For being a pain in the ass he takes her to a back alley for payback

"H... hey," she added, trying to demanding, coming off as wimpy. The cab driver ignored her, muttering angrily to himself in a foreign language, casting looks of pure hatred back at her.

"Um, sorry?" she tried, and it seemed to work. The brakes slammed on abruptly, and she banged into the back of the seat. She was rubbing her head when the door beside her popped open and he yanked her from the cab.

Stumbling atop stiletto heels, she nearly fell when he whirled her around to face the car. Her top was yanked to her waist and he pushed her down against the hot hood of the car.

Rachel cried out in pain at the head, but the giant man just pushed her down harder, and gave her skirt a few yanks to reveal her lack of underwear.

With a sneer he unzipped his fly.

"H... Hey!" she protested, and said the first thing that came to mind, "You have to wear a condom!"

Snorting pulled on his dick a couple times, then without any fanfare, unless you count the two big blobs of thick phlegm he spat on her asshole, he jammed it in.

Rachel howled, dancing in place as if it would help her escape. With him pinning her to the scorching car she had no where to move and no way to dislodge him. Her attempts to push away from the car were useless, her strength being pitiful next to his.

Knowing it was useless she tried to relax, but with her tits feeling like they were burning she couldn't help but wiggle, which just stretched her rectum all the more as she twist it while he was in motion, or move it out of alignment with his dickhead when he was jabbing it back in. At least he wasn't the biggest she'd had, but he was smelly and it felt funny, like it was bent.

His grunting thrusts were so fast they made her asshole feel as hot from the friction as the hood against her breasts. He moved like a pornstar on fast-forward, and thankfully finished just as fast, sending streams of sperm into her like he was firing it from a syringe. A very big syringe.

Rachel gasped in relief as he yanked her off the car hood, her breasts felt like they were sunburned from being flattened against the hood of a car that run all day through the bright California sun. Her hands automatically cupped them, and flinched at their sensitivity.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, shoving her to her knees. "Open!"

Rachel stared at the cock, unable to see it clearly through the shadows, but smelling it quite clearly.

Her mouth opened grudgingly, letting him jam the foul-smelling thing inside.

It tasted as awful as it smelled, and she was disgusted to smell and taste her backside on it as it jammed relentlessly into the back of her throat. Her eyes teared up from the **** and she gagged a little as he made her deep throat him briefly.

At long last he seemed satisfied, pulling her away until her lips were left pouting around the head. She idly licked around it, noting that it smelled much better now with all the putrid filth off of it.

"I know where you live," he said, and she widened her eyes in alarm. "You owe me. Three."

She nodded quickly, as much as she could with her mouth still on his dick.

"For three girls," he said.

"I owe you three each for three girls. ," she repeated back to him fearfully.

His mouth opened, and he looked puzzled. The look passed, a crafty gleam entering his eyes. "Four each, but you pay one today."

"Four each, one paid," she whispered, horrified inside.

"You know my number?" she nodded. Katrina had given it to her before they left.

"You call when you need ride. Same price. Four each. No cash for you," he grinned and she shivered, feeling sick as he got back in his cab, blasted the horn as he backed out of the alley, leaving her alone in the near-dark.