We had been walking around tourist stops for hours and finally settled on a place to eat. It was a dimly lit hole in the wall restaurant but the smell was too tantalizing to resist. As we sit down and are handed our menus I see him look at me with a smirk and I blush looking away. I know what that smile means, I know what he’s thinking. Last time he gave me that smile I ended up bent backwards in a museum bathroom (mind you I had to keep extra quiet because it was well a museum). I start to fiddle with things around me as a ball of nerves finds its way into my stomach. Only being able to accept the fact that something would happen any minute.
It was nearing the end of the day and I was starting to get antsy, he hadn’t touched me after that. As we walked to the subway I was so distracted by my thoughts I didn’t notice his hand sliding across my back and over my ass. When I realized I tried to shrug him away as I didn’t want people to see. He surprisingly let go and adorned that smirk again.
We boarded the train and there was only one place left to sit. I told him I could hold on but he only pulled me onto his lap. We had about a 2 hour train ride so I tried my best to get comfy before I realized i felt him hardening under me. I let out a light gasp and tried to keep my face neutral. He had one arm around my stomach and the other holding his large bag on me. I grabbed onto it for fear it might slip and as soon as I did I felt his hand slide between myself and the bag. I was wearing plain black leggings and no undies so I wouldn’t have panty lines. That certainly was a mistake.
I could already feel myself soaking through the thin fabric my face growing hot. He rubbed my inner thigh inching closer to the clear center of heat. He was of course doing this purposefully painfully slow and I was trying my best to hold back a whimper. After torturing me for what felt like forever he simply cupped my pussy over my tights. “My my my. Is my little girl soaked through already? Tsk tsk tsk” he whispered in my ear making me squirm. “Ah-ah-ah naughty girl, moving so I can get a better angle?” His hot breath fanned over my neck as he pressed his palm harder against me. I bit my lip and whined “please s-stop” I muttered not wanting to draw attention to myself. He lowered his arm on my stomach and pressed me further into him. I could feel every bump and ridge in his cock now as it pressed into my ass.
Every time the train car bumped (which was often). His palm grinded into my clit and I had to stop my hips from moving. He noticed this of course and moved his hand away placing it on my hip, then he pulled down, now his cock was sitting firmly against my swollen pussy. I tried to struggle away but only made it worse As the head of his thick cock pushed against me. I stifled a moan into my arm as he started wrecking me in circles, the veins bumping against my wet slit and clit driving me insane. My breathing got shorter and I had a white knuckle grip on his bag all the while trying to pull away. “ oh you poor thing you seem to be out of breath” he smiled into my neck and trailed his teeth across it causing me to shiver. He continued rocking my hips back and forth only this time with fingers against my clit. I wanted to fight back I wanted to get up but he wouldn’t let up, his swollen cock head was now sat between my slit through my pants. Now he rocks me forward and back harder and harder till I’m almost drooling and begging. “Oh you nasty slit are you about to cum on my lap? Cum for me then bitch”. He speeds up the thrashing until I feel every muscle clamp up as I cum into a blissful white abyss, he doesn’t let up though practically fucking me through my leggings even as I beg him to stop and suddenly I’m cuming again and again till I feel like I can’t walk or think straight. I look around and we’re at our stop and I looks live peed myself with the amount of slick sticky cum down my legs. “What a mess.” He states with a satisfied hum.
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