LOGINTwo 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
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
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
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
I was still on the bed when he came back. Naked, legs slightly open, the slow drip of his cum already starting again between my thighs. My skin was clean from the shower but everything inside me still felt claimed and used. The ache in my ass and cunt hadn’t faded. If anything it had settled deeper, a constant reminder every time I shifted. Daddy walked in carrying the black bag again and a thick folded towel. He tossed the towel onto the middle of the bed. “On that. Ass up. Face down. Hands behind your back.” I moved into position. The towel was rough under my knees and cheek. He cuffed my wrists again, tighter this time, then ran a hand over my still-red cheeks like he was checking his work from the night before. His palm was warm. When he squeezed, I hissed. “Still tender. Good.” He opened the bag. I heard the familiar clink of metal and the soft sound of leather. Something cold and wet touched my hole—lube this time. He worked two fingers into my ass slowly, scissoring them
I woke up still sticky. The sheets under me were cold and damp where his cum had dried on my thighs and between my cheeks. My ass felt swollen. My cunt was sore every time I shifted. The taste of him was still faint on the back of my tongue. I hadn’t moved much during the night. I was too tired and too sore and too scared of what would happen if I disobeyed. The door opened just after the light started coming through the curtains. Daddy walked in already dressed for the day—dark jeans, black shirt, sleeves rolled. He looked at me like he was checking a piece of property he’d left overnight. No smile. No soft word. “Sit up.” I pushed myself up. My arms were still stiff from the cuffs. He watched the way my thighs stuck together when I moved. A thin string of dried cum stretched and broke. “Show me.” I spread my legs. He stepped closer, reached down, and pushed two fingers into my cunt without warning. I winced. He felt around inside me, then pulled them free and checked my ass
*A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P
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,
*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”
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







