The Taxi Driver
by defloweredrose666
Copyright© 2020 by defloweredrose666
Fiction Sex Story: Inspired by the 'fake taxi' porn trope. A young woman's day goes from bad to worse when she finds that she doesn't have enough cash to pay the taxi driver. He suggests an alternative form of 'payment.'
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Humiliation Cream Pie Oral Sex .
It was not a good day for 17 year old Hannah. Her friend Sarah hadn’t been able to meet her in town due to a last-minute family trip, Topshop had been sold out of her size in the top she’d be saving up for all month, and worse of all, she’d seen her boyfriend, Toby kissing another girl in the shopping complex! Toby was the love of Hannah’s life, the one she had lost her virginity to a few months ago and she was so angry and heartbroken to see this betrayal.
An enraged Hannah had flown up to Toby and the tart he’d been with demanding an explanation and although Toby had sworn that it wasn’t what it looked like, Hannah decided she wasn’t going to believe his obvious lies. When she’d stormed out of the shopping complex, Toby had chased her out and followed her, demanding to talk about it. In the resulting argument, Toby had grabbed at her and begun shouting horrible things, which had scared Hannah so badly she had run off down the street crying and jumped into the nearest taxi to escape.
Which was where Hannah now sat, in the back of a huge 7-seater taxi gradually calming down from the tears that had sprung forth from her hurtful breakup. She was sprawled out in the middle of one half of the vast rear of the taxi, with 3 more seats opposite her, unable to think of anything except Toby’s betrayal.
The cabbie sat up front was an older man that Hannah hadn’t paid much mind to at all aside from sobbing out her address in between her tears. Although he’d asked her what was wrong and if she was alright, she could only angrily shout that it was fine and none of his business and could he please drive.
From his view up front, the cabbie could see a beautiful young woman in the rear-view mirror. She was well endowed, her cleavage spilling her firm young breasts over the tight black top she wore, and her tight blue jeans clung to her shapely thighs. Sleek blonde hair was slightly tousled from her earlier flight and her red, watery eyes were rimmed in black mascara. Her tears were hot as hell though, and making his cock twitch in his pants.
Realising she was almost home and could soon escape from her awful day, Hannah fumbled for her purse, still flustered from escaping Toby.
“How much is it going to be again?” she asked, fingering through the crevices of the leather purse, simultaneously realising that she had spent that last tenner in Starbucks earlier and she had much less change than she thought she had.
“About 15 quid love.” The driver called back. “Shit” Hannah whispered under her breath. There was no way she had enough for the fare.
“What’s wrong love?” The driver asked, on seeing her expression change.
“I ... I don’t have enough cash on me.” She mumbled.
“Not enough? We’re nearly there now,” he tapped on the meter, currently showing £14.60, “how the bloody hell do you expect to pay me love?”
“I ... I don’t know ... maybe we can work something out?” Hannah’s day had officially gone from bad to worst day ever. She dropped her gaze to her lap and gritted her teeth, desperately trying to think of a way to pay the cab driver without money.
Silence elapsed for a few minutes until the driver’s voice, slightly more chipper now, called out from the front seat.
“Alright love, how about this. You ain’t got no money, but how about you show me your tits. Those lovely big melons will proper make this old man’s day, and I’ll totally call it quits. Whadda say love?”
“What?” Hannah’s ears could barely believe what she was hearing.
“Well, you did say we could work something out. It’s only a little flash of your bosoms, no harm done, right?”
“Erm, well ... but not right here, surely? Everyone will see.” The cabbie caught sight of Hannah’s grimaced face in the rear-view mirror as she debated her dilemma.
“Nah nah love, I know somewhere a bit more private, ain’t no one else gonna see em. I mean, you’re in a bit of a situation here aren’t ya, I’m doing you a favour really.”
“Oh okay, I mean ... I guess so.” Hannah took a deep breath. A little flash couldn’t hurt, right?
They drove for a short while in silence as he navigated his way back into the city, eventually coming up to an office block closed for the weekend in a quiet area of the city. The cabbie drew up to a side entrance and punched a code into the machine stood there. The automatic arm rose up and the cab drove down and underneath the office block, revealing an expansive and very deserted underground car park. Navigating to a dark corner near the back, the cold, imposing concrete wall he parked the passenger side against effectively hid the sleek black cab from the outside world.
Hannah took another deep breath as she heard the driver’s door slam, and held it as she watched the passenger door slide open and close behind the chubby driver as he got in. He nestled himself onto the seat beside her, stroking her thigh and squeezing it gently to which Hannah tensed up and pulled her knee away, out of his grasp. Now that he was back here with her, she could see that he was about 60, with thinning grey hair and a gut straining at the white vest covering it and she shivered in fear at the thought of this creepy old pervert seeing her body. Suddenly, this didn’t seem like such a good idea, why on earth had she agreed to this?
“Come on then love, get your top off. I wanna see those lovely tits.”
Hannah swallowed, her mind racing as she tried to think of literally any other way out of this situation. Her entire body was stiffened in fear and the last thing she wanted to do was take any of her clothes off.
“Do you want me to shop you to the Police or something?” There was a note of impatience to his voice, “You agreed to this, come on don’t waste my time luvvie.” Hannah’s face crumpled as the brute’s wrinkled face hardened at her in expectation, until eventually the fear of what would happen if she didn’t do as he asked made her reluctantly finger the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head as slowly as she possibly could.
“And the bra, come on!” He barked at her, and as she obeyed, fingers trembling as she unclipped her bra to reveal her firm young breasts. The girl felt very vulnerable and scared, goose bumps crawling across her tender young flesh and a tendril of dread crept down her spine.
“Mmm yeah, those are lovely.” Before Hannah had a chance to protest, he had leaned over and grasped her chest in a painfully tight grip, massaging her breasts in a cruel fashion. She yelped, trying to pull away but his grip on her was so tight she was unable to move.
“What are you doing!” she cried, “Let go of me!” There was a note of panic in her voice as he began to laugh, a roaring guttural chuckle that terrified the young girl even further.
“Listen here love, you see that little security cam up there?” He momentarily paused in his molestations to gesture with a hand to the opposite top corner of the cab, where she could see the outline of a camera pointing at them. “The footage on that cam shows you taking your kit off – I had nothing to do with it. That means you were trying to seduce me out of that cab fare you owe me, and you ain’t in any kind of position to be protesting right now missy.” He continued to molest her breasts in a cruel fashion as he spoke, gradually dragging her stiff body closer to him, “So unless you want me to tell the Police you’re a thief and a prostitute, why don’t we talk about how you can pay me that fare, eh?”
“What do you want?” Hannah sobbed, suddenly realising how stupid she’d been and the vulnerable situation she was in – in the back of a cab in an isolated, underground car park at the mercy of this old pervert.
“I reckon a blowjob will do nicely, eh? What do you reckon love? Come here and get my cock in your pretty little mouth.” He cackled again, Hannah swallowed her tears knowing she had no choice but to do whatever he wanted her to do and pray that she got out of this situation in one piece. He finally let go of her breasts long enough to unzip his flies and pull out his huge, rock hard cock. Hannah had only ever seen her ex-boyfriend Toby’s penis before, but this monster in front of her was much bigger and thicker than her ex boyfriend’s. It stood erect and veiny with the skin rolled down to reveal a huge purple head and precum dribbling from the tip. A nest of grey pubes curled around the base and the tight balls beneath, and his white vest had lifted slightly to reveal his soft gut equally covered in grey hairs.
Grabbing her hair, the cabbie pulled the unwilling girl forwards and pushed her down towards his huge, throbbing cock, feeling the head touch her soft, warm lips. Hannah moaned softly in protest as the purple head pushed past her resisting lips, the cabbie guiding himself into her mouth and grunting softly as she reluctantly allowed him to push his member right back into her throat.
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