I had been watching her since she stepped into the subway car, wondering where she was going, what her name was, if she liked to fuck…or if she liked to make love. She struck me as the type to fuck. She also struck me as the type who would do it very well. And those girls…those girls were my favorite.
She caught my eye and smiled...but more of a polite ‘we are the only ones in the subway car’ friendly smile than an ‘oh my god! I know who you are!’ Smile. Did she recognize me?
I cocked my head a little in a ‘come sit with me’ way. She flashed me another beautiful smile and grabbed her bag, stood and walked toward me.
“What in the hell are you doing riding the subway?” she laughed easily, as if we had know each other for years. She definitely knew who I was, but seemed calm and casual.
“I like to do normal everyday things as much as I can.” I told her as she settled in next to me.
“But at 3 o’clock in the morning Justin?” I couldn’t believe how calm she was…that rarely happens. But I absolutely loved it.
“There’s less chance of anyone noticing me this late.” I took her bag and placed it on the floor between our feet for her.
“That makes sense.” She sighed, “I hate the subway personally.”
“Why are you riding the subway so late? You shouldn’t be…could be really dangerous.”
“I work really strange hours. Don’t get off until 2:30 or so.”
I found my eyes wandering over her body, and when she caught my eye, I made no attempt to hide it. She was insanely hot. Her thighs were beautifully thick and sun kissed. They looked so soft and I fought the urge to reach over and brush my fingertips over them.
I saw her watching me look her over, but she smiled and pretended not to notice. “I’m Mathilda.”
“Mathilda…” I echoed. “I don’t think I have ever met another Mathilda… I like that.”
My cock was beginning to grow hard…I wanted her so bad I could taste it.
She dropped her eyes to the erection that was now plainly visible through my jeans...and then lifted her gaze slowly back up to my eyes.
“Why don’t you do something about this for me Mathilda?” I had never been afraid to say exactly what I want.
She stared straight into my eyes and whispered, “I would love to do something about that for you.”
Thank god for girls like her…the girls who don’t waste time with the innocent act because they want it just as badly as you do and aren’t afraid to say so.
I looked around the subway seats once more to find that they were in fact still empty, and then took her face in my hands and kissed her plump lips softly…trailing the tip of my tongue along the bottom one that was jutting out as though she was pouting.
I moved down her neck, covering it with gentle kisses as well before moving on to open her shirt.
I licked and bit her nipples through the red lace of her bra. Relishing the sensation of them growing hard against my mouth. She reached down and freed her breasts from the cups, and then pulled me in again, so that I could take her hard, pink nipples into my mouth completely.
She sighed and moaned loudly as I drew them each in turn past my lips. Sucking delicately as my tongue swept against them.
As she grew hotter and began to writhe against me, I slipped my hand under her skirt, brushing against her buttery soft thighs while on my way to her pussy.
I groaned with pleasure and appreciation when I realized she wore no panties.
“Mathilda…you ought to be ashamed of yourself, you slutty little thing.” I scolded her with a teasing tone.
“Oh yeah?” she retorted, her words carried by another sensual moan, “Well, I’m not.”
She gasped and arched her back as I dipped a finger into her dripping wet cunt. Pushing into her slowly as the sounds spilling from her caused my dick to grow even harder.
She bit down hard on her lip and closed her eyes as I slipped a second finger inside her, trying to control herself.
“How many times have you thought about fucking me?” I whispered in her ear, taking her earlobe into my mouth to bite and suck it. I know that’s what nearly all of my fans are thinking…and I love it
“A thousand times Justin…” she purred, pressing down so my fingers slid into her further.
I pulled out of her and ran my fingers against her slick, swollen clit. “Do you want me to fuck you right here? Hmmm? Would you like that?”
I had been right…she liked to fuck, and she liked it dirty and rough, I could see that by the way she rode my fingers with desperate force, bouncing on them as though her life depended on it.
“Yes…” she moaned, pressing down onto my fingers even harder, as if she was riding my cock.
I went to my knees in front of her and her legs immediately fell open for me, but I was surprised when she moved her own hand down to her pussy and spread it open. Offering herself to me completely and without a drop of self consciousness. Like I said…thank god for girls like her.
I began to lap at her clit slowly, savoring the sweet taste of her as she rocked her hips against my kiss.
“Suck it Justin…” she begged. “Suck my clit.”
I gave her what she wanted and drew her clit into my mouth, sucking it gently, swirling my tongue along the swollen pearl of it.
“Yes!” she squealed. “That’s perfect! Just like that.”
My cock was now throbbing painfully so I withdrew it from my jeans and began to stroke it with gentle pumps of my fist.
Seconds later, she pushed me away… “I want to watch Justin…I want to watch you stroke that big beautiful cock of yours.”
Jesus. Where had this girl come from?
She licked her lips and watched me intently as I slid my hand up and down the length of me. Her breathing grew heavier the faster I jerked off.
I pulled her down by her hair, but held her still with a firm grip, only allowing her to suckle the head of my cock as I continued to work my hand along my shaft.
She popped my tip out of her mouth and demanded I put it into her mouth all the way. I released my cock from my grasp and drove into her mouth deeply.
She moaned with delight as I filled her mouth…sending vibrations down upon my skin.
She sucked cock beautifully, taking me into her mouth all the way to the base…which was no easy feat. Her tongue dancing along the underside of my dick, tickling the sensitive spot just beneath my head.
I wanted to talk to her…longed to whisper dirty, obscene things to her while her mouth was full of me…but she had taken my breath away and I could do nothing more than groan and thrust into her warm, wet mouth.
She glided along my cock with such perfection that I was sure if I let her continue I would cum right in her mouth, and I wasn’t ready for that yet, so I pulled away, leaving a disappointed look on her face.
Before she had the chance to speak I grabbed her hair once more and thrust her body around with a push to her tight round ass, bending her over the subway seat in front of us.
“Fuck me as hard as you want Justin…” she whined with a lust filled voice. My knees went weak for a moment as I listened to her beg me to fuck her anyway I desired.
“That’s a dangerous game you’re asking to play Mathilda…” I warned her, rubbing the head of my cock against her swollen clit from behind.
“As hard as you want.” She confirmed, ignoring my warning.
I pushed her head down against the plastic seat ahead of us and jerked her ass a little higher in the air. She wiggled and preened a bit for me…putting her wet glistening pussy on display for me like a work of art.
Yes, Mathilda was going to get it as hard as I wanted…in fact I was going to tear her to fucking pieces.
Without warning, I slammed into her…my cock entered her easily, with one smooth thrust …she was so fucking wet.
She cried out and pushed harder against my dick even though I had buried it in her to the brim and there was nothing left.
I began to fuck her with hard, violent thrusts. Driving into her with such aggression that any other girl wouldn’t have taken. Any other girl would have said to stop, but not Mathilda…She was pleading for more.
I hammered her harder, our bodies coming together with a loud smack every other second. Her moans and cries of ecstasy filled the subway car and my ears…making me feel drunk with lust.
“Fuck me just like that Justin…make me cum all over that big beautiful cock of yours…I’m almost there…don’t stop.”
“Who’s pussy is this Mathilda?” I demanded through gritted teeth. “Who fucks you the best?”
“You do Justin…You fuck me the best! And it’s your pussy! It’s all yours! Now show me how hard you can make me cum! C’mon…please!”
I searched for her clit with my left hand as I fucked her. Snaking my left hand underneath her to pinch and tweak it as I pounded her like a common whore. Although she wasn’t…I knew.
“Oh yes…” she screamed, “I’m going to cum Justin! I’m going to cum…” she trailed off, her words a mix of screams and curses and moans of deep satisfaction as her pussy tightened and gushed her sticky cum around my cock.
Her grip on my dick sent me over the edge and I erupted into her…pumping my creamy load into her greedy slutty cunt as she continued to reel from her orgasm.
I screamed out as I came….almost animal like groans and grunts bursting from me as I fucked her violently, filling her up with milky white cum.
As we both began to relax and catch our breath I slumped back down into my seat, she did the same and I thought about her thighs once more…those beautifully sexy thighs that had called to me not so long ago…thighs that were now slick with her cum and my own.