My intention was to satisfy you with my hand or my mouth and leave you none the wiser as to who or what had brought you to your orgasmic release. I would attend to my own pleasures in a solitary manner fueled by the memories of your hard hot organ.
I have had similar encounters on many occasions and I find them quite satisfying. For reasons I’m sure you may now appreciate further intimacy is difficult for me.
What happened between us that night still surprises me when I recall it. Perhaps your passion made my cold still blood run hot again for a moment. Perhaps the thunderstorm raging outside the train excited me more than I realised. I do have something of an affinity for thunder and lightning after all. You might say they bring me to life.
With your swollen tormented manhood twitching in the wet leather grip of my glove and the mechanical claw beneath I stooped my head beneath the table with a creak of my corsets.
I suspect you had not even noticed my lack of breath but you felt it’s advantages as I took your rigid organ between my pale lips and deep into my cold gullet. A benefit of my design I took you easily with no danger of gagging.
I enjoyed you shuddering moans and your desperate hands pushing my green gaberdine travelling cap from my head as your fingers twisted in my lank black hair. The white streak is quite fetching don’t you think.
My tongue, rather longer and thicker than one might expect, wound around your shaft like a constricting serpent.
In all honesty you impressed me. I would have been swallowing down the warm seed of most men at that point but you held your load. You barely flinched as I let my sharp double row of teeth scrape gently over the taut plum of your cockhead.
Few people have seen my true smile and none of those would have dared enjoy my mouth so intimately or trustingly.
I could feel your desperate struggles. You pulled at my hair. Not trying to force me just trying to control your own need.
I decided that such endurance deserved greater reward. My hand went to your heavy full balls. I squeezed. My intention not to punish but to help you regain some control.
I looked up from your lap and licked your quivering shaft like an iced dessert. Between strokes of my cold wet tongue I invited you back to my sleeper cabin.
My tongue is rough like a cats but I am told the sensation is not unpleasant. Indeed my housemaid Igorina seems to delight in it.
We must have looked quite comical hurrying along the narrow train corridor your copy of the times held discretely at your lap. The train shook like a ship at sea as it sped along the tracks. Outside the thunder howled and lightning tore the night sky.
Inside my cabin we were on each other like newlyweds. You pulled eagerly at my clothes. Confident of the darkness I let you.
My dress, corsets and underthings we’re soon on the floor. Even my long black leather gloves were removed in your haste to strip me. The mechanical prosthetics of my arms were exposed and obvious as was the thick crudely stitched Y incision bisecting my torso but the darkness hid it all and I made sure your hands were occupied with my breasts. They are as full and perfect as the doctor could make them. I find the term ‘bolt ons’ crude and distasteful but I suppose in my case it is apt.
I pushed you to the bed stripped to my stockings. A state only Igorina and the doctor have seen me in with any frequency.
You may have wondered at my strength as I moved you beneath me without effort. I grunted like an animal as I pushed down. I risked using one prosthetic claw to guide your hot length into me. I wagered you were too distracted to notice.
You must have realised I felt different, colder, than your other lovers but as I rode you I doubt you were thinking of much at all. My vaginal muscles gripped and squeezed at you with a measured precision few could match. I arched myself forwards to increase pressure on my clitoris. I am large there, the doctor perhaps wanting me to find pleasure easily.
You grab my arm but I jerk the limb aside before you realise you are not holding flesh. I guide your hand between my legs. Scars aside I feel quite human there. Your delicious thrusting organ even gives me some shared warmth.
To my shocked delight I realise you may not be the first to reach ecstasy.
Then lightning flashes illuminating the cabin bright as day. I should have closed the blinds.
You see me. The scars, the too pale mismatched flesh, the exposed prosthetics, my thin lips bared in pleasure over a double row of ragged fangs.
I see the look of shock and horror on your flushed sweaty face. But I feel something too. Your length inside me still rigid perhaps even harder.
I stay still. Lightning flashes again then the cabin returns to darkness as the train moves beyond the storm.
I should be concerned at my exposure but at that moment I delighted in it.
“Shall we continue?” I ask as politely as if we were at a society luncheon.
You reply in the affirmative your voice desperate, rough with arousal and the pressure of a long denied orgasm. Encouraged I continue my ride in the darkness.
My climax is wonderfully intense. Like electricity searing through me and I should know.
I cannot say how it was for you but I know my orgasmic convulsions took your control away moments later.
I rode you milking your climax with animal enthusiasm. When you had finally finished your own shudders I climbed off in a slow elegant stretch.l slid to my mechanical knees and took you in my mouth again licking you clean until I was swallowing down your second release.
You dressed and left the cabin in darkness.
We did not speak of what you saw illuminated by the lightning. Perhaps in those moments of sexual extremis you thought you imagined it.
After all who would believe you? Better to just boast to your friends of your tryst with the proper high buttoned lady you met on the train.
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