1. On A Train


    Date: 6/22/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    oh, oh!” she gasps as she stares at me. To my delight it’s as if her husband is of no more interest to her than the abandoned crisp packet in the corner. She works the dildo hard and fast, the hand against her clit no more than a blur. Her breathing is strained, the little moans sounding cracked and desperate. Then she’s there, gasping and whining. I wonder for a second if the door’s thick enough to prevent the sounds from transmitting themselves into the cab. The woman doesn’t care, though. She’s in a world of her own as her body is seized by orgasmic tension. Her whole body is a bundle of sexual compulsions as she gasps and gasps and gasps. She’s thrown caution to the wind, and as she slumps into a post-orgasmic near-trance, I feel it’s only right to reciprocate. She looks so delicious with her face glazed over with delight in her own daring and sexual abandon. I bring my cock back out into the open, staring at the woman’s still parted thighs as I do so. Moving my gaze to her eyes, I see that she’s staring at my erection, consciously or unconsciously licking her lips as she does so. I rise and step forward. The woman’s lips part, but she remains completely still in other respects. I slide my hand in behind her head to bring her forward, to bring her mouth to my cock. Her lips close as I insert my hard meat. Then the woman remains passive, allowing me to move my cock in her mouth. Further down the carriage I see the other passengers, still absorbed in their own little ...
    worlds. Behind me I can sense the husband’s nervousness. He shuffles his feet on the floor, no doubt thinking of the conductor in the little room behind us. The woman looks a little nervous too, but the chief impression is one of submissive eyes staring up at me as I slide my cock back and forth in her mouth. As my free hand moves down to grope her tits, I see her shyness start to reassert itself too, which lends a new dimension to proceedings. Her mouth is soft and moist and accommodating. I could fuck her mouth all night and never tire of it. The train slows, one of those mysterious changes of speed even though we’re in the middle of nowhere. Anxiety reasserts itself. The woman jerks her head back, and I let my cock slide out of her, understanding she wants to say something. “Please cum quickly,” she breathes nervously. How can one deny such a request from such a delicious lady? So far I’ve been nice, but if she wants it quick, that has to change. I stuff my cock back in her mouth, and this time I grip her head between both hands; holding it as if in a vice. Speed is of the essence, so I thrust my cock swiftly in her mouth. I can see in her eyes that she can just about take this level of face-fucking. Behind me the husband shuffles his feet again. Well, you want to see your wife with another man, this is what you get. The train speeds up, and I do the same. The woman’s mouth is awash with saliva as I thrust and thrust, working up to my own climax as quickly as I can. The woman ...
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