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LAST STOPShe was frustrated. He’d been very specific with his instructions. She was to drive to the Metro station that night and take the train to the end of the line. Then she was to get in Car 26, stand in the far corner with the broken overhead light, holding the pole, and return to her stop. And she was to wear a short skirt, a sheer cream blouse and no bra or panties.She’d gone along with it, excited by the adventure and dressing in such a provocative way. When she got on the train her tits had swayed freely, nipples visible to all. It made her feel sexy as hell. And she’d gotten a lot of looks from both guys and girls that confirmed what she felt.But he hadn’t shown up.He said he’d meet her on the train on the way back, but so far it had been a long trip for no good reason. She was already halfway to the stop where she’d parked. And to make matters worse, it had gotten hot. She was sweating.As she stood there stewing over being stood up, she didn’t register the hissing sound of the doors between the cars sliding open.She jumped as someone stepped behind her and put a hand around her waist. She grabbed his wrist and began to turn, but a familiar voice stopped her.“Don’t move.”“Jesus, where the hell have you—““Shut up. I said, don’t move. Don’t turn around.”He pulled her left hand behind around behind her back and firmly held it in place. He nestled closer. She could feel the hard-on in his pants. It made her smile.“Did you do what I asked?” he said.“Yes.”“Good. Now do exactly as I say.”“OK.”“Spread your legs.”“What–?”“Do it.”She looked around the train. The other passengers were oblivious, wrapped up in their own worlds.She shifted her weight and spread her legs. Under the short skirt her pussy was now exposed to the open air of the train. It made her feel hotter.She flinched as his right hand moved up the back of her thigh, slipping under the skirt to cup her firm ass cheek. A slight squeeze, then he moved to the other side.“No panties. Good girl. You did do what you were told.”She sighed and leaned back into him. She suddenly felt self-conscious about not wearing a bra. The heat of the train had made her blouse cling to her tits. Her nipples shone darkly through the creamy fabric as they grew turgid from desire.It was dangerous. It made her feel fucking sexy. But no one was watching.He pressed his face into the small of her neck, then his tongue lightly traced its way to her ear. His breath sent a shiver down her spine. The atmosphere in the train car suddenly became thick, swimming with heat and anticipation.Then he bit her ear. Hard. She swallowed her yelp, not wanting to attract attention.“Don’t turn around. Don’t make a noise. And do what I say.” He fingers traced her ass crack, down to the steaming heat between her legs.“Yes,” she whispered. Her pussy seemed to spring with moisture as the tips of his fingers touched the inside of her thigh, gently caressing everywhere but where she wanted him to.Each stroke sent an arc of electricity from her clit to her nipples and back again.She moaned, her hand gripping the pole tightly.“I have a job for you.”Suddenly she felt the hot shaft of his cock press into the hand he held tightly behind her back. It felt like it might burn her hand. She stroked its silky hardness, precum oozing from the head in shocking amounts, generously lubricating bahis siteleri the entire shaft quickly and effortlessly.He murmured his approval.Then he moved his hand up from her thigh and dragged his fingers across her aching pussy, gathering her own flowing juices and smearing them back… back across her asshole.She jolted at his touch and moved slightly away.He gripped her hand tighter. His whisper now had an edge.“Do. As. I. Say.”His fingers fully entered her pussy on their next pass, causing her to gasp out loud. But they didn’t linger, instead using the slick wetness to further lubricate the other puckered entrance.Almost involuntarily, her hips began to rock as he caressed her sensitive asshole, the ring of nerve endings firing.Her left hand jerked his slippery cock. Her pussy was so wet.“You want me to touch your clit, don’t you? To finger your pussy? That’s what you want, right?”“Please…. touch me.”“No. But when I say NOW, you can touch yourself. Not a second before. Got it?”“Okay,” she whimpered as he pulled his hand away from her ass, leaving it drenched.Suddenly he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. She froze, unsure of what to do. They were in the corner of a crowded train car, for fuck’s sake!Then he pushed.Her asshole accepted the head of his straining cock, its passage eased by precum and pussy juice, muscles stretched, impossibly hot, liquid fire.Slow. Insistent. Inescapable. Within moments his entire cock was deep in her ass.They stood there, joined, motionless save the rocking of the train.“Such a good little slut. I’m going to slowly assfuck you on this crowded train,” he growled.And so he did. Easing in and out of her back door, nerves screaming, taboos embraced.Her eyes widened as the familiar burn began to build both in her ass and her broiling pussy.After a few moments, her eyes glazed over. Her breath came in ragged pants.“Tell me,” he rasped. “Say it, bitch.”“I love it…”“Be specific, you fucking whore.”“I love your cock in my ass. Please… fuck me harder.”But he didn’t. The rhythm was the same, a slow, consistent sawing deep inside, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding all the way back in.It felt like her ass was on fire. It felt like her cunt was opened wide and drooling. Shimmering drops of liquid speckled the floor between her legsEach thrust made her entire body tingle, the charge emanating from the endless pressure and friction of his cock violating her ass.She closed her eyes, woozy, lightheaded as the steady rhythm began the drumbeat towards what was going to be a stunning orgasm.He whispered in her ear.“Is my cock in your ass enough? Should we ask someone to come over here and shove his cock in your pussy? Or get some woman to eat your cunt?”She again glanced at the other travelers in the car. Again, no one seemed to notice she was being slowly, deeply anally ravaged.Then something caught her eye.The face of an older man reflected in a window. Wide-eyed. Intense. Even though his back was to them, he was clearly watching them in the reflection.Embarrassment flushed through her. She looked away, only to find a blonde woman sitting in the seat facing them near the door in the center of the car. She, too, was watching them fuck as she rubbed her thighs together with purpose.He gripped her wrist tighter, twisting her arm, pain canlı bahis siteleri biting into her pleasure.“Let them watch, “ he hissed in her ear. “Show them what a hot fucking bitch you are. Show them how you like to take it in the ass.”With a guttural groan she pushed back against his sliding cock, desperate to get to the next level.She took her hand off the pole and moved it towards the swamp of her cunt, hungry for release.“Put that back,” he snapped as he shoved into her a little harder for emphasis. “You’ll do it when I tell you.”She grunted and snagged the pole before she fell over. “Wait until I say so.”His rhythm increased then, a clear crescendo built into the thrusts.Her legs quaked as she struggled to stay upright, gripping the pole for balance, tits full and heavy, nipples about to burst, pussy drenching her thighs with juice that pulsed out with every urgent thrust of his rock-hard cock into her pliant and willing asshole.It was coming. She could feel it building. But the train was almost to her stop. What the hell were they going to do?“You’ve been a good girl,” he said. “You want your reward?”“Fuck yes. Please.”“Wait for it.”“Fuck! Come on!”“Wait for it!”Fire spread from her deliciously tortured ass. A sheen of sweat glazed her body. But the next stop was hers. Fuck, she thought. It’s not gonna be enough! We’re not gonna make it in time! If I don’t cum I’m gonna die!Suddenly, he tightened his grip on her. He spread his feet for balance.“Here’s your reward. “And with a throaty roar the train suddenly entered a dark tunnel. Sound seemed to bend. Lights flickered as if flashbulbs were bursting. Air pressure dropped. Heat rose.In that bizarre fluttering of light and dark, he started pounding into her ass, the hot slap of skin muffled by the cacophony of noise. She gasped and bent slightly to allow the assault, tits swinging with each thrust, nipples grazing against her blouse. Stars appeared as she tilted towards passing out.Then he reached around her torso with his right hand and grabbed her swinging tit, squeezing it roughly, holding her in place as he continued to saw in and out of her pleading asshole.“Go ahead – NOW!”She didn’t need to be asked twice.Her hand flew off the pole and dove under the hem of her skirt. Desperate fingers found her sopping wet pussy and plunged in. For an instant she felt the strange sensation of his cock penetrating her ass through her hot walls. The idea made her swoon.Once they were slick with juice, her fingers went to work on her engorged clit. The lights on the train flickered.The noise seemed in the confines of the tunnel seemed deafening.His pace quickened.So did hers, tormenting the hard nub as she pushed up the hill towards ecstasy. He cupped her tit and squeezed harder, thumb and forefinger rolling her taut nipple through the sheer blouse.The train rocked. Brakes squealed. Lights flashed.Their legs strained to maintain balance.She backed into his pistoning cock, hot anal flesh clinging just enough to add a streak of agony to the ecstasy. A moan escaped her lips. “Twist your fucking clit,” he ordered. “I want to feel you cum when I shoot my load in your ass. Do it fucking NOW!” he murmured lustily before thrusting deeper than ever, finally exploding as he emptied spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her.Her entire body seized canlı bahis as the orgasm she was searching for gripped her like a python. Her knees buckled but he held up upright as he emptied his balls into her ass, still painfully twisting her nipple, adding to her out-of-body experience.Finally he stopped, panting. He laid his head on her shoulder, cock buried to the hilt but no longer pumping.The only movement was the swaying of the train as it sped down the tracks.They breathed as one… in and out… in and out…“Oh… God… I…” She tried to speak but couldn’t form the words.“Quiet. Grab the pole. Do it,” he commanded.She weakly pulled her hand from her skirt and clutched the pole. She could barely hold on – her hand was slick with pussy juice.He released her sore tit and moved his hand up to cradle her face. Then he gently kissed her cheek as he slid his greasy cock out of her battered ass.“Good girl.”Suddenly, he pulled back and stepped away, leaving her weaving against the movement of the train. She sagged into the pole for support.She barely noticed the hiss of the doors opening between the two cars.As suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone.Just then, the train burst from the tunnel into open air. The twinkling cityscape danced outside the window. The lights on the train steadied, revealing nothing more than a disheveled woman gripping the pole, struggling to stand.She looked around the compartment.The isolated lives on the train passengers continued.Then she saw the older man staring at her in the window reflection, mouth agape. He quickly looked away. She glanced at the blonde woman in the seat facing the exit doors in the middle of the train. The blonde woman’s eyes were glazed. Her chest was flushed. Her wet lips slightly parted. But she didn’t look away. The blonde’s gaze bore into hers. Something passed between them. Something shared. Something secret.The train rumbled to a stop. Her stop. With a DING the middle doors opened.She carefully made her way down the center aisle, maintaining her balance through sheer will.Twin rivulets leaked down her leg, the shared results of the hard fucking mingling and mixing slickly between her thighs as she walked.She passed by the older man as he quickly moved his newspaper to cover the growing wet spot on his trousers. She smiled and stood up a little straighter, suddenly empowered by her sheer force of her sexuality. She didn’t care who on the train knew she’d been assfucked to a blistering orgasm less than twenty feet away from them.As she turned to exit the train, she passed by the blonde woman. Up close she saw the women’s erect nipples articulated through the t-shirt under her blazer. Beads of sweat dotted her upper lip. Her hand rested firmly in the crotch of her pants.The blonde stared at her.With a graceful arc, she swept her hand past the blonde’s face – the same hand the three minutes earlier had been buried in her pussy.The blonde froze as the scent of raw sex overpowered her. Then she squeezed her crotch hard.She saw the convulsion ripple through the blonde out of the corner of her eye as she stepped off the train. She heard the blonde groan behind her as the doors slid shut.The night was cool. The station was empty.She steadily walked toward the parking lot, replaying the events on the train in her mind from every angle. Then she realized she’d never even seen his face. Not once. She’d been used.It made her grin. It was so… illicit.By the time she reached the car, her pussy tingled and ached.For the next twenty minutes, it got the treatment it deserved.

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