Money solves so many problems
From Torg Adventure
You think you've got at least three and maybe five grand in the envelope. Even just a small fraction of that should solve many of your problems. Especially your current problem of showing Cindi your rust bucket. So, you walk to the curb and see a cab stand across the street. You put two fingers to your lips and blow a loud whistle. You laugh to see the cabbie startle violently and quickly start the cab and pull a U-turn in the middle of the street. He must have been napping.
You have all the girls get in the back and take the front seat yourself. "To the downtown Hilton, please." The cabbie puts it in gear and roars off.
You turn and look into the back seat. Cindi is behind the driver, while Kristin and your sister are making out next to her. She looks at you with some appreciation, you think because you're headed to an expensive hotel. You drive past your car and check the parking signs. You're safe till until Monday.
Now that you have some time, you look your new arrival over more carefully. Her hair is several different shades of blond, shoulder-length, and it looks silky smooth. Her face is heart-shaped with strong cheekbones and full pouty lips -- lips that would be great wrapped around your shaft. Her eyes are green or hazel, depending on the light. Her red dress leaves her shoulders and the tops of her breasts bare, and considerable breasts they are. Good Ds or DDs, depending on how much pushup her strapless bra gives her. She has a trim waist and flared hips. Her dress only covers the tops of her thighs, and as you look she spreads her knees apart to give you a look so you can confirm that she's not wearing panties. Her legs are miles long and sleek, her shoes have five-inch heels and all straps. Her complete look is drop dead gorgeous, heavy in the sex appeal department.
You look back up to see her smiling at you with a lusty fire in her eyes. "This seems like a cozy little party here, Max. Please don't take this the wrong way. I just like a certain amount of, well, a level of certainty in some areas. I'm not saying that you couldn't without, but, wouldn't you like to see how amazing it would be to supercharge things tonight?" You aren't sure what she means until she holds out her hand with a blue pill on it. You recognize it as Viagra.
The idea of super hard erections all night long is very enticing. "Cindi, I think it's a grand idea. Making sure that you're quite satisfied, perhaps even completely sated, is a goal I always have. I can see that keeping up with you will be a challenge. I appreciate your offer." You take the pill and pop it in your mouth, throwing your head back to swallow it dry.
Then you cough weakly because the pill is stuck halfway down. Without breaking her liplock on Lisa, Kristin hands you a bottle of water from her purse. You open it and drink half of it to make the pill go down. Cindi is chuckling at you. Then she gives you an even steamy look than before.
Then Kristin looks over at her and says, "Does the hottie wanna make out?"
Cindi looks over, without looking annoyed, and says, "I'd like to but he's in the front seat."
"That can be arranged," Kristin replies. "Hey, monster cabbie. Could you pull over for a second so we can rearrange bodies?"
"Sure," he says, "but why did you call me 'monster cabbie'."
"Because you have green skin and horns."
He laughs and pulls over. You have a quick Chinese Fire Drill. You end up in the middle of the back between Lisa and Cindi, with Kristin in the front. Almost immediately, Kristin reaches over to the cabbie's lap. He hasn't put the car in gear yet, so he doesn't complain. Cindi leans over and kisses you.
Her lips are divine with a slight cherry flavor. Her tongue entwines snakily with yours, exciting you. You lose yourself into the deep French kiss until you are startled a bit when you feel hands on your pants. A glance down shows Lisa unzipping you and pulling your johnson out.
"Oh, please let me," Cindi says as she lowers her head to your lap. Her mouth is warm and moist, and her tongue does even better on your cock than it did on your tongue. In the midst of the heaven of Cindi's mouth, Lisa turns your head and passionately kisses you. You also slip your hand between Cindi's thigh and chest to cup her breast through her dress. Her nipple is huge, and the moans she makes when you pinch it go straight through your cock and into your brain.
In a very short time, you are groaning into Lisa's mouth as you pump what feels like half a cup of jizz into Cindi's mouth and thus stomach. Cindi sits up, licking cum off her lips, and says, "Mmmm, I love the taste of pussy on cock. Your cum ain't bad either."
Just then, Kristin sits up from the cabbie's lap, wiping her mouth on her hand.
"Okay, let's go!" says the taxi driver with a jaunty tone to his voice. He puts the car in gear and drives off. The two girls cuddle you. Kristin crashes for the trip.
Soon you are pulling into the curved drive of the Hilton hotel. Everyone gets out and you hand the driver a twenty for a ten dollar fare.
"No, thank you, sir. I've been paid enough for this trip," he says with a big grin on his face.
"Think of it as a tip for your time. I insist."
"Okay, sir. Thank you, sir," he says as he takes the bill.
As he drives away, the girls all look at you with deep lust and appreciation for good tipping. You walk into the hotel with three gorgeous girls on your arms.
What next?
