FakeTaxi One night stand gets arse fucked

The night was chilly and damp as the taxi pulled up to the kerb outside the pulsating nightclub. The driver, a burly man in his 40s with a thick beard and a twinkle in his eye, watched as a young woman stumbled out of the club, her heels wobbling on the uneven pavement.

“Taxi, luv?” he called out, rolling down the window.

The woman looked up, her mascara slightly smudged and her dress a bit askew. She giggled, stumbling towards the taxi. “Sure, why not? I need a ride.”

As she climbed into the backseat, the driver couldn’t help but admire her toned legs and the way her dress clung to her curves. He could tell she was a bit tipsy, but there was something about her – an excitement, a hunger – that piqued his interest.

“Where to, luv?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes on the road as they pulled away from the curb.

The woman leaned forward, her cleavage spilling out of her low-cut top. “Actually,” she purred, “I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere a bit more…private.”

The driver raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, is that so? And what did you have in mind?”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, I’ve heard about this place called ‘Dogging Hill.’ You know, where people go to have a bit of fun out in the open. I thought maybe you could give me a ride out there.”

The driver chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “I don’t usually take my passengers to places like that, luv. It’s not very…professional.”

The woman leaned back, crossing her legs provocatively. “Oh, come on,” she cooed, “live a little. It’ll be fun. And don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Against his better judgment, the driver found himself agreeing. He had a feeling this night wasn’t going to be like any other.

As they drove out of the city and into the countryside, the woman began to fiddle with her dress, slowly unzipping it to reveal more of her creamy skin. The driver couldn’t help but steal glances at her in the mirror, his cock already beginning to stir in his trousers.

When they finally reached Dogging Hill, the woman was completely naked, her clothes in a heap on the floor of the taxi. She looked like a goddess, her body illuminated by the moonlight filtering in through the windows.

“Where are we?” she asked, feigning innocence.

The driver smiled, reaching over to squeeze her thigh. “Nowhere, luv. Just a little place where people like to fool around. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re properly taken care of.”

He climbed out of the taxi and opened the door for her, taking her hand to help her out. The night air was cool against her skin, but the heat between the two of them was nothing short of scorching.

The driver wasted no time in pushing her up against the taxi, his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he ground his hardness against her. The woman moaned, arching her back to push her ass against him.

“Fuck,” he growled, speeding up his thrusts. “Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Begging to be fucked in public like this?”

She could only whimper in response, lost to the pleasure of his touch. He pulled down his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock. He was thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Without warning, he shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy, pumping them in and out rapidly.

“Yes!” she cried out, gripping the side of the taxi for leverage. “Fuck me! I need your cock!”

He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth, pushing them inside. She sucked eagerly, tasting herself on his skin. Then he grabbed her hips and pushed her forward, bending her over the back of the taxi.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, slapping her ass hard.

“Please,” she whined, wriggling her hips. “Please fuck me with that big, fat cock. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me up. Please, I need it!”

He chuckled darkly, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick entrance. “Beg harder, luv. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

She let out a desperate moan, pressing back against him. “Please, fuck me! Use me like the filthy little whore I am. I don’t care who sees, I just need your cock buried inside me right now!”

Finally, he obliged her, slamming into her tight pussy with one hard thrust. She screamed out in pleasure, her walls clamping down around him like a vice. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her mercilessly as she writhed beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re tighter than I thought,” he grunted, gripping her hips tighter. “Such a perfect little fuckhole. I could pound this pussy all night long.”

“Yes!” she gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Harder! I can take it!”

He obliged, slamming into her harder, faster, pushing her to new heights of ecstasy. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god,” she panted, feeling her orgasm building. “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He rammed into her once, twice, three times more before she was coming undone, screaming her release into the night air. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

With a grunt of his own, he pulled out of her and stroked himself to completion, painting her ass and back with his hot seed. They collapsed together, panting and sweaty, neither one of them willing to let go just yet.

As dawn began to break over the horizon, they finally peeled themselves apart and began to dress. The driver gave her a sly grin as he helped her into the taxi.

“Well, luv,” he said, adjusting his trousers. “That was quite an interesting ride.”

She giggled, smoothing down her dress. “It certainly was. Thanks for the lift.”

And with that, she climbed into the taxi once more, and they drove off into the sunrise, already planning their next ‘ride’ together.