Better Then Walking Home Drunk

I let out a heavy sigh, and realize he's likely to learn my new address eventually and spill it for him. Swiftly a cab arrived, and we both step in. As the cabbie gives us a ride, he boasts how easy a lay I was tonight, and soon the two are laughing it up. I kept quiet during the trip, finding myself oddly amused by what normally would have bothered me.

It's not far into the trip that he makes a bet for $20 that I would give him a blow job right there and then if he stopped the car and presented his cock to me now, drunk and I was. I found myself laughing at the discussion. Soon, the cabbie said, 'Hey about, double or nothing, If you can let me bang her on the hood of my car?"

To my surprise, my boyfriend. . . ex, I mean, smiles a dirty look his way and says, "Sure, why not? $40 says She will let you fuck her brains out any place you stop on our route back to her place. The driver gives me a raunchy and dirty look, before pulling over to the side of the road. He gets out and opens my door. I find myself the object of his desire, but quickly give in as I'm pulled out, and casually placed on the hood of his car. I moan loudly then, as the two of them casually strip me naked. I feel my clothes being pulled off me then, and soon following a cool spring breeze impacting upon my flesh. My body is too aroused to care, my legs spread wide.

I moan as I feel him rub his cock upon my clit. I lean forward then, pressing myself upon his car, preparing myself to be pounded. I don't have to wait long before he pressed his cock into me. I feel it swish easily into my wet pussy, my body softly squelching, and I'm gasping as I feel him stretching my insides, doing my best to hold myself in place as he pounds me. I felt myself being taken, not caring about anything at the moment but the pleasure. I moaned loudly, an orgasm quickly hitting me. I felt him pound me hard, using me for his passions, and each thrust thundering deeper into me than the last. I moaned, not caring who may hear, as this cabby, who I just met, pounds his cock deep into me. I can feel one hand yanking at my hair, the other holding tight to my waist, as he pounds my pussy with his hard cock, slamming his balls down hard into me with each thrust.

All my mind could do was think about how good it felt, as he pulled his hard cock deep into me. I moaned incoherently, clinging to his car and pressing my body upon him, as he took me hard. He was rough, almost excessively so, but I found that all the more enjoyable as he **** himself upon me. I felt him, my body alight with pleasure at serving him, and being used, suddenly increase to a fever pitch, ploughing my pussy with such **** and speed it felt like an industrial drill was pounding me. I orgasmed again and again, my cries of pleasure more skin to the sounds of a mating animal, as he took me as his mate.

I felt him take me even harder than, moments before, I felt him unleash his load, his cum, deep inside of the folds of my pussy. I moaned then, my body pushed over the edge of pleasure, as I climaxed as a direct response to his unleashing his salty load deep within me. I felt myself moan aloud, as he thrust into me several more times, unleashing every ounce of his cum inside of my body. I felt ... relaxed, and oddly satisfied at having served him. I told myself how I would never be so rash, but somehow, I found myself not minding the fact I had just let a complete stranger bang me in public.

The pair high-fived, and the driver passed the forty to my date... er, my ex, I had to remind myself. We got it, and as I stepped back into the taxi, I watched as my clothes are tossed past me and to my ex. I folded my hands under my tits, faking to be angry, before relenting and laughing instead. Soon, the taxi was back put into gear, and we were headed back to my place once more.