Journey into Melanie's Reality Ch. 05

She worked his penis more insistently, and his eyes fluttered open. Her mouth to his ear again, a lick before she said:

-We're on Plan B now sweetness: eat first to restore your energy, trainsex after. Um, and you might need a blue pill for this one?

-Oh jesus, fell asleep, sorry love. Shouldn't have had that second beer at the station. And yes, I'll need the pill...

-No more alcohol until after you spunk in me darling. Christ, do I need that. Over an hour to go though, let's get some food.

They visited the buffet bar, queued interminably, were not long finished eating at their seats when the train drew into Bundanoon. His fingers danced provocatively up her thighs, eyes in hers as he sank in for a kiss:

-Ready for your second trainfuck, sweetness?

He stroked the wetness as she groaned her affirmative. They were moving as soon as the train did. There were quite a few passengers left aboard, but neither cared who saw them, or what they might think.

She felt the wetness sliming her thighs as he locked the toilet door; turned to her:

-Strip, woman.

Uhuh, so that was his mood? She wasn't sure it was hers:

-After you darling.

His startled look failed to conceal an edge of annoyance. There was lust in her eyes, but something more. His uncertainty was transparent. Her hands went to his face, forced him to look at her:

-This one's on my rules. Get your clothes off man. All of them.

-Yes mistress.

She picked up his shorts, removed the leather belt from them:

-Bend over manslut. You need punished for your wicked thoughts about Karen. And your treatment of me in bed last night.

Jesus. He'd subbed to her before, though only once when she was angry. There was no anger tonight: she was completely in control. Might be even worse than when she'd ignored his safeword in her fury. He obeyed her, bent over, grasping the convenient steel tube.

-Count, manslut.

He counted. Only to four, but each of the four had all her strength and determination behind them. He emitted something between a grunt and a squeal as each flash of pain consumed him.

-Stand and look at me.

He obeyed. She was naked now, belt on the floor, fingers at her groin. Pain notwithstanding, his cock began to engorge at the vision before him. She knelt, took his flacidity in her mouth. Oh sweetfuck he loved her, this woman, his woman. When he was hard she stood, turned, bent over the washbasin so her eyes were facing the mirror:

-Service me Sandy. Pleasure your mistress.

He gazed at the vision before him: her shameless eyes hooded in expectation, perfect breasts dangling salaciously, nipples protruding in lust. He moved behind her, bent forward so his cock quivered at her swollen labia. Reached round her form, watching in the mirror as his thumbs and forefingers closed on both nipples. Watched her face as his digits tightened, tugged, twisted. Her eyes closed and she pressed back on him, so he entered the pulsing need of her cunt. He altered position slightly, watched her eyes as his head rubbed her spot. The motion of the train was all that was required and he stood still as her hand went to her clit, her face contorting. Christ, he'd never seen her as beautiful. Started moving now, short gentle thrusts, tantalisingly increasing the pressure on her cuntwall till she wailed and bucked hard against him, and he heard her ejaculation splash the toilet floor. She collapsed forward on the washbasin. He was hovering on the edge, croaked:

-Now darling, you're mine...

His cock slid from her clinging heat, eased to probe her anus. She grunted and shifted back on him till he pierced her:

-Jesus yes sweetness, take me, your beloved...

He did, crude and fast. This was for him, though he knew she needed it too. Ramfuck, taking his lover, giving her what she required, plundering her innards, till they both hovered on the edge. Drew back, one last thrust... oh jesusfuck... felt her legs quiver. She crumpled and they groaned mutual release. His arms tightened round the woman he loved, as he had loved no other before. She gasped:

-Three in one day darling. A record for us.

The train was pulling into Goulburn when they returned to their seats. They were asleep as it sighed to a halt in Canberra at ten-thirty. By the time they got their luggage off, they were the last to leave.

Of course, Phil was still up when the taxi dropped them at the bungalow. The place was a blaze of lights. She stood smiling beside the door whilst they hustled their luggage in.

- Well, my lovelies, a good trip I hope?

Melanie dug in her shoulder-bag, extracted the new Australian Literary Review she'd bought in Sydney Central:

-Page three. He only managed page seven...