Redhead Insertions II : Eastward Bound & Down

Story Excerpt

All Aboard

Margaret’s knees sank into the straw.
The floor of the cattle car rocked beneath her, rhythmic and endless—clank-clack, clank-clack, a relentless staccato that beat through her spine like a war drum. Around her, the smell of animal waste and men curled thick in her nose: hay and piss, iron and old blood, unwashed bodies, dried cum, and the musky stench of sweat-soaked denim that hadn’t seen soap in months.
And right in front of her—gripped in both trembling, gloved hands—was a cock.
The man looming over her was built like a freight mule, arms veined and sun-dark, stomach crisscrossed with scars and hair. His pants were shoved down just past his knees, crusted with grease and dust, a revolver still tucked into the waistband. His cock was thick and uncut, dark with sweat, and as it slid into her mouth again, she gagged violently.
“Unnngkh—khkkk—!”
Her throat convulsed, lips stretched wide, the head of him grinding against her tonsils, glans slick with a mix of precome and the spit she couldn’t swallow fast enough. He grunted as her tongue tried to escape the underside of his shaft, only to get trapped against the roof of her mouth.
“Fffuuuck,” he hissed through broken teeth, fingers tightening in her damp red hair. “This whore sucks like she ain’t had water in a week.”
She hadn’t.