Strangers On A Train - Revisited - Sex Stories

Strangers On A Train - Revisited

... slid between her bedewed lips and I breathed in more of her musk causing my cock to throb with need. Reaching up, I unbuttoned her blouse, pleasantly surprised to find a front closure bra. Unsnapping it, I encased her full, fleshy orbs with my hands, thumbing her nipples as I moaned into her cunt. She cooed as the bridge of my nose rubbed against her engorged clit and my tongue delved into the wet recesses of her sex. I fed off her succulent flesh for five minutes before kissing my way up, through her jungle of orange hair, tongue fucking her belly button and stopping between her exposed breasts. Turning to my left, I trailed kisses up the incline until my lips met her nipple. Gently tugging on it with my teeth, I teased the tip with my tongue as I settled on top of her, my cock insinuating itself in the warm, wet valley of her pussy lips. Before I knew it, I was on my back, hands held over my head, her breasts dangling inches from my face and the helmet of my manhood peeking out from under the hood of her clit. “Now Mr. I’m-so-sure-of-myself, let me tell you how this works,” she said in a throaty whisper, as she gently rolled her hips, caressing my cock with the lips of her cunt. “First, you will refer to me as Mistress Mary! If you forget, then we stop playing. Understood?” “Yeah!” Reaching back she gave my upper thigh a quick smack. “Wrong answer!” she said as she stopped moving. “Yes Mistress Mary!” I said wiggling my hips to maintain the heavenly friction on my prick. ...

... She resumed the slow roll of her hips, smiled and continued, “Second, you will do anything and everything I tell you to do. If you question any order, or fail to follow through, we stop. Understood?” “Yes, Mistress Mary.” “Now, I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard and fuck you senseless. I intend to squeeze every ounce of sperm from those luscious looking balls of yours. Would you like that?” I nodded, quickly adding, “Yes Mistress Mary.” as I felt her rise off me. “I thought so. Then I’m going to feed it back to you. Any problem with that?” “No Mistress Mary.” Using her bra, she secured my arms over my head. “Do you have a name, slave? Or do you want me just to call you slave?” “Steven, Mistress Mary. My name is Steven,” I answered back. “Well, Steven. I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while,” she said, back to dangling her breasts just out of reach. “When you pulled that stunt on the train three months back, I knew I had to have you. And now, here we are.” Reaching down she pushed the head of my cock just inside her sopping gash. Tight. Warm. Incredibly wet. It felt amazing as it slid in, her cunt caressing every inch of my shaft. My cock involuntarily jerking as she enveloped me completely. “Now, fuck me like you mean it, Steven!” she ordered as she took my lower lip between her teeth, biting firmly but gently as she rocked her hips forward and back, allowing my cock to almost escape before devouring it again. As I felt the cheeks of her ass touch my balls. I lifted ...