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A relationship develops between a taxi driver and an air hostess who he regularly drives to the airport. During the trips, the taxi driver divulges details of his broken marriage and the air hostess, although initially offering sympathy, gradually comes to dominate the taxi driver, both emotionally and sexually. Eventually, the taxi driver submits himself totally and takes up residence in the house of the air hostess, where, along with her husband he settles into domestic bliss.

Extract from Clarissa:

‘Come on,’ she said a little impatiently. ‘Come round to the other side of the car.’ She opened her door and swung her legs out sideways. I went round to meet her and knelt down in front of her. I felt quite nervous. She stood up, then elegantly hitched up her skirt to the tops of her thighs revealing beautiful legs adorned with flesh coloured stockings. She sat back down, then raised a leg and put one foot in my lap. The dirt from her shoe left a mark on my trousers but this didn’t bother me, I was entranced. Her stockings were stretched high on her thighs and attached to a powder blue, lacy suspender belt. She was wearing matching, powder blue, lace panties through which I could see a quiff of dark hair covering a plump pussy. I knelt there, staring. I felt her foot push into my lap.

‘Come on, Benton, we haven’t got all day, change my stocking.’

I looked up into her face. She stared back at me and raised her eyebrows with amused contempt. She pointed to her thigh. ‘For God’s sake, Benton,’ she said, irritably. ‘Undo it here, take off my stocking and replace it with the new one.’

I hesitated.

She shouted, ‘Do it now!’

I moved quickly, disconcerted but also excited by the tone of her voice. I removed her shoe then fumbled with her suspender, my hands trembling a little.

She laughed. ‘No wonder your wife needed to be fucked by other men.’

The remark stung. I unclasped the stocking and pulled it from her leg as quickly as possible, trying to hide my excitement. I took a stocking from the packet, again fumbling, aware of her soft, pretty foot resting in my lap.

‘Be very careful when you put that on, Benton, I don’t want it laddered.’

I eased the stocking onto her foot and slowly rolled it up her leg, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh of her foot, her delicate ankle, the shapely calf and her fleshy thigh. I was in heaven. I couldn’t help it, I was highly aroused. Clarissa’s foot was resting between my legs. I knew she could feel my erection.

‘What’s this?’ She laughed, wiggling her toes on top of my cock. ‘It feels like a hard, little button!’

I concentrated on my work and succeeded, despite my shaking hands, to attach the stocking to her suspender belt, managing to brush my hand along the inside of her thigh in the process. It was milky white and gloriously soft and I felt the wispy caress of a stray pubic hair as it brushed against the back of my hand. ‘There,’ I said, ‘all finished.’ I began to put her shoe back on.

‘Thank you, Benton,’ said Clarissa when I’d finished. ‘Just stay there a moment.’ I remained kneeling. Clarissa raised her foot from my lap and rested the heel of her shoe on the edge of the seat, leaving her other foot resting on the ground. I could now see the fullness of her thighs and her panties were stretched tightly over her pussy.

‘I can see how uncomfortable you are, Benton. Take out your cock and finish yourself off.’

‘What, here? Don’t be ridiculous I’ll get arrested.’

She spoke very coldly. ‘Don’t ever speak to me like that again, do you understand?’

I nodded. I didn’t need telling. As soon as I’d spoken I knew I’d overstepped the mark. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘You’ve got a choice, Benton. Do as I say, or stand up, drive me to the airport and finish our relationship. I don’t mind, the choice is yours.’

But there was no choice. There was only one thing I could do. There was only one thing I wanted to do. I unzipped myself, took out my cock and began to masturbate. My eyes settled on Clarissa’s pussy and milky white thighs. I came after several strokes, spilling a small puddle of semen onto the ground. Clarissa laughed at the low grunts coming from my bowed and jerking frame. ‘Good boy,’ she said, ‘good boy,’ as though addressing a dog. I felt strangely liberated.

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