Hello everyone this is my first time writing something like this, so I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. Without any further wait here is the story:
Samantha who was known to her coworkers as Sammy, stepped onto the busy train on her way to work. She walked over to the far side of the train and stood with one hand on the railing. Left with some free time she checked herself over to make sure everything was in order. She was prone to double checking things, a habit borne of her career focused mind. She had her purse with everything in place. Her cards, her keys and her phone. She then looked down and pushed out a crease from her teal skirt that went down a little past her knees. She laid a hand on the red fabric of her long sleeve shirt, over her B cup breasts. She let out a breath, content that she had not missed anything in her rush to leave the apartment. She then turned to her phone and sought to make the trip pass quicker with mindless scrolling.
As the train thundered on, it grew gradually fuller until all the space around Samantha was filled with the bodies of strangers on their way to their destinations. While so many people near her made her a little anxious, she was used to it. People often passed by as they tried to get off the train or move to more open areas, sometimes they brushed against her as they did so. She thought little of it, absorbed in the digital world. Something felt different this time though, someone behind her brushed against her several times, the back of their hand pushing against her ass, each time a little harder. She stepped forward to stop the uncomfortable experience. This had little effect as the man in the brown hoodie behind her stepped forward to match her, in fact he stepped even closer to her.
She became uncomfortable as she feared what might be happening to her. She looked back at the man with a look half of fear and half of anger. She was angry that this man had no sense of personal space and afraid that these brushes were no accident. She could not see his eyes behind the sunglasses he wore, but his expression was blank and his head faced slightly away from her. He didn’t acknowledge her look. The brushing grew more frequent, every little sway sent his hand onto her ass. After several more brushes he even grabbed her ass for a second.
The unexpected grab sent a shiver up her body like a bolt of lightning. She was forced to come to the horrifying conclusion that this was no mistake, he was grabbing her on purpose. She looked around but everyone was absorbed in their phones like she had been trying to be. She cursed her misfortune to be the focus of this older man. Why did he even want someone like her, she thought to herself. She put her free left hand behind her to block this groping. She hoped this would be a clear enough signal to this sick man that she just wanted to be left alone without causing a scene. She just wanted to get to her stop so she could forget about this.
When she set her hand behind her that was when things really went crazy. The older man grabbed her hand by the wrist and before she could react forced it into his sweatpants. Her hand was pressed up against his throbbing cock. She let out an eep at the stranger suddenly grabbing her hand, she tried to pull it from his grip but it was no use, he was just too strong. She shook in fear that this man wanted to do more than touch her ass. How far would this man go, what would he do to her? These thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to resist touching his manhood with her hand. She couldn’t not feel its pulsing warmth under her hand, it was the first dick she had felt in years/ In the farthest reaches of her mind there was a repressed voice in her head that said “feel it” She shook her head to silence this voice, to send it away, never to return again.
Next the man grew closer to her and planted a hand on her right breast, groping it forcefully right before her eyes. She let out a noise in shock she didn’t recognize. She then looked down and everything came clearly into reality for her. This man was really molesting her in public, she wanted to scream, to call out for help but she couldn’t. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this, see her with her hand in a stranger’s pants. She hoped, despite knowing it wouldn’t be the case that the man would stop with just this. As if the man heard her thoughts he let go of her pants and slid his hand slowly down her ass then thigh to the bottom of her skirt. His fingers slipped under the edge of the skirt and pressed against her bare skin. They slowly slid the edge of the skirt up along her back, pulling it all the way up to her waistband, despite her attempts to stop him with her hand. Her simple white panties were in full view of this pervert and she couldn’t stop it from happening. She sniffled at the edge of tears, having never been exposed like this before in public or treated so forcefully.
She tried to cover her panties and ass from this man, going so far as to set down her bag and using both hands. The man pushed her hands aside like a minor inconvenience. He grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks with both hands. He kneaded them like a baker kneading firm dough. Samantha gritted her teeth and let out a small involuntary moan from his grabbing. She took one hand and covered her mouth in surprise that her own body was rebelling. The man then bunched up her panties into one solid T of fabric, the only thing covering her pussy from the leering eyes of this man. He slipped his strong fingers under the junction of fabric and pulled it taut. She clearly felt the fabric riding up against her pussy with a pressure it lacked before. She tried to get on her toes to lessen this pressure but the man only went higher. No matter what she did she was at this man’s mercy.
The man’s next move was to run a single finger along the bottom of her panties while it was taut. She felt his finger press against her pussy through the thin layer of fabric as it methodically slid back and forth. The man leaned with his face over her shoulder. He whispered in her ear with a gruff and low voice “Starting to feel good?” He then went back to standing straight up. There was no way she could feel good about being touched like this by a stranger, she thought. Then she realized with horror that she was starting to feel warmer and getting a little wet. The voice from earlier resurfaced and spoke again in her head “It feels good, Its been so long since anyone has touched me” A tear flowed down her face as the only words she could mouth externally were a meek “please stop…” The man either didn’t hear her plea over the rattling of the train or chose to ignore it.
Pushing further with her, the man started to pull her panties down. She gripped desperately at the panties, her last line of separation from being fully exposed for all the people on the train. With a strong yank that caused a ripping sound which replayed in her ears, the fabric was pulled from her grip and lowered from her crotch. The panties were lowered further and further down her legs until they reached her ankles. The man lifted her legs slightly and removed the panties from her completely. She had to grab onto the handrail to stay upright. She clutched at it like a lifeline in the storm, her knees shaking under her from fear of what is to come. The panties left her body and disappeared somewhere into the man’s possession, a trophy from his hunt, and I am the prey, she thought to herself. More tears streamed down her face.
The hands that had groped and felt her so much went back to work in no time, one slid under her shirt, snaking its way across her pale skin and up to her bra. It squeezed the right breast again like before but she could feel it so clearly now with just the bra keeping his hands from her bare skin. The other hand went to the newly exposed pussy which felt the coolness of the open air. She shivered at both the cold and what she must look like to someone who happened to look over at her. She turned her head back and forth to look at the other people on the train. Fortunately they all had their backs to her or were gazing deep into their phones. She felt relieved that no one saw her but also sad that there would be no one to save her from what was sure to unfold.
The hand that reached for her pussy used one finger to rub along the bottom on it, the warmth and roughness of his skin against her sensitive lips made her moan softly. Encouraged by her voice her assailant went further, reaching his finger up around her and pressing her clit with the tip of his finger, the rest sitting against her pussy, hints of wetness coating it as it pressed between her lips. She tried to close her legs to keep him out but she felt weak, her attempt did little to deter his hand. The middle finger moved off of her clit and probed its way inside of her. She cried out “not there” in a quiet voice. The voice in her head moaned loudly and gave a satisfied “Mmm yes”. The voice was louder now, harder to suppress and it terrified her.
The hand on her breast moved further, pulling her bra down a little and wiggling its way inside to grab her small boob fully, her nipple which had by this point become erect was pinched gently between two of his fingers. He ran a finger back and forth over the nipple, teasing it in a relentless fashion. The stimulation from all across her body made her feel strange. She felt warm and her mind, which was normally sharp, felt foggy and unclear. Only the feelings from being touched struck through the fog. The intensity of feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was intoxicating but also frightening. She felt like she could lose herself to the feeling if she lost focus.
The finger that pressed inside her went further digging deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. She felt her pussy walls constrict around the finger. At this point she wasn’t sure if the constriction was her trying to keep the finger from plunging deeper or to feel it more. Either way her pussy clamped down on the intruding fingers as it plunged deeper into her and moved around, moving back and forth. Each time it sank deeper a new wave of stimulation rolled over her like the waves of the sea on a stormy day, bombarding her relentlessly. Each time it chipped away at her composure, at her resistance to this man.
She felt something welling inside her as the man’s groping and fingering intensified. A second finger joined the first as it slid in and out of her pussy. The hand on her tit pinched and teased her sensitive nipple. She bit on her finger to hold back her voice and the pain helped her keep her senses. His fingers wetted by her pussy slid faster in and out of her, she could hear them moving and sloshing inside faintly. Then he went all out, rapidly fingering her while squeezing her tit, his breath was on the back of her neck as he panted a little. The sudden attack caught her off guard and she moaned loudly into her finger, the feeling surging up her body uncontrollably. Her knees wobbled as liquid sprayed out from her pussy onto his fingers, her thighs and the ground of the train. Did I really just squirt, Samantha thought to herself. She had never squirted before and didn’t know she could. The surprise and shame and pleasure brought by this man’s hands swirled around in her mind. She was losing her grip on what she wanted, the intense immediate pleasure was so tempting and her resistance and restraint seemed increasingly pointless in her mind.
Samantha was barely able to stand, the heat she felt all over her body from the orgasm was making her feel weak. Her pussy burned with a need. It was part of that voice in her head that grew ever louder, the one that told her how badly she wanted this man to fuck her. The man removed his fingers from her trembling pussy. She felt them leave inch by inch. The man then held them to her face, showing her how wet they had become. The view before her made it impossible to ignore just how wet she was. She closed her eyes to not have to see how her body was becoming turned on.
She abruptly opened her eyes as she heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone and then a zipper pulled down. She knew what was happening but she also knew she didn’t have the strength to stop it. She felt his warm, hard and throbbing cock press against her from behind. The tip, slimy from precum smeared on her ass. The dick poked against her ass a few times before it was guided by his hand to be against her pussy. She moaned a little at the member pressed against her, inches from being inside. Her body seemed to shake a little, sliding back and forth over the shaft. It felt good, she thought to herself. No, that was the thought of the perverse voice in her head. She was finding it harder and harder to tell the voice apart from her own. She stopped herself moving and tensed up. The reality of the situation struck her for a moment, she was about to have unprotected sex with a stranger in public. How had she let things get this far?
Before that line of thought could go any further the man slid the tip of his dick between the lips of her pussy. It pushed and stretched at the entrance of her pussy. She was snapped out of her concerns by the dick entering her. It consumed her thoughts as the voice in her head reveled in the penetration. The moan made by this voice breached the confines of her mind and slipped from her lips. The man slid the tip back and forth a few times, each movement causing a shaking of her knees and a moan. The man then slid the dick in further, making the whole head become swallowed by her tight pussy.
The sensation of his girthy dick filling her was nothing like the first time she had had sex. The intensity and pleasure this dick brought crashing down on her was a completely new experience. She felt the fullness of this warm and hard rod inside of her. Once he plunged about two thirds of his dick into her he stopped. She was left for a moment to linger on this feeling, on how her pussy gripped on his dick, how it throbbed inside of her. Her face was flush as she struggled to not cum on his dick then and there.
The man made things harder by starting to move, he thrust his hips back and forth slowly at first, feeling every inch of her pussy give way to his dick before sliding out again. Her heart was racing and she knew he could feel it. He could feel her giving in to his dick. He slid faster in and out of her wet pussy, pulling out and then diving back in, each time spreading her insides again. He grabbed her ass again with a tight grip that held her trembling body in place for his dicking. His raw cock pounded into her, his full balls slapping against her with each thrust of his hips.
As he kept fucking her she felt her hips pushing back against his dick, her body begging for him to fuck her harder and deeper. Her voice let out another moan. He worked his hips back and forth into her with his dick. His hand gripped her hard onto her waist. His strong hands held her body still to take the full force of his pounding. She could hear each time his dick pounded into her pussy that was all too ready to take it. Maybe other people heard it too and tried to ignore it, she couldn’t tell, it was hard to focus on anything other than how her pussy was being fucked roughly.
“Mmm fuck” the voice in her head spoke, the thought passed her lips audibly as she moaned from the dick fucking her. The man changed positions, lifting her right leg up, holding up her weight easily as her fucked deeper into her pussy. In the back of her mind she realized that anyone on her right side could easily see her being fucked if they looked but the thought was pounded away by the pleasure his dick brought. Samantha didn’t even know this man’s name but what she knew was how good it felt to have his dick filling her up.
The warm dick that stuffed her pussy throbbed and the man grunted as he picked up speed further, a steady plapping sound in her ears. Her breast that wasn’t in this man’s grip bounced around wildly as the force of the fucking rode up her body in waves. She couldn’t stop moaning with each thrust, she didn’t try to hold back her voice anymore, she moaned and panted as she felt the rising feeling from her pussy. She knew she was getting close to cumming again. She felt from the throbbing of his dick that he wasn’t far off either.
The voice that she had suppressed, the one that told her how good his dick felt became her own. She had finally given in to the pleasure of this stranger’s dick. “Fuck me, god yes that feels so good” She spoke with her tongue hanging out and her body pushing against his dick with each thrust. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to orgasm. As she grew closer both of them fucked harder and faster.
With one final powerful thrust which made his dick dive deep into her pussy they reached orgasm at the same time. Her body twitched wildly and spasmed as she came. His dick pulsed and shot its hot seed with power and quantity. She could feel the cum pouring out of his dick and into her womb and pussy. She felt its warmth filling her up. She moaned as pussy juice and cum squirted from her pussy all around. The cum kept pouring into her as he drained his balls into her. He grunted and panted as he finally finished shooting his sperm. He stayed inside of her for a moment, panting and holding her up by the waist. His dick slowly slid out of her cum soaked pussy, when it left her, a glob of his cum slid down her leg and onto the floor of the train.
The man let go of her, returning his hands to himself. As he let go of her, her body gave out from under her. She fell to her knees, splashing into the puddle beneath her left by her cum and juices. She still spasmed and panted from the orgasms that wracked her pussy. She felt his warm cum leaking from her pussy. She ran a finger through the cum the was leaving her body. She stared at it, barely able to understand what had transpired.
The man pulled a package of tissues from his pocket and cleaned himself up. He finished cleaning and tossed the rest of the pack at her. He pulled up his pants and blended into the crowd of onlookers who stared at the mess of the woman who was covered in cum before them. Though she didn’t know his name or face, Samantha would never forget the feelings this man had awakened in her and the pleasure she felt on the train that day.
Thank you for taking the time to read what I wrote, hope you liked it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t8i6ih/samanthas_train_ride_mf_rape_public_creampie