Fake Taxi Skipping college for backseat sex in taxi
Title: “Skipping Class for a Steaming Backseat Session with a Mature Minx”
In the bustling city streets of London, there’s an app that connects eager riders to cab drivers with a penchant for extra curricular activities. One said rider wasJosh, a middle-aged, silver fox of a driver who had seen his fair share of nubile young things hopping into his taxi and hopping right back out without paying the fare. One day, Josh got a ping on his app and saw a petite blonde girl, barely out of her teens, standing on the corner, bouncing slightly on her heels as if she couldn’t wait for him to arrive.
Josh pulled up to the curb and the girl hopped in, barely glancing at him as she slid into the backseat. “Take me to campus,” she said breathlessly, obviously distracted. Josh began to pull out into traffic but took another look at his passenger through the rearview mirror. She had a petulant look on her face, biting her lower lip as she stared out the window. Josh recognized that look. It was desire. Desire for something other than a cab ride to campus.
“Everything alright miss?” Josh asked, his deep voice rumbling through the car. The girl’s eyes met his in the mirror and he could see a flush creeping up her pale skin. “No,” she said simply. “I hate college. I hate my classes. I’m so bored.” Josh nodded, pretending to concentrate on the road. “What did you have in mind then? If you don’t mind me asking.” The girl shifted in her seat and Josh could tell she was debating something. Finally, she leaned forward, her small breasts straining against her Lilly Pulitzer top.
“I was thinking,” she said, her voice a purr, “that you and I could have some fun. Right here. In the backseat.” Josh’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. This girl was brazen, but he was no stranger to this kind of proposition. He had a bit of a soft spot for naughty college girls who thought they were too smart for his cab rides. He liked to teach them a lesson or two. “What kind of fun?” he asked, his voice stern but his dick already twitching in his trousers. The girl leaned even further, her breath hot on his ear.
“The kind where you tell me to take off my clothes and then fuck me until I scream, silly,” she giggled, running a finger down Josh’s neck. He smiled. He liked a girl with confidence, even if it was ill-advised. He signaled and pulled the cab over into a secluded alley, tossing the ‘Out of Service’ sign over his back. He turned to face the girl, who was already tugging at the hem of her sun dress.
“This is your last chance to back out,” Josh said, his voice dripping with warning. The girl just smirked and pulled her dress up over her head, revealing a lacy pair of panties and a matching bra that barely contained her pert breasts. “Oh, I have no plans to back out,” she purred, reaching behind herself to unhook her bra. Josh watched, transfixed, as the flimsy material fell away, revealing her rosy pink nipples, already hard and begging to be touched.
The girl finished shimmying out of her panties and reclined back on the leather seat, her blonde hair fanning out around her head like a halo. “Well,” she said, “I’m yours. Now, what are you going to do with me?”
With a growl, Josh was out of his seat and looming over the girl, his hands roughly palming her tits. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her chest into his touch. “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned, her hands working at his belt buckle. Josh helped her tug his pants down and his cock sprang free, thick and heavy and ready to plunder. The girl’s eyes widened and she licked her lips hungrily. “Don’t be gentle with me,” she begged, spreading her thighs wide.
Josh took her at her word, grabbing her ankles and folding her in half as he knelt between her legs. He teased her slit with the head of his cock, groaning as her wet heat seeped out to coat him. The girl whimpered and tried to buck her hips up to meet him but Josh held her steady. He wanted to make her wait, make her beg. Make her understand that he was in charge.
Finally, when her desperate whines were music to his ears, Josh slammed his hips forward, burying himself in her tight little cunt. The girl screamed, her back bowing off the seat as Josh pounded into her. He set a brutal pace, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The sounds of their fucking filled the cab, skin slapping against skin and the girl’s high-pitched little moans.
Josh knew he wouldn’t last long, not with this tight, eager little thing writhing underneath him. He shifted his grip, pushing her legs up and out, bending her nearly in half as he hauled her closer. He could feel her breath hitch as he slammed into her g-spot and she cried out, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. “Fuck fuck fuck…” she chanted, her voice high and thready as she chased her orgasm. Josh groaned as he felt his own release building, his balls drawing up tight.
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep and came, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum into her spasming cunt. The girl screamed, her head thrashing from side to side as she came hard on his cock, her pussy milking him for every last drop. They collapsed together, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Josh pulled out, his cum dripping from the girl’s used hole. She looked up at him, glazed eyes and well-fucked hair, and grinned.
“Holy shit,” she panted, “I think I just failed my physics exam.” Josh chuckled and made his way back to the driver’s seat, tucking himself away. “Well miss,” he said, as he pulled back out into traffic, the girl still naked and splayed across the backseat, “I’d say you made the right choice skipping class today.
