Strangers on a Train (part two) [forced watching] [gun] [non/dubious consent] [blowjob] [fingering] [facial] [threatening] [anal]

The old man’s hand caressed my neck and I was biting back tears, trying not to let it bother me, but I was genuinely afraid of what Shawn would do, and what the old man would do. Every time his fist clenched I shook my head slightly and he relaxed his hand. The old man leaned close to me and took a deep breath of my hair, “My name is, Mitchell,” he said softly, seemingly just to me, “and you are?”

“Evelyn,” I said softly.

He turned to Shawn, “And your name?”

My boyfriend was hesitant to answer but looked at me and relented, “Shawn.”

“Over the past few months I’ve paid roughly twenty thousand dollars to watch you fuck Evelyn on an empty train car late at night. That train car is no longer going to be empty but you will get an additional thousand dollars for every friend I bring along. Is that agreeable?” he asked.

Shawn looked to me and I nodded, “Okay,” he said.

“And once you’ve cum in her, you are to hold your dick in her until we’ve auctioned the pleasure of cleaning her to myself and my friends, then you will lift her off of you and hold her cunt so it is tipped up, her legs spread wide, and your cum held in her. You get three quarters of the auctioned price and I get one quarter of it unless I am the winning bid, then you get the full sum. The winner will clean your cum from her, mouth and fingers only, I promise. Can you agree to that?” he asked.

I shifted uncomfortably and nodded.

Shawn hesitated, “We get the full auction price regardless of who wins it,” he countered.

Mitchell thought it over and nodded, “I can agree to that,” He said as his arm wrapped around my shoulder and his hand grasped my breast through my bra. I took a deep breath and Shawn’s hand clenched again.

“Before you get off the train, we all get to cum on her. Tits to thighs only so she can be covered up and not walk home with the shame of being so obviously the object of pleasure you’ve offered her up as,” he looked to Shawn, a smirk on his face as he raised the gun slightly, “can you agree to that?” he asked.

I swallowed hard as he pulled my breast from my bra.

Shawn looked to me, but I was slightly frozen as Mitchell’s fingers played with my nipple. He moved his hand over and pulled my other breast out and repeated the rolling and pinching motions with his fingertips until my nipples came to matching peaks.

My boyfriend looked back to Mitchell and nodded, “Okay,” he said.

Mitchell tilted his head slightly, “I really didn’t expect you to be so agreeable to my terms,” he said a smirk spreading across his lips.

“You have a gun on my girlfriend,” Shawn said, “what choice do I have?”

“Right, about that,” he said as he unfastened my bra with one hand and pulled it off of me, “I have one more request for tonight,” he pulled his cock from his pants. He was just as firm now as he had been on the train. He pulled me over onto his lap, his cock between my thighs with the head resting on my stomach.

Shawn moved closer to the edge of his seat but Mitchell ran the cold metal of his gun over my chest, his eyes on my boyfriend as he pressed the barrel of the gun under my chin, just at the top of my neck, forcing my head back onto his shoulder as his hand explored my body. My breathing was labored and I was trying to stay calm as his hand slid down between my legs.

I was undeniably wet and he whispered to me so lightly I was certain Shawn couldn’t hear him, “I’m not going to force you. Nor will I harm you if you don’t want to continue. The gun is just for effect, satisfying my own desire of using force and I have no intention of using it on you. But, if you tell your boyfriend that he will lunge at me and I will be forced to defend myself. We don’t want him to bleed out on the floor just to leave you all alone with me, right?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl,” he whispered as his fingers penetrated me and my back arched involuntarily. I could just see Shawn in my peripheral vision, he looked scared more than mad, as Mitchell continued to rub my clit and finger me, “Now, put your hands on my cock and stroke me slowly and gently while I make you cum,” he said, loud enough for Shawn to hear him.

I wrapped my hands around his cock, gently stroking him as his fingering became rougher and more insistent. I was afraid he would get distracted and pull the trigger of the gun rather than curling his fingers inside of me and it made me tense and squeeze him a little more tightly than I’d meant to.

He pulled his hand from me and wiped my fluids from his hand over his cock, which made it easier for me to stroke him. His hand went right back to work on my pussy and after a few minutes of alternating curling and rubbing, I held his dick firmly between my legs and rocked my hips, causing him to hold still and moan in my ear. He pulled his hand from me and brought it up to grope my breasts.

I stopped squirming against his shaft and he pushed the gun tighter against me, pressing into the area beneath my chin and above my throat, making me gasp, “Keep going, Evelyn,” he said breathily. I glanced to Shawn, he was staring at my body and I’m not sure if he was angry or turned on, but I started rubbing my cunt along Mitchell’s dick, using him to masturbate me.

He groaned and the gun eased up, “Look at him while you get off,” he groaned at me. His hand was groping my breasts, pinching my nipples and I turned my head to look at my boyfriend, who was watching me use the side of a strangers cock to stimulate my clit while that stranger held a gun to my to me.

Shawn’s eyes were big, glistening with tears, but he was also inadvertently stroking his cock through his pants a little. I smiled at him and gave myself the freedom to enjoy it. I rubbed myself against Mitchell’s cock harder and gasped as I felt his dick throbbing. I kept my eyes on my boyfriend and I pushed the tip of Mitchell’s cock against my clit and rubbed it in small circles until my body tensed up.

Mitchell’s fingers pushed back into my cunt and he rubbed quick and fast against the forward wall of my cunt until I squirted all over his cock and pants. For a moment I thought he was going to push his dick into me as he lifted me from his lap and slid me over his cock with one hand, the other held the gun to me still, but he kept going until I was kneeling on the floor, still tensing and aching while I rode out my orgasm on my knees in front of him.

He grasped my hair with one hand and held the gun beneath my throat with the other. I couldn’t really think straight. I was barely staying upright. He looked to Shawn and I closed my eyes, trying to get control of my body back.

“Now for my actual request, Shawn. Evelyn is going to suck my cock while you watch and then I’m going to cum on her face. Is that agreeable to you both? And, you are allowed to say no, Evelyn,” He said as he made me wince by holding my head very still as he pushed the gun tightly into that curve beneath my chin and at the top of my throat.

Shawn said nothing and Mitchell ran the gun along my lips, up along my cheek, then pressed the gun against the side of my head and cocked it. I felt the click of the mechanisms as he readied it to shoot.

“So do you want to continue?” He asked.

I nodded.

He pressed his lips to mine, but I was honestly too scared to react, I just held my breath and waited for him to pull his dry lips away from mine, a smear of my lipstick stuck to him as I looked up at him. He sat back and let me get started, “If you do a good job, I will handsomely reward you both,” He said as he smirked at my boyfriend.

His gaze never left Shawn’s as I kissed along the side of his shaft and sucked on his balls while my trembling hands stroked him. I kissed the tip of his cock and licked along the underside of his head, carefully pressing my tongue up and down all the way around, then I lowered my lips onto him and I tried to regain control of my breathing. I needed to focus on this, not the cold metal of a cocked gun pressed firmly to my temple.

I cringed as I heard Shawn move in his seat. Mitchell’s hand tightened in my hair and I almost felt like I was going to be sick, half expecting to be shot mid-blowjob. But the shot didn’t come so I took a deep breath and continued.

I made all effort to make him feel like his dick was the biggest and best I’ve ever had in my mouth. I felt him tense up as I rocked my throat against the head of his cock and I looked up at him. My eyes watered from holding my breath, a trick I learned that created a visual guys really seemed to love when getting blown.

He smiled at me and groaned, “Stroke me onto that pretty face of yours unless you want to swallow it straight,” he said.

I pulled my mouth from him and stroked his cock until he released his load. I jumped when the first splash hit my lip, but I kept stroking him, leaving a thick streaky coating of his cum all across my face. He grasped my hair in the hand that didn’t hold the gun to my head and broke his stare-down with Shawn to look at his prize. He smiled then brought his hand down from my hair and gathered his cum from my face and held his thickly coated fingers at my mouth, “Tongue out,” he said mockingly.

I stuck my tongue out and he wiped his fingers off onto it. His cum was so bitter and salty, but I tried not to look disgusted. He rubbed his cum over my lips and down my throat, which he grasped tightly and pulled me up onto his lap again. I was facing him this time. I choked out a pained whimper and he brought my ear close to his mouth, “One of these nights you’ll be here all alone and I won’t need the threat of a gun to take what I really want from you. Though, something tells me the cold steel pressed to your trembling body would be just the incentive you need in order to be the very best whore you can be.”

He pressed the gun against my stomach, just under my ribcage, pointed up, “Would you like to get me hard again so we can see?” he asked.

I started crying and shook my head. He pushed the gun tighter against me and looked me in the eyes, “And if I don’t care about what you want?” He asked.

I stopped crying and just looked at him. It really didn’t matter what I wanted or was willing to go along with. He was in control and he knew it. He saw my will break and I resigned myself to being used however he wanted to use me and he smiled, “Now you understand,” he said coldly.

“Put my cock away, Evelyn, I don’t think I’m going to fuck you tonight,” he said, ensuring Shawn heard him. I tucked him away and shakily zipped and fastened his pants.

He pulled me up to my feet and pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket, tossing it on the coffee table, “For the privilege of use,” he said as he pulled my body back tightly against him and kept the gun pressed beneath my ribcage as he backed up to the door.

When we got to the door he smiled at Shawn, “I told you you would say yes one of these times. And, just so we’re clear, you live at 6302 Westbridge. I obviously know where she lives, and no, I didn’t follow you from the train. Don’t show up at our agreed upon time and day and I will bring the party to your homes instead. If that happens, I can’t guarantee it will be as civil as the deal I’ve proposed to you. Understand?”

Shawn nodded and the guy smiled, “Then I trust I’ll be seeing you both next Friday.”

Mitchell slid his hand between my legs as he looked at Shawn, “Given how you reacted to what you just saw, I’m open to paying for the privilege of using force in private interactions with the two of you as well. I can just imagine how aroused you would get if you were forced to watch your girlfriend fuck herself on my dick at gunpoint. No need to answer right away, just think about it and we’ll talk it over when I walk you two home next week. In the meantime, the force aroused her as well,” he said as he pulled his fingers from me and showed my boyfriend the glistening stretchy fluid coating his fingers before he wiped his hand on my breasts and stomach. “If I were you, I’d push her against the door as soon as it closes and fuck her hard to ease the discomfort you’re both in over having enjoyed this encounter.”

He pushed me towards Shawn and we both fell to the floor as the old man left. Shawn was trembling almost as much as I was and I got up on shaky feet and slammed the door, quickly fussing with the locks and locking us safely inside.

Shawn looked uncomfortable as I glanced over my shoulder at him, “Was it the force that excited you?” I asked him.

He shook his head then moved over to me and kissed the back of my neck before he whispered, “Your submission to it, my helplessness to stop it.”

“He said the gun was just to fulfill his own fantasy and he wasn’t going to use it unless you made him. Please don’t make him? I can deal with his demands, it doesn’t matter, but him shooting you because you tried to be brave? I don’t know if I could handle that. Besides, I’m pretty sure if he shoots you, I go missing and worse happens,” I said.

“Did the force excite you?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe? Or the fear? Maybe just his confidence? I don’t know, I have so many things going through my head right now, Shawn.”

He rubbed the front of my neck, “You want me to be forceful with you?”

I started to pull away and his grip on my throat tightened, “Nod if you want me to continue,” he said, seemingly having control over his body again, while I was still amped up on the adrenaline of having a gun held to me.

I nodded and closed my eyes as he whispered to me, “Now, nod if you want the old man to fuck you while I’m unable to stop it.”

My chin quivered and I tried to turn to look at him but he held me so I couldn’t turn my head.

I nodded again and he groaned in my ear, “I was hoping you would say that, Evie,” he said, kissing my neck as he rubbed his fingers over my asshole. I breathed in deeply and he bit my neck just below my ear, making me moan. He’d been asking about anal but I always said no. I don’t think I wanted to say no anymore, but I also didn’t want to consent to it fully, so I pushed my ass back towards him without a word.

I felt him smile as he picked me up around my waist and carried me across the room. He bent me over the arm of the couch and spit on my asshole, working the saliva into me with his left index finger. I whimpered and he stood beside me and grasped my hair and jaw in one hand, pulling my head over towards him. I twisted myself to see his dick right in my face.

I moved myself so I could suck on his dick, coating it thickly in my saliva as he fingered my ass, then spit on it again and worked a second finger into the pink, softly puckered flesh. He shoved his dick deep into my throat, hurting me a little as I gagged and clenched on his fingers. His hips lifted up and down, grinding my throat against the head of his cock as my eyes watered.

When he pulled his cock from my mouth I gasped and coughed, his dick was rock hard and thickly coated in glistening spit. That spit, however, did not make for a great lube so he didn’t ram himself into me, though I know he wanted to. He just pushed the tip of his cock into me, slow and gentle thrusts combined with stretching and pulling with his fingers until my clenching ass allowed him entry. I whimpered and he made short slow strokes into my ass, his hand grasped my hair and pulled me up from the couch.

I was crying and it just seemed to excite him more as my body trembled in his grip. He pushed himself a little deeper and I gasped, reaching behind me to put my hand on his hip, trying to push him off of me a little. He grabbed that hand and twisted it behind my back, then thrust a little deeper. I never asked him to stop, in fact I started pushing my ass back against him and he groaned at my compliance.

I know he wanted to push deeper, instead he pulled back then pushed about halfway in again. He didn’t push me further as I tightened and squirmed when he tried. I expected him to push deeper when he was ready to cum, but he didn’t. He pulled back and came with just the head of his cock inside of me. He was still spurting when he pulled free, splashing my opened asshole with a final shot of his cum. Shawn pulled me up to my shaky feet and turned my head so he could kiss me, “Did I hurt you?” He asked.

I ignored the tears streaming down my cheeks and shook my head, “No,” I said weakly.

He smiled and kissed me, “Are you lying to me Evie?” He asked.

“I’ll be okay,” I said, my voice catching a little.

He turned me around and saw that I was positively trembling, “Did I cross a line?” He asked.

I shook my head, “I…I think the adrenaline…everything just caught up to me,” I said.

He guided me into the bathroom, practically holding me up as my legs were too shaky to stand on my own, and proceeded to clean me up and get me ready for bed. He lay in my bed with me and tilted my head towards him as I started to doze off, “I know you don’t really want to move in with me. But I’d like to ask you again if it’s something you would consider. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you staying at either of our places alone.”

“I don’t think…” I started.

He sighed and interrupted me, “Evie…”

I put my hand over his mouth and looked him in the eye as I continued, “I don’t think I feel safe here by myself anymore. Maybe not fully moving in with you, but whether here or at your house, together after work and on the weekends? That I would like.”

He pushed my hair behind my ear and I pulled my hand from his mouth, “I can live with that,” he said.

He pulled me against him and stroked my back as we both fell asleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iecp95/strangers_on_a_train_part_two_forced_watching_gun

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