The Caller 05 - Riding on a subway - Sex Stories

The Caller 05 - Riding on a subway

... and wet, and began to rub it between them. He gasped and moaned slightly, looking around but getting more confident with me and after a moment enjoyed the treatment. I bent down my head as far as I could, kissing hole at the end of his dick with my lips every time it pushed out between my tits, licking it lovingly from time to time. Thinking back to my time in the booth, I became hungry for cock again, but restrained myself, wanting to see if my breasts would do the trick. And they did. After a short while, he squirted his cream up around my neck, where it ran back down onto my tits. I hurried to catch the rest of it with my lips and got a slight taste of sperm, just enough to make me want more of it. I just hope he's got it in him, I thought. I needed a real man now, fucking me like a real woman. I smiled up at him, letting him see what little cum I had collected in my mouth and swallowed it, stroking his shaft gently with my hands. He gasped, watching me fascinated, enjoying the treatment so far and obviously up for more. His hand reached down to my breast and grabbed it, squeezing it tight and feeling its shape and weight. I shuddered. This was the first time a man touched me like that in a long while. So long that I had forgotten what it was like, what feelings it stirred in me. Hungrily, I descended on the cock again. Sucking it in my mouth I felt him grow hard again after a minute or two, growing longer and longer down my throat while my head was bobbing relentlessly ...

... up and down. Once I had him all hard again and standing on his own, I pulled myself up. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered close to his ears. "Can you fuck me like a real woman?" He bit his lips. I could see his mind working, trying to figure me out, when suddenly he seemed to have come to a conclusion. He pulled up my skirt and I turned around, trying to sit down on his lap so I could ride him better. He grabbed my hips, confidently now, and directed me, the head of his dick rubbing between my legs. He seemed to be more of a man than I had given him credit for. Suddenly I paused, startled. No, I thought, this feels wrong. Is he really doing that? Without any hesitation, he had grabbed his shaft and directed it up between my buttocks, where it pressed hard against my anus, slick and wet from saliva. I had not expected this. He was going to fuck me up the ass, right here, in this dirty train, use me like a dirty whore. God, but the thought made me turn into water, dripping out between my labia, and just as his cock split my tight sphincter open I thought: Yes! Yes, this is how I want to be fucked! I groaned, feeling him enter my asshole, the first man to ever go there. His cock was warm and firm, not tepid and soft like the dildo, or cold and hard like the vegetables. It was a new, different kind of feeling, with new thoughts running through my head. Yes, I thought, this man is really taking you up the ass, Jocelyn. You're getting your asshole fucked, finally, finally, after ...