I had gone to Iceland on holiday and met up with some friends I hadn’t seen in ages. They suggested a club called the ScandiClub, a hub of Norse creation and experience. Of course I was up for anything, though soon got tangled away from my friends. I ended up quite drunk from far too many horns of mead so decided to call a cab back to my hotel.
I made my call, a place suggested by the barkeep, and then made my way outside. The cool night air clung to my body. I pulled my arms around me, cursing myself that I hadn’t thought to bring a jacket. My skirt hung low on my hips, split up the sides in true Viking fashion while my top was barely covered by material with jeweled accents. My hair was done up in braids of a shield maiden, that came around my face perfect accented with the makeup choice I had made for the night. As I waited on the taxi the air reminded me of my clothing choice, and I could not wait to get back into my hotel room to strip out of the little clothing I had on. I started to wobble, my breasts jiggling in the top just as the taxi pulled up to greet me.
“You call for a taxi love?” The driver smiled out at me. I nodded and as quickly as possible when one is drunk got into the car shivering from head to toe. “A bit cold out for that choice in look” he smiled at me through the mirror.
“Yes, I didn’t exactly think that one through did I?” I laughed a bit more lightly than normal. “Fair-wick Hotel please.”
“Ah yes, no problem,” he nodded a bit, I think perhaps to himself and off we went.
I leaned back closing my eyes and lost track of time, too many drinks and not enough energy left me feeling quite drained, though before I knew it the taxi had stopped and there was a hand on my knee. I jerked awake looking at the cabbie. “Sorry love I didn’t mean to startle” he smiled again “we’re here though, it’ll be 12,270 Krona.”
Even in my drunken state I realized this taxi was costing me a little over 100 dollars and I spat at him “are you fucking kidding me? 12,270 fucking krona? You’ve lost your fucking mind!” I started to reach for the door and heard the locks.
“It’s that or I call the police.” The look in his eyes told me he was dead serious and I started to worry. On holiday, no idea who I could call or how to get out of the situation I started to panic. I couldn’t rightly end up in a police station in a country that wasn’t my own. “I only have 12000 krona” I lied, but he wouldn’t budge on the fare. “Unless….” His eyes narrowed and he turned in the seat. “Unless, you’d like to make a deal love?” He left the question hanging in the air.
“A deal, what kind of a deal would that be?” I glared at him a bit between the mead and the frustration of the whole situation I was more than annoyed and not at all in the mood for games or bullshit.
“A simple blow job Love. You suck me off, and I’ll let you out of the car and you’ll keep your 12000 krona. What do you say?”
I sighed knowing I couldn’t call anyone, and really thinking the fare was bullshit. Just another person trying to take advantage of a tourist, though for some reason or another I agreed. “Just a blow job.”
He jumped into the back and grinned pulling out his cock, it was one of the bigger I’d seen, probably 10 inches or so. I guess it wouldn’t be too bad, but then he flexed and I noticed the girth of his monster. Thankfully I was drunk so it wouldn’t be too horrible.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and licked the head as I stroked his length, he sneered at me but a deal was a deal and I knew better than to get out of it by only licking and stroking him. I opened my mouth and slowly started to slip him into my mouth. I stretched my jaw to its max and started to suck him as he fished my tits from my top and I felt it go slack around my waist. One of his hands went to my nipples while the other tangled up in my hair pulling me onto his cock more. His cock inched further into my mouth, teasing at the back of my throat before he started to fuck my face. My jaw already ached and I think he sensed this as he grinned “fuck love that’s good, but how about a break for your mouth?” I arched my brow looking at him “let me have some pussy…” he pushed me back and pulled my skirt up, his mouth attaching to my cunt. My back arched pushing my cunt into his mouth, it felt so fucking good and he knew what he was doing as he teased my asshole with his fingers. Before I knew it he was rimming my asshole, his fingers buried in my snatch. I moaned feeling my juices slick his fingers while his tongue worked my ass, there was no holding back at the pleasure I was feeling. I felt his mouth and fingers leave me and my bottom lip came out making him grin, “Don’t worry love, I have something better for you”. He moved up my body, his Viking beard tickling my skin, his mouth latched onto my left nipple, sucking it in hard and nibbling on it as his cock plunged into my cunt full force. I cried out, my pussy clamping down on him in a mini orgasm, which he delighted in giving a grunt of approval around my nipple.
He pumped into my cunt, slowly at first then picking up pace. I was thrusting back against him as his cock assaulted my cunt and his mouth assaulted my tits. His fingers dug into my sides causing both pain and pleasure, making my body shake under his while I pleaded with him not to stop. I pulled at his hair, my nails dug into his back; I’m sure leaving marks to remind him of the fare. I started to cum, my cunt walls milking his cock “oh fuck yes, don’t fucking stop!” I growled into the space of the car, fueling him on in his ministrations. He fucked me harder then pulled out, pulling me where he wanted me. I ended up on my hands and knees and felt him teasing at my cunt again, my honey dripping down onto the head of his cock “don’t tease me you fucking prick” I grinned back at him, though I was in for a surprise.
I felt his cock move and push into my ass. Instinctively I pulled away, or at least tried, but his hands hooked at my hips and pulled me back onto him, impaling me on his hard fat cock. I cried out, whimpering, begging him to stop, but he was not having that. “Shh don’t worry Love, you’ll love it… I’ll be gentle at first.” He started to pull out of my asshole, his fingers finding my clit under me. He sawed into my ass, his fingers pinching pulling and circling on my clit. I started to mew softly as it started to feel so much better. Before I knew it I was pushing back against him begging him to fill my asshole. He fucked my ass for what seemed like forever, and then pushed me down into the seat. He brutally assaulted my asshole, growling into my ear. I felt his cock swell and his teeth come down on my shoulder. He bit into my flesh, the pain busting behind my eyes sending out a flash of white, my body tightening up as I came harder than I had the entire experience. His balls raced cum into my asshole, filling me to my max “oh fuck yes! Fill my asshole you fucking bastard” I screamed out making small circles up against his hips trying to push him deeper into my ass. He chuckled around my bunched up flesh in his mouth and released his bite. The air stung against the marks I knew he must have left as I felt something very cool against my skin he licked at it and I figured it was either blood or saliva. “You like that don’t you Love? Just a fucking slut for a nice big cock” he grinned with his words. “Get yourself straightened up “, he pulled out of my asshole and I moaned again feeling both full and empty, his cum leaking out of my now gaping asshole. I felt my asshole start to go back to normal and sat up fixing my top and adjusting my tits.
“Do you do that often?” I smiled at him.
“Only when someone can’t pay and she’s a hot piece like you. Now out with you Love.”
I smiled back at him as the locks to the doors made a click. I reached for the door and got out as quickly as I could, the night air a welcomed feeling as I’d grown quite hot from my rides back to my temporary home. I smoothed my air and went into the Fair-wick and up to my room. I never will forget that ride home and I can’t wait for my next holiday.