Stories From The 6 Train 1(144)

I stand up on top of the bed, each of my feet on the side of his waist. Unblinking, I push my dress down to my waist and then I unclasp my bra, pulling its straps down. The cups droop over my tits and I take my fingers there; I take my time as I pull them down, his hungry eyes widening as both my breasts come into sight.

Throwing the bra on top of his bare chest, I push my dress further down, making it slide down my legs. I kick it off, my heart beating fast as his eyes take in my almost naked figure. They widen even more as he glances over my tiny lace thong, and I can feel him mentally ripping it out of my body.

Sitting down on top of him, I place my crotch right above his. I rest my hands on his chest and then start to sway my hips, moving them back and forth and stroking his cock over his boxers. I feel it hardening even more, and I start becoming desperate to have him inside of me… To be on all fours while he fucks me, to be stretched wide by his huge member… But there’s time for everything. Right now, I’m under the spotlight and it’s my turn to shine.

I grind against him harder, moving my hips ferociously; I lean into him, kissing him as I move. I wonder if I’d be able to make him cum just like this, but I don’t have the mental fortitude to remain in this position for that long… So, feeling his cock pulsing against my pussy, I go lower on his body, hooking my fingers on his boxers; I tug them down his legs and throw them somewhere far off in the room. Sliding my hands from his ankles to his thighs, I lean into him, my eyes locked on his as my lips reach for his cock. I stop right before my mouth is on him, my smile turning into a grin of wickedness.

“Come on…” he groans, his cock jerking.

“Maybe I’ll make you beg… Maybe I’ll drive you crazy until you can’t take it anymore.” I love teasing him. I just do, one look into his eyes and I can almost see the flames of desire there, bright and wild and threatening to consume whatever’s in their way.

“Fucking hell…” he sighs, closing his eyes; I take the chance and, as soon as his eyes are shut, I grab his cock and keep it in place as I roll my lips down his shaft. Twirling my tongue around it, I go as deep as I can; only stopping when his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Going back up, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, ravaging his cock with my mouth. “So… fucking good…” He says, the words hanging heavily in the air.

His words make me go even harder, and I cup his balls with one hand, massaging them gently and feeling their weight against my open palm. Warm and heavy, they are busy with his seed, and I can’t help but be impressed by the amount of cum they always manage to produce. My mind harkens back to the Plaza, where I knelt in front of Lance and let him cover me from head to toe with his seed… God, that was amazing. I know I’m not exactly young, and I’m not a naive virgin girl… But, hell, I never thought I’d be doing stuff like that before Lance showed up at my doorstep. Being close to him frees the beast inside of me. And what the beast inside of me needs right now is to have his cock inside of my pussy.

Sliding my mouth back out, I lick his whole length and then position myself better. Grabbing his cock, I point it upward, lift my hips up, and then start easing myself down. His glans brushing against my thong, I flick it to the side and let it press against my folds. I hold my position—once again, he strains against the handcuffs, desperate to grab me and impale me on his cock. But I’m holding all the cards here, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“See? I can do it too…” I say with a grin, slowly allowing one inch of him inside of me. My heart is racing like mad, and I know my words are hollow: I’m not teasing him as much as I’m teasing myself. So I do the only thing I can, which is going down as fast as I can, his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. A moan tumbles out of my lips as I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls, my body allowing instinct to sit behind the steering wheel—without bothering with the build up, I start swaying my hips back and forth, his shaft massaging my insides as I go.

Throwing my head back, I slide one hand down my chest and place two fingers over my clit, rubbing it as I fuck him. It feels good to say it; I’m fucking him… It’s so easy to get lost in the semantics, but this time it means I’m the one in charge. It makes sense, really; I’m the older one in this room. God, just thinking of it is enough to make me squirm.

“Harder,” he groans, gritting his teeth and trying to thrust at me. I obey dutifully, raising my hips and letting them down in a flurry of movement, jumping up and down on his cock. My ass is bouncing and slapping his legs, and the more I do it the faster my fingers start to rub on my clit.