Commute part 3

I couldn"t take it anymore. I had to have him. With a monumental amount of effort, I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his body and laying my head against his chest. My knees were shaking, and my heart was beating so fast I was sure it was going to break out of my chest. I breathed in his scent, sweaty and unwashed, by turns revolting and strangely arousing. I brought my lips up to his ears. "Motel. Saan?"‚ He smiled then. He was missing some teeth. Punyeta. At this point I didn"t care anymore if he was a freak, a leper, or whatever. My God. I wanted him. "Baba tayo sa Carriedo."‚ He said. In response I just pressed against him, feeling his oh-so-hard cock pressing against my leg. I closed my eyes and focused on that sensation. My God. I was so wet. I was tempted to just bend over and let him take me right there on the train. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Fuck was right. I so wanted to fuck. Punyeta. My phone was vibrating. I pulled it out of my bag. My friends were looking for me. "Huy, saan ka na?"‚ the message read. "Emergency. Can"t make it."‚ My hands were shaking as I typed it in. Punyeta. Was I that horny? Did I want this ugly, smelly guy to fuck me? Punyeta. Punyeta. Yes I did. His cock was big and hard as he rhythmically ground it against my thigh.

Carriedo station rolled along, an enternity later. My clit was throbbin and my panties were soaked. He pulled me off of the train, and out of the station. We went down into a plaza I"d never seen before, packed with people peddling pirated DVDs and all manner of smuggled/stolen/illegal goods. Hand-in-hand we pushed ourselves through the crowd, making our way to Hotel Sogo, which I saw looming in the distance. I stopped. "Ayoko diyan."‚ I"d heard too many stories about Sogo. And seen too many clips on the internet. "Wala na bang iba? Kahit mas mahal; ako na bahala."‚ He thought for a minute, and then started walking again, leading me towards another place. Hotel Paradis. Hmm. Works for me. We checked into the "hotel"‚. That early in the morning we were the only guests in the lobby. Even before the elevator doors were closed, his lips were on mine and his hand was between my legs. His finger worked its way underneath my panties, sliding deep into my pussy. I moaned. My God. Ang sarap. I ground my lips harder against his, my tongue sliding against his mouth, dancing an erotic ballet that would have put any dirty dancer to shame. The elevator beeped, the door slid open, and we stumbled into the hallway. At the room, finally, we locked the doors and fell into bed, our mouths never disengaging, slow and sensual be damned. I was a girl possessed by man"s most primal, bestial needs, filled with lust, needing to procreate. No, not to procreate. To fuck. To be fucked. To be taken like an animal. To be ridden hard, and fast. My God. I"d never been this horny. Never been so in need of sex that I"d throw everything, caution, propriety, everything, to the wind, and let myself be taken by this unwashed, unshaven stranger, taken again and again and again. We didn"t bother taking our clothes off completely. He struggled with his button, finally freeing his cock, which stood hard and proud at attention from a forest of thick, tangled pubic hair. I pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them onto the floor. He wasted no time, spreading my legs and positioning his cock against my wet, hot hole. He slid it in slowly. My God. Punyeta. This was what I was waiting for. Punyeta. He was so big. So hard. Punyetapunyetapunyeta. When he was all the way in, he pulled it out, before sliding it in again. He picked up speed. Faster and faster. Oh God. Oh fucking GOD. PUNYETA. IT WAS SO GOOD. He pistoned in and out of me. My loud screams of pleasure, so pent up inside me while in the train, tore themselves from my mouth with a passion I"d never have recognized in myself. My whole world dissolved into that thick, pulsing member sliding in and out of my most secret being. The sensation was fantastic. He filled me up completely, each thrust inward stimulating every single nerve-ending in my pussy. I moaned and screamed with abandon, loving the feeling of freedom, of anonymity, of being bestial, primal, lustful. I raked my fingernails against his back. I pulled him close to me and sucked on his earlobes, kissed his neck, his lips. He was fucking me faster, harder than I"d ever been fucked before. There was a slick sheen of sweat on our skin despite the cold air from the aircon. His hand clutched at my breast, squeezing it, kneading it through my shirt while he pumped in harder and faster. I moaned louder. He pumped harder. I bit at his neck. He squeezed my breast. I pulled him tight against me, crossing my legs against his ass, pulling him as deep inside me as he could go, and then I contracted my pussy muscles, squeezing them as hard as I could. Reward. He moaned and collapsed against me, burying his face in my neck. He fucked me now with renewed fervor. His cock pulling almost all the way out and then all the way in again, deep inside me. At one point his cock slipped out my pussy with a wet, slopping noise. I reached down between my legs and put it in again. My God. Punyeta. Don"t stop. Don"t stop. Don"t fucking stop. Don"t stop fucking. He didn"t, thankfully. My God. I was going to cum. I was going to cum. I gasped out loud. Or it could have been a gasp, a moan, a scream, a roar. I lifted my hips up, taking his cock deep deep deep inside me, our crotches pressed against each other skin-to-glorious-skin. The waves subsided and I lay myself back down. He wasn"t finished yet. He kept thrusting. And thrusting. And thrusting. PUNYETA. It was so good. I let myself lay down with my legs spread as far as they could go. I let myself be taken like an animal in heat. Then, I felt it. He fucked with a stronger sense of urgency. Thrust harder. Thrust faster. Thrust deeper. One, two, three, four deep linger thrusts. On the fifth he didn"t pull out anymore, and it all happened simultaneously. He collapsed against me, squeezing my breast so hard it hurt. He let out a loud, animal groan. He ground his crotch against mine. And he came. He fired his hot cum into my wet, willing, waiting pussy. Hot spurts, hot streams of ropey white cum filling my pussy. My God. He came so much. He came so hard. It made me feel powerful, knowing someone could want me that much. After a few moments savoring the feeling of his cock in my pussy and his cum filling my (non-fertile, thank God) womb, he pulled his deflating cock out of my pussy and lay back down on the bed, exhausted. We both lay flat on our backs, staring up at the ceiling, bathing in the afterglow. I was still fully clothed, in my skirt and in my jacket, missing nothing but my panties. He was still wearing his shirt, soaked through with sweat, and his shorts on the bed where they had come off during our wild fuck. My jacket had somehow come open, and my breasts were poking through, my nipples hard and my chest heaving from the exertion. My legs were still shaking. My clit was still throbbing. We were breathing hard. Panting. Exhausted. And then, I turned to him. With a mischievous glint in my eye, and a smile on my lips. "Shower tayo."‚ He grinned then, and stood up, pulling me with him into the bathroom.