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Taken on the "A" Train
(Nicola Nichols)

Around us, a rather ordinary party was going strong. A lot of it was just raucous laughter and drinking. Some people were smoking weed. Not everyone's idea of a party involves mad sex, and many of them were just talking. 



Suddenly, my lover was sitting facing me. "I found something," he said. "I figured others must have the same issue, and sure enough, there is a private car that was set aside for those who want to play."



"A private car?"



"The top of a car, actually. It isn't private, exactly, but it could be perfect if you aren't shy." 



"Shyness is not one of my characteristics."



He held up a passkey. "I have connections," he said.



I finished my drink and he held out a hand. I loved the conspiratorial smile he was giving me, and I took the hand. He led me to a narrow stairway that spiraled up to a door. 



The door was locked, but he opened it with his passkey, and we stepped into opened onto a plush room. This car wasn't nearly as crowded as the lounge, but the action here was a hell of a lot hotter. 



The room was set up like a living room and I saw people in various states of disarray and undress enjoying themselves or watching others.  



Just inside the door, a naked blonde with long hair lay on her back; her even longer legs were tightly wrapped around a bear of a man who was fucking her joyfully. I couldn't see his cock at all, but blondie was clearly enjoying having it shoved into her. The size of the guy made me want to see it better.



"Better?" my escort asked.



"Better than the outhouse? Much."



My answer pleased him. "Well, then, we can continue our pleasure where we left off." 



I reached for his zipper and pulled it down. "As I recall..." I enjoyed his moan as I got his cock out again, and stroked it, "...we were right about here."



"Yes," he sighed. "But..." He turned me to face the wall and I put my hands on the wall, bracing myself. I sighed as he lifted my dress to my waist and pulled my panties to my ankles. Then he stood, running his hands over my ass. That magic touch of his was still working and the touch, the situation gave me a rush of pleasure. 



He moved close. I felt his breath on my neck and the brush of his swollen cock against my thighs. He pushed it into my wet cunt, and I moaned as his hot, rigid flesh filled me.



He was turned on enough that he began thrusting hard, managing to rub that sweet prick against all the sensitive spots I would have asked him to rub. It was nice.



A hand touched my cheek, making me realize I'd had my eyes closed, my attention entirely focused on the movement of the cock in my cunt. When I opened my eyes, I saw the black man from the lounge. His eyes still burned into me and he was smiling at me with delight.



"You're fucking hot." Just as he said those charming words the guy with his cock in me went off. It was weird having one man's cum rushing up my vagina while this other man stroked my cheek and said sweet things. I liked it.



I looked down his body, letting my eyes rest on his bulging crotch. I reached zipper, pulling it down, and then slid my hand inside. My fingers touched a rock-hard shaft of delight. I felt its heat and licked my lips.



"Maybe you aren't so bad yourself."