1. Taxi


    Date: 11/17/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Marta_, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    trunk. He keeps stroking his cock as he lowers his jeans and his underwear and moans when he lifts up her dress to discover she isn’t wearing panties. He calls her “filthy whore” again and strokes her ass with one hand. But that doesn’t last long. He reaches for her pussy and pounds his cock in it. They both moan hard. “Fuck, you’re tight. Very tight for a whore like you. Is that why you’re being so dirty tonight? Because you don’t get fucked enough?” he asks, thrusting faster, getting deeper inside her. She doesn’t reply and he grabs her hair and pulls it hard towards him. “You really needed my cock, didn’t you?” Veronica whimpers a “yes,” her eyes watering. It hurts when he pulls her hair like that. It hurts but still she likes it. She has never experienced anything like that. Nobody has ever fucked her that hard. She remembers William telling her earlier he was going to fuck her so hard he was going to break her pussy. It had sounded hot but she didn’t think she would actually ever feel anything like that. And she knows it’s probably not possible but, right now, she feels that the taxi driver is going to break her. He fucks her very hard and, yet, she asks for more. More, faster and harder. He pounds her pussy harder and harder, squeezing her boobs at the same time and whispering in her ear the dirtiest things she has ever heard. When she sees William outside the car, looking into her eyes as the driver fucks her, ...
    she can’t take it anymore. She explodes, screaming his name, her pussy tightening on the driver’s cock. She’s shaking when William takes her in his arms, holding her, and leaving the driver to cum on his taxi. William holds her, kisses the top of her head and murmurs, “As if I would let anyone else cum inside you.” Veronica smiles and they get back inside the car together. The driver follows them almost immediately, without even cleaning his cum from the trunk, and starts the engine without a single glance to the mirror. She snorts when she realizes she almost didn’t open his email. After two years without news from him she thought it was some stupid invitation sent to all his contacts. Even when she read it she thought it was crazy. Clearly against all the rules she had set when they first met. No personal details. No pictures. No cams. No phone calls. No dates. Specially no dates. But those had been two tough years. Single and without her chat buddy, she was as needy as the driver had said. God, she’d been dying for it. And it had been so good, so hot; the most erotic experience of her life, real and imaginary. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Veronica,” he whispers in her ear and she smiles, snuggling next to him. The fact that Veronica isn’t even her real name is totally irrelevant. She feels sexy and powerful, like a piece of red fabric dancing in the hands of a bullfighter. And that’s all that matters.
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