“Talk of the devil,” replied the young man, as the compartment door slid open and in came a dark-haired young lady in a conductor’s uniform, high heels clicking, and pushing a trolley piled high with a varied selection of dildos and vibrators. “Lick my pussy, sir; lick my pussy, ma’am. I’m Tracy, and I’m your customer fucker for this journey. Is either of you interested in hiring any toys for the journey? Or ordering any fuck-services?”
“I pre-ordered a blowjob,” said the man.
“Oh yes, Mister Daniels, isn’t it?” said Tracy, checking her manifest. “Would you mind waiting about half an hour, sir? I’ve got a lesbian threesome in Compartment One; but daisy-chains work better with four, so I need to go and eat cunt with them first. Then I’ll do your blowjob. Then I get on to the really messy shit. The guys in Compartment Three want a bukkake. And the guys in Four have pre-paid for an anal gangbang, and have ordered ten cans of whipped cream as well!” On the screen the three cocks were now squirting thick ropes of hot cum onto the skinny blonde’s delighted face. “So, I’ll be back shortly: hope that’s okay? Oh, by the way, there’s no one else booked into this compartment, so you two can watch all the fuck-flicks you like, or just get straight down to fucking if you prefer. Have fun: I’ll be back to give you that blowjob!”
“So,” said Mr Daniels after Tracy the conductor had gone, “you’re starting at the RAF?” Alison nodded wordlessly, still mesmerised by the big black dick protruding from his fly. “On the National Diploma in Fucking course?” Alison nodded. “Fancy that! My sister is actually starting there this week as well, on the same course. You’re bound to meet.” On the screen, the girl was now covered with jizz: great globules clung to her hair and cheeks and eyelids, and slimy strings of cum, slightly pink from smeared lipstick, dangled from her chin, swinging back and forth as she continued sucking her three cocks. “Congratulations on getting in,” continued Mr Daniels. “That’s quite an achievement.” He smiled kindly at her.
Alison wanted to respond, but could only stare open-mouthed at the huge black cock which continued to stand proud and pulsating from Mr Daniels’ crotch. “Oh sorry,” the man noticed at last, “let me put this away so we can introduce ourselves properly. I’m Rob, suck my cock.”
“Alison, m’ pussy,” she mumbled hoarsely. But as Rob began to cram his cock into his jeans, she couldn’t help but blurt out: “Oh please don’t put your dick away! I mean, it’ll be more comfortable out than in. At least, maybe you’d like me to suck it or something? Oh, but you already booked a blowjob from the conductor. Are you sure you’d rather fuck her than me…?” Alison asked, a slightly pained expression on her face.
Rob smiled again — and for the first time, undistracted by his cock, Alison looked into his face and saw his kind eyes twinkling at her. “Sorry, sir, I mean, Rob, I’m not normally so ditsy, after all if I’m gonna be a professional fucker I should really get a hold of myself, shouldn’t I? I guess I’m a bit nervous, you know, first time away from home…” The girl on the screen was now systematically cleaning up, wiping every last glob of slime off her face and tits with her fingers and guzzling it down enthusiastically.
“It’s lovely to meet you with your guard down, Alison,” said Rob indulgently. “Why don’t you let me eat your pussy a bit first? That way you can tell me a bit about yourself. And I think this scene’s over anyway,” he said, clicking the remote control lying on his berth-side cabinet and turning off the screen.
Alison wanted to apologise for having interrupted Rob’s fap, but instead walked slowly to Berth Two, stowed her luggage, and lay back, propping herself up with a couple of pillows, gently pulling her dress up to her waist, and spreading her legs wide. Rob drew breath, clearly startled by the glistening gorgeousness of the young cunt, hairless except for a rectangular light brown landing-strip.
“Oh, that’s beautiful, Alison. Tell me about yourself while I eat you out,” said Rob, as he knelt before her and gently flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh fuck!” was all Alison could say at first, as a gorgeous tingle spread from her clit throughout her whole body. But, determined to behave professionally, she began her introductions. “Well, I’m eighteen years old, and live with my mom and dad in a village just outside Cunthorpe. Oh, and we have a live-in fucker too, Hortense. Actually, her real name’s Sharon and she comes from Rotherham, but she does the whole French maid thing ‘coz my mom likes it — so we call her — oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck that’s amazing!” Alison’s monologue disintegrated into a string of expletives, as Rob’s tongue began sweeping gently up and down her cunt-lips.
“Go on,” came Rob’s voice from between her thighs.
“Well, I’ve always loved fucking, ever since I can remember. My parents love anal — actually, my dad made his money in butt-plugs: have you seen the ad ‘Do you have a Bates Butt?'” — Alison hummed the tune of the familiar TV jingle — “That’s his company. So anyway, they GM’ed my asshole in vitro, so I’m always clean and lubed, and have complete gape and wink control. I love getting fucked in the ass; as my mom always says, ‘It’s like shitting backwards,’ and — oh fucking Jesus yeah lick that fucking cunt!” Now Rob’s tongue was dipping deep into Alison’s pussy, making obscene slurping noises as her juices seeped down her thighs and all over his face.
“So who taught you to talk so dirty?” came Rob’s slightly muffled voice.
“Oh, that,” replied Alison as she slowly regained her breath, “that’s mainly Hortense actually. I mean, she’s such a professional: I’ve learnt so much from her. My dad’s away a lot, which is why we hired her. Now she fucks my mom with a strap-on, like, every day. And she does the whole French accent thing, like ‘Madame, shall I eat your ‘ot pussy first, or shall I feuck your hass with my beeg cock?’ — my mom loves that sort of — OH FUUUUUCK!” Rob’s tongue had found Alison’s asshole and was gently flicking it.
“Show me what this prize-winning asshole of yours can do then, Alison,” he muttered as he began to gently tease it with the soft circular motion of his tongue.
Alison was struggling to keep control of herself. “Well, I will,” she replied, “but” — and she paused for a moment, trying to work out how she could gain control of this handsome young man too — “only if you sit back and watch. Then I’ll show you my Sexy Talking Asshole Show!”
Rob’s face, shiny with cunt-juice, emerged from between Alison’s thighs. “‘Sexy Talking Asshole Show’? What’s that?” Alison leaned back further and shifted her ass upwards so that Rob could have a perfect view of her asshole, now glistening from his saliva. For extra effect she pulled her dress all the way up, revealing her large, natural-looking tits and puffy dome-shaped nipples, her silver-cocked rosary dangling delicately in-between. Rob drew breath again: “Wow, look at those! Are those GM too?”