Taxi: Night One By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains sexual material that should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters in the story in sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Green Specter, Azure Angel, Tonya O'Donnell (Got Gal), Dragon Queen, Pantheris, Puss and Boots are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. All other characters are my own creation. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * My name is Elena Yoshi O'Brien. I suppose there is a lot to unpack there in that name. My mother was Irish, so you can see I got her last name. That's largely because my dad who was Hispanic took off or died soon after I was born and I never knew him. My mother was never really clear about what happened to dad and she told me half a dozen different stories about him before she died when I was sixteen. Some idiots have told me that I was "lucky" that she didn't die some lingering death from cancer or something like that, but like I said they are idiots cause it hurts just as much no matter how it happens. In this case, it was a stupid, pointless death. There was a big punch up fight between some super villain and some of the superheroines of Delta City and it collapsed part of a building that my mom just happened to be in and I've been on my own ever since. Getting back to the name thing, Elena is a common Hispanic name, so maybe mom wasn't ticked off as much with dad as she let on most of the time. Apparently it means something like ‘torch" or "hope" and maybe that says something to, though damned if I know what. As for the Yoshi middle name which is Japanese, I haven't got a clue other than some of my facial features are vaguely Asian. It's another thing mom never wanted to talk about and then it was too late. A lot of people say the mixture makes me look exotic, which is just another way of saying they would like to get into my panties. Anyway, it is three in the morning and I can't sleep, so I'm driving my semi legal cab around Delta City trying to make a few bucks. I don't drive for Uber or Lift cause those bastards screw their drivers over big time and it's not a real cab cause I can't afford the big bucks for the license. I said it is semi-legal which is a polite way of saying it is really illegal. I do have a license from the motor vehicle people at City Hall that I got by crawling under some bureaucrat's desk and blowing him. It's disgusting I know, but I only have to do it once a year to keep him happy and then he slips my license into the pile with all the legal ones. I took to driving my cab for a living because I could never hold down a regular job very long. I didn't get past grade ten before dropping out when my mom died, so I don't have a lot of the skills people want. When I have got a job, it was for things like fast food joints and other menial stuff. Inevitably, I would get into an argument with my boss and get my ass fired. Often the argument was over my refusing to sleep with the bastard to keep my job. Now, I know what you are thinking and its about how I blow a guy to keep my license, so I can't really be so pure an prudish. If I blow a guy, then why not sleep with another one to keep my job. I can't really explain it, except the blowjob is a necessity and it is still my choice. I suppose I should also explain why you are reading this crap. I mentioned my inability to sleep, or I think I did. That insomnia happens a lot, so that's why I am so often driving around Delta City in the wee hours of the morning where you get to see all kinds of crazy stuff happening. I don't know why I can't sleep. I should go to a therapist, but I don't have the money for that. I did try one of those free online therapy sites on the Internet. I think it is an AI thing, but I'm not sure. Anyway Dr. Fakir suggested that I should keep a diary since that might help me. Jeez, who actually has a physical diary anymore? You know those books with cute things like unicorns on the cover and with a little lock that your pest of a sister can open with a paperclip. I figured a blog would be just as good, though hardly anyone does blogging anymore either since they've all moved on to social media like Instagram and TikTok. I doubt anyone out there is ever going to read this stuff I write, but Dr. Fakir said just writing it was good therapy. Sometimes I wonder if Dr. Fakir just might be a real person and if he is married or not. I haven't worked up the courage to ask him. Actually, there is no reason he couldn't be a she if it's not just an AI bot stringing me along. Did I mention I have trouble sleeping yet? I think the lack of sleep is affecting my memory. Shit, I hope it isn't early onset Alzheimer's cause I'm only 22. I don't think you can get it that early can you? I suppose I could Google it, but I really don't want to know the answer. Anyway, I was driving around because I couldn't sleep and trying to earn a few bucks. I pulled into a nearby 8/12 store to get a coffee. AT least they call it coffee, though I'm sure battery acid couldn't be worse. It does have one thing going for it though and that is it is cheap. Of course while I am in the store, it gets held up by a couple of punks. Then to make it worse, in wiggles one of the cities' many super sluts to stop them. I guess she must have just been walking by or something and saw the robbers go in wearing their stupid Halloween masks. One was wearing a Nixon mask and the other was Kissinger. Republicans I guess, though I suppose they could be Democrats trying to smear some Republicans. If so, the laugh is on them cause Nixon is dead and Kissinger is like a hundred years old and isn't likely to be robbing any stupid fucking convenience store at his age. I called the heroine a slut which maybe isn't totally fair, but they all run around in those skimpy outfits which never stay on long and then they end up sucking cock and getting fucked. Most times the media has to put those black dots over some places so you can't see everything, though somehow the uncensored footage always ends up online if you want to go look for it which a lot of people do. Anyway this super slut was Asian and wearing some blue costume. I think she calls herself Azure Angel, or maybe I'm mixing her up with someone. The other Asian slut who ends up on the news a lot is Dragon Queen, but I'm pretty sure she's a villain. Since the heroine and the robbers were between me and the door, I decided to just lean back against the wall and drink my battery acid with three sugars to sweeten it a bit and watch what went down. Azure Angel, at least I'm pretty sure that was who it was, immediately took up some kind of ninja fighting stance. With that skimpy outfit, however, one of her huge tits popped out and she didn't even seem to notice. Now Nixon and Kissinger didn't seem to be much better at fighting than their namesakes were and the heroine started kicking their asses with no problem. Soon they were down on the floor and she was standing over them with her hands on her hips smirking down at them. That's when the two idiots remembered they had tasers in their pockets and shot her with them. I will give her credit, she didn't go down right away and they had to buzz her several times before she collapsed. I figured that would be the end of it and they would grab the money and smokes and take off, but they weren't that bright. Nixon goes over to where Azure Angel is on her knees all woozy and rips off her costume, so now both of those huge tits are flopping about and you can see her shaved pussy. Me, I'm a DD and hers looked bigger from where I was standing. Nixon whips out his dick which is barely eight inches. Now, I know what you are going to say and that at eight inches, it is at least a couple inches over the average man, but this is Delta City. I think it must be the Fluorine in the water or maybe some weird kind of radiation, but it's rare to see a cock in Delta City under ten inches. Anyway, it was at least a mouthful as he shoved it in Azure Angel's mouth and it went right down her throat with one hard thrust. She was gagging and choking as he grabbed her hair and began to fuck her face like there was no tomorrow. His buddy Kissinger didn't want to miss out on the action, so he got behind Azure Angel and pulled his pants down. God, it was a pathetic six incher which probably explains why these two were such losers. I'm not sure Angel even felt it when he jammed his cock into her cunt and began to fuck her. They were enthusiastic if not terribly talented and went at her for several minutes while some of the customers in the store took out their phones and took pictures and video. I must admit that I was tempted to join them as it was downright mesmerizing to watch her huge jugs bounce and sway as she got fucked in both ends at the same time. Finally though, Nixon pulls out of her gasping mouth and shoots a huge sticky load over Angel's face. At least he did a proper job of that, as there were huge globs of his spunk coating her face and dripping off her chin. I know some of the customers got good close-ups of that because I saw some of them later posted on social media before the companies got around to taking them down. When it comes to the Delta City heroines, those companies always leave them up for as long as they can get away with it, since that drives up user engagement on the platforms. Kissinger was still ploughing the heroine from behind, so Nixon made her lick and suck his cock clean while that was going on. With a final grunt, Kissinger buried his dick as deep as it would go in the Asian heroine and cream pied her pussy. About then there was the sound of the Delta City PD siren getting closer as I guess the boys in blue finally finished their donuts and decided to answer the silent alarm. The two robbers started to panic. Kissinger pulled his cock out of Azure Angel and a river of cum started to trickle out and puddle on the dirty floor. He pulled up his pants and they made it to the door just in time to meet the two cops coming in with guns drawn. They wasted no time in surrendering, so like I said they weren't very bright. One of the cops, they were both guys, led the crooks out to their car while the other thanked Azure Angel for what a great job she did delaying them. I think he was trying to be sarcastic, but I'm not sure she got that since she looked rather pleased with herself. The cops took off and I thought that was the end of the show, but not quite. Azure Angel's costume was ripped to shreds, so all she had left on were her boots and mask. She asked the clerk who looked like he was still in high school if he had anything she could cover up with since she didn't want to go out into the night naked. He had one of those silver emergency blankets for sale, but she didn't have any money on her. I could see the guy's brain working overtime at this and he said he would pay for it himself if she gave him a blowjob. None of the other customers were going to offer her anything, so the heroine reluctantly agreed. She got behind the counter and took the kid's cock out and began to suck on it while everyone else lined up at the till to pay for their stuff and get a bit of a show. I hung back to the end to pay for my coffee which I had grabbed a refill without anyone noticing and as I was paying for it, there was a gulping sound and I could see he was shooting his load in Angel's mouth. A little bit of white goo spilled out the corners of her mouth, but her tongue licked that up. Azure Angel then took the blanket, wrapped it around her body and staggered out of the store. A few seconds later when I exited, there was already no sign of her. It wasn't long after this when I was driving by the Melons night club and three chicks came running out madly and jumped in my back seat. One of them was black and the other two were white, a blonde and a brunette, all dressed in some kind of cat themed outfits. The black one told me to "floor it" and unless a customer tells me to do something really dumb, I tend to listen since that normally gets better tips. In retrospect, maybe I should have been a little suspicious because of the outfits, how much of a hurry they were in and the bag of cash they were carrying. As I drove, I thought maybe the black woman looked a bit familiar and that maybe I had seen her in the papers or on the television. I dimly remembered there was some cat themed villainess, but damned if I could remember her name. I was pretty sure Cat Woman was Batman's squeeze and this wasn't her unless she was being tasteless and wearing black face. Of course I also had a dim memory of Halle Berry playing Cat Woman in a movie, so I guess I couldn't rule it out entirely. I tried on Cheetah for size, but that didn't seem to fit either. To try and refresh my memory, I was peeking at the trio in the back seat and I almost crashed my cab at what I saw. The black babe was sitting in the middle and had her costume un done so her huge round brown tits were hanging out, the black nipples fully erect. That wasn't what almost caused the accident though. That honour goes to the huge black cock that was sticking up out of her groin. I was sure at first glance that it had to be fake. I have looked at a few of those futanari videos on the Internet where girls have fake cocks that they pretend to jerk off and even suck on. Those are, I have to admit, kind of hot, but I know they are fake. The more I looked at this huge black monster, the more I realized it was real. It was just too detailed with those huge veins throbbing on the underside of it and a clear liquid dripping from the tip in large quantities so it leaked down the shaft and made it all shiny. "Fuck, a robbery always makes me super horny," said the black chick as she stroked her cock. "Now, which one of you bitches is going to suck it, or do I have to do everything myself?" "Me first! The two white girls squealed at the same time and tried to get their mouths over the dribbling head. It was the blonde who was a little faster and I saw her lips stretch to fit the huge bulbous head into her mouth. "It's no fair Pantheris," she always gets to go first, pouted the brunette. Pantheris, oh right, that was the black woman's name. I think I had seen and heard about her fucking the blonde heroine who dressed in green with fishnets …Green Ghost maybe. Nah, that was some stupid board game from the 1970s that I saw a video about on YouTube. I really should pay attention more to the names of these heroines since they pop up around town all the time. I swear the over -under on seeing one in a night shift is something like 3.5. "It's ok Puss," moaned Pantheris, "you know I can cum as many times as I want, so there will still be lots for you." Well that blonde seemed determined though to get the first taste as her mouth went up and down that huge ebony rod with all the skill and talent you see in some porn bimbo. I guess being a henchman, er henchbabe to Pantheris has some perks. It is a bit hard to judge sizes when looking in a rearview mirror and trying not to crash your cab, but I figured that black shecock was probably as long as the two pathetic store robbers put together. Not that this seemed to be hampering the blonde much as she was getting the entire thick length down her throat. Pantheris was just sitting back, moaning and running her hands through the blonde hair. The lewd, wet sounds of a good deep blowjob filled up the cab for another few minutes and then with a scream, Pantheris grabbed the back of the blonde's head and held her firmly in place as she came. I have read a few erotic fiction stories and often they say how the guy came a gallon which of course is nonsense as that would probably dehydrate you instantly and in reality the average guy only shoots a few tablespoons. Whatever freaky thing had given Pantheris that huge cock between her legs though seemed to also allow her to literally do the gallon thing from the way the blonde gulped and swallowed cum for a good couple of minutes. I have to give her credit, because she didn't spill a drop which was nice since cleaning up cum stains from the seats is a pain. While all this oral work was going down if you pardon the pun, I was just driving around randomly since other than being told to "floor it", nobody had bothered to give me a destination as they had become otherwise involved. I guess crime makes you horny? Somebody must have seen the trio get into my cab and got the plate, because as I came around a corner, there were two figures blocking my way. One was dressed in a red, white and blue star spangled bikini with a golden belt around those large hips of hers. The other was a blonde teen with pigtails in a similar outfit. Well, I didn't want to get any more dents in my cab than it already had, so I hit the brakes and stopped a few feet in front of them. "Why the fuck are we stopping?" asked Pantheris, who had her eyes closed as she was letting the brunette have her promised turn at sucking her massive black schlong. "Sorry ma'am," I said in my politest voice, still thinking about a good tip, "but there seems to be a couple of superheroines blocking our way. I think they want to talk to you." "Who the fuck are they?" asked Pantheris, still not opening her eyes. "Um, I think she's called Captain America," I replied, "not sure about the blonde with her, probably her sidekick." "Captain America?" said Pantheris in a puzzled voice. "He's a guy not a girl, and I think he only exists in comics and movies, or at least he has never showed his tight ass in Delta City before. What's the name of his sidekick?" she asked, snapping her fingers. "Oh yeah, it's Fucky or something like that. He's kind of cute too." "Um, the one with the heroine has got tits," I said, " so unless he's gender fluid, that isn't him." "Oh for fuck's sake," complained Pantheris as she finally opened her eyes. "Can't a girl get a blowjob in peace anymore? Oh that's Ms. Americana and Flag Girl," she said focusing on the two heroines who still stood with their arms crossed over their ample chests glaring in through the front windshield at us. "Ask the bitches what they want," ordered Pantheris as she shoved the brunette's head down all the way onto her cock and began thrusting her hips to fuck her face. I sighed and rolled down my window and stuck my head out, "my customer wants to know what you want." Ms. Americana rolled her eyes at this which I thought was a little impolite since this whole mess wasn't my fault. "She robbed the Melons night club and we've come to take her to jail." I turned back to Pantheris and began, "she said …," "I heard what the bitch said," snapped Pantheris. "Tell her to not get her panties in a knot. I just need to let Boots here finish what she's doing and then I'll deal with her. Like I said, I have lots of cum to go around." "Er, I'm Boots," said the blonde. "You always get the names mixed up Mistress." "Whatever," moaned Pantheris and she just kept thrusting her cock in and out of what I took to be Puss's throat. I stuck my head out the window again and called to the heroines, "my customer says she will be with you in a minute once she finishes what she is doing." "We can see clearly what she is doing," snapped Ms. Americana. "It is totally gross and disgusting." "Yeah, what she said," added Flag Girl, whose eyes were riveted to Puss's bobbing mouth and the huge black shecock violating it. I heard the sound of someone gargling cum from the backseat a minute or so later and glancing back saw Puss had got her load of cream. "Ok, let's see about these super bitches," said Pantheris with a put upon sigh as she and the pair of cum guzzlers got out of the back seat. Pantheris's cock was still hard and she hadn't bothered to try putting it away as she moved to the front of the cab and stood there stroking her cock. "Why don't we just cut out the stupid fighting and get down to the part where you two suck my cock and get your brains fucked out?" "You …you are a disgusting slut," cried Ms. Americana, stammering a bit in her anger, but I noticed she had a lot of trouble taking her eyes off Pantheris's cock as the villainess jerked it. "You run around the city in those skimpy little costumes and you call me a slut?" sneered Pantheris. "Fuck, those big boobs of yours are almost falling out of your tops and damn they look good. There is nothing like a nice set of tits to make me really horny. Now, just stand there like a couple of living centerfolds and mama will glaze those puppies." "You wouldn't dare!" snarled Ms. Americana. "Oh, I sure would dare," laughed Pantheris as her stroking became faster and faster. "Fuck, what two wonderful sets of hooters you two have. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" With no more warning than that, Pantheris began to cum for the third time. She was a good six feet away from Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, but her first blast of cum splattered square between Ms. Americana's barely covered tits. It was a thick, white glob that slowly began to trickled down into her cleavage as the dark haired heroine just stood there, frozen in shock. "Your turn blondie," moaned Pantheris as she sent a second blast at Flag Girl, but her aim was off a bit and it hit the teen heroine across the nose and mouth. "oops, a little high," smirked Pantheris as she corrected the range and shot her third blast square on Flag Girl's soft, round melons. The two heroines must have been too shocked at this to notice Puss and Boots coming up behind them with what I later took to be chloroform soaked rags. Beats the hell out of me where they got those from. Maybe that's the kind of things henchbabes keep in their utility belts or something. Well the two heroines bucked and struggled, but in just a few seconds, they were down on their knees and looking pretty out of it. "Strip them and put them on the hood of the cab," ordered Pantheris and Puss and Boots hurried to obey. I thought of saying something, but my meter was running and I hadn't been paid yet. Ok, you say I should have done something, but there was three of them and one of me and they had just taken out a couple of superheroes, so what is a plain old taxi driver to do about it? I decided the best thing was just to stay out of it, so I watched as the pair of heroines were draped face down on the hood of my cab right in front of me with their huge tits plastered against the warm metal and their bare asses high in the air. Pantheris walked behind them and gave each of those asses a ringing slap that sent those soft pillows jiggling. "Hmm, what do I feel like first, MILF or teen cunt?" she said humming to herself. "I normally start with the MILF, but this time I feel like robbing the cradle," and with that, she slammed her huge black cock into Flag Girl's twat. The blonde was staring right at me in a sort of unfocussed way thanks to the chloroform, but when Pantheris rammed her cock in, the teen gave a squeal and her eyes went huge. The sound she made as she was impaled, made Pantheris laugh and the black woman began to drive her cock in and out of the helpless teen with increasing ferocity. I was sure she was going to keep going until she came in Flag Girl's pussy, but after a few dozen strokes, she broke off and moved over to Ms. Americana and slid her cock home into her. Pantheris alternated pussies like this a few times as if trying to make up her mind which one she preferred best. "It's a shame to have those sexy mouths of yours unused," said Pantheris abruptly after her third or fourth round with each heroine. "Puss and Boots, you are needed here." The next thing I know, the blonde and the brunette were sitting with their backs against the windshield with their legs spread and pushing a heroine's face down into their soaking cunts. I could see the two heroines trying to resist, but after a few seconds, they began to use their lips and tongues to eat out the two henchbabes as Pantheris continued to switch between them. Maybe because she started with her first, Pantheris came first in Flag Girl, flooding the teen pussy with her seed. From where I was sitting, I could see a stream of cum rolling out of Flag Girl's pussy and trickling down the hood of my cab. Damn, I hope the car polish I use is cum proof. Pantheris then went back to work on Ms. Americana's snatch, banging her for another good ten minutes until she filled up the senior heroine with her sperm. Both Puss and Boots had cum at least once by this time thanks to the talented tongues of the dynamic duo , so when the heroines slid down the hood of the cab to collapse on the street, I could see their faces were soaked with the henchbabes' pussy juices. Pantheris walked back to the cab, her cock still hard and bobbing up and down as she walked. She paused by my window and offered it to me. "Want to see what a heroine pussy tastes like?" she asked. Well just to be polite, I stuck out my tongue and ran it around the head of her cock. "Not bad," I admitted and Pantheris laughed. "Lick it clean and I'll give you a real good tip," she promised me. I am sure you are thinking that if you were in my position, you would have indignantly refused, but I sure could use a healthy tip with my rent coming due. So, I opened my mouth and took the huge head in my mouth and licked it all over with my tongue. Pantheris leaned her hands on the top of the cap and started thrusting her cock into my mouth through the window as I kept cleaning her cum and the heroine's cunt juices from it. After a bit of this, the black woman pulled her cock out of my gasping mouth and told me to use my tongue on her balls and the base of her cock to get it all nice and clean which I did. Yeah, it was kind of humiliating, but I did mention the rent was coming due right? The heroines were starting to stir, so Pantheris decided she was cleaned up enough and finally put her cock away and climbed back into the cab along with Puss and Boots. She gave me an address which turned out to be an old warehouse near the docks and I carefully backed up and drove around Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. When we got to the address, Pantheris climbed out and tossed a couple hundred bucks in twenties into the front seat. "Here's for your good service," she snickered and the trio vanished into the building. I had driven a block away and was looking back in my mirror when I saw two flashes of red, white and blue arrive at the warehouse. I guess heroines recover quickly and had followed us which saved me the trouble of phoning in an anonymous tip about the address to the cops. Maybe you believe me about that and maybe you don't, but I don't give a fuck what you believe. Anyway, I decided it was best not to hang around as they might want the couple hundred bucks back as evidence or whatever. Thus I wasn't around for the rematch, but next day on the news I listened to Tonya O'Donnell talk about how Ms. Americana and Flag Girl had captured Pantheris and her henchbabes after their robbery of the Melons nightclub. The report said that the police wanted to talk to the cab driver who had been the getaway driver to see if she was involved in the heist or not. They gave out the license plate number, but I have a whole stack of plates that I bought on the dark web in my trunk and a new one was already in place, so I wasn't too worried. As a bonus, I had the video from my dash camera showing all the action that took place on the hood. Yeah, you're right, it was not very ethical of me to keep that video of what was a sexual assault, so I did erase it after I came for the third time watching it. I know I should try and be a better person, but it's hard doing that when you are poor in Delta City and you have to take your entertainment where and when you can get it. I'm sure Dr. Fakir will have something to say about that at my next session, assuming the good doctor isn't an AI that isn't scraping my responses to help in its training. As it is, I was paid back for my lack of morals, because by the time I was done jilling off, I only got an hour of sleep before the kids in the apartment above me woke up and started running around like a herd of fucking elephants. Maybe I will get more sleep tomorrow, or is that today now? Well, that's it for this blog entry. I don't know if writing it helped much, so I may or may not continue this blog. The End