Stories From The 6 Train 1(230)

When his rhythm becomes so fast I can barely think, I let go of his ass and lean back on top of the table, supporting myself with my elbows. His hands go straight to my tits, and he squeezes them harshly as he fucks me, his long fingers going over the curve of my breasts and pressing down on my aching nipples.

“Faster… Faster…” I whimper, even though he’s already going fast. Even so, he somehow manages to go even faster than before, his cock going in and out of me so fast I can’t even tell when it’s coming or going. Not that it matters anyway; what matters is that we’re fucking. Finally—I can’t tell you how much I wanted this to happen. I know I’m walking on ice here; Ethan is supposed to be a target, and all this is nothing more than a job. A job I had to take because I was forced into taking it, but that doesn’t make it any less of a job. If anything, it just makes it more important for me to succeed. But what if I’m having fun? It’s not like that’s going to hurt me, right? Right?

“You’re so fucking tight,” Ethan says, more to himself than to me. It’s true; even though I’ve had my fair share of men, I remain as tight as any inexperienced woman, but with the benefit of actually being an experienced one. I just don’t know if I’ll remain this tight after he’s done with me… Because, hell, I’ve never been with someone who has a cock as massive as the one ravaging me right now. But if that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to pay the price. Oh, you can take that to the bank.

“Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to tell him. But the words die in my throat as another violent scream takes their place. As if my blood was turning into concrete, my muscles tense up all at once and an explosion goes off inside my head. Tiny incessant spasms take over my body and I start to tremble and convulse, my head thrown back in ecstasy as I come. “Fuck, fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my soul burning up. I don’t think I have ever felt this much pleasure in my life. I don’t know if it’s because of his big cock, or because he knows what he’s doing… But, hell, Ethan sure is a gift from the heavens.

As the waves of pleasure start to recede, I finally manage to open my eyes. Smiling, I look up at him and there’s that grin again. We’re just getting started, it seems to say. My insides clench as, looking into his eyes, I realize that it’s the truth: we’re just getting started.

Ethan slides his cock out of me, and flowing from one motion to the other, he grabs at my dress, now hanging limply on my waist. He pulls it down my legs, and then throws it on the ground. He looks down at my heels, and I see a flicker of lust burning in his eyes: the heels will stay, then.

Without a word, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down from the table. He turns me around then, and I place both of my hands in front of me for support. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and pulls me into him. I let myself be guided by his movements, and immediately feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks. I thrust back at him, and moving wildly, start to grind against his shaft as if I were a woman possessed.

“I want you inside of me,” I pant, trying to reach for his cock. He doesn’t even give me the time for it; pulling back, he grabs his own member and pushes its tip against my pussy. I half-expect him to simply ram it inside of me, but he keeps rubbing his glans against my drenched folds. Up and down, up and down, each time he flicks his cock the flames of lust growing fiercer inside of me. “Please,” I say, the word coming out with a drawl. As if he wanted me to beg, only now does he thrust; with one curt movement of his hips, his shaft pushes past my inner lips and goes all the way in.

Without a pause, he starts to slide his cock in and out of me at a relentless pace, each thrust of his sending waves of pleasure through my body. As his hips slap my ass, my whole body sways; the cutlery still on top of the table rattles and jumps down, hopping all the way to the edge before finally tumbling.

“It feels… It feels so…” I don’t even know what I want to say. It feels good and it feels heavenly; it’s all those things, and it’s more than that. I can hardly believe that only now I’ve met a man capable of making me feel something like this. It wouldn’t be such a big surprise if I was a virgin girl, still a foreign to lust, but I’m none of that.

“Fucking amazing. It feels fucking amazing,” he completes my sentence, his rhythm not faltering as he speaks.

“Yes… Yes, it does…” I moan out loud as I thrust back against him, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the whole room. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and he tangles his fingers in a few stray locks. Turning his hand sideways, he yanks on my hair and starts to thrust even harder; it seems that, no matter how hard he goes, there’s still something extra inside of him.