi itni pyaari hoon. Kya bataoon, mann macchal gaya. Bahaut dino baad apni patni ki kammi mehsoos kar raha hoon.” Saying this he made a bold move and put and arm over my shoulder where my husbands arm was. Now I was sitting between two men, with their arms around my thin shoulders. My husband all this while was quiet. He was too afraid of this man to say anything. In comparision to this man, my husband was not even half his size. He could lift my husband on one arm, and two of me on the other. I felt a cold shiver run through my body as he moved even closer to me, now placing his nose over the side of my neck, taking a whiff of my perfume. I looked at my husband and saw fear all over his face where I expected anger. His forehead was sweating while his body was shivering as his wife was getting nuzzled by this giant of a man.

“Sorry memsaab” He said, moving away suddenly. “Thoda control ke baahar ho gaya. Maaf karna.”

“k-k-koi baat nahi javed bhai” said my husband. I looked at him and shocked. He shook his head, afraid that I might blast off any minute now. Javed laughed at my husbands response.

“Memsaab, aapke pati toh bahaut acche aadmi hai. Aur bahaut samajhdaar bhi. Haina Bhaisaab?” He said, looking at my husband. “Bhaisaab, aap hamaare liye chai kyu nahi banaa laate.”

“Mein le aati hoon” I said, trying to seize this opportunity of getting out of this situation. I tried to get up but Javed’s huge hand grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back on the couch. “Arre nahi nahi memsaab, aap takleef na kare. Hamme aapki company bahaut bhaa gayi hai. Ham yahaan aapse baatein karenge. Aur saahab hamaare liye chai banaakar laayenge. Kyu saahab?” He said, his hand holding my arm firmly. My husband was left with no choice now. I couldnt believe as I saw him getting up and walking away, towards the kitchen.

My breathing grew heavy as I found myself alone in the living room, sitting besides a man thrice my size. He looked at me and smiled. I cursed my husband for inviting this man over to our place for dinner. But from the look on Javed’s face, he was indeed the happiest man on earth. He put his arm around my shoulder once again and pulled me
closer. A broad smile on his face revealed his yellow paan-stained teeth. “Memsaab, aap toh ghabraa rahi hai. Dekhiye, aap samajhdar aurat hai. Nayi nayi shaadi hui hai aapki. Aap hi bataayiye, shaadi ke baad, agar aapka pati aapko akela chodkar chalaa jaaye, toh aap kya karogi?” Saying these words, his hands were on my lap now, slowly stroking them. “Teen saal ho gaye memsaab. Mera bistar nahi garam kiya kisine.” his hands were reaching for the naada of my salwar now. “Aapka bada ehsaan hoga mujhe memsaab, agar aap meri pyaas bujhaade. Mein aapke saath zabardasti nahi karna chaahta. Isliye please, maan jaaye toh aapke aur aapke pati ke liye hi behtar hoga.” His arm pulling me closer to him now, literally squeezing me against his hard smelling body. “Mein apni taakat ka istimaal nahi karna chaahta. Warna aap toh dekh hi rahi hai apne pati ko. Bechaara gabhraa gaya hai. Isliye kehta hoon, maan jaaiye memsaab.” SAying this, he finally pulled at the knot of my salwar, undoing it.

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My husband came into the living room carrying a tray with three cups of tea on it. What he saw made him let go of the tray right there. In front of his wide-open eyes was his wife, with a strangers arm around her shoulder, squeezing her left boob. The man’s other hand was pulling his wifes salwar down forcibly as his face was burried in her neck, kissing and sucking on it. His young newly-wed wife was being ravaged by a beastly looking man. Javed looked up as he heard the crash. He laughed and said “Koi baat nahi saahab. Abh chai ki zaroorat nahi. Aapki sundar biwi hi kaafi hai mere liye.” Saying this, he got up, pulled me up by my arm. My salwar fell on the floor. He looked down at my tiny frame and then slowly scooped me up in his arms. He stood there, in front of my trembling husband, and walked upto him carrying me in his arms. He looked at me, scanning me from top to bottom, eyeing my naked legs greedily. He then looked at my husband and licked his lips, “kya chikni maal hai yaar. Mazaa aayega aaj.” And for the first time, in a rough tone filled with arrogance, he told my husband “chal baaju hath chutiye.” And thats all my husband did. He slowly moved out of his way as Javed carried me out of the living room and into our bedroom. My husband followed us into the bedroom as I cursed him for not getting our fone line installed quickly. Even his
cellfone wasnt working unfortunately. As soon as the three of us were in the room, Javed ordered him. “Darwaaza tera baap bandh karega? Chal bandh kar!” he barked at Ramesh. Ramesh did what he was told obidiently as Javed looked at me, grinning as he placed me on the bed. I quickly tried to cover my naked legs with my kameez, folding my legs in. But Javed caught my ankle and pulled. “NAhi nahi meri jaan, chupao matt. Abh koi faayda nahi.” Saying this he places his huge hands on my tiny but supple thights, gently squeezing them. “Maska hai yaar tu toh.” he said. He turned around looked at my husband. “Dekh, tujhe dikhaata hoon, aisi aurat ko kaise istimaal karte hai.” Saying this,
he grabbed my panties, pulling them off my legs. He slowly slid them off. My cheeks were red now, embaressed about my nakedness in front of this giant. But he kept grinning in a monstrous sort of way, one hand on my ankle now and the other one stroking my inner-left thigh. He looked at my husband and said “Tujh Jaise chutiye ke saath isko kya
mazaa aata hoga? Yeh toh garam fataaka hai. Isko toh asli mard chaahiye, mere jaisa. Tujh jaisa heejda nahi.” My husband could say nothing but watch and be abused by this man. His wife was on the bed, almost naked and a strangers hands were moving towards her pussy. A newly-wed pussy.

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“Dekh jaan” Said Javed, now he had moved away, undoing his trousers. “Tujhe dikhaata hoon asli mard.” Saying this, he dropped his pants and pulled his underwear down. What revealed in front of my eyes froze me. A giant black 11″ lund (cock) sprung out from between his legs. It must have been atleast 5″ inches wide too. I was about 5-6 feet away
from his cock and I could still smell its musky scent as the beastly rod pointed right towards my mouth. My eyes were wide open, fixated at this gigantic tool, I didnt realize that Javed had grabbed my hair lightly and was pulling me towards his rod. It was only 2 seconds later that I realized that his cock was not barely an inch away from my face. He grabbed his cock with one hand, my hair in the other, he finally placed the hot, black musky-smelling rod on my face, rubbing it against my cheek gently. I closed my eyes as i felt the burning heat on my cheek, hearing the man moan softly. I opened my eyes and
glanced at husband. The poor guy was sitting on a chair now, his face covered with sweat. His legs were trembling as he watch his brides cheek being rubbed by a taxi-drivers Lund.

I couldn’t believe what was happening at that moment. I was there, on the bed, naked below my waist, having my cheek rubbed by a black, fat and smelly 11″ lund. The lund was burning against my cheek. My eyes kept shifting between the cock and my husband’s sweaty face. Surprisingly, my husbands hand was rubbing his own crotch! I looked at
him in disgust as the idea of his wife’s face being rubbed against a filthy taxi-drivers lund was turning him on. Javed put his palm around my chin and turned my face towards him. I saw the lust in his eyes as he kept massaging his cock on my cheek.

“Wahaan uss chutiye ko kya dekh rahi hai jaan.” He said. “Yahaan dekh..mere is lund ko dekh. Tere naye khilone ko.” Saying this, he started rubbing his cock all over my face, rubbing it harder against my nose now. He brushed it against my lips before he pressed his fingers against my jaw to make me open my mouth. I resisted at first, but his fingers began to hurt me and finally opened my mouth, only to let his hard a rock cock to slide in slowly. I closed my eyes tight as I felt his salty cock slide into my mouth slowly. I felt his body quivering as he felt the warmth of my mouth around his cock. Letting out a groan, he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock deeper inside. I was almost choking on his cock as I had never been deep throated before.

“Aaaarrrrhhhh..kya garam mooh hai re tera.” He said, as he looked down on me, choking on his cock. My eyes were shut tight, his cock going deeper, making my eyes water as I choked and gagged on his cock. He sensed my discomfort and slowly pulled his cock out. I felt relief as the big rod slid out of my mouth slowly. I took a deep breath and looked up at him, watery-eyed as he still had a grip over my hair. He looked down at me and grinned, his cock fully covered with my saliva. A thick string of saliva was dangling between the tip of his cock and my lower lip. I turned around to look at my husband, who by now had his cock pulled out of his pants, stroking it hard. I looked back at Javed face, he kept grinning like a monster, stroking his cock with one hand and gripping my hair tight, hurting me with the other.

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“Chal waapis mooh khol” he said. This time, I didnt resist at all and opened my mouth wide to let him slide his monster inside. He thrusted it hard this time, and within a second, I was gagging on his tool once again. He kept pushing it hard inside. I kept gagging on it, feeling very uncomfortable, my throat hurting at this hard intrusion. I kept
gagging, which was obviously turning him on even more since his cock seemed to get harder and thicker inside my mouth. He pulled his cock out once again, I grunted as I felt the hard rod finally sliding out. It came out glistening with thick coats of my saliva mixed with his precum. I was breathing heavily as my eyes were fixed upon it. He pulled me against his cock and started rubbing all of the saliva over the shaft onto my lips. My mouth was splattered wet now, lips glistening with saliva and precum. I had never been treated like this in my life.

“Chal, abh yeh kameez bhi utaar de. Poori tarah nangi hoja. Tera pataaka jism bhi toh dekhu.” Saying this he moved away and signaled me to take my top off. I looked at my husband, who was still stroking his tiny little manhood, nodding in approval. I rolled my eyes at him, still breathing quite heavily as I grabbed the hem of my kameez, slowly pulling it above my shouders and over my head. I took of my kameez, but quickly covered my breast with it, hiding it from Jaaved’s view. He laughed as I did so. “Arre abh chupaa ke kya faayda. Khud hi toh pehle lalchaa rahi thi.” he said. “Jaaved bhai, aaiye ne, baithiye na mere paas.” he mimicked me, as he grabbed my kameez and pulled it away. I covered my breasts with my arms. But he pushed them aside too. He slowly pushed the bra straps aside, and pushed my bra down. I was now on the bed, fully naked in front of this beast. His eyes were wide open, his tounge licking his lips as he saw my supple boobs. He grabbed my bra and flung it at my husband as he leaned forward, onto
me. I kept shaking my head, appealing him to stop with my eyes.

“Please Jaaved bhai, nahi…please..” But he didnt listen. Within seconds, his smelly body was close to mine, his eyes fixated at my boobs. He cupped my left breast with his hand and squeezed it softly, looking at my face now. I whinced and grimaced as I felt his rough hands squeezing my breast.

“Haaye..is kutiya ki shakal toh dekho” he said. “Shakal dekhkhar hi mera lund jhadne lag jaayega.” He then looked at my husband and asked “Kyun be..kya bolta hai. Pehli iski choot phaadu ya iski gaand maaru?” I looked at him in shock as he talked in such a filthy language about me. In a trembling voice, my husband replied, “Ch-choot maar saali ki.” Javed laughed at his answer. I was shocked at my husbands response. These men were talking me as if I was a fuck toy at their disposal. “Chal be raand” Javed told me in a rough tone, “Pair phela apne.” I didnt listen to him, turning my face away.

“Abbe saali” he said, biting his lips as he grabbed my ankles in his rough hands now, pulling my legs apart. I shrieked! As he looked at my slightly bushy pussy and licked his lip. I kept shaking my head. “Jaaved bhai..please..no..nahi..”

“Chup be raand” was all he said as he brought his cock closer to my glistening choot now, standing between my legs. I could barely accomodate his fat body between my tiny legs, and this giant was going to thrust his cock inside my pussy. He placed his hard cock against my pussy, rubbing it and giggling like a devil. The thickness of his cock covered my pussy completely. He put his hands on my inner thighs now, pulling my legs apart to spread my pussy lips apart, and gently placed the tip of his cock on the opening of my pussy. We looked into each others eyes, my eyes filled with fear and his with lust, as he slowly pushed his shaft inside.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips,and let out a loud whimper as I felt the hard shaft entering inside. I had never felt anything like this in my lift. I just let go of my body and plopped down on the bed, biting my lower lip hard, my hips held up by Javed’s monstrous hands, my pussy being filled by his giant cock. Javed groaned as half way
through, I was having difficulty letting his cock get in any further.
I looked at him, teary-eyed. “PLease..bas..aur nahi ghusega..please.”

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The Bride and the Taxi-Driver

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