The Taxi Driver
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
Chapter 3: Madame Coralie
Madame Michelle signalled towards her companions and the plain blonde slid off her stool. You have already met Madame Coralie as your intended victim but did you know that she is also a top hospital anaesthetist and krav maga instructor?. I tried to rise but her sleek calve flexed as a strong force flowed through her foot pressing me back to the floor keeping me put. You are invited to attack and rape Madame Coralie. My mouth dropped open in shock at hearing such an outrageous suggestion. Are you crazy! I wouldn’t touch her with a bargepole. I tried again to push myself up, this time she didn’t try to stop me. And certainly not in front of an audience I pointed at the posh ladies sitting at their bistro tables. Hai! Madame Michelle’s leg kicked forwards at groin height like a lightning bolt stopping barely an inch from my balls. My heart leapt into my mouth at the sight of that dainty foot rushing towards me and breathed a sigh of relief as she lowered it back to the floor. If you succeed, you will go free with a million Euros for your troubles. My ears pricked up at that. Fail or refuse, Madame Coralie will beat you until you beg her to stop and willingly sign that confession, whereupon you will be handed over to the Gendarme. The oriental stepped back only for the leather-skirted booted vixen to take her place. I loved the way that her tight top stretched over her slender frame emphasising her big breasts with her nipples jutting out so much that I was uncertain whether she wore a bra. The short leather skirt moulded itself to her slim hips and the tops of her thighs reflecting the lights in the room. A shiny slinky magnet for the eyes.
I wear leather because I want to she stated with venom. It proclaims that I am a strong independent woman who is unafraid of looking sexy. Yes, sexy body but ghastly face. I hate men like you. Unable to see the real beauty of a woman within. Maybe my face betrayed my thoughts because her voice almost became a growl. Her hard brown eyes seemed to burrow into me making me uncomfortable so I looked away. You can’t even bring yourself to look at my face yet you lust over my body. Here let me give you some encouragement. To my astonishment, she took hold of her top and began to pull it off over her head. As it slid up the first thing that caught my eye was the sexy V line rising from the top of her skirt then the long inward tapering slopes from her hips to her slim waist. As more was revealed I gaped in surprise at her taut stomach with six sexy slabs lightly embossed upon it she had a six pack! I had never seen a woman with a six-pack before in real life and they looked really sexy on her slim lanky creamy white belly.
The top slid up to her neck and I stared in open desire at her chest. 34G and all natural so get over it she said curtly as a black lacy bra with pink bows and frills was exposed. Small low-cut cups with large erect nipples pushing out the fabric supported two sensational fully rounded orbs of pleasure that met in the middle in a curved X and a wonderful cleavage. ORRRRR! I couldn’t stop looking as they jiggled about while she removed the top then threw it on the floor. Rape me she snarled If you can she added with a cruel chuckle then leant forwards and gently swayed her sensational perfect breasts from side to side enticing me. ORRRRR it was tempting, she had an amazing body despite her looks and if there wasn’t an audience I probably would have. You know you want it she purred in a husky voice that caused a growth spurt in my groin. She stood up lifting the front of her leather skirt to reveal she wore nothing beneath her tan coloured pantyhose. Take a glimpse at paradise she purred as I stared at the very visible mounds beneath the gusset at the apex of her long legs. Spreading her legs, her hand stole to her crotch and stroked provocatively. No man gets in there without my invitation. A whole world of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams lies in there”. Oh Lord! The ugly bitch had my dick pounding, my heart racing and sweating like a dog in heat. ORRRR I could take it no more and stepped towards her.
Her eyes widened with excitement, her body preparing to fight. I remembered what she had done to me in the alley and how her self-defence techniques focussed on hitting with her elbows and kneeing me in the balls. I wasn’t going to let her do that again so as I rushed forwards I saw her raise her elbow ready to strike. Dropping low at the last moment keeping my head close to my shoulders I grabbed her around the waist as we collided pushing her down to the mats. No sooner was her back to the floor but before I had put out my hands to stop myself falling on top, her right leg was there between us kicking upwards. WHOMP! The sole of her boot hammered hard against my chest while her stiletto drove into my belly. Orrragh! I groaned in shock as my forward motion came to a shuddering jerk at the end of her long slim leg. I felt the leg beneath me give way slightly thinking it was my weight until an unexpected surge of leggy strength hurled me back upright. As quick as a snake, she placed one hand on the mat and swung her leg around low backwards. BAM! Her heel slammed into the back of my knee sweeping my legs from under me and sent me crashing to the mat on my back. No sooner I was down than she flipped over to her hands and knees facing away from me with a tantalising view up her short skirt. In a blink of an eye a long stretch of tan nylon streaked back towards my face. Yah! BLAM! the metal sole struck right beneath my chin into my throat. Kkkk! Kkk! my hands flew to my neck as my windpipe again closed tight. Yah! I barely caught sight of her long leg blasting back before the metal sole crashed into my jaw. BAM! The power of the blow was so strong that as her leg continued to straighten it lifted my head up and drove it back so fast my brains scrambled and my vision blurred out. BLAM! My back slammed into the mats and I tried to cling on desperately as everything whirled sickeningly around me and my vision greyed while fighting the light-headedness from overwhelming me and praying that she hadn’t crushed my windpipe.
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