It was a warm summer night in the Bronx. I had just come from playing Super Smash Bros at a friend’s house, and, due to being a poor high school student, decided to walk home instead of taking the bus. The normally calm twenty minute walk got real interesting real fast when a cab appeared to be stalking me. Being from the Bronx, I was pretty used to getting hollered at and honked at by cabs who want to “take me home”, so when the Indian driver softly said, “Need a cab sweetie? I take you.” I told him I had no money to take a cab and continued walking until he asked the strangest question I have ever heard come out of a cab driver’s mouth: “Do you have nice feet?”
Now, a normal human being would probably start walking a little faster and ignoring the creepy driver; but nope, not me! I stopped and explained I didn’t really like my feet too much. He told me to get in the passenger seat, and I do – I mean, fuck it…a free ride is a free ride right? He asks me to remove my Payless moccasins that are drenched in summer sweat and places my left foot in his meaty hands. He starts groaning as he shoves my women’s size eleven foot in his mouth, and then he licked in between my toes, which tickled me a bit. I see a pack of Newport’s in the cup holder and ask him for one, and seeing as he’s in his zone and so I take one out and light it up.
At this point, I’m thinking it’s not so bad but then he starts nibbling on the heel of my foot and I start wishing I had just walked my lazy ass home. The nibbling turns into hard biting and I try yanking my foot from his mouth when the BX12 bus passes by and the he drops my foot on one of his fat roles and hides his face in shame. He kind of looked like Gollum when he pretends to be innocent and shy. I ask what’s wrong and he looks up at me with his big bug eyes and replies, “I get shy.” Finally, he starts the car and I think this odd fucking situation will finally be over…but again, nope! He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his pant zipper and before I could even react… there was a penis.
A five-inch mocha penis and my feet. I told him I wasn’t touching that thing and he tried putting me at ease, saying all he wanted was feet, I lit another cigarette. He then stuffed my long toes in his mouth, which meant half of my foot was in his mouth and being held there by his vicious teeth. He impressively used his right hand t to jack himself off and the left to continue the drive. It felt like he was trying to eat through my foot so when he finally came on one of his roles two minutes later, I could of died from happiness. My foot was released and put back into my moccasin and his penis was away, where it should stay forever.Tweet