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when the taxi finally pulls up to the curb he lets out an audible sigh and attempts to fix his clothes to look somewhat presentable. the pressure in his abdomen gets worse as he walks to the car causing his whole body to go weak. his brain is a little fuzzy, working overtime to make himself appear normal while also struggling to fight against the intense need to pee and the slight arousal it causes him. he feels hot all over, biting his lip as he reaches for the door. he's embarrassed as he climbs into the car, putting his briefcase over his crotch to cover up the bulge in his pants. why does needing to pee so badly feel so good?
"where to?" he perks up at the sweet voice, blushing deep red when the taxi driver turns around to face him with a slight smile on her face.
"uh-uhm..." he stutters, tilting his head to look out the window and biting his lip profusely. he's trying his best to hold it in, doesn't want to piss himself in the taxi drivers expensive looking car, but at the same time he keeps imagining how good it'd be to let go and release - the warmth of his piss deliciously uncomfortable as he soaks his pants through and through.
"are you okay sir?" she asks, voice laced with concern but ever so sweet and it makes him keen. he squeezes his legs together tightly, using the briefcase to cover himself and shrinking lower into the seat to make himself seem as small as possible. "sir? sir where to?" their voice has just a smidge of annoyance in it but it's still so sweet, so good, so pretty that he feels butterflies press against his abdomen and he nearly whimpers - biting the inside of his cheek to suppress the moan at the back of his throat. he fidgets with the buckles on the briefcase to keep his mind off of the butterflies in his stomach and the harsh pressure on his bladder and the raging bulge in his pants.
"twenty-third ave and lexington" he eventually stutters out, trying to get the seatbelt on and across him but failing. it's jammed and the more he tugs the more it slides back into the little slot and the more frantic he gets. "t-the apartments there." he lets out a high whine from the back of his throat, frustrated and damn near ready to give up when the taxi driver unbuckles her seatbelt and leans over the center console to reach over and help him. as she leans over he gets the perfect view of her breasts pushed up and together in her shirt, low cleavage exposing the fact that they're nearly spilling out of her lacy bra. instantly perverted thoughts fill his mind; thoughts of groping them, sucking on them...peeing on them.
a lump forms in his throat and he blushes profusely, face turning beat red when she moves the briefcase out of the way to lock the seatbelt in place. her movements pause briefly and embarrassment mixed with shame spread throughout him. he glances at his prominent bulge, a low whimper leaning his lips. there's no way she didn't notice, and to top it all off there's a small, round pee spot on his crotch.
"no problem, sir." she sounds different, punctuating the last word with a knowing lilt. there's the chance that it's all in his head and he's involving the taxi driver in his lewd fantasies for the sole fact that her tits are pretty and he wants to pee on them, however, he can't help but feel even more embarrassed. he scrambles to cover his crotch with the briefcase when she hits a pothole pulling away from the curb. an embarrassingly loud moan escapes his lips. wether or not it was an accident it causes him to jump, a jolt of sharp pleasure runs through him as pressure on his abdomen increased, causing the wet spot on his pants to grow significantly larger. the small release satiates him enough but he wants more, won't feel good until he's completely empty.
"are you okay?" she asks, voice dripping with honey. at first he doesn't say anything, just clutches the side of the car door and the briefcase and ignores her. instead, he hangs his head shamefully as he grinds up against the hard leather of the briefcase for release. he's calculated, only letting enough piss out to satiate him but not completely satisfy him or soil her car. "sir?" he lets out a whimper, throwing the briefcase to the side and palming his dick fervently. "sir?!" she looks at him through the rear view mirror. he's too caught up in the feeling to care, his shame, embarrassment and her disgust only fueling the desperate need to pee and he whimpers—loud and high pitched.
"hnnn- f-fuck." he whines, rolling his hips at an angle that causes him to let out a little more pee than he would like.
"oh for fucks sake!" she exclaims, pulling over and taking off her seatbelt to look at him fully. "what the hell are you-" he cuts her off with a moan, eyes clouded with lust and his mind so hazy with arousal that the situation only turns him on even more.
"i can't- i-i n-need to pee," he whimpers, palming the growing wet spot on the front of his suit pants. the taxi driver looks at him with shock, probably because of a business man in such a deplorable situation— but something glimmers in her eyes, a spark of lust and he knows shes. intrigued.
"get out," she says with a soft voice.
"what?"
"well i don't want you making more of a mess in my car," she says, unlocking the car door and walking over to his side. he's scrambling to grab his things but she takes them from him, throwing them back in the car. "no silly. i meant just you." she kisses him gently and with tongue, exploring the warm cavern of his mouth and running her hands all over him, slender fingers ghosting over his wet bulge. she presses herself against him as hard as she can, moaning into his mouth as she rubs him through his pants and giggling at the brief sensation of warmth dancing across her fingers.
"p-people are looking!" he says as she sinks to her knees, unbuckling his belt, pulling his bottoms down and exposing his hard cock flushed a deep pink at the tip.
"let them," she says, smirking as she licks the tip of his cock and running her tongue across the slit.
"ah, wait!" he exclaims, bucking into her mouth. the warmth around his cock, the pressure in his abdomen, and the fact that they're in public makes things worse. for one people are looking and definitely judging. he feels ashamed and dirty for loving it so much but at the same time it feels too good for him to even care. all he can think about is pissing in her mouth and on her breasts - "fuck, please" he whimpers, finding purchase in her hair and shoulders as he grips onto her for support, leaning against the side of the car to keep his shaky, jell-o like knees from collapsing. her tongue is so good, deft around his tip. she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard. his vision goes white. "i'm gonna-" before he can even say anything she's pressing on his abdomen so hard he gushes, releasing everything right then and there. he uses a hand to aim, moaning loudly as his piss hits the back of her throat and coats her tongue and lips. he sprays it on her tits, watching her shirt become soaked with his liquid gold. he pees for what seems like forever, and when done she makes show of letting some drool out of her mouth mixed with her spit. she swallows some, rubbing her mouth on the back of her hand before taking him into her mouth again.
she sucks him off good, so good that he comes twice and she swallows. all of it. by the time he gets back in the car he's spent, uncomfortable due to his cold, wet pants and light headed from immense pleasure. they don't talk for the rest of the ride, but she does ask for his number when they arrive to his destination, and he doesn’t hesitate to punch the numbers into her phone.
hesitantly he says “c-call me,” to which she winks and he flushes heavily as he gets out of the car.