The Train Ride
She always hated riding the trains into the city, and avoided them every chance she got. But today was the first day on her new job across town and there was no way to avoid it. Taxis were far too expensive, and the bus would take over two hours, whereas the train was only a 45 minute commute. She also hated wearing dresses and skirts (always a bluejeans type of girl,) but the company Dress Code called for them.
To make matters worse, the train was really crowded at that time of the morning with commuters packed in shoulder to shoulder. At least the music on her MP3 player offered some sort of relief for the long ride to the other side of town. She had all her favorite bands on it; Led Zeppelin, John Mellencamp, Pat Benatar and Nine Inch Nails to name just a few. And the fact that the company didn't perform d**g-screenings was a plus, so she'd hit the bong a few times before leaving the house.
She was lost in her music and she didn't really notice the contact other commuters made when they lightly jolted against each her as the train rolled down the tracks. Through her ear buds she listened as Trent Reznor's sultry voice filled her ears, and her mind began to roam when suddenly a stranger's hand brushed up against her ass. At first she attributed it to the bumpy train ride, but when she felt his fingers lightly squeeze her cheek she knew it was more than just an "accident." She glanced over her shoulder but could only see an older, handsome dark-haired stranger staring straight ahead. Amazingly, she could feel her pussy beginning to get wet as this stranger continued to gently massage her ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. She looked around at the other passengers...nobody noticed a thing as the older man continued to grope her ass. "What the hell," she thought to herself; her husband had stopped showing her affection some time ago, so she let the man continue without saying a word. It wasn't long before she felt his knowing hand creep underneath the hemline of her short skirt, his thick fingers making contact with her warm thighs. By now her pussy was steaming hot and her panties were actually getting moist.
She spread her feet just a bit more as this strange man cupped the crotch of her panties and began to squeeze his fingers into her silky smooth panties. She reached her left arm behind her, but instead of brushing his hand away she lightly gripped his forearm in a show of shameless approval. That encouraged him to extend his middle finger and push it firmly through her panties and between her pussy lips...
She moaned softly as she felt his finger work her pussy lips, and her panties began to soak up her hot juices. Before long the stranger had moved in front of her, lifting her skirt, and she felt him slip his hand inside her now soaking wet panties. Sliding his fingers with ease into her hot cunt, he began to feverishly finger-fuck her. She felt her juices trickle down her inner thighs as first one, then two fingers squished into her pulsating pussy.
The motion of the train...the rhythm of the strange man's fingers...the tempo of the music all worked together to bring her to her first orgasm. But that was only the beginning. After two more orgasms she felt the man pull out of her hot fuck-hole and tug her panties down her legs. She eagerly stepped out of them as he pulled them over her feet, and didn't seem to notice when he placed them into the pocket of his jacket...
She felt him replace his fingers into her dripping wet fuck hole and commence to thrusting them in and out and in and out until she had yet another orgasm, her juices cascading down her naked thighs. Her legs quivered as she came again and again, and she felt the weight of her body bending her knees until she could no longer stand. Sinking to the floor of the train car, she squatted there as she tried to catch her breath. Then, glancing upward, she noticed this strange man had unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick, throbbing cock. Just inches away, she gazed at the beautiful man-meat before her. She knew what he wanted from her, and she was more than eager to oblige.
Reaching up with her right hand, she firmly grasped the thick shaft of his cock and guided its fat, purple head to her hungry lips. A drop of pre-cum had emerged from the slit and she rubbed it onto her hot lips, hungrily licking it into her wet mouth. Then she worked her tongue around the fat head and sucked the first inch between her lips and into her wanting mouth. Slowly she made love to his cock, worshiping it in all of its glory. She loved the feel of his hot, throbbing cock slowly filling her mouth, brushing up against the roof and sliding across her tongue. She bobbed her head to and fro as he began to slowly fuck her facial fuck-hole, and she felt the fingers of both of his hands as they intertwined with her hair. There she squatted at this lovely old man's feet, eagerly sucking his cock into her mouth as he steadily fucked it. She opened her throat and his cock easily slid past it until she felt his bloated balls slapping up against her chin...
Without missing a stroke, she re-positioned herself so that she was now on her knees, a more comfortable position from which to service this strange old man's cock. She thoroughly enjoyed the treatment she was receiving, her mouth being fucked like it was just another pussy. She was a slut...a whore...and she always had been. But this time was extraordinarily different, as she'd never before been used as a fuck toy in public by a total stranger. And this fact made her pussy extra hot and wet...she absolutely loved it! She was a shameless cunt, and she didn't care if anybody saw her or what they might have thought!
Before long she felt a burst of hot semen shoot into her mouth and throat, and it was all she could do to swallow it. Yet still a bit trickled down her chin and onto her blouse...how was she going to explain this at her new job? But did she even care?
The strange old man wasn't through, however, as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. He proceeded to tugged her back onto her feet and turned her around. Lifting her skirt, he entered her hungry cunt from behind and began to fuck her nice and hard. "Whore," she heard him whisper into her ear as he grabbed a handful of her hair, and she immediately had another orgasm.
She felt him reach around with his free hand and grab her tits over her blouse. As he fucked her he groped her breasts and pinched her now hard nipples through the fabric of her blouse. She never liked wearing a bra. This caused her to cum again...twice in a row! She squirted against his thrusting cock and her juices soaked the front of her skirt.
"Well," the thought went quickly through her mind, "I may have to call in late and go shopping for a new outfit to wear for my new job..."
She had lost count of how many orgasms she experienced during that train ride into town, her mind in a fog. She hadn't even noticed when the strange old man came again deep inside her pussy. But she did recall him slapping her ass one good time before disembarking the train at his stop, and she felt saddened that he had to go. She noticed that this was also her stop, and she hurried off to find the lady's rest room.
She slowly gathered her wits and adjusted her skirt and blouse, taking a brush from her purse to fix her tussled hair. Looking into the mirror, she saw that she had to fix her face as well; her mascara and lipstick had been completely smeared and made her look like some kind of a whorish clown.
Her outfit was thoroughly stained with her and the strange old man's juices, but fortunately for her she still had time to stop into a nearby department store to purchase a change of clothes. It didn't take long at all for her to change her outfit and walk the short distance to her new job.
In the elevator on the ride to the nineteenth floor where the offices were located, she suddenly felt a hand on her ass. She turned to face whomever was touching her and discovered it was the old man!
"Welcome to the firm," her new boss informed her. "I've a feeling you'll fit right in!"
To make matters worse, the train was really crowded at that time of the morning with commuters packed in shoulder to shoulder. At least the music on her MP3 player offered some sort of relief for the long ride to the other side of town. She had all her favorite bands on it; Led Zeppelin, John Mellencamp, Pat Benatar and Nine Inch Nails to name just a few. And the fact that the company didn't perform d**g-screenings was a plus, so she'd hit the bong a few times before leaving the house.
She was lost in her music and she didn't really notice the contact other commuters made when they lightly jolted against each her as the train rolled down the tracks. Through her ear buds she listened as Trent Reznor's sultry voice filled her ears, and her mind began to roam when suddenly a stranger's hand brushed up against her ass. At first she attributed it to the bumpy train ride, but when she felt his fingers lightly squeeze her cheek she knew it was more than just an "accident." She glanced over her shoulder but could only see an older, handsome dark-haired stranger staring straight ahead. Amazingly, she could feel her pussy beginning to get wet as this stranger continued to gently massage her ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. She looked around at the other passengers...nobody noticed a thing as the older man continued to grope her ass. "What the hell," she thought to herself; her husband had stopped showing her affection some time ago, so she let the man continue without saying a word. It wasn't long before she felt his knowing hand creep underneath the hemline of her short skirt, his thick fingers making contact with her warm thighs. By now her pussy was steaming hot and her panties were actually getting moist.
She spread her feet just a bit more as this strange man cupped the crotch of her panties and began to squeeze his fingers into her silky smooth panties. She reached her left arm behind her, but instead of brushing his hand away she lightly gripped his forearm in a show of shameless approval. That encouraged him to extend his middle finger and push it firmly through her panties and between her pussy lips...
She moaned softly as she felt his finger work her pussy lips, and her panties began to soak up her hot juices. Before long the stranger had moved in front of her, lifting her skirt, and she felt him slip his hand inside her now soaking wet panties. Sliding his fingers with ease into her hot cunt, he began to feverishly finger-fuck her. She felt her juices trickle down her inner thighs as first one, then two fingers squished into her pulsating pussy.
The motion of the train...the rhythm of the strange man's fingers...the tempo of the music all worked together to bring her to her first orgasm. But that was only the beginning. After two more orgasms she felt the man pull out of her hot fuck-hole and tug her panties down her legs. She eagerly stepped out of them as he pulled them over her feet, and didn't seem to notice when he placed them into the pocket of his jacket...
She felt him replace his fingers into her dripping wet fuck hole and commence to thrusting them in and out and in and out until she had yet another orgasm, her juices cascading down her naked thighs. Her legs quivered as she came again and again, and she felt the weight of her body bending her knees until she could no longer stand. Sinking to the floor of the train car, she squatted there as she tried to catch her breath. Then, glancing upward, she noticed this strange man had unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick, throbbing cock. Just inches away, she gazed at the beautiful man-meat before her. She knew what he wanted from her, and she was more than eager to oblige.
Reaching up with her right hand, she firmly grasped the thick shaft of his cock and guided its fat, purple head to her hungry lips. A drop of pre-cum had emerged from the slit and she rubbed it onto her hot lips, hungrily licking it into her wet mouth. Then she worked her tongue around the fat head and sucked the first inch between her lips and into her wanting mouth. Slowly she made love to his cock, worshiping it in all of its glory. She loved the feel of his hot, throbbing cock slowly filling her mouth, brushing up against the roof and sliding across her tongue. She bobbed her head to and fro as he began to slowly fuck her facial fuck-hole, and she felt the fingers of both of his hands as they intertwined with her hair. There she squatted at this lovely old man's feet, eagerly sucking his cock into her mouth as he steadily fucked it. She opened her throat and his cock easily slid past it until she felt his bloated balls slapping up against her chin...
Without missing a stroke, she re-positioned herself so that she was now on her knees, a more comfortable position from which to service this strange old man's cock. She thoroughly enjoyed the treatment she was receiving, her mouth being fucked like it was just another pussy. She was a slut...a whore...and she always had been. But this time was extraordinarily different, as she'd never before been used as a fuck toy in public by a total stranger. And this fact made her pussy extra hot and wet...she absolutely loved it! She was a shameless cunt, and she didn't care if anybody saw her or what they might have thought!
Before long she felt a burst of hot semen shoot into her mouth and throat, and it was all she could do to swallow it. Yet still a bit trickled down her chin and onto her blouse...how was she going to explain this at her new job? But did she even care?
The strange old man wasn't through, however, as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. He proceeded to tugged her back onto her feet and turned her around. Lifting her skirt, he entered her hungry cunt from behind and began to fuck her nice and hard. "Whore," she heard him whisper into her ear as he grabbed a handful of her hair, and she immediately had another orgasm.
She felt him reach around with his free hand and grab her tits over her blouse. As he fucked her he groped her breasts and pinched her now hard nipples through the fabric of her blouse. She never liked wearing a bra. This caused her to cum again...twice in a row! She squirted against his thrusting cock and her juices soaked the front of her skirt.
"Well," the thought went quickly through her mind, "I may have to call in late and go shopping for a new outfit to wear for my new job..."
She had lost count of how many orgasms she experienced during that train ride into town, her mind in a fog. She hadn't even noticed when the strange old man came again deep inside her pussy. But she did recall him slapping her ass one good time before disembarking the train at his stop, and she felt saddened that he had to go. She noticed that this was also her stop, and she hurried off to find the lady's rest room.
She slowly gathered her wits and adjusted her skirt and blouse, taking a brush from her purse to fix her tussled hair. Looking into the mirror, she saw that she had to fix her face as well; her mascara and lipstick had been completely smeared and made her look like some kind of a whorish clown.
Her outfit was thoroughly stained with her and the strange old man's juices, but fortunately for her she still had time to stop into a nearby department store to purchase a change of clothes. It didn't take long at all for her to change her outfit and walk the short distance to her new job.
In the elevator on the ride to the nineteenth floor where the offices were located, she suddenly felt a hand on her ass. She turned to face whomever was touching her and discovered it was the old man!
"Welcome to the firm," her new boss informed her. "I've a feeling you'll fit right in!"
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