<div class="floatright">(https://d18fr84zq3fgpm.cloudfront.net/nesma-shemale-both-tunisian-escort-shemale-in-istanbul-616568_original.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Aisha al-Asiri</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taxi en route to the refuge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><hr/>No matter how many ways Aisha turned the situation around in her mind, she could get away from the feeling that the taxi she rode in was taking her to a prison (at best) or a concentration camp (at worst). Oddly enough, it was still better than most girls like her around the world. Most places just reviled futanari women, but in some countries it was an automatic death sentence or worse. At least the refuge had facilities to help women like her and actually cared for them as human beings. If nothing else, at least she would meet others like herself who might understand what she’d gone through.<br/><br/>“Hey, uh, Miss. Would it be okay to ask you a question?” Aisha jumped a bit when the driver spoke. He had been silent since picking her up at the airport. She noticed the furtive glances in the rear view mirror and thought he might say something but she couldn’t be certain that the glances were born from curiosity or disdain. She reasoned, it would be more productive to presume the best and be polite.<br/><br/>“I suppose so,” she said, not wanting to commit herself too far.<br/><br/>“Well, you see,” he seemed to grow more nervous. “I… I assume because of where, uh, where you’re going that you’re a… a.. Uh…”<br/><br/>“Futanari?” she said, hoping to get the question out of the driver.<br/><br/>“Yeah, yeah. Heh, sorry. I just never, met, or at least I don’t think I have, a f… um… futanari. I mean, you can’t always tell can you? I mean from normal… um that’s not what I mean. I  mean I don’t personally see what‘s wrong with it. I mean you can’t help it, can you?”<br/><br/>Aisha sighed with no small amount of exasperation. “So, was that the question you wanted to ask?”<br/><br/>“Yes. I mean, no. No, heh, um… no I just was wondering about… um, some of the things they, you know, say about… about….”<br/><br/>Aisha’s impatience continued to grow with each passing “um” he uttered. She had not been able to take care of her needs since before going to the airport and she really wanted to get to the refuge so she could masturbate to relieve herself. Even just the thought of touching herself brought her cock to full hardness and she could feel the leaking precum already.<br/><br/>Then again, maybe she wouldn’t have to wait.<br/><br/>She leaned forward up to the driver’s seat back, making certain she was as close as possible.<br/><br/>“You mean, are we horny all the time?” She ran her hand over the driver’s shoulder and over his chest, speaking in a sultry, breathless voice. “That we have to cum several times a day? That we fuck each other anally?” Her hands undid the first two buttons on the driver’s shirt and slipped under the fabric touching his bare skin. He was shaking now, unable to form words and only nodding as she continued.<br/><br/>She leaned in and gently licked his ear.<br/><br/>“If you<em>really</em>want to know, pull over and we can answer those questions together.”<br/><br/>As the driver pulled off the road, Aisha sat back in the seat. At least this way, she might get some relief<em>and</em>maybe even save some money on the cab fare.