That Time in a Taxi [MF]

So I NEVER do stuff like this… But… Why not?

My boyfriend had just broken up with me and I’d gone to pick up some of my things at his. Of course, he just had to rub salt in the wounds by fucking someone as loud as he could and answering the door half-dressed.

I grabbed my last bag of things and slapped him, before marching to the curb and calling a taxi. I was irked. How DARE he go to fucking someone literally a week after I broke it off with him. Especially because I broke it off because we hadn’t been intimate in a year!?

I’m not the problem and I know it.

I waited for the taxi, growing more and more impatient and feeling close to tears when it finally rolled up. I wiped my eyes and climbed in the front seat beside him, surprising myself that I’d done so.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking over at me.

I was surprised how gorgeous he looked. He had the eyes the colour of honey and his hair fell lightly in tufted curls and you could see the peak of muscled from under the shirt he was wearing.

I rubbed my eyes and turned, combing some of my blonde hair out of my face and green eyes.

“Not really… I caught my ex with someone else. I’ve not had sex in a year and I guess I know why now… He was screwing someone else.” I said.

“His loss. You’re stunning.” He said.

I turned to look at him and noted that his eyes were running over my body. I didn’t consider myself particularly attractive, a size 12 girl was usually written off as gross, even with tits that were barely held up by a 32F bra.

“You think so?” I asked, surprised.

“If you would let me, I would fuck you in a heartbeat.”He said.

Maybe it was the breakup, maybe it was hearing those god awful moans coming from my ex, but I instantly put my hands between his legs.

He gulped, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he did. I leaned over gently licking his neck.

“I would let you…” I said.

It had been so long since I had been with a guy, I started rubbing between his legs and could feel him growing stiff in my hands. Before I could think, I bent over and unzipped his trousers.

He started breathing raggedly as he continued to drive, gulping as he did.

“Go slow.” He commanded as his dick flopped out of his pants in front of my face.

His dick was large, larger than I expected. I eagerly took it in my mouth and started sucking. It filled almost every inch of my mouth and slid across my eager tongue easily. I started sucking, harder and harder and he continued to stiffen.

“I’m pulling over.” He said.

I groaned against him, absorbed in the taste of his dick.

I sucked and sucked until the car rolled to a stop. Before I could think, he turned me over, pulling my pants down and shoving himself straight inside of me without any form of warming up.

Startled at the girth and how warm and sloppy his dick felt from my sucking I gasped.

He started pumping hard from behind, sending his hand around my front to go beneath my bra and twist on my nipples. I grinded into him and let him fuck me, harder and harder.

“I’m going to cum…” He whispered.

“Good, do it..” I whispered back.

He pumped harder and harder, leaving spasms over every inch of my skin until I felt thick ropes of cum swim through my body.

He laid on top of me, exhausted and spent.

“So… Do you want me to take you home or… Stay here for awhile?”

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