Pussy's smell again!

I came back from work pretty late at night. It was quite cold outside. About zero Celsius is not a usual thing in London. Obviously there was a bunch of fellow riders sitting over there, chilling or rather warming up... Someone told a poor joke about cunnilingus and that, somehow, set L. off. He went on with his story: "I was twenty and I went to visit that girl of sixteen, at her place. There was a lot of licking and sucking going on... What I didn't know was that her father was at home too. At some point I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. To my surprise I stumbled upon her father there.
I was pretty startled. Not only I didn't expect anybody else to be at home, at all, but also as soon as he saw me, the father took a deep breath and stated: "It smells like a pussy here." I just finished eating his daughter's pussy about five minutes earlier, so I really expected him to punch me in the face, next thing. Nothing like that happened though. 'Have a cigarette!' He passed a fag to me and lighted it up for me too." L. face became very serious. "This is how I grew up." He said. "That explains everything!" He added and laughed out loudly.

Squirting

A fellow rickshaw rider told me that once, around Covent Garden, he saw two drunken women. One of them desperately needed to relieve her bladder. She went to a nearest doorway, put her pants down, squatted and started to pee. She was far too drunk though, for this kind of acrobatics. Suddenly she lost her balance and fell on her back. Nevertheless she couldn't stop peeing. So there she was: lying on her back with urine gushing from her pussy like a fountain.

Her friend was laughing so hard, that she nearly peed herself too.

Ying Yang

Some nights basically catch me by surprise. I can only watch and smile gently. It wasn't even a fullmoon...

I picked up a very drunk customer from Carnaby Street. First we haggled for a while. Then I lowered my price a bit and on we went. When we got to his hotel he paid me the price I initially named and said: "You know, my girlfriend is not very sensible. I really wish I could tell you more about it... She's MY girlfriend but she still thinks it's all right to dance with other guys. You know she plays those jealousy games. We broke up previously but then we came back together and now we decided to visit London. I just left. I didn't want to make a scene." I assured him that it was much better to go away rather than to do something really stupid, thanked a lot for a tip and pedalled off.

A bit later I saw a fellow rickshaw rider. "You know I tried really hard to avoid her. She wanted to chat with me on Facebook, a few times, but I kept disappearing until today. Guess what? She said she spent last two weeks in France to avoid English rainy weather... (not bad, huh?) ...and now she's off to Cuba and I told her! Finally I told her! I said... " - He was very excited. - "I said that to make enough money to come back to her I had to work in a car park! And in my country it's a very dangerous job! Some car thieves can just come and shoot you down on the spot... So I put my life to risk only to be treated like a dog! And I told her that now I don't expect anything from her anymore..."

Night went on. Streets got emptier. Stories got crazier. Suddenly some figure started to wave at me on Old Compton Street. "Man! Everybody is looking for you, man! Where have you been? Everybody is looking for you!" After a moment of puzzlement I recognised another fellow rider. He was clearly off that night and well boozed too. "Look!" He showed me a couple kissing passionately on a pavement near by. "I really hope she will give him some pleasure! I really hope so!" His expression saddened. "It's only me who always ends up alone... It's because I'm too polite with women. Women hate it! The more polite you get the more they laugh at you..." "Maybe I could get you anywhere?" "No thanks! I know exactly where I'm going, what I'm gonna drink and how long I'm gonna stay there..." We shook hands.

In a meantime one more fellow rider arrived. He smiled at me with satisfaction and said: "Something happened yesterday!" "Did you score or something?" "Man! It has been nearly a year! I could hardly remember what a pussy looked like..." "How did you meet her?" "It's a long story..." "Is she much elder than you?" "She is. Anyway it's just sex, you know..."

Pussy´s smell

A fellow rider told me about his three customers who wanted to go to a strip bar. Everything seemed to be all right, until they got outside that place. Two of them liked it and basically got in. The third one, though, shouted: "I can't smell pussy in here!", quickly mounted that rider's rickshaw and drove it right into a broken glass puncturing front tire. Desperate rider tried to get some help from other two guys and asked them to talk some sens into that geezer. By the time he got them out, from that bar's reception area the third nutter drove off and even flat tire wasn't able to stop him or slow him down too much... Seeing that, the rider, chased him hastily. The loony finally abandoned his tricycle and fled.

Hot cash

A rickshaw stopped in front of me. Two girls jumped off and started to run away without paying the rider. They split and one of them was silly enough to escape my way. I quickly got off my trike, grabbed the wench, lifted her up and carried back. She was very young and cute. The rider who brought them managed to stop the other one. She was a nasty butch dyke. "Let me go! I will pay!" - exclaimed my captive. I lowered her on the ground. She looked at me with admiration: "Wooooow! You are soooo strong!" The other one hearing this gave me a murderous look. "Come here!" The gal took me by my hand and started to push it down her panties. "What the hell are you doing?!!!" - I asked trying to set myself free and nervously looking around. "Oh K'mon!!! I said I was paying! Don't worry! Just put your hand down there..." - she said in such a straightforward manner that I basically followed her instructions. I touched her short cropped pubic her, reached deeper and right by her pussy I found a little wad of notes... "Have you got it? Now give it to me..." - said that Succubus. She paid the man and passed me her phone number, as well. Her lesbian companion was watching me with hate, dangerously close to explode...

Honest man

It was after 3am. I was hanging around Soho as usual. It was a weekday night and at that time everything was already very quiet. Too quiet. On Wardour St. I spotted a streetwalker talking to some guys. They exchanged a few words with her and went on. There were two of them. I approached them and asked if they looked for anything. They said that a nice place to have drink would do. After 3am nearly everything was already shut. I told them that and added that they got two options left over. A stripbar or that club on South Central St. - The Den. One of them, an American judging by his accent, started some peculiar talk about how a combination of tits, pussy and anus would successfully replace a woman as such. He declared he would like to create a sculpture like that. His friend, a posh English boyo, wasn´t too happy to pay an entrance fee to get into a stripclub. They just stood there yattering. Suddenly some guy looked through a widow on first floor of a building near by. Checked us out, waved and disappeared behind a curtain. "Hey dude!" - American wanted to socialise - "don´t go!" "Why does he leave the windows open anyway? It´s cold!" - He wondered loudly. I advised him to stop it before they start to throw things at us. Then some other guy approached. He said he was from ..., he was robbed, and he was a student, he presented some IDs and obviously asked for some spare change. They refused him politely. The gringo finally made up his mind. "K´mon!" he addressed his friend - "Let´s get on that thing and let´s see where it will take us!¨ Dandy reluctantly got on my trike and uttered:

"Now take us somewhere we can have fun and if you don´t we´ll beat shit out of you!" Very quickly I got off and faced him. "Ok! You better beat me now!" The American guy got pretty scared. "Let´s just get off!" - he said to the other. Boyo answered that he was joking. I told him not to talk to me like that. He apologised and then he added that he even used to ride "one of these things" once himself, for about half an hour.Finally we moved on. By Oxford Street they asked me how much was the lift. I said I wasn't charging them yet and asked which one of those two mentioned places they preferred. They chose The Den. On the way they went on how guilty they felt about me pedalling while they remained seated and how much they appreciated that. After a little while we got there. Boyo passed me a can of beer. I said I would prefer a fiver per person than a beer. He produced a tenner from his wallet, hesitated and said it was outrageous. I asked what he meant. He said he got an impression that the lift was for free and that me myself had said that. I asked him what was his occupation. He said he was a programmer. I inquired if he ever enjoyed doing his job for free. He answered that I was wasting his time. Some people gathered up around us watching the scene with curiosity. I told him he was a bloody cheat but nevertheless, I added, I wasn't desperate. If he thought it was all right then he should just fuck off. He started to walk off eagerly calling his American friend to follow. Now I must admit the other guy didn't like it. He wanted to pay me. Unfortunately he had only a fiver on him. He tried to give it to me. "Yeah! Take a fiver!" - agreed the tight programmer. I said that I wasn't asking for a change and offered him a free lift to a cashpoint. Finally he followed his dickhead friend. "Be careful! He will fuck you up as well, soon!" - I said to him. "I'm an honest man!" - protested the boyo loudly. Off they went.