Stories From The 6 Train 1(228)

Acting on impulse, I take my hand to between his legs and press it against his crotch. I start to kiss him wildly as I feel his desire pulsing against my fingers, his hard cock straining against his pants. I curl my fingers around his thick shape, grabbing him firmly, and that sets something off inside of him.

He pushes me back, and the moment my back touches the wall, he digs his fingers into my thighs and forces me to turn around. I gasp as I turn, placing both my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Moving fast, he slides one hand around my waist and presses his long fingers against my pussy, bunching up the front of my dress. I exhale sharply as I feel the pressure, a warm sweetness coating my nerve endings as I jut my ass back and press it against his crotch. His cock between my ass cheeks, I start to grind against him, stroking him over the fabric of our clothes using just my ass.

“Not an ounce of patience in you,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. He presses harder on my pussy, a violent electric thunder climbing up my spine, and I let out a subtle moan. I start to grind against him as if there is no humanity left inside of me; right now, I’m a feral animal guided by base instincts. And I just love it.

“Oh, God,” I find myself saying as Ethan flicks my thong to the side. Wasting no time, he runs one fingertip over my drenched folds and then stops on my clit, applying a maddening pressure there. “God,” I repeat, unable to find anything else to say. Electric sparks go from my clit to all my muscles, and then make their way toward my head, silencing whatever thoughts still float inside of it.

“God? No God in here but me,” he whispers against my ear, his words making me even more desperate to have his cock inside of me. Whenever I find myself with a man when I’m on a job, I never let desire take the reins… But with Ethan, that’s impossible.

Letting go of my clit, he runs his finger down my pussy again, and then simply hooks it in. I bite on my bottom lip as he pushes his finger past my folds, guiding it all the way in, and I press my forehead against the wall. With my eyes closed, I let a sweet madness take over me as he starts to move his finger in and out of me. I’m moaning now, the quivering sound of my voice echoing in the room.

“You’re moaning now,” he whispers, “but soon you’ll be screaming.”

“I’d like that,” I manage to say, and as soon as the last word leaves my lips, he takes his finger out of my pussy. He takes it to my mouth, and acting on instinct alone, I part my lips and let his finger in. Sucking it dry, I let my own fluids coat my tongue with my lustful flavor. Then, with no warning at all, he grabs me by the hips again and makes me turn to him.

With what seems like a growl, he runs his fingers through my hair once more, and forces my head back. His lips go straight to my neck, and he traces a downward line toward my breasts; the moment he goes over the curve of my right breast, he wraps his lips around my hard nipple and starts to suck on it. I exhale sharply, and taking the opportunity, he slides one hand of his under my dress. This time, he doesn’t flick my thong to the side: he grabs on it and pushes it down my legs, his movements filled with a kind of frantic anxiety.

I’m still kicking my thong off when he presses his hand against my bare pussy. His thumb goes straight to my clit, and at the same time, he pushes his index finger inside of my pussy again. Fingering me and punishing my clit, he continues to suck hard on my nipple, all the sensations blending into one another. It doesn’t take long for my moans to turn into one drawn out scream. God, if he can make me feel like this using only his fingers, I can’t imagine how good it will be once I push his pants down…

“We’re just getting started, Brittney… But I love the way you scream,” he tells me, and then starts to rub his thumb harder against my clit. This is a man who knows what he’s doing; his strokes are simple and effective, and it only takes a few seconds for my muscles to start tensing up. There’s a fire climbing up my throat, and I already hear the deep rumbling of thunder under my skin. “Let go… Come for me,” he continues, and just like that, I come undone.

Fire turns into a raging inferno, and thunder melts into it as I let out one violent scream. Pleasure rages through like a river after a flood, whispering promises of so much more as it goes through me. Grabbing his wrist, I hold his hand in place as I come, my pussy clamping around his fingers. I only let go of him when the spasms that have taken over my muscles finally start to subside.

“Now,” Ethan says, slowly sliding his finger out of my pussy, “it’s time to see what you can do.” I force my eyes open, and look into him, a devilish grin on his lips. “On your knees.” As if his words were magic, I find my knees buckling, and I go down as if God himself had cut the strings that kept me up. “Good girl.”