He lost his temper with his fellow traveler.

Maxim was returning from a business trip in his old but well-maintained Toyota. The highway was deserted, the stereo was playing retro rock softly, and his thoughts were focused on a hot shower and a soft bed. He was already anticipating turning off the interstate onto the familiar dirt road leading to his village when he spotted a silhouette on the side of the road with a raised hand. Slowing down, he narrowed his eyes and whistled. It would be a shame for a fellow traveler like her not to stop. She looked like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine someone had accidentally left behind at a gas station. Tall, with a shock of red hair pulled back into a messy, yet all the sexier bun. She wore skinny jeans that hugged her long, slender legs and curvy hips, and a light white T-shirt that revealed her firm, full breasts, devoid of a bra. Her face had sharp, slightly predatory features, green eyes, and bright, luscious lips, which she nibbled every now and then, apparently nervously. Maxim slammed on the brakes. The car stopped, raising a small cloud of dust. "To the city?" he asked, rolling down the window and trying to make his voice sound neutral, not like a cat who saw a bowl of sour cream. "If you could give me a lift, I'd be so grateful," she smiled dazzlingly, and something inside Maxim skipped a beat. "I'm Ksyusha. The bus broke down, and I really need to get home; I've got some urgent business to run." - Maxim. Get in, I'll give you a lift. The first forty minutes passed in light, noncommittal chatter. She told him she worked as a fitness instructor, he said he worked in logistics. But Maxim's thoughts were far from work. His gaze kept slipping from the road to her legs, to the way her jeans tautly hugged her thighs, to the way the outlines of her hardened nipples showed through her T-shirt with every breath. A treacherous warmth began to form in his groin, and his penis began to harden, pressing against the fly of his jeans. Ksyusha seemed oblivious to his glances, but at times he thought she deliberately parted her legs slightly or arched her back, stretching. As luck would have it, the navigator suggested a shortcut through an old forest road. Maxim, without thinking twice, took the turn. The asphalt quickly ended, turning into a dirt road, bumpy roads, and then a dense, mixed forest surrounded them on all sides. Suddenly, the car, after a couple of sneezes, stalled and stopped dead in its tracks. "Oh, my God!" Maxim slammed his palm on the steering wheel and tried unsuccessfully to start the engine several times. The starter spun idle. "What kind of day is this?!" "Something serious?" Ksyusha asked innocently, her voice somehow devoid of any worry. "I have no idea!" he growled, feeling his irritation at the situation mingle with the wild, animalistic excitement of her closeness. She was sitting too close, smelling sweet and intoxicating, and that white T-shirt... It was simply driving him crazy. And then he lost it. "You know what?" He turned sharply to face her, his eyes darkening. "You've been hanging around here this whole way, distracting me, flaunting your charms, so much so that my balls are already aching. It's probably because of you that I ended up in this stupid hole! So, my sweet, you're going to do one simple thing. You're going to pay my fare. Right here and now." His voice rang with steel. He wasn't asking, he was stating a fact. Maxim unbuckled his seatbelt, and the zipper of his jeans clicked loudly in the quiet of the car. "Open your dirty mouth and work it, redhead," he ordered, roughly grabbing the back of her head and forcing her down onto his groin. His cock, hard and hot, burst free. Ksyusha's green eyes widened in surprise. She tried to protest, but her mouth was already open, and Maxim, without ceremony, rammed his eighteen-centimeter shaft deep into her throat. "Did you think I'd just give you a ride?" he hissed, pushing her head down onto his cock. "You spread your legs on the seat, looking at me like a cat looking at sour cream, so take it. Now you're my personal sperm collector." He began to fuck her mouth roughly and deeply, feeling the head of his cock press against the soft roof of her mouth. A thin stream of drool flowed from the corner of her painted mouth, staining the expensive plastic of the center console. Despite the roughness, Ksyusha felt an unexpected heat spread throughout her body. No one had ever treated her so harshly, so possessively. Her pussy instantly became wet, and her nipples hardened so much they were visible even through the fabric of her T-shirt. This man, who had been joking sweetly just a moment ago, suddenly turned into an animal, and it was both frightening and wildly arousing. She stopped resisting and simply allowed him to use her mouth. Maxim felt her submission, which only made him more aroused. He fucked her lips fast and furiously until, with a low groan, he finally ejaculated a load of thick, salty sperm down her throat. A heavy silence fell over the cabin, broken only by their ragged breathing. Maxim leaned back in his seat, breathing heavily. The wave of animal anger subsided, leaving behind bewilderment and shame. "Damn..." he whispered, looking at the car's ceiling. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I... I never act like this." He expected a scream, hysteria, a slap in the face. But instead, he heard Ksyusha, having swallowed every drop, slowly wipe her lips with the back of her hand. "Wow," she breathed out, her voice hoarse, but there was no anger in it, only surprise. "That was a very convincing way of collecting payment." “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have,” he repeated again, feeling like a complete jerk. "Oh, come on," she suddenly laughed hoarsely and pushed the hair that had fallen over her face. Her cheeks were flushed. "That was... unexpected and rough. Just the way I like it. My pussy is just bursting with desire right now, and here you are, apologizing." She looked at his groin, where, despite everything, his penis had begun to show signs of life again. "Look at that comrade," she smiled, licking her lips. "Listen, until you fix the car, or until a tow truck comes to get us out... Maybe the back seat? Much more spacious than this one," she nodded toward the front. "I hope the fare you already received includes service in the luxury cabin?" Maxim was taken aback. He simply stared at her, unable to believe his ears. Ksyusha, however, without waiting for an answer, climbed back, beckoning him with her finger. All he could do was follow her. Once in the backseat, Ksyusha pulled off her own jeans and panties, wet with arousal, leaving her in just a T-shirt, and knelt before him in the tight space. Now it was her turn. "You mentioned payment," she purred, taking his fully recovered member in her hand. "But I haven't even started paying yet." She set to work like a true temptress, expertly. First, she gently licked his balls, rolling them around in her mouth while her hand confidently stroked his shaft. Then her tongue swept from the very base, slowly rising until her lips closed around the hot, pulsating head. She sucked on it, playing with the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, causing Maxim to groan and grip the back of the seat. "Do you like it when your dick is handled with gratitude?" she asked, releasing him for a second. Then she swallowed him whole, overcoming her gag reflex with astonishing ease, and her nose buried itself in his pubic area. She moved, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, then still, squeezing his shaft tightly with her lips. Maxim felt like he was about to cum in her mouth for the second time that evening. Ksyusha, sensing his climax approaching, stopped. "Now," she decisively wiped her mouth and lay down on the backseat, spreading her legs wide. "You said I turned you on. I want you to turn me on too. I want to feel that thick cock here." She shamelessly spread her wet, swollen labia with her fingers, inviting him inside. He didn't need to be told twice. He hovered over her and, with one powerful thrust, entered her hot, dripping womb the entire length. Ksyusha cried out in sharp, all-consuming pleasure as he filled her completely. He began to move roughly, powerfully, just as he had before—with animal passion. With each thrust, the machine shook, and loud, uncontrollable moans erupted from her throat. He felt her tighten around him, and it drove him crazy. His finger found her clit and began to stroke it aggressively, in time with his movements. "Come on, scream, my red-haired slut!" he growled. "Scream it throughout the forest!" These words overwhelmed Ksyusha. A powerful, devastating wave of orgasm coursed through her entire body. She arched and screamed so loudly that it probably echoed throughout the entire area. He pulled out of her, still hard as a rock, and rolled her over onto her stomach. "I told you, in all holes," he whispered in her ear. "And we won't forget about the ass." He dipped his finger in her abundant juices and gently but firmly began to explore her tight anal opening. Ksyusha moaned contentedly and pushed her ass back. Then he positioned the head of his cock and began to slowly, centimeter by centimeter, plunge into her forbidden hole. She was insanely tight and hot. Overcoming the initial resistance, he began to move smoothly, gradually increasing the pace. Ksyusha moaned, burying her face in the seat, and her moans were so full of pleasure that he fucked her again and again. The feeling of her ass tightly clasping him was so intense that he came powerfully and deeply, filling her with another load of sperm. They lay exhausted on the backseat when it was already dark. Ksyusha rested her head on his shoulder. "Listen," she whispered. "Maybe we should just forget about this car? There's a motel nearby. We'll walk there, and you can call a mechanic tomorrow morning. At least we'll have a proper bed. I feel like we've only just begun."