On Guard !
It has been a long day; a visit to London after so many years…everything looked different around Euston Station, you nearly got lost more than once as you headed for your publishers’ in St James’ .Thinking you had plenty of time you thought a walk through Soho would be a treat on this nice autumn day , big mistake ! In the end a taxi took you round the houses to your destination !. Since your new career had taken off everything had been done by email or courier but now one of the partners had died and the new man wanted to actually meet most of his writers in person. At least there was a lovely meal at the Ritz. There you and half a dozen other writers met the publishing house staff over a very fine lunch. You usually dreaded such occasions but it was a treat meeting some fellow-writers . Justin, the new head of the firm had great news for you too and you were planning to read his proposals on the train journey back up north. But first there was a tour of the premises where all your books were ‘born’ , or at least made presentable for their exposure to the world . Then another mini-tour around some of the famous literary addresses in the immediate area. Finally a tea , again at the Ritz , then you were all saying your goodbyes. You only just managed to catch your train too, an accident in one of the narrow streets close to Euston meant you had to leg it !
Now , out of breath and flushed, you sat heavily in your seat with a sense of relief at having made it ! It was only as the train was pulling out of the station that you realized the carriage wasn’t the usual open, modern one but one with small compartments with a corridor to one side. Very 1960s you thought ! But the bonus of it was , you were all on your own, at least for now ! With very few stops on this particular journey you looked forward to some peace and quiet. You got out your papers and were engrossed in them when the door slid open and an old lady asked if you minded her joining you. You glanced up briefly and smiled..” No, not at all , please do come in ! “ Then you went back to studying the publisher’s proposals. The woman had entered and now sat down on the opposite side to you . Glancing up several times you saw that she had taken a book out and was quietly reading. There were the occasional passers-by out in the corridor but no-one else came in.
It must have been nearly half an hour later when you noticed the woman had got up and was facing away from you, fiddling with something in her case on the seat. Something dropped on the floor and rolled right under your own seat. As you leant over to retrieve it you were grabbed by strong arms. At first you were just pressed down, immobile, then a gloved hand came round to cover your mouth. “ Keep quiet and you’ll be alright ! “ The voice was deep and menacing so you just nodded, not offering any resistance. You were hauled upright and pushed into the corner of your seat by the window. You looked with astonishment at the ‘old woman’, her powdered face close and her granny glasses glinting under the sickly light of the carriage. Even her perfume fitted the part…for some reason the image of Hinge and Bracket floated into your mind…the ‘old woman’ was the spitting image of Hinge…or was it Bracket ! ? Anyway, the one who played the piano ! The incongruity of the manly strength with which you were being held and the vision of the old lady had you confused for a few seconds. You tried to say something but the menacing grip on your face tightened and you relaxed. You were wearing a tight fitting jacket, lacy blouse , pleated skirt, stockings and heels. With one hand still controlling you the man, for it really was a man ,started undoing your jackets. You instinctively put your arm up to stop this. You got a sharp slap with his gloved hand. It wasn’t the pain of it so much as the unexpected v******e that shocked you to stillness. “ Don’t be such a stupid bitch ! “, he hissed. Then his hand was inside the jacket. Inserting his gloved inside your blouse he thrust down, popping most of the buttons right off with ease. The ping of them flying through the air amazed you. Then you felt him ******* your breasts through your lacy black brassiere. He grunted, pulled his hand out and removed the glove with his teeth. Then it was slid back, this time you felt his warm palm easing a cup down, moulding to the breast within. You moaned in protest as you felt those intense squeezes, pinching at your erecting nipple. His face leered, inches from your own, as he continued to stroke and play . “ Fuck, what beautiful little puppies ! “, he breathed . Soon both breasts were exposed and reddened from this intimate treatment.
Pushing you hard back, one hand over your mouth still , his face sank and you felt his hard teeth and wet lips on a nipple….he suckled hard then seemed to ingest half your breast into his biting mouth. In spite of your horror and alarm you couldn’t prevent your body responding to this sexual intimacy, unwanted thought it was ! You remained tensed , one hand trying to push him away, the other jammed up against your side. But his strength and wait were sufficient to keep you in place. You glanced at the windows into the corridor.. “Oh please…come along someone “ , you thought !
As if he had just read your mind the man broke off, his glistening mouth grinning …With a stern warning about remaining still and quiet he straightened up, backed over to the door and pulled all the blinds down . Then he got a big metal key out of his handbag and locked the door, He waggled it at you and said…”Perks of being an ex-guard, love ! “ Now, confident that nothing would disturb him, her ordered you to stand up and start stripping . Your mouth dropped and for a split second you thought about screaming…or lunging for the communication cord. Again, he seemed to read you clearly…” Don’t be a stupid cunt ! Try any funny stuff and…well, you know what will happen ! “
“ Oh, please…no…please ! “
“ Shut up , you slut…and get stripping ! “ He made a lunge; you cringed back, now fully aware that this was all for real. He watched you stand, then smirked as you removed your jacket. Your buttonless blouse gaped to show your bare one breast . You slowly pulled the rest of the blouse out of the waistband of your skirt and shimmied it off your shoulders. Dropping it onto the seat you next unfastened your skirt and let it slide , to puddle around your ankles. The sheer slip underneath followed. The man whistled…” Sussie and stockings, eh ? My lucky day ! ..Uh huh !…brassiere next !”
You obeyed slowly, the cool air on your bare upper body and his lascivious stare making you suddenly self-conscious.
“ Give us a twirl then ! “ After you had spun and posed for a minute or so he said…” I guess it’s my turn now ! “
You sat down and watched him take off his granny hat…seeing the lethal hatpin made you blink…if only you could get hold of it ! He waggled it in your face…” Not a chance, bitch ! “ Then he opened his large handbag and safely stowed it away. It was bizarre, watching him undressing ! Under the voluminous dress he was wearing a big white brassiere, its cup brim full of flesh-coloured silicone falsies. These dropped out as soon as the brassiere came off. He was very hairy , you noted . When the dress had been unbuttoned and discarded you saw that he too was wearing a long slip. He ordered you onto your knees. Then he approached, “ Pull the slip down ! “ With shaking hands you obeyed….beneath were a pair of silk bloomers, or directoire knickers to be more exact . A deep shade of mauve you could see that they were tented right out, a large darker stain on the apex of the bulge. The bastard’s precum had been dribbling out for awhile ! ‘ Closer !” You shuffled closer, your knees chafing on the dirty floor of the jolting carriage. “ Now…suck my knob…through the panties ….no hands ! “ Trying hard to keep your balance as the train went into a curve at just that moment you leant forwards, your mouth tentatively hoping to capture that twitching knob under the wet material !
You head was grabbed and drawn to the prominent bulge in those knickers. “ Suck ! “ Your mouth gaped and got filled with the bloated thing hidden under the damp panty material…A hand under your chin closed your mouth…for a moment you thought about biting down …hard…very likely wounding the fucker beyond repair; instead your pursed lips gripped the invader and began sucking. No stranger to the taste of precum you were surprised at the lavender flavor, no doubt the bastard had done his research very well into how old biddies looked and smelled ! The man moaned appreciatively as he felt your tight wet mouth pleasuring his erection. Some minutes later your cheek muscles were aching so you were relieved when he pulled his cock out and signalled you to rise. You were then pushed onto the seat, the man falling to his knees between your spread thighs. Your bum was pulled to the edge of the crusty seat covering. Then his mouth was pressing down onto the silky taut vee of your thong. His turn to eat ! By the time his whole mouth was trying to work over your hidden sex you were well-aroused. The sound of his raid licking rasps filled the compartment , plastering the wet scrap to your cunt which was already starting to open. His fingers wormed and were eventually thrusting in and out of your cunt as his kisses and licks tantalized your exposed clit. Against your better nature your hips were rising up , pressing against his increasing moist lips. “ Fucking lovely ! “, he gasped…you’re juicing up nicely, you dirty tart ! “
“ Stay like that !”, he hissed as he stood up . Slipping the damp panties down wasn’t easy, his sticky erection got caught in the material, Then it sprang free, a big long cock with swollen purple head ; it twitched and bobbed, spraying precum over your thighs and belly as he hopped and kicked the knickers right off. He gripped his cock-shaft and forced it downwards, his knees dropping himself closer to you as you sprawled on the carriage seat. You put a hand up…” No please…don’t **** me…please no ! “ You got sharp slaps to your trembling thighs…” Spread ‘em, you cunt ! “ He pressed one leg to your inner knee then used his hand to force the other knee wider. His hand directed his weeping knob to your splayed crotch…” Mmmm…oh yes ! Your twat’s opening nicely ! “ Then you felt his slippery wet knob distorting your labia; he worked it back and forth, side to side . You started to vocalize again then stopped as his menacing fist raised high… It was his weight that eventually forced your tight orifice to distend, spread then mould to the slippery curve of his bloated knob….His eyes were bright, his breathing fast and urgent…” Yes, yes …going to fuck you good, your dirty whore ! “ With that his hips gave a violent thrust and your mouth opened in a silent scream as he entered you, there was the sudden lurch as his helmet flare passed the tightest portion of your vestibule. He sagged forwards , shooting a hand out to steady himself again…. You craned you neck…God !, you could see his hairy pubes mashed tight up against your bald mons…inside your fully plugged cunt you even felt the pressure of his cock against your cervix !
Now , out of breath and flushed, you sat heavily in your seat with a sense of relief at having made it ! It was only as the train was pulling out of the station that you realized the carriage wasn’t the usual open, modern one but one with small compartments with a corridor to one side. Very 1960s you thought ! But the bonus of it was , you were all on your own, at least for now ! With very few stops on this particular journey you looked forward to some peace and quiet. You got out your papers and were engrossed in them when the door slid open and an old lady asked if you minded her joining you. You glanced up briefly and smiled..” No, not at all , please do come in ! “ Then you went back to studying the publisher’s proposals. The woman had entered and now sat down on the opposite side to you . Glancing up several times you saw that she had taken a book out and was quietly reading. There were the occasional passers-by out in the corridor but no-one else came in.
It must have been nearly half an hour later when you noticed the woman had got up and was facing away from you, fiddling with something in her case on the seat. Something dropped on the floor and rolled right under your own seat. As you leant over to retrieve it you were grabbed by strong arms. At first you were just pressed down, immobile, then a gloved hand came round to cover your mouth. “ Keep quiet and you’ll be alright ! “ The voice was deep and menacing so you just nodded, not offering any resistance. You were hauled upright and pushed into the corner of your seat by the window. You looked with astonishment at the ‘old woman’, her powdered face close and her granny glasses glinting under the sickly light of the carriage. Even her perfume fitted the part…for some reason the image of Hinge and Bracket floated into your mind…the ‘old woman’ was the spitting image of Hinge…or was it Bracket ! ? Anyway, the one who played the piano ! The incongruity of the manly strength with which you were being held and the vision of the old lady had you confused for a few seconds. You tried to say something but the menacing grip on your face tightened and you relaxed. You were wearing a tight fitting jacket, lacy blouse , pleated skirt, stockings and heels. With one hand still controlling you the man, for it really was a man ,started undoing your jackets. You instinctively put your arm up to stop this. You got a sharp slap with his gloved hand. It wasn’t the pain of it so much as the unexpected v******e that shocked you to stillness. “ Don’t be such a stupid bitch ! “, he hissed. Then his hand was inside the jacket. Inserting his gloved inside your blouse he thrust down, popping most of the buttons right off with ease. The ping of them flying through the air amazed you. Then you felt him ******* your breasts through your lacy black brassiere. He grunted, pulled his hand out and removed the glove with his teeth. Then it was slid back, this time you felt his warm palm easing a cup down, moulding to the breast within. You moaned in protest as you felt those intense squeezes, pinching at your erecting nipple. His face leered, inches from your own, as he continued to stroke and play . “ Fuck, what beautiful little puppies ! “, he breathed . Soon both breasts were exposed and reddened from this intimate treatment.
Pushing you hard back, one hand over your mouth still , his face sank and you felt his hard teeth and wet lips on a nipple….he suckled hard then seemed to ingest half your breast into his biting mouth. In spite of your horror and alarm you couldn’t prevent your body responding to this sexual intimacy, unwanted thought it was ! You remained tensed , one hand trying to push him away, the other jammed up against your side. But his strength and wait were sufficient to keep you in place. You glanced at the windows into the corridor.. “Oh please…come along someone “ , you thought !
As if he had just read your mind the man broke off, his glistening mouth grinning …With a stern warning about remaining still and quiet he straightened up, backed over to the door and pulled all the blinds down . Then he got a big metal key out of his handbag and locked the door, He waggled it at you and said…”Perks of being an ex-guard, love ! “ Now, confident that nothing would disturb him, her ordered you to stand up and start stripping . Your mouth dropped and for a split second you thought about screaming…or lunging for the communication cord. Again, he seemed to read you clearly…” Don’t be a stupid cunt ! Try any funny stuff and…well, you know what will happen ! “
“ Oh, please…no…please ! “
“ Shut up , you slut…and get stripping ! “ He made a lunge; you cringed back, now fully aware that this was all for real. He watched you stand, then smirked as you removed your jacket. Your buttonless blouse gaped to show your bare one breast . You slowly pulled the rest of the blouse out of the waistband of your skirt and shimmied it off your shoulders. Dropping it onto the seat you next unfastened your skirt and let it slide , to puddle around your ankles. The sheer slip underneath followed. The man whistled…” Sussie and stockings, eh ? My lucky day ! ..Uh huh !…brassiere next !”
You obeyed slowly, the cool air on your bare upper body and his lascivious stare making you suddenly self-conscious.
“ Give us a twirl then ! “ After you had spun and posed for a minute or so he said…” I guess it’s my turn now ! “
You sat down and watched him take off his granny hat…seeing the lethal hatpin made you blink…if only you could get hold of it ! He waggled it in your face…” Not a chance, bitch ! “ Then he opened his large handbag and safely stowed it away. It was bizarre, watching him undressing ! Under the voluminous dress he was wearing a big white brassiere, its cup brim full of flesh-coloured silicone falsies. These dropped out as soon as the brassiere came off. He was very hairy , you noted . When the dress had been unbuttoned and discarded you saw that he too was wearing a long slip. He ordered you onto your knees. Then he approached, “ Pull the slip down ! “ With shaking hands you obeyed….beneath were a pair of silk bloomers, or directoire knickers to be more exact . A deep shade of mauve you could see that they were tented right out, a large darker stain on the apex of the bulge. The bastard’s precum had been dribbling out for awhile ! ‘ Closer !” You shuffled closer, your knees chafing on the dirty floor of the jolting carriage. “ Now…suck my knob…through the panties ….no hands ! “ Trying hard to keep your balance as the train went into a curve at just that moment you leant forwards, your mouth tentatively hoping to capture that twitching knob under the wet material !
You head was grabbed and drawn to the prominent bulge in those knickers. “ Suck ! “ Your mouth gaped and got filled with the bloated thing hidden under the damp panty material…A hand under your chin closed your mouth…for a moment you thought about biting down …hard…very likely wounding the fucker beyond repair; instead your pursed lips gripped the invader and began sucking. No stranger to the taste of precum you were surprised at the lavender flavor, no doubt the bastard had done his research very well into how old biddies looked and smelled ! The man moaned appreciatively as he felt your tight wet mouth pleasuring his erection. Some minutes later your cheek muscles were aching so you were relieved when he pulled his cock out and signalled you to rise. You were then pushed onto the seat, the man falling to his knees between your spread thighs. Your bum was pulled to the edge of the crusty seat covering. Then his mouth was pressing down onto the silky taut vee of your thong. His turn to eat ! By the time his whole mouth was trying to work over your hidden sex you were well-aroused. The sound of his raid licking rasps filled the compartment , plastering the wet scrap to your cunt which was already starting to open. His fingers wormed and were eventually thrusting in and out of your cunt as his kisses and licks tantalized your exposed clit. Against your better nature your hips were rising up , pressing against his increasing moist lips. “ Fucking lovely ! “, he gasped…you’re juicing up nicely, you dirty tart ! “
“ Stay like that !”, he hissed as he stood up . Slipping the damp panties down wasn’t easy, his sticky erection got caught in the material, Then it sprang free, a big long cock with swollen purple head ; it twitched and bobbed, spraying precum over your thighs and belly as he hopped and kicked the knickers right off. He gripped his cock-shaft and forced it downwards, his knees dropping himself closer to you as you sprawled on the carriage seat. You put a hand up…” No please…don’t **** me…please no ! “ You got sharp slaps to your trembling thighs…” Spread ‘em, you cunt ! “ He pressed one leg to your inner knee then used his hand to force the other knee wider. His hand directed his weeping knob to your splayed crotch…” Mmmm…oh yes ! Your twat’s opening nicely ! “ Then you felt his slippery wet knob distorting your labia; he worked it back and forth, side to side . You started to vocalize again then stopped as his menacing fist raised high… It was his weight that eventually forced your tight orifice to distend, spread then mould to the slippery curve of his bloated knob….His eyes were bright, his breathing fast and urgent…” Yes, yes …going to fuck you good, your dirty whore ! “ With that his hips gave a violent thrust and your mouth opened in a silent scream as he entered you, there was the sudden lurch as his helmet flare passed the tightest portion of your vestibule. He sagged forwards , shooting a hand out to steady himself again…. You craned you neck…God !, you could see his hairy pubes mashed tight up against your bald mons…inside your fully plugged cunt you even felt the pressure of his cock against your cervix !
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