CHAPTER 3: THE TRAIN CAR

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink

KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal

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"I haven't finished yet!!"

"Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you."

I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!"

However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

Frustrated, I push myself off the bed and walk over to his side; I'll just resurrect his dick with my tongue.

However before I can reach for him, he warns;

"Don't touch me; you're never satisfied. What sort of person are you? You're disgusting!"

That hurt, so I slap him and then run around the room to pick up my clothes and phone.

Fuck him!

I take a quick shower and scrub between my legs, and I try to finish off with my fingers, but it doesn't work.

Panting and now even more frustrated than before, I stumbled out from the bathroom, only to find the prick playing video games on his phone.

I almost sob at the sight------ that's the only thing he's good at.

Hell, he doesn't even look at me now I'm in only a towel.

After drying myself, I put on my clothes, I find my slippers at the front door and leave his house for him.

The idiot; always turning me on only to leave me hanging.

I'm so blinded by rage and anger that I don't think of where I'm headed and just board a bus at the train station.

... And when I step inside, the carriage is almost empty.

... Almost that is, there are still a handful of people around.

Suddenly my eyes spot a man in a dark coat sitting at the far end.

He's got broad shoulders, his legs are spread, and I can't help but think that he'll probably be the type that can get a woman to come.

Instantly the train jerks forward, interrupting my thoughts and I shake my head, muttering to myself.

"Get a hold of yourself."

Then I move to take a seat at the other end of the train, however my legs betray me and walk me to sit just across from him.

Cursing under my breath, I clench my legs and pretend like I'm not aware of the man's eyes that are now on me.

He doesn’t look away, and unfortunately it doesn't help my condition at all, especially since he's so hot, and I'm so horny.

So I keep my knees pressed together, my hands in my lap and hold onto my phone like it's my lifeline.

I wonder what it will be like if he were to just fuck me against the wall until I can't walk straight agai-----

Fuck!!

I need to think straight.

I am NOT going to let my sex urge disgrace me on this train.

Suddenly he speaks, “Get up.”

I glance at him. “Excuse me?”

“Stand up.”

It’s not a request,... obviously, and I open my mouth to protest but he pats the seat next to him.

“Here.”

I gulp, wondering what he wants, but then get up and move, feeling the rumble of the train vibrating through the soles of my feet as I go over to where he's sitting

Then I take the seat he patted earlier, not looking at him.

Does he want to tell me to behave myself?

I chew on my cheeks and curse at myself for having such a high urge, but then I feel his hand on my thigh.

“What are you doing------”

“You’ve been looking at me since you walked in,” he says. “Don’t lie.”

Oh no.

“I wasn’t------”

“You were imagining what it would feel like if I pushed you against the wall and fucked you until you couldn’t walk straight.”

My lips part in shock, but no words come out.

How did he------?

He leans in close, brushing his mouth against the shell of my ear.

“Do you want to find out?”

My thighs clench involuntarily, and I hate myself for it.

He smiles, and just then the train passes through a tunnel, causing darkness to fall into the train.

Then I feel his hand on my thigh move higher.

“You’re already wet,” he whispers.

Instantly I try to close my legs but he forces them apart with his knee.

“You’re going to sit here and let me touch what’s mine.”

“It’s not------”

He grips my jaw, forcing me to face him. “It will be.”

The lights in the train flicker back on, we've come out from the tunnel but no one is looking at us.

... No one sees his hand slide beneath my skirt.

His fingers find me instantly, all wet and throbbing, and he smirks.

“Such a good little slut. You got on this train for me didn't you?”

I shake my head, but my hips betray me and instead of stiffening at his touch, they begin rolling against his hand.

Suddenly he pushes two fingers inside me and I gasp, grabbing his arm, but he doesn’t stop.

“You’re going to come right here, where anyone could see you.”

“This is---- ah---- wrong-----”

“That’s why you love it.”

I feel ashamed by his words, but somehow, the shame... makes me... hotter.

My pulse pounds in my ears and my body tightens.

Almost there, almost there...

Suddenly he stops, and I whimper, pulling at his arms but he pulls away and stands up.

Not againnn.

I'll die of frustration!!

Then his hand grabs my wrist and I look up at him with shocked and hopeful eyes to see him jerk his chin toward the door at the end of the car.

“Come with me.”

Did he have to use the word 'come'?

My legs feel weak as I follow him, and he opens the door, leading me into the narrow connector between carriages.

Just then, the train sways, it's metal groaning slightly, and then he spins me, pressing me backwards so my back hits the cold wall.

Before I can even blink, his hand rips my panties and they fall to the floor.

“Look at me,” he orders and I find myself looking up into his eyes.

They're a grey shade, and the intensity in them just makes me all the more horny.

However I soon find it weird just staring into his eyes, and so I look away, looking over his shoulders instead.

But he grips my chin with one hand and forces me to meet his eyes again, while he busies his other hands with freeing himself.

Then I feel him, thick and hard, pressing the head against me, and my breath hitches.

“Tell me you want it, I want your words.”

“I-----” I start only to falter

What if he thinks of me as a whore? That'll be worse of an insult than my boyfriend already gave me.

So I keep my mouth shut, but his hand leaves my chin and grips my throat lightly, tilting my head back.

“Say it.”

Fuck this.

“I want it,” I breathe.

“Say you want me to fill you with my cock right here.”

Suddenly I don't care that I'll be begging.

“I want you to fill me... with your cock, please-----”

Instantly he thrusts into me, hard and deep, pushing all inches of him and completely knocking out every breath from my lungs.

I gasp, and then moan.

I feel so full I can't even breath properly and just leave my mouth hanging open.

How many inches is he?

... But I don't have time to think too much about that, the train rocks and his hips slam into mine with each movement.

“Fuck---- you're so tight,” he growls.

“This pussy’s mine now.”

I bite my lip to stop from crying out too loud, but he catches my chin.

“No, don't cover those sounds. Let them all hear.”

So I moan, louder this time, the sound from my lips mixing up with the rattle sound of the train.

He pounds into me relentlessly, pushing so deep, deeper than any cock I've ever had has been in, and it feels so raw.

And so goodddd.

“You like being taken by a stranger?” he demands.

“Yes----- God----- yes------”

By now my moans have gotten louder but I don't care, I wrap my legs over his waist and push my head deeper against the wall.

Suddenly he stops and unhooks both of my legs from his waist.

"What are you-------?"

Then he lifts them up above me head and rams into me.

Fuckkkkkkk

"Oh Goddddddddddddd!!!!!!"

I mewl and writhe in his grip, but he holds me down and keeps fucking me, going faster and given my position now, his cock hits deeper till I can almost feel it touch my womb.

"Ohhhhh ahhhhj ahhhh haaaaa!"

“Do you like knowing someone could open that door and see you getting fucked good?”

I can barely form words.

“Yes------ please----- don’t... stourghhhpppppppp-----”

“Come for me.”

The orgasm hits like fire, and my legs start to shake, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cry out.

He groans, giving one final thrust and shoving deep, holding me there as his cum floods me.

In a few seconds, I've come down from my high, but he's still pumping and his arms are holding me tightly.

Suddenly my core trembles again and the the still shooting motion of his cum in me makes me spasm, causing a second orgasm to wash over me.

And he growls, pulling my legs down to wrap them around his waist and thrust suddenly and harshly into me.

I yelp through my orgasm, only to moan when he bites into my neck.

A sweet feeling pours over me, and he groans when I clench hard around his lengths, milking every drop of his cum with my pussy.

...

It takes a few minutes for us to calm down, and when he pulls out, I’m still trembling.

Then he gives me a smile, and puts me down to stand on my feet, then tucks his cock into his pants.

He holds me till he's sure that I can stand on my own then says;

“Go back to your seat.”

I look at him, dazed. “Wh--- what?”

“Now.”

Still slightly confused, I pull my skirt down, my ripped panties nowhere in sight and my thighs slick with his cum, and walk back to my seat.

When I glance toward the end of the train- car, he’s gone, and is not on his seat either.

... And so I sigh.

I wish I had collected his number.