FakeTaxi Canadian tourist gets royally fucked
The sun had set long ago and the city streets were now illuminated by the glow of street lamps. A lonely cab driver named Liam was making his last few runs for the night, hoping to score a big fare and get out of this job for good. Little did he know, his luck was about to change in a most unexpected way.
As Liam pulled up to the curb by a busy club, a beautiful blonde bombshell stumbled out the door and hailed his cab. She was dressed to the nines in a slinky red dress that left very little to the imagination. Her long golden locks were tousled and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. It was easy to see she had one too many drinks tonight.
“Where to love?” Liam asked as he watched her slide into the backseat, wobbling on her sky-high heels.
“99 Pure London, please and thank you,” she slurred, almost falling over. Liam raised an eyebrow. Pure London was a high-class escort service, not a typical girls’ night out destination. But he wasn’t one to pry. He just wanted to get this fare over with.
As Liam navigated through the deserted late night streets, he caught the Canadian girl eyeing him in the rearview mirror. She giggled to herself. “You know officer, I really shouldn’t be drinking and driving,” she cooed. “Maybe you should make me pull over…for a different kind of inspection.”
Liam’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at that brazen invitation. Was this gorgeous, apparently drunk girl propositioning him? Granted, he was an average looking guy, well past his prime, with a belly of beer and fries. But he was no fool. When a chance like this presents itself, you don’t decline.
“Well, I SHOULD take you in ya naughty filly…” Liam said with a smirk, pulling the cab over to the curb in an empty parking lot. “If you think you can handle me.”
Liam climbed into the backseat with her, wasted no time in grabbing her tits, uncaring if they were fake or not. “I see them young bucks at the clubs don’t know what they’re missing,” Liam laughed, squeezing the blonde’s ass.
“Ohhh I’m so happy you pulled me over officer…” the blonde moaned, playing with his mustache, clearly enjoying his touch. “I’ve been such a bad girl tonight.”
Liam used the opportunity to hike up her short skirt, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. “Well we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
He wasted no time burying his face in her trimmed blonde bush. She moaned and bucked her hips against his probing tongue, riding it like a cock. Liam pushed her back on the seat and plowed her with his fingers, hitting her g-spot while tongue fucking her. Her cunt was absolutely dripping.
“Fuck me! Fuck me with your thick Irish cock!” she cried, no longer caring how debased she sounded.
Liam was not about to deny a girl in such clear need. He freed his thick veiny dick from his pants, slapping it against her soaked pussy lips.
“Fill me up with your police seed!” she begged, desperate for his meat.
With one smooth thrust, Liam hilted himself inside the sweet tightness of her cunt, her wet walls clinging to his dick. “God your pussy is amazing, so fucking tight!” he groaned. Liam started thrusting hard and fast into the Toronto tourist, pounding her into the seat. She came instantly, squirting her juices all over his lap.
They went at it more furiously for several more minutes, a blur of slapping flesh and grunts of pleasure. When Liam was finally ready to finish, he pulled out, jerking his dick with a jack rabbit pace. “Here it comes baby!” he roared as thick ropes of spunk splattered across her tits like a baker’s frosting.
Liam slumped back into his seat, sweating and panting. The Canadian babe wiped his cum from her perky breasts, bringing it to her mouth to savor it. “Mmmm, I think I’ve had my fill of Irish for the night,” she purred honey sweetly.
Liam cabbed her the rest of the way to Pure London, his swimmers drying on his thigh. It was the best fare he ever gave. And he was sure to think of it while he jerked his dirty dick the next day!
