Riding the BCC Express - by Blackstone
Riding the BCC Express - by Blackstone
I stood on the train station platform on a calm seemingly peaceful starry night or should I say, an hour before dawn. I wore a Navy-blue Tank-top. It’s early Fall and the early morning air is brisk, cool and I wished I’d worn my jacket. It was my turn to open the gym and my car was in the shop and from the early diagnosis, this was going to be my standard form of transportation for at least the next few weeks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see this pretty femboi, as she came out onto the platform. She wore a pair of backless black sandals, very shapely legs that disappeared beneath a pair of 1970’s style white gym-shorts with red trim, a gray crop top tee-shirt with a white and black eagle feather and above it in block letters the words, ‘White Feather’. A black wool cap with the image of ‘Tweety Bird’ in the center of the cuffed, folded up bottom end best described sexy, cute femmie.
I looked away, chuckled, and shook my head as I said to myself. “Now if that’s not the personification of a sissy at heart, there isn’t any. I tracked the sissy as she passed by. I nodded my head to acknowledge her presence, especially since we were the only two people on the platform.
She sheepishly and nervously smiled then came to a stop about 10 feet to the left and behind me against the wall. I casually glanced back, and this time chuckled in his face. He was a cutie for sure and I considered throwing some action her way, but I knew once I get locked in on a sissy, and I smelled that boy-pussy, it gets hard, literally to turn it off. So, I decided to just chill and let this one go. That’s when I heard voices in the stairwell which grew louder along with footsteps.
Two young brothers or Street-Sweepers, (guys who sweep the streets for anything or anyone they can prey on). They looked fairly young. One sported a black hoody, and the other a royal blue baseball cap with a large letter D, at the center.
Once again, I nodded to acknowledge them as they passed by. I quickly glanced back and saw them as they eyed the sissy and I knew there would be trouble. I kept my eye on the young boys as they ventured to the back of the train station platform. It didn’t take long for me to smell the herb in the air on this breezy predawn hour.
I glanced down at my wristwatch and knew there was still at least ten minutes before the train arrived, so they had plenty of time to make their move and that’s exactly when they made their move. They pretended to be casual as they returned back down the platform. I considered giving the sissy a head’s up, but I could see, she was already pretty nervous and didn’t want to be too presumptuous.
“What’s faggot?” The shorter of the two young men snapped as they approached the sissy and he adjusted his baseball cap.
“Hi, hello.” she answered sheepishly.
“Yo, check this out…” the taller and darker k** who wore the hoody stated, “Empty your pockets. Whatever belonged to you, now belongs to us.”
“I…I don’t have much money.”
“Did I ask you how much money you had punk, empty your fucking pockets…now.” The taller k** barked.
“Hold up…hold up, youngsters. I got some bad news; the bitch is with me.” I declared.
“Bullshit,” the shorter guy fired back. “You saying this…what this faggot is wit you, what…she’s your…what…girlfriend?”
“She belongs to me, and let’s leave it at that.”
“And who the fuck is you?” The light brown-skinned k** challenged and if she’s your bitch, why are you all the way over there and she’s all the way back here?”
“I had to put the bitch on time out, that’s why. Stupid bitch got up late this morning and didn’t give me my wake-up blow job.”
“Oh, shit,” the two guys laughed.
“Damn, homie be hitting them weights, hard.” The taller guy exclaimed as he scanned my heavily muscled, rich dark walnut-colored skin.
“So, seriously dog, you be busting this faggot out or what?” The tall k** asked. I could sense he was a potential Bitchmaker and noticed his state of arousal.
“Some days, she can barely walk after I wear this shit out.” I bold stated and we all chuckled, as I snatched her close and palmed her ass as if I owned it. However, I could sense the shorter guy wanted to try me as he remarked.
“So, you like faggots, huh, so what does that make you?”
I slightly stepped closer, yanked open a Velcro strap above my cargo pants pocket and displayed the pearl-handled handgun, and fired back. “Somebody who knows how to operate on these streets at night.”
“A lot of people have guns on the streets,” the shorter k** snapped fired back
“Does it look like I’m scared,” I returned volleyed as I gave them both direct eye contact.
“Alright, we good homie we good.” The taller man stated. “I heard, you’re still gay, whether your pitchin or catchin.”
“Really, I didn’t know they wrote a book on shit like that. Yo bitch,’ I barked as I squeezed this femmie and pulled her closer.”
The femboy’s body shivered next to me. I immediately wrapped my muscular arm around her waist, pulled her even closer, and kissed her on the lips which got a loud hush tone from our audience of two.
“Oh shit, that Nigg@z for real.” the tall young man exclaimed.
“Have a good one fellas.” I stated with strength as I tightly gripped the sissy’s waist and guided her further down the platform, then glanced back to see the thuggish duo as they disappeared down the steps.
“Th, thank you, mister, you really saved my neck.” The femboy cried as he tried to break free of my grasp, but I held him tightly and firmly.
“What the fuck are you doin out here this time of night?”
“It’s kind of a long story.”
“Well, give me the short version.”
“I’m starting a job at a restaurant downtown. I could catch the bus a block away from my home but that would mean I’d have to go to Mott Street, transfer to the local train and then transfer to this train because it goes express a few stops from here. If that makes any sense to you.”
“It makes perfect sense until you factor in that you walked your punkass into a black neighborhood with plenty of guys looking for pretty guys like you to prey on.”
I felt the sissy as she struggled to break free of my hold around her waist. I could feel her warm skin on mine as I yanked her closer to me.
“Please mister, they’re gone now, you let me go?”
“Don’t be afraid of me…what’s your name sissy?”
“I don’t like it when you call me that and my name is Terry.”
“Call me Black Rob, and you know that you owe me, big time…right?”
“Yes, I guess so,” He fired back.
“What the fuck, I guess I should go back and let your friends know you’re free to fuck with.”
“Oh no, please, don’t…don’t do that.”
“That’s much better. Now that we have that established, let’s be clear on a few other things. Do you know why I stopped them from fucking with you, Terry?”
“I’m not sure, why.”
“The answer’s simple. I love femboy’s like you, ‘White Feather’.” I snickered.
“Huh, oh yeah, my tee-shirt, do you like it?”
“I like you pretty femmie. Now, I got a question for you. As you said, I just saved your ass. How do you plan to pay me back for sticking my neck out for you?”
“I’m not sure, what would you like me to do, sir?”
“I think you already know what to do sissy, so stop pretending.”
“Oh wow, you really have a nice body, are you a competitive bodybuilder?”
“Don’t try to change the subject sissy, answer the question. How do you plan on making it up to me for saving your worthless ass?”
“Give you a…blow job?”
“No faggot, anybody can do that, I want you to suck my big black dick, right here, right now.”
“But…what about the train. Shouldn’t it be here in a minute or so?”
“So, that means you need to get started…now bitch.” I demanded.
“But suppose…ouch, why’d you slap me?” He cried.
“Because you’re slow to follow orders. Now get down on your knees and do as I tell you to, pussy.”
The sissy reluctantly dropped to her knees, and as she unbuckled my belt, and freed my cock, she looked down toward the end of the platform. I guess she hoped the train’s arrival would bail her out. I grabbed her head and forced her down on my rock-hard and ready tool as it flexed and twitched with hot anticipation.
Her mouth was so warm and moist and fit perfectly around my ebony spear. The femmie was damn good at cock pleasure and displayed a true passion for cock adoration as she flickered her tongue rapidly about my uncut flesh spear.
We both glanced down the platform and could see the train lights a few stations away.
She attempted to climb to her feet as she declared. “Okay, here comes the…ouch!”
“I slapped this bitch, knocked off her wool cap, and saw her spiky blue hair.
“Bitch, what is wrong with you. Don’t worry about the train. Your only goal right now is suckling up on that dick, now stay focused.” I demanded.
I supposed with the knowledge that the train would be here soon, the pretty faggot increased her efforts and sucked my black dick like an inf*nt, suckles mommy’s tit.
“Look at you faggot with all that black dick in your mouth. You love it, don’t you pussy?”
“Yes sir,” she moaned.
“That’s not how you address me bitch, from now on, call me Black Daddy. You got that?”
“Yes”
“Yes, what bitch?”
“Yes, black daddy.” She moaned softly as she nursed my needy member.
I could see the lights of the train only a station away as the sissy worked feverishly to summon my hot protein-rich payload.
This little femmie tried to get slick when she attempted to turn her head as she sucked my cock and was quickly rewarded with a slap upside her head along with a stern warning.
“Bitch if try to look down this platform one more time, I swear, I’ll throw your worthless ass right down on the tracks.”
When she wasn’t distracted, I have to admit, this sissy could really suck a cock. I didn’t have to even palm her head to force it for fear I’d blow my load too soon.
We felt the station as it subtly rumbled beneath us. I reached maximum stiffness, and my cock juice raced up my Nubian spear, just as the station flooded with a bright light and the sound of the noise grew louder, my cock head swelled with my baby-making batter.
“Stay focused bitch, we are all…most…there,” I stated.
I guess I should’ve been thankful that the train lights prevented anyone, especially the motorman from clearly seeing what transpired on the platform, but by then it didn’t matter. Just as the front car passed by, my cock fired short, rapid cum shots repeatedly as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.
I recovered as the train slowly rolled to a stop.
“Hurry up and clean me up bitch.” I barked.
As the car doors slid open, the femboy jumped to her feet and wiped her mouth, as I pushed her inside the train.
A man sat right at the opposite side of the car doors. He wore a mechanic’s outfit and seemed to suspect what had transpired and the woman in a nurse’s uniform who sat beside him twisted her lips to convey her suspicions, but I didn’t give a fuck as I pointed for the sissy to go to the back of the car. In spite of the nurse’s judgmental expression, the guy with her seemed to give me a subtle nod of admiration for my kinky arrogance.
The sissy took a seat and I immediately made her get up and sit on her knees as I sat down in front of her. I boldly took a handful of coins out of my pocket and dropped them to the floor.
“Stay on your knees, pick up my change slut.”
As she performed this action, I took her free hand and placed it over my still hard cock.
After a few stops, the couple left the train, but a few others got on but stayed upfront which was fine with me, because now I had this cock hungry sissy’s head buried in my crouch and pressed tightly on my black hard dick, albeit inside my pants.
I wanted her to blow me right on that train. She didn’t want to late for her first day on the job, so she begged me to let her go and I only did so on the condition she’d meet me ten minutes earlier, at a neutral location the next morning, and we’d walk to the station together.
I wasn’t surprised when she showed up. She enjoyed my dominant ways and big black cock. I kissed her as any man would kiss his bitch, then wrapped my arms around her waist, led her up to the platform, and led her to the far end and up to a guardrail that overlooked the street. I kissed her with a deep hungry passion, then forced her to her knees and allowed her to suck my cock, which she performed excellently. I forced her to her feet, spun her around, bend her over the rail, dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks, and ate that ass-pussy until she pranced up and down on her toes.
I stood up, had her spread open her beautiful well-rounded ass cheeks, and drove my black spear right inside her taunt anal entrance which gave no resistance, I might add.
Her warm, soft ribbed ass walls gripped my big black cock as I slapped her face and ass cheeks playfully but with authority and berated her with a verbal diatribe of insults.
“Fucking slut, you wanted me to fuck you from the moment you saw me, didn’t you…didn’t you faggot, answer me bitch?”
“YES, YES BLACK DADDY, OOOH YOUR DICK IS SO FUCKIN, FUCKING BIG…OOOOH”
The morning air was cool, but our bodies were on fire as I drilled that bitch like a savage, gripped her hair, and went at her at a brutal pace as she whined.
“Oh, Black daddy, destroy it, destroy my ass pussy.
I’m not sure if that was her intention but all and all, her sexual verbiage sent me into an all-out cock assault on that ass pussy. I gritted my teeth, clenched my hands and wacked that ass fiercely. I tried to control my sexual rage, but it was a lost cause, as I leaned forward and gave her breast nipples a firm pinch and twist.
“Oh, fuck me daddy, oh god kill that pussy black…black daddy.’ She cried in a controlled chant and I did just that.
I slid my tongue up the length of her neck spun her head around and kissed her with a deep urgent passion. My breath was heavy as I bit her earlobe and whispered in her ear in cadence each time I thrust and slammed into her.
“You’re my bitch from now on…got that slut, from now on, this ass-pussy is mine and there’s nothing…you…can…do…to stop it, except…take it…take it…swallow all this big black Johnson up your pretty pink ass, bitch.”
I didn’t see the light of the train until it pulled in the station prior to our own. I knew I didn’t have much time left so I just let her have it full-throttle.
I gripped her neck, took a wide-legged stance, and pumped her ass-pussy until she sobbed. I was just about to blow my load, as we both discovered the rail was actually a gate door that swung open. I can’t say if that only added to our heated adrenaline rush or what but as I gripped her hair and yanked her and we both fell backward. I landed on my back and she on top of me as my cock vomited up a monster load of African brew. In spite of our best efforts we just couldn’t recover from the ordeal before the train left the station without us.
In the following weeks, we had our little fuck commute, and once I got my car back, we continued to cultivate our relationship.
Eventually, I accepted a personal trainer’s position at a gym out on the Island, and she advanced high up on the latter and became one of the head chefs at a high-end restaurant
We’ve tried to hook again awhile later, but the timing just wasn’t right so, if could no longer, move along, by getting it on, we decided to just move on.
END
Eliminado
I stood on the train station platform on a calm seemingly peaceful starry night or should I say, an hour before dawn. I wore a Navy-blue Tank-top. It’s early Fall and the early morning air is brisk, cool and I wished I’d worn my jacket. It was my turn to open the gym and my car was in the shop and from the early diagnosis, this was going to be my standard form of transportation for at least the next few weeks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see this pretty femboi, as she came out onto the platform. She wore a pair of backless black sandals, very shapely legs that disappeared beneath a pair of 1970’s style white gym-shorts with red trim, a gray crop top tee-shirt with a white and black eagle feather and above it in block letters the words, ‘White Feather’. A black wool cap with the image of ‘Tweety Bird’ in the center of the cuffed, folded up bottom end best described sexy, cute femmie.
I looked away, chuckled, and shook my head as I said to myself. “Now if that’s not the personification of a sissy at heart, there isn’t any. I tracked the sissy as she passed by. I nodded my head to acknowledge her presence, especially since we were the only two people on the platform.
She sheepishly and nervously smiled then came to a stop about 10 feet to the left and behind me against the wall. I casually glanced back, and this time chuckled in his face. He was a cutie for sure and I considered throwing some action her way, but I knew once I get locked in on a sissy, and I smelled that boy-pussy, it gets hard, literally to turn it off. So, I decided to just chill and let this one go. That’s when I heard voices in the stairwell which grew louder along with footsteps.
Two young brothers or Street-Sweepers, (guys who sweep the streets for anything or anyone they can prey on). They looked fairly young. One sported a black hoody, and the other a royal blue baseball cap with a large letter D, at the center.
Once again, I nodded to acknowledge them as they passed by. I quickly glanced back and saw them as they eyed the sissy and I knew there would be trouble. I kept my eye on the young boys as they ventured to the back of the train station platform. It didn’t take long for me to smell the herb in the air on this breezy predawn hour.
I glanced down at my wristwatch and knew there was still at least ten minutes before the train arrived, so they had plenty of time to make their move and that’s exactly when they made their move. They pretended to be casual as they returned back down the platform. I considered giving the sissy a head’s up, but I could see, she was already pretty nervous and didn’t want to be too presumptuous.
“What’s faggot?” The shorter of the two young men snapped as they approached the sissy and he adjusted his baseball cap.
“Hi, hello.” she answered sheepishly.
“Yo, check this out…” the taller and darker k** who wore the hoody stated, “Empty your pockets. Whatever belonged to you, now belongs to us.”
“I…I don’t have much money.”
“Did I ask you how much money you had punk, empty your fucking pockets…now.” The taller k** barked.
“Hold up…hold up, youngsters. I got some bad news; the bitch is with me.” I declared.
“Bullshit,” the shorter guy fired back. “You saying this…what this faggot is wit you, what…she’s your…what…girlfriend?”
“She belongs to me, and let’s leave it at that.”
“And who the fuck is you?” The light brown-skinned k** challenged and if she’s your bitch, why are you all the way over there and she’s all the way back here?”
“I had to put the bitch on time out, that’s why. Stupid bitch got up late this morning and didn’t give me my wake-up blow job.”
“Oh, shit,” the two guys laughed.
“Damn, homie be hitting them weights, hard.” The taller guy exclaimed as he scanned my heavily muscled, rich dark walnut-colored skin.
“So, seriously dog, you be busting this faggot out or what?” The tall k** asked. I could sense he was a potential Bitchmaker and noticed his state of arousal.
“Some days, she can barely walk after I wear this shit out.” I bold stated and we all chuckled, as I snatched her close and palmed her ass as if I owned it. However, I could sense the shorter guy wanted to try me as he remarked.
“So, you like faggots, huh, so what does that make you?”
I slightly stepped closer, yanked open a Velcro strap above my cargo pants pocket and displayed the pearl-handled handgun, and fired back. “Somebody who knows how to operate on these streets at night.”
“A lot of people have guns on the streets,” the shorter k** snapped fired back
“Does it look like I’m scared,” I returned volleyed as I gave them both direct eye contact.
“Alright, we good homie we good.” The taller man stated. “I heard, you’re still gay, whether your pitchin or catchin.”
“Really, I didn’t know they wrote a book on shit like that. Yo bitch,’ I barked as I squeezed this femmie and pulled her closer.”
The femboy’s body shivered next to me. I immediately wrapped my muscular arm around her waist, pulled her even closer, and kissed her on the lips which got a loud hush tone from our audience of two.
“Oh shit, that Nigg@z for real.” the tall young man exclaimed.
“Have a good one fellas.” I stated with strength as I tightly gripped the sissy’s waist and guided her further down the platform, then glanced back to see the thuggish duo as they disappeared down the steps.
“Th, thank you, mister, you really saved my neck.” The femboy cried as he tried to break free of my grasp, but I held him tightly and firmly.
“What the fuck are you doin out here this time of night?”
“It’s kind of a long story.”
“Well, give me the short version.”
“I’m starting a job at a restaurant downtown. I could catch the bus a block away from my home but that would mean I’d have to go to Mott Street, transfer to the local train and then transfer to this train because it goes express a few stops from here. If that makes any sense to you.”
“It makes perfect sense until you factor in that you walked your punkass into a black neighborhood with plenty of guys looking for pretty guys like you to prey on.”
I felt the sissy as she struggled to break free of my hold around her waist. I could feel her warm skin on mine as I yanked her closer to me.
“Please mister, they’re gone now, you let me go?”
“Don’t be afraid of me…what’s your name sissy?”
“I don’t like it when you call me that and my name is Terry.”
“Call me Black Rob, and you know that you owe me, big time…right?”
“Yes, I guess so,” He fired back.
“What the fuck, I guess I should go back and let your friends know you’re free to fuck with.”
“Oh no, please, don’t…don’t do that.”
“That’s much better. Now that we have that established, let’s be clear on a few other things. Do you know why I stopped them from fucking with you, Terry?”
“I’m not sure, why.”
“The answer’s simple. I love femboy’s like you, ‘White Feather’.” I snickered.
“Huh, oh yeah, my tee-shirt, do you like it?”
“I like you pretty femmie. Now, I got a question for you. As you said, I just saved your ass. How do you plan to pay me back for sticking my neck out for you?”
“I’m not sure, what would you like me to do, sir?”
“I think you already know what to do sissy, so stop pretending.”
“Oh wow, you really have a nice body, are you a competitive bodybuilder?”
“Don’t try to change the subject sissy, answer the question. How do you plan on making it up to me for saving your worthless ass?”
“Give you a…blow job?”
“No faggot, anybody can do that, I want you to suck my big black dick, right here, right now.”
“But…what about the train. Shouldn’t it be here in a minute or so?”
“So, that means you need to get started…now bitch.” I demanded.
“But suppose…ouch, why’d you slap me?” He cried.
“Because you’re slow to follow orders. Now get down on your knees and do as I tell you to, pussy.”
The sissy reluctantly dropped to her knees, and as she unbuckled my belt, and freed my cock, she looked down toward the end of the platform. I guess she hoped the train’s arrival would bail her out. I grabbed her head and forced her down on my rock-hard and ready tool as it flexed and twitched with hot anticipation.
Her mouth was so warm and moist and fit perfectly around my ebony spear. The femmie was damn good at cock pleasure and displayed a true passion for cock adoration as she flickered her tongue rapidly about my uncut flesh spear.
We both glanced down the platform and could see the train lights a few stations away.
She attempted to climb to her feet as she declared. “Okay, here comes the…ouch!”
“I slapped this bitch, knocked off her wool cap, and saw her spiky blue hair.
“Bitch, what is wrong with you. Don’t worry about the train. Your only goal right now is suckling up on that dick, now stay focused.” I demanded.
I supposed with the knowledge that the train would be here soon, the pretty faggot increased her efforts and sucked my black dick like an inf*nt, suckles mommy’s tit.
“Look at you faggot with all that black dick in your mouth. You love it, don’t you pussy?”
“Yes sir,” she moaned.
“That’s not how you address me bitch, from now on, call me Black Daddy. You got that?”
“Yes”
“Yes, what bitch?”
“Yes, black daddy.” She moaned softly as she nursed my needy member.
I could see the lights of the train only a station away as the sissy worked feverishly to summon my hot protein-rich payload.
This little femmie tried to get slick when she attempted to turn her head as she sucked my cock and was quickly rewarded with a slap upside her head along with a stern warning.
“Bitch if try to look down this platform one more time, I swear, I’ll throw your worthless ass right down on the tracks.”
When she wasn’t distracted, I have to admit, this sissy could really suck a cock. I didn’t have to even palm her head to force it for fear I’d blow my load too soon.
We felt the station as it subtly rumbled beneath us. I reached maximum stiffness, and my cock juice raced up my Nubian spear, just as the station flooded with a bright light and the sound of the noise grew louder, my cock head swelled with my baby-making batter.
“Stay focused bitch, we are all…most…there,” I stated.
I guess I should’ve been thankful that the train lights prevented anyone, especially the motorman from clearly seeing what transpired on the platform, but by then it didn’t matter. Just as the front car passed by, my cock fired short, rapid cum shots repeatedly as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.
I recovered as the train slowly rolled to a stop.
“Hurry up and clean me up bitch.” I barked.
As the car doors slid open, the femboy jumped to her feet and wiped her mouth, as I pushed her inside the train.
A man sat right at the opposite side of the car doors. He wore a mechanic’s outfit and seemed to suspect what had transpired and the woman in a nurse’s uniform who sat beside him twisted her lips to convey her suspicions, but I didn’t give a fuck as I pointed for the sissy to go to the back of the car. In spite of the nurse’s judgmental expression, the guy with her seemed to give me a subtle nod of admiration for my kinky arrogance.
The sissy took a seat and I immediately made her get up and sit on her knees as I sat down in front of her. I boldly took a handful of coins out of my pocket and dropped them to the floor.
“Stay on your knees, pick up my change slut.”
As she performed this action, I took her free hand and placed it over my still hard cock.
After a few stops, the couple left the train, but a few others got on but stayed upfront which was fine with me, because now I had this cock hungry sissy’s head buried in my crouch and pressed tightly on my black hard dick, albeit inside my pants.
I wanted her to blow me right on that train. She didn’t want to late for her first day on the job, so she begged me to let her go and I only did so on the condition she’d meet me ten minutes earlier, at a neutral location the next morning, and we’d walk to the station together.
I wasn’t surprised when she showed up. She enjoyed my dominant ways and big black cock. I kissed her as any man would kiss his bitch, then wrapped my arms around her waist, led her up to the platform, and led her to the far end and up to a guardrail that overlooked the street. I kissed her with a deep hungry passion, then forced her to her knees and allowed her to suck my cock, which she performed excellently. I forced her to her feet, spun her around, bend her over the rail, dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks, and ate that ass-pussy until she pranced up and down on her toes.
I stood up, had her spread open her beautiful well-rounded ass cheeks, and drove my black spear right inside her taunt anal entrance which gave no resistance, I might add.
Her warm, soft ribbed ass walls gripped my big black cock as I slapped her face and ass cheeks playfully but with authority and berated her with a verbal diatribe of insults.
“Fucking slut, you wanted me to fuck you from the moment you saw me, didn’t you…didn’t you faggot, answer me bitch?”
“YES, YES BLACK DADDY, OOOH YOUR DICK IS SO FUCKIN, FUCKING BIG…OOOOH”
The morning air was cool, but our bodies were on fire as I drilled that bitch like a savage, gripped her hair, and went at her at a brutal pace as she whined.
“Oh, Black daddy, destroy it, destroy my ass pussy.
I’m not sure if that was her intention but all and all, her sexual verbiage sent me into an all-out cock assault on that ass pussy. I gritted my teeth, clenched my hands and wacked that ass fiercely. I tried to control my sexual rage, but it was a lost cause, as I leaned forward and gave her breast nipples a firm pinch and twist.
“Oh, fuck me daddy, oh god kill that pussy black…black daddy.’ She cried in a controlled chant and I did just that.
I slid my tongue up the length of her neck spun her head around and kissed her with a deep urgent passion. My breath was heavy as I bit her earlobe and whispered in her ear in cadence each time I thrust and slammed into her.
“You’re my bitch from now on…got that slut, from now on, this ass-pussy is mine and there’s nothing…you…can…do…to stop it, except…take it…take it…swallow all this big black Johnson up your pretty pink ass, bitch.”
I didn’t see the light of the train until it pulled in the station prior to our own. I knew I didn’t have much time left so I just let her have it full-throttle.
I gripped her neck, took a wide-legged stance, and pumped her ass-pussy until she sobbed. I was just about to blow my load, as we both discovered the rail was actually a gate door that swung open. I can’t say if that only added to our heated adrenaline rush or what but as I gripped her hair and yanked her and we both fell backward. I landed on my back and she on top of me as my cock vomited up a monster load of African brew. In spite of our best efforts we just couldn’t recover from the ordeal before the train left the station without us.
In the following weeks, we had our little fuck commute, and once I got my car back, we continued to cultivate our relationship.
Eventually, I accepted a personal trainer’s position at a gym out on the Island, and she advanced high up on the latter and became one of the head chefs at a high-end restaurant
We’ve tried to hook again awhile later, but the timing just wasn’t right so, if could no longer, move along, by getting it on, we decided to just move on.
END
Eliminado
4 years ago
