Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 4

... intact, shoulder straps, back and sides, elastic band around the bottom, but completely ripped open in the front. Her small pale tits staring at me, red and marked with my brutal slaps and bites and groping. Her soft belly and waist slick with sweat, with strips of light gray fabric still clinging on, all that's left of her tank top undershirt. Her thick hips have an elastic band with strips of light green fabric hanging down loosely, what was once her sexy little panties. Smooth bare legs, glisten with a sweaty dampness, red finger marks from gripping and slapping so hard. Inner thigh has a deep bite mark, a bit of dried blood.

I grab the white sweater wadded up and over her face, hiding her entire head, yanking it off, tossing it aside.

God I had forgotten how much of a mess I had made of her face. I laugh at the gross sight leaning over me. Her dark makeup is completely smeared around her face. Her dark brown hair is matted, some of it plastered to her forehead and cheek. Her eyes are partially open, staring blankly through smudges of makeup streaked with tears and other fluids. Her cheeks red from being slapped around. I bit of dried blood around her nostrils. Her mouth is a wreck, a bunch of dried crusty cum and spit caked around it, some fresh drool continuously leaks out slowly from within. The smell is disgusting. The scent of her spit, my cum, mixed with the lingering lotions and perfumes that made her smell so fresh and delicious in the beginning.

I recoil ...

... from the sight and smell. No more kisses and cuddling. My cock hardens, remembering the anger I felt earlier, remembering how much this bitch needs to get ravaged.

I grab a handful of her matted hair with one hand, and force my other hand underneath her, between her thighs, between pussy and seat. I feel around her sticky mess of a groin and find the opening, smushed tightly down against the seat with all her weight. I wiggle until I get my middle and ring finger inside her opening. I curl them tightly inside her, getting as hard a grip as I can. And I lift by hair and pussy alone. Such a savage feeling comes over me as I would clearly be causing such extreme pain if she were awake. I growl, straining muscles to lift her slightly above my head. Then I turn and slam her upside down, back first into the seat I had been sitting in behind me. Just having fun manhandling this helpless bitch. Her legs flop over the back of the seat, her arms dropping limply onto the seat below. I keep her here, upside down, fingers still gripping hard inside her, she's pressed hard against the back of the seat so she doesn't slide down.

With the hand holding her hair, I lift her head closer to my now raging cock. I kneel on the seat and quickly shove my dick straight into her disgusting mouth. A warm familiar hole. Her tongue limply caressing the topside of my cock. I push without stopping, avoiding her teeth, until I slam into the back of her throat. From this kneeling position, I can only ...