Daniela couldn't help letting out a gasp when the white man sitting across from her on the subway leaned forward and murmured, "I'm fucking your pretty cunt, girl." Not because he'd shocked her--Daniela was a native New Yorker, and she'd long ago learned how to blow off the creeps and perverts that infested every bus stop and subway car and street corner and saw minorities as particularly vulnerable targets for harassment. It took a lot more than a lewd comment and a knowing leer to get under her skin, even at the end of a long day when her feet ached and her calves burned and her eyes stung with the desire to close.
No, what made Daniela gasp was the very real sensation of a warm, stiff, absolutely massive cock sliding between her pussy lips and filling up her cunt with a single driving thrust. It had been a while since she'd gotten a good hard fucking, but not so long that she'd forgotten what it felt like, and this... this was the real goddamn deal. This was a real dick inside her, as impossible as that seemed, and Daniela couldn't help letting out an involuntary grunt of surprised arousal as she felt it sink all the way in to the base and something smacked hard against her hooded clit.
"That's right, pretty girl," the man growled, his voice low and husky and barely even audible under the sounds of the subway. "I'm balls deep inside you now, and you can feel how big I am when I pull out. It leaves you so empty, babe, but don't worry--I'm right back with another thrust, all the way in, and it's so nice to get the good hard fucking a horny bitch like you deserves." Daniela sucked in a breath to try to answer him, but before she could figure out what to say she experienced everything he described in a single vivid sensation and her lungs deflated in an explosive whoosh of pleasure. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She couldn't believe any of it, period.
But it was all really happening. Daniela couldn't look down to see--no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from the stranger's surprisingly soulful hazel eyes--but her body didn't lie, and it felt a big hard cock pounding away at her tingling pussy with the relentless, driving rhythm of a man whose stroke game absolutely could not be beaten. She didn't think she'd ever been fucked like this in her life, which was all the more wild when she thought about it; this wasn't a memory coming back to her of some half-forgotten lover who knew how to screw her the way she secretly wanted to get screwed. This was a full-spectrum honest-to-god sensory hallucination, and the man sitting across from her had made it happen with just a look and a word.
It was honestly kind of terrifying. But at the same time Daniela had never felt so fucking good. "That's it, pretty girl," the stranger purred to her, his expression betraying nothing more than polite and friendly interest in his fellow commuter. With the subway car as sparsely inhabited as it was this late at night, probably nobody even noticed their little conversation. "In and out, and in and out, filling your tight pussy all the way up every single time...."
If they did, they'd probably think Daniela was the weird one. She could feel her gaze settling into a vacant, heavy-lidded stare as the stranger husked out, "Feel those big balls slapping away at your pussy lips, babe," and she knew her jaw was going slack as her mind descended into an increasing focus on the pleasure that built between her slick thighs. It reminded her of those first real heavy petting sessions she had with Carlos Villancia down in her parents' basement, when she was so distracted by the sheer novelty of her arousal that every other thought fell clean out of her head and all she wanted to do was spread her legs and enjoy the sensation. Only here it wasn't so much the raw newness of her ecstasy that swept her away. It was the force of it all. She'd never had sex this good before, which made it all the wilder that the man making love to her was a good five feet away and not coming any closer.
But he didn't need to, did he? Not when all he had to say was, "I'm rubbing right on that throbby little clit while we fuck, babe, two fingers pressing down hard to give you that extra pleasure," and Daniela felt everything he said as real as if he was inside her panties right this very second. She could hear her breath escaping in little grunting gasps, tiny subvocal moans of arousal that would immediately attract attention if not for the noise of the car going over the tracks to mask it. Daniela could feel her orgasm building like a summer storm behind her eyes, though, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from letting out a squeal that would tell everyone within earshot that she was cumming hard enough to see stars.
