FemaleFakeTaxi Redhead Fingerfucked by Cabbie

The streets of London were wet and slick as the rain pelted down upon the city. The bright red lights of the Female Fake Taxi cast an almost eerie glow upon the pavement, as if beckoning to any lonely soul in need of a quick ride. That’s when she stepped out of the shadows and hailed the cab.

Her name was جميعاً but she went by the stage name of “Ginger Spice,” a play on her fiery red hair and insatiable appetite for sinful delights. She was a rare find in these parts, a truly authentic milf with curves that could make a grown man weep. Her breasts were the size of cantaloupes, straining against the fabric of her low-cut top, and her ass was perfectly round and ripe for the spanking.

Now, I’m not one to judge, but something about this broad just didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it was the way she kept eyeing me in the rearview mirror, as if I was a piece of meat she was about to devour. Or perhaps it was her suggestion that we “forget about taking the most direct route” and instead “take a scenic detour” through the dark back alleys of the city.

But when a woman like that looks at you with those bedroom eyes and says “I’ll make it worth your while,” what’s a cab driver to do? I merged into the alleyway, the taxi’s wheels splashing through the muck and refuse that lined the narrow pass. Moments later, I had pulled into a seemingly abandoned warehouse, far removed from the prying eyes of any curious passerby.

I turned to face my fare, the faint light of the instrument panel illuminating her devilish features. “I’ve changed my mind,” she purred, “I don’t want to go home anymore. I want you to finger fuck me right here, right now.”

Now, I’ve seen my fair share of odd requests in this line of work, but this was a first. Still, the thought of sliding my fingers into her dripping wet pussy was too tempting to resist. I felt my cock stiffen in my pants as I leaned in close, one hand already reaching for her plump thighs.

She giggled, a sound like nails on a chalkboard, and reached down to unbutton her tight jeans. With a deft flick of her wrist, she shimmied out of the denim, revealing a pair of lacy red panties that could barely contain her engorged lips. The crotch was already wet with her arousal, and I could smell the intoxicating scent of her sex as I rubbed my fingers along the damp cloth.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, “you’re fucking dripping.”

“Do it,” she said, part command and part plea, “stick your fingers in my pussy. I want to feel you inside me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved her panties aside and plunged two fingers deep into her hot, slick canal. She moaned, a sound of pure pleasure, as I began to pump my digits in and out of her tight hole. Her juices coated my hand, making obscene squelching noises as I increased my rhythm.

She reached down and unzipped my pants, fishing out my throbbing cock. I groaned as she began to stroke it, her hand moving in tandem with my fingers as they plundered her dripping cunt. It was a symphony of sensation, the feeling of her wet heat and the pressure of her hand on my shaft.

“Oh fuck,” she hissed, grinding her hips against my touch, “your fingers feel so fucking good. I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

I knew I shouldn’t, that it was against every rule in the book, but the temptation was too great. I had to have her, to feel her pussy clenching around my aching member. I pulled my fingers out of her with a wet pop and leaned in to claim her lips in a searing kiss.

She moaned into my mouth as I lined up my cock with her entrance, the head nudging against her wet folds. Then, with one swift thrust, I buried myself balls-deep in her tight heat. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I began to pound into her, driving my cock in and out of her hungry pussy.

The taxi shook with the force of our lovemaking, the springs creaking and groaning in protest. She writhed beneath me, her tits bouncing with every thrust, and I could feel her walls beginning to flutter around me. She was close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer either.

With a final, brutal stroke, I buried myself to the hilt inside her and came with a roar, my seed spurting deep into her womb. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, and I could feel her pussy milking my cock for every last drop.

We collapsed against each other, spent and breathing hard, as the rain continued to patter against the roof of the taxi. In the aftermath of our passionate encounter, I could see the truth in her eyes – she was a woman of many talents, and I was lucky to have been a part of her next star-making performance.