Midnight Rails and a Throat Full of Cock

The night train rattled through the dark countryside, its low hum vibrating up through the seats like a promise. I’d been eyeing Sophie, the curvy brunette waitress who worked the dining car, for months on my weekly business runs. Tonight her short black skirt hugged her juicy ass, and every time she bent over to serve drinks her tits strained against the crisp white blouse. The tension crackled between us the second our eyes locked across the half-empty car; she bit her lip, I shifted in my seat, my cock already thickening at the thought of what those full lips could do.

“Another whiskey, Mr. Reynolds?” she asked, voice low and teasing as she stopped beside my table. The car was quiet, just the occasional snore from a passenger two rows back and the steady clack of wheels on rails.

“Only if you sit with me for a minute, Sophie,” I replied, letting my gaze drop to her mouth. “Been thinking about you all week.”

She glanced around, then slid into the seat opposite me, thighs pressing together. “You’re trouble, you know that? Regulars aren’t supposed to make me this wet on the job.”

My pulse jumped. I leaned in. “Then maybe we should do something about that before the next stop.”

Sophie’s cheeks flushed but her eyes sparkled with pure filth. She checked her watch. “Staff compartment’s empty for the next twenty minutes. You coming?”

We slipped through the narrow corridor, the train’s sway pushing us against each other. The second the door clicked shut behind us she was on me, small hands grabbing my belt.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” she whispered hotly against my neck, already dropping to her knees on the thin carpet. The compartment smelled of coffee and her sweet perfume. “Don’t be gentle. I want it deep.”

My cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking. Sophie licked her lips, eyes wide with hunger. “Fuck, it’s even bigger than I imagined.”

She wrapped her soft hand around the base and dragged her tongue up the underside, swirling around the head until I groaned. Then she opened wide.

The wet heat of her mouth swallowed the first half of my dick in one smooth glide. I tangled my fingers in her dark ponytail, guiding but not forcing yet. Sophie moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She bobbed faster, saliva already dripping down my shaft.

“Deeper, baby. Show me how a good little waitress sucks cock on the night train.”

Her answer was to relax her throat and push forward. The fat head popped past her gag reflex and slid into the tight, rippling tunnel of her esophagus. Sophie’s eyes watered but she held me there, nose brushing my trimmed pubes, throat convulsing around every inch.

“Fuuuck, that’s it… just like that,” I hissed, hips twitching.

She pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock. “I can take it all. Fuck my throat. Use me.”

I didn’t need telling twice. Gripping her head with both hands I slid back into that perfect, sloppy heat. Sophie’s throat bulged visibly as I fed her every thick inch. The train rocked harder, adding its own rhythm while I thrust between her lips. Wet, obscene glucking sounds filled the tiny room each time I bottomed out, her nose mashed against my pelvis.

Tears streaked her mascara but she never pulled away, just hummed and swallowed around me, milking my cock with her throat muscles. Spit poured from the corners of her mouth, soaking her chin and dripping onto her tits where two buttons had popped open.

“Goddamn, your throat’s tighter than any pussy I’ve ever fucked,” I growled, picking up speed. “You love choking on stranger cock, don’t you?”

Sophie managed a muffled “Mmm-hmm,” her hands cupping my balls, rolling them gently while I used her face. I could feel her throat fluttering, fighting for air, but she kept sucking greedily.

I pulled out suddenly, letting her suck in ragged breaths. She coughed once, lips puffy and shiny, then grinned up at me like a total slut.

“More. Don’t stop. I want your cum straight down my throat.”

I yanked her up, spun her around and bent her over the narrow bunk. Flipping her skirt up revealed a soaked black thong clinging to her shaved pussy. I shoved it aside and slammed two fingers into her dripping cunt while my cock nudged her lips from behind.

“Open,” I ordered.

Sophie turned her head, mouth slack and waiting. I drove back in, fucking her face in long, deep strokes while my fingers curled inside her. Her moans vibrated down my shaft as she came hard, pussy clamping and gushing around my hand.

The train whistle screamed in the distance. I felt my balls tighten.

“Gonna fill that pretty throat now. Swallow every drop like a good girl.”

She pushed back, taking me impossibly deeper, throat spasming wildly. I exploded with a guttural groan, pumping thick ropes of hot cum straight into her stomach. Sophie kept swallowing, throat working around my pulsing cock until I was drained.

When I finally pulled free she sat back on her heels, coughing softly, a satisfied smile on her wrecked face. A thin trail of cum and spit glistened on her chin.

“Best tip I’ve ever gotten,” she rasped, voice hoarse.

I helped her up, kissing her messy mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. The train slowed for the next station, lights flickering across our flushed skin.

“Same time next week?” I asked, buckling my belt.

Sophie wiped her lips with the back of her hand and straightened her uniform. “You bring the whiskey. I’ll bring the throat.”

She slipped out first, hips swaying, leaving me with the memory of her gagging happily around every inch of me while the night train carried us through the dark.