Taxi to uni

After an enlightening chat with Chloe it was time to head out. On her way she passed by Mr. and Mrs. Faucet. Mrs. Faucet was on her back while Mr. Faucet was straddling her, stroking his cock. As she entered the room Mr. Faucent grunted and unloaded over her face.

Mrs. Faucet looked up through her cum stained eyelashes and said

"Oh Emma darling are you headed out?"

"Yeah" Emma responded "I'm going to get set up at the university. There's supposed to be an old archive there with a lot of information I need"

"Oh how novel" Mrs. Faucet responded "I used to study too, before the laws of course. Better now, if you ask me, we women weren't meant for study and hard work" she said as Mr. Faucets penis was dripping cum an inch over her face.

Mr. Faucet smiled and said "Well I for one think it's great Emma. Very progressive and all. I myself voted for the pisssing-in-mouth ban back in... 2020 was it? During the pandemic i think. Mostly for health and saftey reasons, but still, I certainly get the progressive cause".

Mrs. Faucet just looked up at him and smiled encouragingly, licking of the last of his cum of her lips.

"There are still women at the university though, I think" he continued "not sure how much stuying they do though" he and his wife both giggled.

***

Emma had learned her lessons from last time and avoided the subway. She jumped in the backseat of the cab she ordered.

"Donald Trump university please" she said to the driver.

The driver was an older gentleman, probably her fathers age. He looked greek, or maybe french? She noticed he didn't start the car right away.

"Well?" the older man said expectantly.

"Well what?" Emma responded.

"The payment, miss"

"Oh, sorry. Back home you pay when you reach your destination. One moment, let me just find my wallet...."

"Don't worry about it, you can pay when we get there. It's okey" he said and drove on.

After a while he looked at Emma through the front mirror and said

"So... what's brings a british girl like you across the pond?"

"I'm actually doing my masters her in America" she said "I intend on stuying the freeuse laws here."

"Ah... very intressting I say. You could say that's why I moved here as well" he said with a chuckle.

"You know, back in my country, in Romania there were many beautiful women."

He continued "I did alright. It might be hard to tell but I used to be quite the stud" he said chuckling again.

"But this, of course, this is something else"

"Every american woman, from cashier to movie star, I can just walk up and start... you know"

Emma was getting nervous. This was certainly better than being on public transit, but she began to think she wouldn't make it to the university unscathed. Was there no one safe in this god forsaken country?

"And how do the women feel about that?" Emma asked.

"They've gotten used to it" he said "you know, I've learned that deep down they love it. Even when I'm looking down at some agressive feminist with my dick in her mouth, I can see pleasure in her eyes".

Emma didn't believe a word of it, but this wasn't the time to argue.

***

After half an hour they arrived at the university. The driver leaned back and spread his legs. He looked over with a kindly smile:

"Sorry girl, but this is how we do it here." and he took his cock out "get to working".

Emma was used to it at this point, but it didn't get any easier. The old man grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards his crotch. Not agressively, but firmly.

"That's right" he groanded as he bobbed Emmas head up and down his cock. He let go of her head for a moment to slapp her ass, Emma toook the opportunity to breath.

"Oh no, get back down there" he said as soon as Emma stoped sucking, bringing his hands back and pushing down her head.

After what semmed to Emma like an eternity of gobbling on his cock he was finnaly ready to cum.

Emma suprised hersef by getting down on her knees in front of him, opening her mouth to recive his load without even being told so.

As Emma stroked his shaft he grunted and started spraying his cum all over.

He looked at her for a long moment, as to admire the work he'd left on Emmas face. Then he finnaly said:

"See? Theres that smile. I told you."