A Taxi Journey Nightmare

Drunk in a taxi in the middle of nowhere

I was thirty, married with two children, and so drunk, I didn’t even bother to tell my friends I was leaving. I just stumbled out of the club, in high heels and a short, strapless black dress, and fell into the first taxi available.

I must have given the driver my address because I made it home to my husband, but not before the driver took me on a little detour first. The motion of the car had me closing my eyes and falling asleep.

Next thing I can remember is a man sitting beside me in the back of the taxi, with his hand up my dress and inside my panties. I didn’t know where I was or quite understand what was happening.

The car was parked up somewhere dark. Very dark, like pitch black. I then realised my strapless dress had been pulled down and the man was sucking on a nipple.

I asked what was happening and where we were, but he didn’t reply. He slipped a finger inside me and started panting, confused, while he sucked on my C cups.

When it dawned on me what was actually happening, he laid me down on the back seat, forcibly, and pushed my dress up around my waist.

“No! Stop! What are you doing?” I panicked. “I’m married! I have kids!”

“I’m going to fuck you!” he chuckled, pulling down my panties.

I screamed and tried to close my legs, but he was on top of me, keeping them open while he unzipped his fly.

“Let me fuck you and I won’t call backup,” he snarled. “Do you want to get gang fucked?”

“No!” I shouted, hitting his arms.

“Then stop fighting and spread your legs for me.”

“Ok! Ok!” I trembled, submitting to him for the sake of not making the situation worse.

“That’s it. You went out asking for it, dressed like that. Now I’m going to give it to you,” he said aggressively, thrusting his cock inside me.

His hands grabbed my breasts, nastily and he began to rape me. I started sobbing, but after a few minutes, my sobs turned to moans.

“Yeah, now you’re enjoying it!” he laughed, pushing his cock deeper inside me.

I was scared and aroused at the same time. A very traumatic and confusing experience. I was helpless and powerless against this man. He was on top of me in the back of his cab, inside me, deep inside me.

The harder he pushed, the louder I moaned. I was devastated how wet I was. He kept grunting and telling me how much I deserved it. I had to try and ignore him and pray he came before I did. I could feel an orgasm building, but I couldn’t live with that shame.

But he continued to thrust between my legs and suck on my nipples. As my orgasm got closer, it no longer felt like rape. It felt like a dirty hook up between two random strangers.

He got onto his knees and placed my legs on his shoulders, then he continued to be rough with my pussy, using me. My breasts were bouncing around and I could feel his balls banging against my ass.

My feet were in the air, heels scraping against the interior roof of his car. Then he got more aggressive, telling me he was going to impregnate my womb with his child. It was fucked up and nasty, but his deep thrusts and harsh words sent me over the edge.

I clung to him by instinct and climaxed on his cock. He grunted and shoved me along the back seat, spurting his cum inside me. He didn’t stop until he was completely finished.

“Sort your dress out and I’ll take you home, but I’m keeping your panties,” he said assertively.

I felt so satisfied and confused, I didn’t know what to do. I eventually sorted my dress out and slumped in the back, wiping the tears from my eyes.

It was a horrible, dreadful experience, one I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, but it left me needing aggressive sex to climax. When I can’t orgasm with my husband, I close my eyes and pretend I’m in the back of that cab again.

He dropped me off with his cum deep inside me, with some of it running down my leg. He then reminded me he knew where I lived.

Thankfully my husband was fast asleep. I went straight to the shower and cleaned myself up. Not telling a soul until now.

Luckily I didn’t catch pregnant!