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On Your Knees

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last update 公開日: 2026-10-12 17:13:12

I didn’t even pretend I wasn’t looking for him the next night.

Same train. Same car. My dress was even shorter, the kind that barely covered my ass if I bent even a little. No panties again. My pussy was already slick just from walking onto the platform.

He was sitting in the same seat.

Legs spread wide. One arm along the back of the seat, the other resting on his thigh. His eyes found me the second I stepped through the doors. He didn’t smile. Just nodded once toward the floor between his
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  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   On Your Knees

    I didn’t even pretend I wasn’t looking for him the next night. Same train. Same car. My dress was even shorter, the kind that barely covered my ass if I bent even a little. No panties again. My pussy was already slick just from walking onto the platform. He was sitting in the same seat. Legs spread wide. One arm along the back of the seat, the other resting on his thigh. His eyes found me the second I stepped through the doors. He didn’t smile. Just nodded once toward the floor between his boots. I walked straight to him. The car wasn’t packed this time—enough people that it still felt public, not enough that someone would immediately shove me aside. I dropped to my knees between his spread legs without a word. The floor was cold and dirty under my bare knees. My dress rode up high enough that anyone looking down the aisle could see the bare curve of my ass and the wet shine already coating my inner thighs. He didn’t speak. Just reached down, unzipped, and pulled his cock out.

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   On His Lap

    I got on the train the next evening already wet. Same car. Same time. My dress was shorter this time. No panties underneath. I’d left them at home on purpose. The second the doors closed and the train started moving I felt it between my legs—warm air, the soft slide of my own wetness when I shifted my weight. He was already sitting. Window seat, near the middle of the car. Legs spread just enough. White shirt open at the collar, jeans unzipped enough that I could see the thick outline of his cock pressed against the denim. He looked up when I stepped closer. No words. Just a small nod toward his lap. I sat. Not beside him. Straight down onto his thighs, facing forward, my back against his chest. The second my bare ass touched him he reached under my dress, grabbed his cock, and dragged the fat head right between my pussy lips. He was already hard. Already leaking. The blunt tip split me open and he pushed up at the same time I sank down. I took every inch in one slow drop. My

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The Pole

    Two days later I was back on the same train. Same hour. Same packed car. Same thin dress and cotton panties that still felt damp just from the memory of what he’d done. I told myself I wasn’t looking for him. That I just needed to get home. My legs said otherwise. Every time the train rocked I felt the ghost of that thick black cock stretching me open again. I spotted him near the center pole. Tall. Broad. Dark skin, white shirt sleeves rolled up, jeans sitting low on his hips. He wasn’t even pretending to look at his phone. His eyes locked on mine the second the doors closed and the train started moving. No smile. Just that same calm, filthy stare like he already knew how wet I was. The car was crowded but not as bad as last time. People stood close, but there was space around the metal pole in the middle. He moved first. Slow. Deliberate. Cut through the bodies until he was right in front of me, one hand on the pole, the other hanging loose at his side. “You kept the dress,” h

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Beneath the Dress

    The train was packed tighter than a can of sardines at rush hour. Bodies pressed in from every side, the air thick with sweat, cheap cologne, and the low hum of the tracks. I stood near the middle doors, one hand on the overhead rail, the other clutching my bag against my hip. Skirt riding a little high from the jostle of the crowd. Thin cotton panties underneath, nothing fancy. Just the kind that get damp easy when you’re already half turned on from the heat and the press of strangers. I felt him before I saw him. Broad chest against my back, solid and warm. He didn’t apologize when the train lurched and shoved him harder into me. Just stayed there. Close. Too close. His breath brushed the side of my neck when he leaned in a fraction. Then I felt it. Something thick and heavy dragged along the back of my thigh, right under the hem of my dress. Not a hand. Not an accident. The blunt head of a cock, fat and already half-hard, sliding up the soft skin like it belonged there. I f

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Caught - Final

    Morning light was already cutting across the bed when the door opened. I hadn’t slept much. The plug had kept me awake in pieces—every time I shifted it pressed deeper, reminding me I was still full of him. My wrists were faintly marked from the cuffs. My ass and cunt ached in that deep, used way that didn’t fade overnight. His cum had leaked around the base of the plug in a slow, sticky mess that dried on my thighs under the covers. Daddy walked in carrying coffee and the black bag. He set both on the nightstand, pulled the covers off me in one motion, and looked at the state of me—plug still seated, dried cum on my skin, legs slightly open from how I’d slept. “On your knees. Ass up. Face in the mattress.” I moved. The plug shifted inside me as I got into position. He stepped behind me, gripped the base, and pulled it out slow. A thick trickle of his cum followed, running down over my cunt. He watched it for a second, then pushed two fingers into my ass, feeling how open I still

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Caught 5

    I lost track of how long I stayed like that. Arms stretched above my head, cuffs biting into my wrists every time I twitched. Legs still open. The towel under my hips was soaked through with the slow leak of his cum from both holes. My shoulders burned. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat. Every small shift made the mess between my legs smear colder against my skin. The house was quiet except for the occasional sound of him moving around downstairs. A drawer. The fridge. Footsteps. Then nothing for a long stretch. I stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about how open I still felt. How used. How completely he’d taken back every inch the boy had touched. The door opened without a knock. Daddy walked in, sleeves still rolled, looking calm like he’d just finished a normal day. He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked me over the same way he had that morning—like he was checking inventory. His eyes moved from my cuffed wrists down to my open legs and the wet ev

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Daddy's Turn

    Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Caught!

    I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The Wrong Send

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