The First Day Of Her Sordid Demise

Delicately climbing into the taxi, her limbs still aching and head full of cruel thoughts, Jen was quickly joined by Mick who wasted no time in firmly gripping onto her naked thigh and rising slowly under her dress.

“Are you excited?” Mick teased, her heavy breathing and short breath not lost on him as the realization hit her. They were leaving the house, leaving the safe prospect that her husband could interrupt and rambo the situation. She was alone with the horrible prick and if last night was anything to go by, it was going to be a long week. “I asked you a question” Mick spoke again, his tone groaning and his grip tightening.

Weeping softly and turning her head to the window as the taxi bounced along the road, swaying them both from side to side, Jen painfully sighed and turned to him. “Yes.” There was fire in her eyes and her jaw was clenched but nonetheless she was playing his game and his demands.

Unsatisfied with her response, Mick leaned in closer to her ear and growled past his teeth, the scent of her skin filling his nostrils and driving him wild. He warned “You better start acting better” before pausing and easing his grip on her thigh and sliding up her smooth brown skin further to the gusset of her black cum stained panties. “Or I’ll have you bent over, servicing me in front of this guy in a heartbeat” he finished, before up turning his hand and covering her inadequately protected pussy entirely.

Stifling a grunt and terrified to look away again, Jen simply nodded, catching the driver adjusting his rear view mirror and getting a perfect view of her now hand covered crotch. She closed her eyes and felt a solitary tear trickle down her cheek. *He’s a fucking monster* she thought, bile churning in her stomach as the road mercifully transitioned to a smoother ground, reducing Micks sudden and pressured movements but unfortunately his hand remained.

“Open your legs” Mick asked as he watched Jen’s chest rise and fall sharply, she was trying to remain calm, trying to control her breathing and not give anything away as she endured Micks one handed rotational masturbation of her pussy. However,/she knew what he had planned. Jen already knew his plan, she could read him like a big child's book as he alternated his movements, pressing harder and griping tighter.

Becoming more and more emotional, Jen’s ass cheeks clenched tightly together as Micks pudgy fingers moved around the thin material of her panties and began teasing her pussy lips, the tip of his middle finger tracing between the crevice of her labia before flicking at her cute little crown. “Plea-” she quietly whispered, her voice catching at the back of her throat as Mick ruthlessly plunged his finger up to the knuckle within her.

“You will not deny me” he groaned with pleasure as Jen’s pulsing pussy purred around his finger. “Spread your legs” he again asked, shifting his hand a little more before using his other hand to roughly grab at her leg and pulling it over his lap. “That’s it” he cooed. “Nearly there” he said, his tone cheerful despite Jean’s evident discomfort and emotionless face. “We’ll be up in the sky in no time.”

Mick smiled whilst he continued to slowly finger fuck her.