Night Train

With Isabelle's clothing removed, my head was now placed at the opening between her two legs. With wanton abandon and now with two free arms, she brought her hands to either side of my head, and holding my head, pulled me toward her dripping cunt. I extended my tongue out, tasting the cum on her lips, the muskiness making me nearly dizzy with lust. I lay my tongue flat and licked up from her canal up to above her swollen clit, and repeated a few times slow then fast, measuring her response.

Her hips bucked, pushing my face further into her quim, gyrating her hips keeping my tongue in contact with the engorged bundle of nerves. Swirling the nub with my tongue, and hearing the moans Isabelle was making was getting me so hard I just wanted to slam her right then. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my cock onto the floor.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, my teeth clamping down. My arms behind me thrashing as I worked my hands out of the shirt. Wrenching my hands free finally, I buried one finger deep into Isabelle. Pumping furiously I continued to suck on her clit, her excitement building, her hands filled with the sheets clamped enough to drive those manicured nails into the palms of her hands. Her cunt becoming slick with juices as her tunnel began to pulse around my fingers.

"More Rick! Fuck my pussy harder!!" She was riding close to the edge, and I slipped a second finger into her, hearing her gasp as I began to stroke and pump the inside of my sweet darling Isabelle. I looked up and could see the ecstasy on her face, knowing that she was so close. With the hand already pumping furiously into her, I stroked her clit with my thumb and it was her undoing as her juices flooded over my hand, onto the sheets. Before she could completely come down from the high, I moved up and plunged my throbbing cock into her. Isabelle's voice screaming out in absolute pleasure as my cock drilled deep into her.

"Yes! Fuck Me!!" she cried between clenched teeth, pushing herself up onto her elbows, watching my cock drive deep into her. She wrapped her feet up over my pistoning ass, pulling me in with every stroke. I leaned forward on one hand, the other moving up and taking a grip on her breast squeezing and driving her over the edge again. I had to withdraw not to blow my load right then.

Isabelle lay twitching, her eyes heavily lidded, filled with lust. Shakily she got on her knees in front of me before grabbing my ass and shoving my cock down her throat, taking my length completely. Her throat constricted around me, and I was done. I emptied my load into her throat, and she eagerly swallowed every drop. She continued to massage my cock with her mouth and tongue, rubbing my balls. "Isabelle..." I gasped, the blood already returning to my dick with the attention it was receiving.

She turned, shaking her ass in front of me. "Take me" It was all she needed to say. I reached over to the ice bucket I had brought in earlier, pulling the champagne and removing the cork with a pop. I moved behind her, moving down so that my mouth was again at her entrance. I lifted the bottle to just above her ass and allowed the bottle to dribble down onto her ass, running down to my tongue now lapping at her entrance, probing softly with my tongue.

Isabelle reached over to the bucket next, taking ice and popping it into her mouth, again she turned toward me and took my cock into her now icy mouth. The mixture of heat from her mouth, and the cool wetness of the ice was incredible. I reached into the ice as well, running a single piece down her back as her head bobbed keeping the head of my cock inside. I reached around and ran the ice around her already hard nipple, the coldness puckering and pulling the nipple taught even more.

She pulled her mouth from me, growling in desire, before swinging me on the bed face up. My own tie made a re-appearance now twisting around my wrists and fastened to the frame of the bed. "Now I will ride you my Fuck toy" She knelt straddling my stomach, my cock just touching her ass. Isabelle leaned forward, taking my bottom lip between her teeth, biting lightly and pulling my lip up. Sliding back I can feel my cock resting between her pussy lips, the wetness slicking my cock, it jumping against her, twitching in anticipation.

She sat back settling the head of my dick just inside her dripping cunt, and raking her nails down my chest leaving red trails as her thighs shake trying to control herself not to impale her pussy on my member. As her hands reached my abdomen she shifted and forcefully down, taking my full length inside. Taking a moment to adjust to the fullness, she then began to roll her hips, her pelvis bucking with my throbbing cock inside. Isabelle threw her head back enjoying the feeling, riding the building burning in her core.

I could do little with my hands tied, but enjoy the vision of her gliding up and down, the noise of her wet flesh on mine, watching the juices flow where our two bodies joined. I strained my head forward, hoping to bring her attention back to my lips, have her lips tasting mine, but her pace began to pick up, my head flopping back as the pleasure began to build in my own body.

Her pace became frantic as her hips slammed against mine, I wanted to cum so bad inside of her. Then she stopped, just crashing down, burying me to the hilt again. "Oh I'm not done yet." she leaned forward, her tongue licking from my chin to the end of my nose. That was when she raised herself up off of me, taking me in her hand and stroking a few times.

She took her other hand and as she turned her body away from me, stuck her hand between her legs, rubbing the wetness there and moving moisture from front to back. I could see her slide her first finger slowly into her puckered ass. Then a little more quickly, and a little deeper. She kept stroking me in time to these motions.

I watched her add a second finger, spreading her ass making it wet and ready. Then she drove the head of my already pulsing cock onto the ring of muscle, pushing me into her ass. The friction almost made my head explode. She began to move, slowly taking more and more inside herself, I could feel her fingers moving on the front, rubbing her clit to bring her closer to yet another mind shattering orgasm.

I had never experienced anal sex before, and the sensations of this different set of muscles working my cock from the base to the tip was just too much, but I had to hold back, Isabelle's breathing was in short rasps, Her head thrown back in ecstasy. Sweat covered both our bodies as I pounded into her. Finally I felt her body convulse as her orgasm hit, bucking and rolling. Her anus pulsing around my cock as I too succumbed to the moment and had the most intense orgasm of my own life. Pulsing and sending hot strings of white cum deep into her round firm ass.

Coming down from the high we had both experienced, she lay back, arching to reach the place that my hands were still tied and released me. We fell onto our sides, my cock still deep in her ass, my hand cupping her breast and my other draped over us as we fell into slumber.

I awoke to the sound of someone at the door, stating that we would be arriving in twenty minutes in Chicago. Looking around the compartment I found myself alone. There was no trace that anyone had been in the room with me other than, well myself. I couldn't even smell her perfume. It was as if she never existed.

I stumbled into the lavatory and splashed water on my face. Had it all been just a dream?

As the train pulled into the station, I still had not found Isabelle. She seemed to have vanished completely. I spoke to the hostess and the waiters from the night before, and they didn't remember anyone fitting her description, in fact they didn't even remember me. Could I have just imagined it all?

I disembarked from the train, the platform as crowded as in New York, not only with those of us leaving the train, but of course those planning for the return trip to Manhattan. I tried to see her, I was sure that she was more than just a dream. But she was not there. I was sure I saw for just a moment a navy suit, and heard the click of heels before steam from the engine obscured my vision, but was it just a mirage?

Soon the platform was clear. It was just the porters moving baggage, and the maintenance crew sweeping down the platform. It was time to move on, and move to my new life. Eventually I would forget her.

I don't know what time it was, but it must have been late. What I do remember was being shaken awake and looking up into the darkness and seeing her silhouette from the light of the kitchen.

"Rich, come to bed! It's almost three A.M." Bella was dressed in a light robe, she rarely went to bed in a nightgown. We both preferred to sleep nude.

I glanced at the television which was now grey static. I guess the old movie I was watching was over, maybe sometime around one. Was it all a dream? I stood up from the couch, using the remote to turn off the set. I turned toward our bedroom where Bella was standing, her hand loosening the tie on her robe. "Come to bed and make me your Fuck toy" she said.

Maybe it wasn't all a dream. Where is my bucket of ice?