Request 3: Fucking a stranger, whom I just met in the metro, in a public washroom while she sees herself getting fucked in washroom mirrors. -Protector
I'm feeling good today. Got up early for once and didn't even feel sluggish, Got a lot of shit done and even thought to hit the town earlier. Hang around the cafe before work. Because I live in the middle of fucking nowhere, I hurried to the early train, 20 minutes before my usual, and find myself boarding just in time.
For some reason, I have a smile resting on my face, which I never find time for nowadays. And good timing. I feel eyes on me as I'm standing in the train carriage. There aren't many people in today so she's easy to spot. I pull my head around instinctually and see her sitting with her legs crossed a seat or two back. I smile awkwardly and avert my gaze as I nod in her direction. I turn back to the window and watch the world pass by.
Only a minute or so later and I feel someone brush by my backside. "Sorry," I apologise automatically before I'm pulled back by arms around my waist. I feel a good set of filled breasts against my back as I'm inconsensually cuddled. I hear a light giggle and feel a puff of breath as she backs up and walks away.
I turn to see who it was and it was her. She looks back to me with eyes that could withdraw a sailor from sea and blows me a kiss. She stands at an opposite doorway, holding the grab-handle with her left hand. It could be my morning wood but I think she wants it.
After only a moment, I feel a rage in my pants and my heart skip a beat. I feel red and can't help following up. Luck is really on my side today. I test its strength. I let off of the handle and walk over to her, straightening my cock as I move. I grab her hips strongly, on accident, and she widens her eyes in surprise. As if she's offended. I can't exactly control my body when I get this horny.
Her offence whisks away as I press my cock between her cheeks and pull her into me. Instead, she bites her lip and releases a slight moan. I hear this and grind my cock back before fucking her with one thrust. "Mnf!" is forced from her voice before I pull away and grab the handle next to her. Both of us just look to each other attracted by animal magnetism.
She pulls her second arm up to her grab-handle and sticks her ass out provocatively. This bitch loves her hands tied. That's all I need to know. She does well in teasing me for the next five minutes that I feel myself near grunting as my breath gets heavier.
My stop and I almost miss it being called over the speaker. The train slows. "Fuck," I complain. I had all that time to get her number and I fucked it up. I am early so… No. I don't know that part of the city yet, I'll be late for work. I sigh deeply and near the doorway as it opens. I walk out and turn back to wave her off. She grabs my hand and stares with a lustful smile, turning her nose up at me and smiling with strong fuck-me eyes. She leads me away as the train departs.
She throws her scarf over my head and leads me into the woman's washroom. She pulls it back and leaves it daintily hung around her neck as she pushes me to the wall and drops to her knees. My eyes tunnel-vision to her face tucked between my legs and burying her face in my dick. I see her undo my belt and feel her wrap her fingers around my jeans. I roll my head back and notice one of the stalls is in use. Awkward. But not worth stopping over
My cock is freed and I feel my meat slap against her face. "Aah~," she lets out as she licks and bites her lip. "Fuck," I grunt as I join my hands on her head and usher her downward. "Ooh~," she moans as she licks the tip of my meat and holds the base in her small, soft hand.
She slaps my thick limb against her face as she moans and fails to coat our love-making in secrecy. "Fuck~. Ooh, fuck~," she continues as she slobs over my nuts and forces me down her throat. She has no problem making a mess of things. And being loud while doing so. "You fucking slut,"I try, and she seems to enjoy it. "Ooh~. I'm a whore~," she tells. "I'm a good fucking whore for cocks like you," she giggles. I push myself forward and fuck downward into her throat as I stand over her. "Shut up, bitch, and take this."
"Mmn~," she tries to moan as she sputters and gags on the throatful of meat she's holding. "That's it, that's it," I press the head to her inner cheek and tap her drool-drenched face in dominance. I rub the spit off in her hair before pulling her head back and spitting on her. "Nng~," she grunts with her teeth gritted. I hear a cough from the used stall and it brings me out of the moment.
A neatly dressed woman walks out with a quaint blue dress on and she turns her face behind her curly blonde hair in embarrassment. She washes your hands and does her best to ignore us. The bitch kneeling before me continues licking on my taint and balls as my attention is pulled toward the stranger. She walks by to leave and I thrust my cock at her while biting my lip. She was pretty.
"I ought to tell someone about this," she warns me, bringing me back to reality. "Bitch," the whore tells me as she suckles on the tip. She pops it out with an attractive sound. The innocent leaves with a huff. "Don't worry about her," she tells me. I try to listen and get back into my headspace but her threat weighs down on me. I better make this quick.
I slap the bitch's face just to help me get off and step over her. "Where you going, big-?" I turn and tug her arms behind her back before lifting her to her feet. "Ooh~." I walk her to the sinks and bend her over, pushing her face into the mirror. "-Boy?" She finishes her sentence. I drop her hands and lift her skirt. No panties. Seems about right. "Nnf!" I hold the tip of my rod to her lips. "Heh," I laugh. "You like that, bitch?" I ask her as I wiggle the head around her hole. "Fuck~," she moans. "I do."
I hold her scarf in my left hand and press against her back with my elbow, bending it back to hold her in place while keeping her breathing limited. "Mmn," we both moan. I pull her hair and shake her head around with my free hand. "Fucking whore," I throb as I insult her. I spit to the side of her head with half impacting the mirror next to her face, and the rest being smothered in her hair.
I rush my angry cock through her entry and she grits her teeth as she moans heavily from my sudden movement. She holds the sink as I rail her harshly and force her mouth to my spit. "Lick it, bitch." Reluctant at first, she drifts away with the feeling of my cock and allows her tongue over my juice. After a minute or so of having my way with her body, I feel my load building up.
She moves her hands to the bottom of her caramel knitted sweater and flips it over her breasts. She then grabs her shirt and bundles it up, to fit between her teeth and bites down. I grab her arms and pull them back above her ass, one at a time. I reach my free hand around her wrists and continue ploughing her, stretching her body into a more submissive position.
I see the bitch's perfect-sized jugs swinging with my speed in the mirror, only making me hornier as I stare. Her face pressed against the mirror and drooling doesn't help. Nor does the sound of the public living like normal just outside of the room. If there's anything to be late to work for, it's this.
I bends her over the sink, fucking both of our minds away amd moving solely by instinct. At this point, her tits are pressed against the glass while her breath fogs it. Hers and mine. Cradling her tight, spooning upright, my hips work against hers and only get more unbalanced.
Increasing in speed, she fails to keep up. I don't care and keep moving. I pull back and grip the rim of the sink, using it to really invade her secret spot. I feel a throb from my sack and a tightening in my stomach as I'm rushing into her as far as possible. Before I know it I feel my dick begin to clench and my honey spurt into her womb. "Hey!" she yelps, attempting to catch my attention. I push her body against the basin and glass as I totally ignore her, thrusting and lusting for a perfect climax.
She bumps me backwards with her cheeks and pulls me in my deepest, which pushes me a step as well. My mind hastily grows in awareness from just creampie babble, which almost throws off my nut completely. Almost.
Immediately, she turns, drops her knees to the harsh surface, and sucks me in so far I felt her lips slap my balls. "Oouh~. Aauh, fuuck~." I drop a hand to her head while I lean back to the stall divider to take my weight, and my load empties. Half in the cunt, half in the throat. This slut was something of a wet dream.
I widen my eyes and bite my tongue to make sure. Nope. This is real. She pushes my leg away and I let her go, my meat gliding slowly along her throat, tongue and then out of her lips. I hear her breathing. Not much of a struggle. I guess she must be used to it.
The sound of silence hits me like a brick on the come-down of that high and it feels like little pins and needles in my ears, fingers and toes. "God, fuck," I smile down at her. She's staring downward, and soon my confusion is answered.
She looks back up to me and smiles, cum and spit down her mouth, chin and cheeks. She giggles and runs a hand along the mess before slipping her sloppy fingers between her juicy lips. "That was great," she giggles as the other hand rises with a slip of paper. I pull it from her grasp easily, it slipping between her fingers, and I draw it near my blurred sight to read.
"My number," she stands and tidies herself while I grow softer. "Heh," I chuckle softly. I place the slip into my pocket and tidy myself. "You got a name?" I ask her.
She raises an eyebrow in confusion, "Uh. You really don't remember me?" A wave of discomfort, embarrassment and regret washes over me and leaves a bead of sweat down my temple. "Uh, sh-, uh, should I?" I smile nervously.
"Well," she smiles back, "maybe that's for the best." She tucks her breasts away and straightens her scarf. "I was a cunt to you in middle school -so were my friends. I knew it was you on the train this morning so I was looking at you and texting them about it. Taking the piss again but, fuck. I wasn't expecting things to take a turn like that. It just felt…right. I thought it would be funny to tease you again, like when we used to call you a sappy virgin who couldn't even talk to girls. I don't know what you did to learn that but, fuck. That shit was good."
I pretend to know what she's talking about, nodding, smiling. Really, I can't recall the bitch but I do have a faint memory of some sluts giving me shit when I was younger.
"Welp, it's good to see you've become a better person," I pull some bullshit out of my ass, not knowing what she was talking about. "Ahh. Thanks so much," she hugs me.
We both walk out and get funny looks. Either because one of us went into the wrong bathroom or that she's baring my spunk on her face like a reward. Should I tell her she missed some? Nah.
"Well," she looks to the clock striking 8:16. "I better get going then. Hit me up, just, whenever." She strides away, looking back every so often. 8:16? Fuck.
I find myself running right past her, thinking only about my job. I'm still early but I won't have enough time for the cafe with all this dilly-dally.
As I'm speeding up the stairs, I think about what's just happened. I still don't know the bitch's name.
-Dragon