Lubin' in the Luber

Scarlett moans and bites her lip, trying to see if she enjoys the feeling of her asshole being invaded by Kings wiggling digit, but it's far too dry, making it too rough and painful for her to get into. She jumps forward away from him as tries to insert the knuckle, pulling him out entirely as her tight cheeks suddenly clench.

"I don't... think I'm ready for that, yet..." Scarlett says, rubbing her sore hole gingerly.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll use plenty of lube." Burgerking says, thinking that's the only reason she's apprehensive about it. He's already dragging her head down to his crotch by the hair before she has a chance to clarify her position. Scarlett Johansson is **** onto her knees in the moving glass box of a car, quickly getting mouth fucked by King for at least the third time today. Some birthday this is turning out to be.

King controls her head roughly by his tight grip on her hair, forcing himself further and further down her throat as she starts to gag and struggle a bit against him. Scarlett is trying to get used to being used, attempting to calm down and control her gag reflex, but the moving road and passing buildings coupled with the increasingly rapid skull fucking moving her back and forth in a jerky way, has her extremely motion sick within seconds.

"Oh Google! Sorry about that! I keep forgetting you still have your gag reflex." King says, not getting angry as Scarlett suddenly vomits up most of her meal from earlier onto his crotch. Most of it falls into the holes of the fine metal grating that makes up the floor of the cab, designed specifically to catch any stray liquids that always seem to fall on the floor of the clear public transport. It gets a thorough cleaning on the inside and out of the glass and floor between each customer while it recharges, even quickly changing the glass box if it happens to get damaged, without needing to stop for long. "Guess we don't need much more lubrication! Just lick it clean real quick and we'll get started."

Scarlett Johansson tries to move away or protest, but King holds her down firmly by the hair, inches from his filthy cock, awaiting her cleaning. She's at least glad he isn't mad about her suddenly throwing up, so she closes her eyes tightly and sticks out her tongue, letting King move her head around until he is satisfied and lets her go. She's quickly **** to turn around and face the clear glass door, seeing a translucent reflection of her own fearful expression as she sees the world flying by at high speed outside.

"You ready, Scarlett?" King asks, spreading her legs and wiping some of her pussy juices up to her virgin asshole, before lining his big wet pole up and beginning to push inside without waiting for an answer. She sees pedestrians and other clear boxed cars begin to wave and take notice at her pained expression and loud screaming as he pops the well lubed head inside her tight hole.

King waves back at the passing audience, lifting Scarlett's "Worthless Whore" brand shirt and moving her sling bikini away from her tits, to pancake them against the glass for all the onlookers, as he slides himself inside her to the hilt. The vehicle comes to a stop at a red light, leaving Scarlett Johansson facing eye to eye with a clone of a young Cindy Crawford with a collar getting fucked in the ass herself by the rare celebrity collector who owns her in the next lane. Scarlett tries to share a moment of mutual humiliation with the fellow celebrity clone being used in the same way as her, but Cindy sneers when she sees a common model like Scarlett Johansson being used with no collar trying to be friends, even briefly.

They part ways mercifully quickly for them both as the light turns green and King begins a slow thrust into her rear. He helpfully reaches over and begins playing with her clit as he had before, ever the nice guy, making her get used to the anal violation much more quickly. She begins wailing and moaning, rather than screaming in pain, as she starts getting into it, even waving at onlookers and passerbys when they notice her.

King humps faster and faster, bringing them both closer to orgasm, perfectly timing it to fill her asshole with a load of his cum as well as getting Scarlett off at the same time, just as they pull into the driveway of his house. He pumps wave after wave of one of his massive doses deep into her bowels, still rubbing her virgin pussy furiously as she squirms and thrashes in ecstasy.

"We're here!" King says excitedly, pulling out of Scarlett Johansson's asshole and preparing to leave before the Luber can start charging him for extra time. Much of Scarlett's precious dose leaks out of her slightly gaping asshole and into the meshed grate below as Burgerking opens the door and offers her a hand to help stand up. She wobbles unsteadily to her feet, even less comfortable in the stiletto heels than before as she attempts to take the step down from the glass boxed platform, semen trickling down her thighs.

"Wait until you meet my roommate! You'll get along so well, you're so much alike!"