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Title: “Regret in the Rearview Mirror”

The Fake Taxi’s engine hummed, a steady metronome against the backdrop of London’s neon-lit streets. Inside, the driver smiled knowingly at his latest fare, a plump brunette wearing far too little for the chilly autumn night. Her short skirt rode up her thick thighs, revealing tantalizing glimpses of lacy panties. Her low-cut top struggle to contain her huge, heaving bosom.

“Chelsea & Westminster Hospital, luv,” she slurred, the unmistakable smell of whiskey on her breath. The driver nodded, pulling out into traffic. He’d heard that one before. No chance she was actually headed to the hospital, unless it was the maternity wing. Those pillowy lips and glassy eyes were unmistakable signs of a flush poozler, a time-worn euphemism in the taxi trade for an inebriated woman on the prowl for a quick shag.

“Bit late for a trip to the hospital, innit?” the driver probed, his eyes straying to her cleavage in the rearview mirror.

“Oh this old thing?” the girl giggled, plucking at her top. “I were at a hen do. Gettin’ right tanked, we were. Had to bounce me out, I did. telled me to call a taxi.”

“Bounce ye out? Sounds rough,” the driver commiserated. He could see her nipples straining against the thin fabric and felt his cock start to swell in response. “Whereabouts do you live, luv? I can drop ye off after the hospital.”

The brunette leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of her prodigious bust. “Aww, I don’t wanna go home yet. I ain’t ready fer bed. I’m feelin’ frisky, know whatcha mean?” She bit her plump lower lip suggestively. “Tell ya what, I’ll pay double if’n you take the longest way home.”

The driver grinned, a predator spotting wounded prey. “Now that can be arranged, luv. Reckon I know the perfect shortcut.”

Familiar streets blurred past the windows as he wound through back alleys and side streets, the brunette chattering away behind him. He sneaked glances at her in the mirror, delighted to catch her lifting her skirt to rub at herself, her panties damp with arousal. He pulled over in a secluded lot, killed the engine, and swiveled to face her.

“Missed your turn, did I?” she giggled.

He reached back, grabbing a handful of her generous arse. “Depends on where exactly you were headed, luv,” he growled, stroking along the lacy edge of her knickers. “I can think of a much more diverting end of the road.”

The girl moaned, arching into his touch. “Fuck, your hands feel so nice,” she purred. “I’ve been needing a good fingerin’. Reckon you’re up fer the job?” She lifted her skirt fully, revealing her soaked-through panties. The musky scent of her arousal filled the cab.

The driver unzipped his trousers, freeing his straining erection. “Why don’t you put that sweet mouth o’ yours to good use, sunshine, and we’ll see about getting you a proper seeing to.”

She eagerly crawled into the front seat, popping his cock into her mouth. She tongue worked the swollen head, while her hands pumped his shaft. He groaned at the sight of her glossy lips stretched around him, head bobbing in his lap.

“Blow ye, blow ye, givin’ head, ye know what you need?” she giggled, releasing his member with a wet pop. “That’s right, stick your grudgy knob straight up my ladyparts. That’ll see ya off with a bang, Jo.”

She shimmied out of her knickers and clambered over him, straddling his hips. She took his cock in hand, rubbing the dripping tip through her soaked folds. Then she sank down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. The driver grunted as her silky walls gripped him tightly, clawing at her plump rear.

“Oh fuck, innit big, ye great dirty bastard,” she moaned, undulating her hips. “I ain’t never ‘ad one like this afore.” She started to bounce, her huge tits heaving in his face with the motion. He grabbed her by the arse, slamming her down on his cock, impaling her on his shaft.

She rode him hard, the cab filled with the lewd squelch of his cock pistonning her cunt. She tossed her head back, glassy eyes rolling in pleasure, breath coming in panting gasps. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, forcefully driving himself in her welcoming fuckhole. Her cries spurred him on, hips snapping as he slammed into her core.

“Aww fuck, frell me, you filthy gamer, ye,” she moaned, juices gushing down his shaft. “I’m close, you dandy leather tanner, I’m gonna cream on yer grudgy cock.”

The driver felt his balls draw up, orgasm building in his loins. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and unloaded inside her, thick ropes of cum jetting into her spasming cunt. She shuddered, milking his shaft for every last drop as they slumped together in the aftershocks of mutually attained bliss.