Stories From The 6 Train 2(204)

Darren knows the real torture he's inflicting. I'm so eager I can't help but writhe.

Then Darren’s hands slap down on my pussy. Hard, smacking, right on my wet pussy!

I squeal right away at the impact, it mixing with the wet sound.

The vibrating tremor running through my body makes me ache with more need even though he already make me cum. More lustful pressure builds in my stomach. I push my ass up to present myself to him and I squirm more, partly because he told me he liked it and partly because I am just reacting to his touch. Darren pulls me down to his lap and holds me down tight, and sinks his fingers inside my pussy.

Then he spanks my ass.

"Darren!” I cry out, gasping. How can he spank my pussy and my ass and make me feel like this at all? I want him to fuck me! Why is he spanking me at all? And why does he now shove his thick fingers inside my pussy? I need his cock, and I know Darren wants to fuck me.

But it feels so good.

My pussy is clenching around him because those fingers make me ache with need. God, so fucking good. That must be why he’s doing this.

"Oh god!” I scream out, unable to hold back my reaction. Every smack down on my ass heightens the lust boiling my blood. I’m shaking. It hurts in this weird way that feels so good. He spanks and fingers me and I am dying over here. How can it feel so good when he’s not fucking me yet? How can I want this so much? I don’t understand what’s happening to me now because I don’t know how I’ll be able to take that enormous cock if he’s doing this to me with his fingers. I don’t understand why Darren’s doing this instead of fucking me with his cock but like maybe it is because of just how damn good this feels. I don’t know why I seem to like it. Why I don’t want it to stop. I mean, I want him to stop and fuck me but I also…don’t want this to be over.

"You be as vocal as you like, Jenny. Music to my goddamn ears," Darren growls.

I didn’t realize I was moaning as much as I was and crying out random things until he said that. I’m allowed to talk when he takes the words out of my mouth…through my pussy. Well, yesterday was my day of silence. Today I’m bare and I belong to him, take his punishment and take his reward.

I am trembling, shivering, shaking around him. His fingers in my pussy feel so damn good feeling me up I am screaming for them. I don't know how they can feel so good. If they feel this good, then Darren’s thick cock inside me might kill me from the pleasure.

Oh, god, no, don’t think about that. I am trying so hard to stop thinking about what it would be like for his huge cock to dive into my pussy and sink into me until I’m breathing him in.

I can barely think about anything about how much I need him.

“Stop thinking and give in to the pleasure,” Darren commands in that take-charge-in-the-boardroom voice that makes my whole body quiver. “And I’ll even help you get out of your own head,” he says with a dark laugh that sends chills through my body.

Darren's spanking hand comes down hard, and when I cry out, that hand comes to my mouth. Clamps over it. His other hands pumps his fingers faster into my pussy and I scream against his hand over my mouth. I feel the ecstasy and pleasure building up inside of me, and his hand trails down my neck and chokes around my throat.

And his fingers slide out of my pussy just before I can orgasm.

"Darren, please, oh please," I start begging. He was right. I am out of my head right now. Out of my fucking mind because I am begging this torture to never stop, to keep going somewhere that I don’t even know where it is going.

Damien’s choking me hard, but that's not why I'm begging. I need to cum and he stopped me. That’s why I am begging. God, he’s not hurting me, he’s making everything feel so good that I’m so fucking confused. Because I cannot focus on anything but the fluttering, tense agony of the pressure building within me and he’s keeping on the edge with no control over my body. I’m deeply in his control and I’m terrified. Terrified because I don’t fear Darren right now. All I fear is that he’ll stop. Silence was bad enough, but this would be murder if he didn’t let me come now. I need Darren so much that my body is starting to make little promises of trade, I’ll do anything to cum. I writhe, I whimper, I gasp. I don’t know what to do.

Darren’s fingers squeeze at my neck and I feel like a warning shot has gone off. ”You wanna cum, baby girl, but you forgot that you're being punished. Your reward is over," Darren says with no trace of humor. He’s serious, and he sounds like the calm before a storm personified.

“Over?!" I yelp, gasping as he releases my throat. My reward? How could that be my reward. I didn’t get to have an orgasm. That was my punishment, right?