Stories From The 6 Train 2(94)

Pushing against her hands, I suddenly pull out; my thumb darts down, massaging her clit. With two other fingers I go inside her, driving them into a hook, making her moan even more loudly.

I love the feeling of her wetness on my fingers, and I make sure to share it with her. I remove my fingers abruptly from her pussy and place them over her lips. Eagerly, she opens her mouth and sucks on my fingers, the flavor of her own pussy sending shivers down her spine.

“Do you want my cock, baby girl?” I ask, my mind clouded by lust.

“Oh, God… Just give me that cock!” she begs.

“What do you call me?” I ask her.

“Please...Daddy,” she moans. “Give me that cock.”

In a quick motion of my hips I’m inside of her once again, my body pressing down on hers, sweat running down my back. She laces her legs around my back and imprisons me in a tight embrace, making my cock plunge deep inside of her in a way that makes her scream at the top of her lungs.

I don’t even care if someone is listening. All I care about is giving her what she wants.

“Make me come…” she moans. “Make me come… Fuck me hard, I…”

I can do that.

I pull out of her and motion her to place herself on all fours. She rolls over on the mattress and raises her ass at me; with one hand I feel her wet pussy aching for me and, happy to oblige her desires, I ram my cock into her hard enough for her to bury her head in a pillow, her muffled scream of pleasure bouncing off the mattress.

I push every inch into her, grabbing her hair with both hands.

“It’s… so… fucking… good…” It's all she manages to say between each stride I make inside of her. “Harder... harder... HARDER!”

I don't know if she’s screaming or whispering. I’m so fucking lost in motion, sweat tricking down both our bodies, her wet hair clinging to her face.

I go as fast and as hard as I can until her screaming makes her throat go sore. Even so, she lets out a harsh moan that makes my skin prickle, her body convulsing as an out-of-control climax takes hold of her body.

The sound of her moaning drives sparks of electricity down my body, and I feel a pleasant tightness taking hold of me. My cock jerks deep inside of her and, grabbing her by the hips with more force than is necessary, I join her in absolute paradise.

I close my eyes as my cock explodes inside of her, my cum filling her pussy and dripping down onto the sheets. I breathe out, long and hard, as if I’m breathing out all the tension that has accumulated in my body.

Only when her body goes limp do I let go of her.

I roll to the side, allowing my body to rest right next to hers. She’s breathing hard, as if she's just ran a marathon, not that I'm in much better condition. My lungs are working hard, my heart's working overtime, and all of my muscles are feeling sore from the effort.

I close my eyes, just for enough time to catch my breath. The next thing I know I’ve slipped into the land of dreams, the scent of her pussy still lingering on my cock.

For the first time in days I sleep like a baby.



I wake up with a chill. I’m still naked on top of my bed, my crumpled clothes lost on the floor. I rub both of my eyes with the back of my hand and sit up on the bed. For how long have I been asleep? Five minutes? Ten hours? I have no answer.

“Hey, wake --”, my hand expects to find her naked body still next to me, but all I find is the soft velvety mattress. I feel the silence around me, my breathing the only thing spoiling it. On the floor, all of her clothes are gone. Well, almost all of her clothes.

I smile at the sight of it.

She’s vanished like a ghost, but she’s been wicked enough to leave one last memento behind: her thong.

I imagine her tiptoeing out of my room, her pussy rubbing against the fabric of her tight pants and I almost laugh to himself.

She sure knows how to drive a man crazy. Whether I'm her stepdad or not, I’ve never had an experience like this before.

I need more.





MarketWatch Journal Flash Update





New details emerged today surrounding the beleaguered billionaire. This time rumors have surfaced that the hastily arranged marriage was nothing more than a cover up to protect Mason Kane's career.

Sources who have requested anonymity due to being close to the married couple confirm that the marriage between Mr. Kane and Lorna Lowell has yet to be consummated. While paperwork and all the bureaucratic measures have been taken, they allege that Mr. Kane seems uninterested to the point of revulsion in being intimate with Ms. Lowell. Speculation is rife within the Lowell domestic staff—who have witnessed or heard second-hand reports of the couple—whether Mr. Kane is a closet homosexual. Many anonymous sources believe at this time that Mason Kane either suffers from impotence or is gay and thus arranged the marriage with Ms. Lowell to further stave off embarrassment.