Author's Note: The first half of this story was written on scraps of paper while riding the LIRR.
Amityville: The town that was home to the famed house of horrors was also home to a host of horny whores.
Pete Vaugn sighed as closed the train doors and thought about his ex-wife Laura for the umpteenth time. It had been three months since she had left him for her boss (her boss!) and he still thought about her almost constantly.
"Hey!" a voice by the window to the driver's car called. Pete turned and saw a short, sexy brunette with long chocolate curls and scarlet lips peering into the window of the lead car. "Could you please open the door for me?" Pete sighed and pulled the lever.
"Thanks!" She darted into the train.
The train started to move again and Pete resumed feeling sorry for himself. The girl again interrupted his thoughts, however. This time she was knocking on the door to the conductor's compartment. Pete flipped the train over to automatic, got up and opened the door.
"Can I help you?"
"I think I can help you."
"Huh?"
"I owe you for opening the doors and keeping me from waiting an hour for the next train."
She opened her long white trench coat revealed a slim body with curved hips, and smallish breasts. She had a black skirt that came down to mid-thigh and a blue halter-top that she was reaching up and untying...?!
Pete's brain flashed back to the hundreds of pornos he'd seen over the years as he stared in disbelief. Pete wasn't a bad-looking guy but good enough that strange women stripped for him?
"Is this really happening?"
"You bet," the girl said. "I'm Emily."
"Pete," he said mesmerized by her bare breasts.
"Hi, Pete. Do you like what you see?" she asked coyly as she caressed her left breast.
"What's not to like?"
Emily walked up to him and, coming up on her tiptoes, kissed him passionately. Still frozen by incredulity, Pete let her lips and tongue take over. Her mouth was spicy like cinnamon, her tough electric. She pressed her warm body against his and Pete felt his cock stiffen uncomfortably in his jeans. She pulled back slightly and reached down to slowly caress his bulge through his pants.
"Pete, can this thing drive itself?" For a moment he thought she meant his cock, but then she realized she was speaking of the train.
"Yeah, mostly. Why?"
"Cause you're going to be far too busy to drive." She started to undo his pants.
Mesmerized, Pete allowed her to pull them down to his knees. He felt silly standing there with his erection tenting his boxer briefs but he certainly wasn't going to stop her.
Emily pulled down the front lip of his boxers down and allowed his aching cock to spring free. She wrapped a small hand around it and began to slowly stroke his hot shaft.
With a smile, Emily looked up at him and said, "Very nice."
"Ah... thanks."
She let go of his cock, placed her palms against the front of his hips and gently pushed him backwards. He felt the back of his knees hit the leathery seat and allowed himself to plop down on it.
Emily knelt before him and lowered her warm, wet mouth around his cock eliciting a sigh of pleasure. Pete reached down with his right hand and held the back of her neck gently as she bobbed up and down on his dick. He closed his eyes and titled his head back.
Leaning on his lap with her right arm, her right hand held the base of his shaft sliding back and forth as her mouth did keeping constant stimulation along the whole length of his shaft. Her left hand reached down and caressed his balls pressing on his chode.
She slid her silky lips back so that just the head of his dick was in her mouth. Her tongue wriggled back and forth under the head and moved up, teasing his piss-slit and as she pulled her mouth back further a strand of saliva and precum connected her mouth to his dick.
"Hold on a sec, Pete." Emily stood up, turned around and bent over. Her crouching position before had caused her skirt to ride up and Pete grinned watching her bend over. He could see her round white ass divided by a black thong as she was bending over fumbling with her jacket.
"Aha!" She said triumphantly, standing up. She held a condom in her right hand. "What do you think, about this, Pete?"
"Looks good to me."
"And what do you think of me?"
"Why, I think you're about the nicest girl I've ever met!" He wasn't really sure what she wanted from him.
Emily pouted slightly thrusting out her lower lip. "Don't lie, Pete. Nice girls don't have sex with strange men on trains... So unless you don't want to fuck me... tell me what you really think."
"Well..." Pete hesitated. He didn't want to offend her but he realized that she was fishing for this: "I think you must be some kind of crazy, horny, whore."
Emily sighed slightly. "Oh? Tell me more," she commanded ripping open the condom.
Pete grinned excitedly. He had always wanted to treat a girl like whore but no girl he'd ever been with would ever go for it. This was his chance to live out his favorite fantasy. "You fucking slut. You're so desperate to get a cock slammed into that hot cunt that you will do it with anyone, huh?"
"That's right, Pete. Tell me what you think of me. I want you to treat me like a filthy slut." She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and bent over to roll the condom over his cock.
He felt his disbelief fully recede to be replaced with confidence. She was asking him to take over. And he was happy to oblige.
Pete reached forward and slid a hand between her legs. "Spread 'em, slut. I wanna feel your slutty pussy." He pulled aside her thong and slid his middle finger into her cunt, slick with juices. With his thumb he rubbed her hard clit.
"Nasty girl. You're so fucking wet. You excited about having my cock in your slutty little cunt?" Emily nodded. "Tell me how much you want my cock," he commanded, sliding his index finger into her hole. She got wetter the nastier he spoke to her.
"Oh, god, finger my dirty hole. I'm so wet thinking of your cock. Please, please fuck me hard. I need it so bad!"
Pete whipped his fingers out of her pussy and shoved them in her mouth force-feeding her her own cuntslime. With his other hand he roughly groped her breast. "Like, how your cunt tastes, huh slut?" Emily nodded, sucking his fingers sensually. Pete thrust his fingers into her mouth harshly forcing her to gag slightly. He pulled his hand from her mouth and slapped her across the face. "Atta, bitch."
He grabbed her other breast with his free hand and groped both her breasts roughly. Meanwhile he kicked off his pants and boxers so they wouldn't get in the way. "Take off your clothes, skank."
As Pete mauled her breasts, Emily pulled off her skirt, top and thong. She tossed them on top of her jacket and stood before him. He grabbed her by the nipples and yanked her toward him. "Climb up on the seat whore," he ordered yanking her nipples up roughly before releasing them. Emily got up on the seat standing over him, one foot on either side of his lap. She started to crouch down over his dick but he stopped her by shoving his fingers in her pussy.
"Hold on, whore. I know that you can't wait to get some dick in that hole but I want to get a better look at that cunt, first." With the hand that wasn't fingering her, he reached around and grabbed her ass. He pulled her pelvis towards his face. Then he smacked the inside of her thigh. "Get this leg up so I can get at that hole."
Emily put her foot up on the back of the seat and he inhaled deeply the scent of her hot pussy. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and held his hand up. "Clean my fingers again, hole." Emily bent down and sucked his fingers for a moment but he pulled it away from her after a few seconds. Then he wrapped both hands around her holding an ass cheek in each hand. He leaned forward slightly and brought his mouth to her pussy.
Pete lapped at her soaking cunt, savoring the sweet tastes of horny, young pussy. He slithered his tongue inside her and grinned into her fleshy hole as he felt her shuddering above him. He slid it out again and flicker her clit with it. Then he wrapped his lips around the little nub and sucked on it. Pete felt her legs start to twitch slightly and by her moaning knew that Emily was close to cumming. So he pulled off her.
"Please, I wanna cum!" she pleaded.
