Taxi

You followed the giant of a man that had just fucked your ass, your brown hole still feeling void like a cavern, out of the store and to the curb. Your mind was still basically in a trance of confusion and post orgasm daze, and you offered no resistance as his black hand groped your ass.

A taxi waited on the corner, inside a driver sat, middle-aged, maybe slightly older, likely approaching his sixties. He was overweight, balding and smelled of stale cigarettes.

He looked at you for a few seconds, recognizing where you had come from and the fresh fucked look you gave off. Your man smiled back, proud to show of the hot piece of ass he had literally just penetrated.

You enter the cabby, and basically daze out, focusing on the events of the day, the soreness of your posterior, and the taste of cum still present on your tongue.

Darrel and the cab driver were making some small chit chat which you weren't paying attention too, in fact you were just trying to stay awake.

As you tried to avoid drifting off, the cab pulled over to the side of the road, and both men stared at you as if waiting for an answer.

"Well Joan, do you agree?" Darrell asked.