FakeTaxi Lady in dress does anal on Halloween

On this All Hallow’s Eve, the bustling streets of Rome were alive with the spirit of festivities, as people in elaborate costumes roamed about, seeking thrills and mischief. Among them was a sultry minx named Isabella, dressed in a risqué French maid outfit that left little to the imagination. Her ample cleavage threatened to spill out of the lacy top, while her shapely legs were emphasized by the tiny skirt and black fishnet stockings. Heels click-clacked on the cobblestone as she strutted along the narrow alleys, drawing appreciative glances from the men she passed.

Isabella’s destination was the ever-reliable FakeTaxi service, where she knew she could expect a wild ride no matter what company she kept. Tonight, luck was on her side, as the driver who pulled up to collect her was a handsome young man with a mischievous glint in his eye. He took in her barely-concealed curves with a hungry gaze, his cock already twitching in anticipation.

As Isabella slid into the backseat, she couldn’t help but notice the thick bulge tenting the driver’s pants. “Mmm, seems like someone’s excited to see me,” she purred, crossing her legs so the hem of her skirt rode up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy thong. “I think you’re just the man to give me a ride I won’t soon forget.”

The driver grinned, his eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror to watch her every move. “And what kind of ride are you looking for, princess?” he asked, voice low and full of promise. “Because I have just the trip in mind.”

With that, he gunned the engine and took off through the shadowed streets. Isabella leaned back against the soft leather seat, enjoying the way the vibrations made her pussy throb with need. She teased her nipples through the thin fabric of her top, moaning softly so the driver could hear her arousal building.

Before long, they arrived at a secluded spot, far from prying eyes. The driver killed the engine and turned to face her, reaching out to trail a finger along her stocking-clad thigh. “You look good enough to eat,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust. “Why don’t you turn around and show me that sweet ass of yours?”

Isabella didn’t need to be told twice. She flipped up her skirt, bending at the waist to present her thong-clad rear to him. The fabric was already damp with her leaking juices, and the driver groaned at the sight, wasting no time in yanking the scrap of lace down to her knees.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he growled, spreading her cheeks wide to reveal her glistening pussy and puckered asshole. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be buried in that tight ass.”

Isabella shuddered as a cool draft hit her exposed holes. She reached back to spread herself even wider, giving him an even better view. “Then what are you waiting for?” she taunted. “Come here and fuck me already.” The driver chuckled darkly, but wasted no time in complying.

Settling in behind her, he wasted no time in running his tongue along her slit, from clit to asshole and back again. Isabella cried out, her hips bucking trying to get more of his oral attention. “That’s it, get my holes nice and wet,” she gasped, reaching down to rub her clit furiously. “Warm me up for that big cock of yours.”

He obliged her, tongue probing her asshole before moving back to fuck deep into her drenched cunt. Isabella’s moans filled the car, echoing off the windows as she rutted her hips back eagerly. “Fuck, I need you in me,” she panted, looking over her shoulder at him with half-lidded eyes. “Stick that fat cock in my ass and make me scream.”

The driver was more than happy to oblige, sliding his tongue from her asshole to give it a final lick before pressing the head of his cock there. Isabella bit her lip and braced herself as he slowly pushed forward, her tight ring of muscle stretching to accommodate his girth. “Fuck fuck fuuuuck,” she whimpered, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure as he breached her.

He paused a moment, letting her adjust, as he leaned in to trail his lips along her neck. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Taking me so well.” Encouraged by his praise, Isabella started rolling her hips, working herself down on his shaft inch by tortuous inch.

When she finally bottomed out, they both let out shuddering breaths, savoring the feeling of fullness. The driver gave her a moment to adjust before he began to fuck her in earnest, holding her hips tight as he pistoned in and out of her ass.

Isabella couldn’t hold back her screams, the obscene sound of his balls slapping against her filled the car as he took her hard and fast. Her hands scrabbled at the leather seats, needing an anchor as the force of his thrusts rocked her whole body. “Harder.” she begged, looking back at him with wild eyes. “Fucking ruin me.”

He did as he was told, increasing his pace until the headboard was slamming into the wall, the headboard creaking in protest. Reaching around, he started rubbing at her clit, determined to make her come undone around him. It didn’t take much, as Isabella had been wound so tight from the get-go, the double stimulation proving too much for her over-worked nerves.

With a sharp cry, she climaxed hard, her inner walls clamping down on his pistoning cock like a vice. The driver groaned low in his throat as her ass spasmed around him, trying to milk his own orgasm from him. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he growled, his strokes growing erratic as he chased his pleasure.

Isabella reached back with one hand to smack his ass, urging him on. “Do it then,” she panted, still coming down from her high. “Fill my ass with your hot cum, I want to feel it dripping out of me for hours.” The filthy words pushed him over the edge, the driver slamming into her one final time before his cock erupted.

Jet after jet of hot seed flooded her ass, painting her walls white as he emptied himself inside her. They stayed like that for a long moment, both trying to catch their breath as the final waves of euphoria washed over them. Finally, when they were both spent, the driver pulled out, letting his release start to leak from her reddened asshole.

With a satisfied groan, he flopped down into the driver’s seat, spent in the best way. Isabella, on the other hand, just gave a throaty laugh as she reached back to scoop some of the cream pie from her asshole, bringing it to her mouth to taste herself on him.

“Mmm, delicious,” she purred, swallowing down the salty load before turning a smirk on him. “You know, I think I’m ready for that ride you promised. Ready to take me home?”

The driver just chuckled, starting the car once more and pulling back out into the night. Isabella snuggled into the seat, feeling thoroughly satisfied as they sped off into the dark. It may have been Halloween, but she’d just had a treat like no other.