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STORY PREVIEW: Dirty Cabbie w/h Emma Louise Jones
Please enjoy a preview of my latest piece of erotic fan fiction. A story featuring UK television presenter and radio host, Emma Louise Jones. The full version of this story is available now for my $10+ Supporters. Thanks for reading!
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WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the presenters, channels, people, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own Emma Louise Jones or any other presenter, person or their likeness.
Starring: Emma Louise Jones (UK Television presenter)
Dirty Cabbie: Emma Louise Jones
An erotic fan-fiction story.
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WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the presenters, channels, people, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own Emma Louise Jones or any other presenter, person or their likeness.
Starring: Emma Louise Jones (UK Television presenter)
Dirty Cabbie: Emma Louise Jones
An erotic fan-fiction story.
by DaxG2001 ([email protected])
Codes: Cons, MF, oral.
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“Corr blimey! Talk about playin’ two up front!” Graham chuckled to himself in this thick English accent as he saw the very pleasing to the eye figure walking towards his cab as he was parked outside of the stadium. “A gorgeous long haired blonde woman, packing in an hourglass figure into a tight blue dress that more than showed off deep cleavage from her huge, rounded tits. Winding down the window as the female with her handbag approached. “Orr right love! You Miss Jones?” He leaned out, wearing a flat cap-style hat and dressed in comfortable dark pants and a sleeved shirt. Seeing her confirm she’d booked him as she nodded with a smile. “Hope right in then. Let’s get out out of the cold before you start freezin’!” He chuckled as he leaned back in. Pressing the button to open up the back door as she stepped in to take a seat. The window wound back up as he started up the taxi.
“Oh trust me, I’m used to a bit of chill at the stadiums!” Emma Louise Jones, the rising star of sports television presenting in the UK said as she clicked her seatbelt into place. “Wish I’d brought a bloody jacket though!” She laughed as the beauty who has worked with the BBC, Premier Sports and many others sat back in the seats.
“Too right! Right chill than usual tonight…” Graham said, tapping in the route. “Takin’ you to the hotel then shall I?”
“Yes, please. Wrapped up the filming so I could do with some good sleep after the match.” Emma confirmed with a nod.
“Right you are love! Be there in no time.” He said, a glance with the rear view mirror to check on her before he pulled the car away from the stadium to start to drive off.
“So, you a presenter then, eh love?” Graham started up some conversation as he headed into town.
“Yeah! I work for Leeds United’s TV channel, and their socials and all that.” Emma stated with a smile. “I’ve got other gigs too… Radio and all that.”
“Corr blimey, didn’t know I had a celeb in me cab today! I would have dressed up!” He joked, drawing a laugh from the blonde.
“Oh stop! It’s bad enough when the tabloids use my pics to drag out a story when there isn’t one.” Jones replied.
“Oh I bet, love… Seein’ you in that outfit? I reckon a good few blokes were havin’ a hard time focusin’ on the match.” He said cheekily as he sneaked in another glance back at her with his mirrors.
“Oi! Easy there, mate.” Emma smirked. “Eyes on the road and not on me.” She teased, but didn’t sound completely offended by his remark.
“I know, love, I know…” He chuckled for a moment. “You’ve already got me bang to rights tellin’ me you’re a presenter. Dressed and lookin’ like that I figured you were one of those WAGs or the like from one of the players.”
“I’d take that as a compliment… But I’m a lot more than just a pretty face and a dress.” Jones stated as she brushed her hair back.
“Heh, too right about that love.” He said again with a shameless smile.
“Oi! I see that smirk, mate! What’s that all about?” She raised an eyebrow, picking up on the tone of his voice.
“Well love… I might be an older geezer and not on the same bracket as your bloke? But checkin’ you out? I’d definitely be ready to tackle you in the box when you’re playing two up front like that!” He bluntly said followed by another laugh as he tested his luck.
“Oh my God! You’re worse than the bloody replies on my socials!” Emma laughed even as her eyes were wide at his remarks.
“It’s the truth love! A game lookin’ bird like you getting’ fellahs droolin’ at the mouth? You bloody well know what you’re doin’, and you’re doin’ it real well.” He stated the obvious.
“Well, it’s true that I’m no newcomer to this all… Doesn’t give you the right to be staring at me like my dress fell open.” She scolds him as she crossed a long, smooth leg over the other. “Besides…” She starts to smirk, looking at the rear mirror to wait for him to try and sneak another look at her. “I don’t think you’d be able to handle me. Not like my ‘bloke’ can at least.” She teased. Making it sound like she was implying she might not even have a boyfriend right now.
“Sounds like that’s a challenge to me, love!” Graham said with a grin as he caught her eyes for a moment before locking back onto the road ahead. “And to that I say darlin’ that I might be no spring chicken, but this old dog has got plenty of tricks up his sleeve. I can tidy a bone right away if you catch my drift.” He boldly said.
“Oh, like I’ve not heard that before.” Emma flatly said, still looking like she wasn’t convinced yet even as she didn’t object to the rather sexist remarks he’s been levelling at her.
“Hmmmm… Tell you what then, love…” He said, keeping the cab driving. “Give me like a few minutes of your time. If I ain’t impressin’ you by then? The ride’s free.” He said, floating what was clearly an indecent proposal to the blonde bombshell.
“A few minutes? Yeah sounds like a couple exes.” Emma joked. “And if I am impressed?” She teased back.
“Well, trust me love, we’ll see what happens but I ain’t had any complaints from any bird yet about me.” He confidently stated. “Just never in the back of me cab like this.” He added with another snigger.
“You’re a right cheeky bugger, aren’t you?” Emma shook her head a bit. “But if you’re willing to take a hit and miss a fare? Then I’m game… Let’s see if you can back up with that bloody cocky mouth of yours has been saying.” She said to take up the bet of sorts.
“Love, I could bloody tell you were a game one…” He grinned, reaching forward to pause the cab fare meter. A quick change of route on his phone on the dashboard as he switched routes. A few minutes drive all that was needed as Emma watched the car pull into a side alleyway. Down a bit to behind a warehouse lot in a secluded space. “Me usual spot for chompin’ down me lunch.” He casually explained as he turned off the engine and unclipped his safety belt.
“Bet you’re sharing it with the rats, huh?” Emma joked as she unclipped her belt. Watching as the taxi driver stepped out from the driver’s seat to quickly go around and enter into the back.
“Only rat is the one you’re glarin’ at, toots!” Graham smirked as he closed the door. “Right then… Hope you’re countin’ the minutes then.” He said as he moved to sit down next to her. Reaching for his belt to loosen it and start to shove down his trousers.
