The Last Car
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Chapter 2: Total Possession
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 2: Total Possession - She wore an office dress that she had transformed into something more: a black pencil skirt that had ridden three centimeters higher than prudent when she sat down, a white silk blouse that revealed the outline of her lace bra, and silk stockings that shimmered under the yellowish lights of the car.
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The man in the suit—Javier, as revealed by his badge that had fallen from his pocket—positioned himself between her open legs. He didn’t remove his clothes. He only unbuttoned his trousers, freeing a penis that, while not as thick as the young man’s, was long, curved upward, perfect for finding the exact spot.
The young man—Malik, he whispered to himself—knelt beside her head, guiding his erection to her mouth. The tip, glistening with pre-seminal fluid, brushed against her lips, leaving a salty trail that she instinctively licked.
“Now,” Javier ordered, and his large hands grasped her hips, aligning her, preparing her.
He entered. Slowly, as he had promised, inch by inch, curving upward, massaging her G-spot with a precision that made her gasp, arch her back, and bang her head against the seat back.
Simultaneously, Malik thrust into her mouth. Not brutal, but firm, filling her, taking her breath away, making her feel the rough texture of his glans against her tongue, her palate, her throat.
They were inside. Both of them. Connected to her, front and back, a bridge of human flesh in the dark carriage of the stopped train.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Javier groaned, beginning to move with short, deep thrusts that echoed in the silence of the carriage. “And you, Malik, how’s her mouth?”
“Warm. Wet. Perfect,” Malik replied, gripping her hair, guiding his rhythm. “Suck me, Lucia. Suck me while you’re being fucked. Be the whore we know you are.”
The Rhythm
They began to move in sync. When Javier thrust upward, Malik pulled back slightly, allowing her to breathe. When Malik thrust deep into her throat, Javier paused, letting her feel the absolute fullness.
Her hands flew. One gripped Javier’s thigh, feeling the force of his thrusts. The other had slipped between her legs, rubbing her clitoris with desperate urgency, adding friction to the pleasure that coursed through her.
“Look at her,” Javier said, marveling. “She masturbates while we fuck her. She comes on her own, without us asking.”
And it was true. Lucía felt like the center of the universe. The blush had vanished, replaced by a pure, animalistic excitement that transformed her. She moaned around Malik’s cock, the sound vibrating against her skin, urging him on for more.
The train moved. A sharp clatter, a light that flickered. For a second, they thought they were resuming their journey, that they would be discovered. But it stopped again, louder this time, in complete darkness.