Moments later, with her panties round her ankles and her mouth full of the black
policeman’s beautiful cock, Emma found herself wondering about her own confused reaction
to what was happening.
On the one hand, the policeman’s whole manner was sinister and Emma suspected if she
struggled, or objected in any way, he would hurt her. Without hesitation and possibly
badly. But what confused her was she didn’t feel like struggling or objecting. The penis
in her mouth tasted clean and salty from the man’s pre-come flowing from the tip. His
thick pubic hair smelled of cologne and his balls were big and smooth as lemons, the skin
taut to her touch as she reached her fingers into his trousers and rolled the twin
spheres, heightening his pleasure.
Time and again Emma bobbed her head up and down on the man’s cock, taking the head into
the back of her throat and then releasing the shaft, slick with saliva and come, until her
lips ovaled round the crown and she squeezed gently, cutting off his orgasm until she was
ready. She could tell from the labored breathing coming from above her the man was
enjoying what she was doing, and to tell the truth, so was she, the lips of her cunt felt
hot and swollen and warm syrup dripped from her hole down the inside of her thighs.
Emma wasn’t sure if the guy wanted to climax in her mouth or take himself to a point of
intense arousal and then fuck her and she twisted her head as much as she could to see the
expression on the man’s face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open slightly and she
guessed he wanted her to continue so she did, slowing her movements, savoring the warmth
and thickness of the penis in her mouth, the flavor of the man’s come which she had to
keep swallowing every time the big head entered the back of her throat, the masculine
scent which filled her senses every time she buried her nose in the silky black curls of
his pubic hair.
He responded by threading his fingers in her hair, holding her down a fraction longer
when she did something he liked, letting her lift her head up when she needed to breathe,
just as Tom did when she was at home in bed, kneeling over his groin as he lay on his
back, raising and lowering his hips to fuck her face with his long, thick cock as she
pushed a thickly-lubed dildo back and forth in his receptive asshole. For a moment Emma
wondered what Tom would have felt had he been able to see her giving a blowjob to a
handsome black policeman on a deserted train and suspected her lover would have been
worried sick and highly aroused by the sight at the same time. The thought cheered her
and she resolved that, whatever happened, she would not allow the man whose prick she was
sucking to harm her.
The pressure of the man’s hand on the back of her head became more insistent. Emma
sucked harder, long, drawing sucks that gave the man such pleasure he was moaning softly
deep in his chest. She could feel the skin of his balls tightening in her fingers and
knew his balls were buzzing with hot semen it was in her power to release. The thought
turned her on so much Emma longed to reach down between her legs and frig herself to
orgasm at the same time as the man emptied his balls into her mouth but she dared not
alter the rhythm of her sucking. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples taut, she longed
to be fucked or, better still, buggered, but she kept sucking prick, her own needs put
aside until the man decided what he wanted her to do next for she had no doubt the key to
her survival lay in pleasing him, being obedient, and doing whatever he demanded.
And then the hand in her hair was joined by another, holding her head in place, her mouth
still, her lips stretched wide round the shaft. The penis in her mouth throbbed, jerked,
and a gush of semen spurted onto her tongue closely followed by another. Emma swallowed
the first heavy spurt of sweet salty liquid, feeling it slide down the back of her throat,
a creamy mass that felt sensual as it slid down into her belly. She loved the feeling: it
was the main reason she loved sucking cock, that and the feeling of power it gave her to
make a man come using her dexterous tongue and soft lips.
The penis in her mouth pumped out more and more jism, so much Emma found it difficult to
swallow fast enough and she let some of the creamy rivulets of saliva and semen escape the
oval of her lips to drip from her chin and slide down the shaft. The guy grunted softly,
obviously enjoying the slippery friction of her lips on his sensitive skin. Apart from
that he said nothing and Emma felt relief wash through her that she had given him pleasure
by her skilful sucking.
Eventually the flow eased and the man allowed Emma to release his still-hard cock from
between her lips and sit up, her bare breasts on display, her panties still round her
ankles. Her eyes met his and she took a chance, reaching down to unhook them from round
her shoes and dropping them on the seat next to her. Absurdly, she found herself wanting
praise for emptying the man’s balls, as she always did from Tom who gave it unselfishly.
But this man was different and Emma knew her ordeal was far from over.
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