Chapter 1: Annie Bradford & Mal Content

Annie Bradford, a highly respected College Dean from Minneapolis, Minnesota, was visiting some colleagues at Emory University in Atlanta in hope of enticing one of them to accept a position at her university. Annie was a very young 40 and divorced with no children. Her husband had left her for a younger woman 4 years before and, heart broken, she'd thrown herself into her work.

We meet her while as she's just finished watching a porno movie in her hotel room and she's horny and almost desperate for sex, not having had a sexual partner for almost eleven months. She almost never masturbated, and had used all her will power to refrain from doing so during the movie. Now, prowling the room like a jungle cat, she realized she had to get out before jilling herself to sleep.

Annie left her hotel in the Buckhead section of Atlanta and hailed a cab. As the cab slowed to a stop Annie had the door open and was getting inside before it had rolled to a complete stop.

"Christ I haven't felt this horny in years," she thought after mentally raping the young doorman as he signaled for the nearest taxi in the waiting line to pull up.

Once inside the cab Annie glanced at the driver and caught him checking her out in the rearview mirror.

Glancing at his license she noted his name was Mal Content and Annie wondered if it had a somewhat different pronunciation than that she had given it.

"Driver, I'm curious. How do you pronounce your last name?"

"Content, as in satisfied with one's lot." He said, and then glanced over his shoulder for another look at his passenger.

Annie, not used to this type scrutiny, squirmed around in the back seat, providing Mal with a wonderful view of her legs as her dress worked its way up her legs.

"He called out to her, his eyes watching her in the mirror, and asked the time honored question, "Where to, lady?"

She didn't respond, instead she met his gray eyes in the mirror and made her decision.

"Have you driven a cab for a while?"

"Seven years now, six days a week, 'cept for vacation and some holidays."

"Then... can you take me someplace sexy?"

"Sure I can," he replied, meeting her eyes in the rear-view mirror instead of looking away as she thought he would.

"How so?" Annie asked, as a demur smile flitted across her lips. 'He probably could, ' she said to herself.

"Now that depends."

"On what... I'll be generous with my tip... ?"

The driver remained silent, thinking about the possibility of the city sending a woman out to entrap him in some rule violation and get him suspended for a week or two.

It dawned on Annie that his silence bore a meaning and she realized her mistake.

"Oh, should I tell you what I'm looking for?"

"It would help."

She decided that having gone this far she might as well be totally honest with him and said bluntly, "Anyplace you know of I can watch someone having sex?"

Mal laughed.

Embarrassed to a degree, Annie haughtily asked, "What's so funny?"

"Well," he said as he stopped for a red light, "we could find what you're looking for right here. I mean in the cab."

A tingle shot from her groin to her nipples and back again.

"Um, I said I wanted to watch."

Mal laughed again, then said, "So I'll jerk off for you, how's that?"

Then it was Annie's turn to laugh.

"You've got a very nice laugh, lady, very nice. Um, so what about my offer?"

"How much?" Annie asked her voice sober, but bearing a revealing quiver.

"For you lady, no charge. But if you don't mind. I'll let the meter run; you know, just to keep the company happy."

She laughed again and replied, "All right, but not right here."

"Oh, sure, right, I understand." His voice had grown husky in tone and Annie found herself growing excited as he continued on. "Got just the place where we won't be bothered by anyone."

He drove for another five minutes, taking turn after turn as they weaved their way into a heavily industrial section of Atlanta. To Annie it appeared deserted, for not a building they passed had a single light on.

Mal turned right and drove through the entrance of what had to be a moderately large manufacturing plant and parked in its lot far away from the main entry.

"Here?" Annie asked apprehensively.

"Yeah, it's perfect. This place don't have any them cameras panning the area; and they're too cheap to hire a night watchman. I know, my brother-in-law was the last one they had and they fired him four months ago."

A moment later he joined her in back seat.

Revealing her apprehension to him, Annie said tersely, "If you touch me I'll file rape charges against you; you know that don't you?"

Raising his hands defensively, Mal quickly came back with, "Hey, lady, alright, I won't touch you." And then he repeated his words with added emphasis, "I won't touch you."

Seeing Annie relax somewhat, Mal threw in, "But you can touch me if you want."

"Understood, now show it to me," she hissed.

Mal thrust his groin at her and slowly pulled downward on the zipper.

Annie licked her lower lip in anticipation. She hoped he had something in there of consequence and not a little doodle like the one Casmir, her last lover had had.

Suddenly her eyes widened as Mal's eight inches slithered forth. "It's impressive," she said, noting that it curved like a banana, leaning to the right.

"Thanks, want to touch?"

"No. Not right now." She licked her lower lip again and felt herself growing wet at her crotch.

My name's Mal," he said. "Mal Content, and that's for real, my father had a weird sense of humor."

"Has it cost you much grief?" she asked as he paused to shed his pants and then his shorts.

"Every fuckin' day of my life," He said halting his undressing for a moment. "But if you remember that Johnny Cash song called "A Boy Named Sue," then you'll see how I had some benefit as well. 'Cause I had to fight every mother fucking tough guy in school, and after that I had to waste most of my youth chasing after girls who wouldn't have any thing to do with me and just because of my name."

She wondered if he was going to strip completely, but he ended then, leaving his shirt, socks and shoes on.

Mal looked down at his manhood; then slowly stroked it. "Thought about changing it, too," he said lightly and captured Annie's attention to his words and away from his penis.

"Almost did, but Cathy changed my mind. We met in a bar and she invited me home. "Cause we fucked each others brains out, but that wasn't the big thing about Cathy. Nope, she was seeing this shrink and had gone on to read a lot of psychology; and she told me how to deal with my name. It helped me a lot."

He paused, seemingly not satisfied with something. Annie recoiled as he spat into his hand and then rubbed the saliva over the head, lubricating it and then began his masturbation.

When Mal stopped talking and concentrated on jerking off for her, Annie found herself

casually slipping off her shorts and then her underwear; kicking them against the door on Mal's side of the cab.

Annie followed by tugging her halter top off and tossing it onto her underwear without even glancing in that direction. Her eyes were fixed on Mal's growing erection and she was very pleased with herself for leaving the hotel.

Mal watched her intently as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floorboard in front of her. Her nipples, already hard, began to ache for attention and she unconsciously took one between her fingers and pulled on it.

Mal groaned and squeezed his cock hard, but maintained a controlled masturbatory stroke.

Annie twisted the nipple and hissed at the sensation it wrought. She felt her heart beating faster. She discovered that she had to concentrate on holding her breath. Then she had to deliberately focus on calming her nerves. Her hands were shaking badly from the pent up excitement. She could feel the warmth inside her spreading; the sudden realization of power that she held over him and he over her as he continued jerking himself off for her benefit.

Annie would have been stunned to know that Mal felt approximately the same about her. For he had no sooner exposed himself to her than she had begun to strip. Now she was totally nude, except perhaps if one considered her shoes; jilling herself off while watching him.

And so they watched one another. Mal slowed down considerably; for he intuitively knew she would want him one way or the other before they finished with each other. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she moved her hand lower; fingers spread as she felt the soft flatness of her tummy.

As for Annie, she could feel the heat inside her; the furnace fired by her desire. She felt the light fur of her pubis, the soft swell of her mons as she reached lower, desperately wanting to feel the need between her legs.

Mal spit onto the tip of his prick once again, then rubbed the moisture over the head and crown, then renewed his slow masturbation, pausing only to show this strange woman his testicles and demonstrated how he wanted her to touch them when her turn came.

In turn, Annie cupped her sex, feeling the wetness already starting; and then came the hard throb of her small clit as it pressed against her palm. She deftly moved her fingers in a small circle, around and around the soft foldsof flesh. Then closed her eyes and imagined his cock in her mouth, bringing her relief from the emptiness inside her.

Her breath was becoming ragged, uneven and the soft walls of the cab began to close in on her, tightening around her probing fingers, sucking at them as they moved quickly in and out, back and forth.

Her heart threatened to burst as it pumped hot blood through her body, filling her with a sudden lust to be embraced. She let out her breath in a long soft whoosh and suddenly focused on the all but forgotten cabbie.

Annie stared at him... then moaned as the rush of her orgasm swept through her.

Wise enough to halt what he was doing, Mal waited patiently for his passenger to come down from wherever she was and when she did, Annie wrapped both hands slowly around his rigid member, leaned down and kissed it where his precum oozed from the tip.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks and her nose all over the head, then murmured," I'd love to suck it, and I want to see if I can take it all. You can come in my mouth. I'll drink your come."

Mal nodded in agreement and a moment later Annie's warm, wet mouth was stretched around his cock head, sucking him with all the vigor she could muster.

He discovered as she fellated him that her breasts sagged a bit. But not much as they weren't very big, he estimated them as 34's, perhaps a B-cup. Taking them in his hands as she drew his full length down her throat, her gave them a not too gentle squeeze and heard her moan appreciatively.