It had been a while since Devyn walked out on her job. Brad had blown up her phone, trying to talk her into coming back, but after a few days he left one final voice-mail telling her to come pick up her stuff. She didn’t. She wasn’t going to give him the chance to do anything to her on the way out.
Finding a new job was difficult, however. In such a competitive job market, there were plenty of women willing to accept being used in the workplace and of course these women took priority. Even with all her prior work experience, it was difficult to find someone that would take her if they weren’t allowed to fuck her in the mouth. Months passed by, and her savings started drying up. She got desperate.
Adding to that, fuel got more and more expensive. Eventually, the only viable option for her to go to any job interviews she could land was to take the train. She had finally found one prospect that was willing to respect and enforce her boundaries. It didn’t pay well, but it was her first chance in months, so she was willing to do what it took to get it. Even if that meant a ride on the train…
She stepped out of her apartment building, dressed in her finest professional clothing, and walked down the street to the train station, being careful to cross the street any time she saw a man coming the other way. Making her way into the train station, she couldn’t tell whether or not to be relieved. There were other women there. Maybe the economy hit everyone hard enough to the point this was their only option. Only problem was that, of course, many of them were being used. Mostly women that had sat down at a bench somewhere, but there were some that had evidently been brought to their knees to be used in the middle of the floor.
She walked as fast as she could down the stairs and through the tunnel to her train. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one man glance at her, and then do a double take. Shit. She pushed herself to go even faster, but soon she heard him running up behind her.
“Excuse me, miss–”
“I don’t have the time–”
“I think I recognize you from–”
“I really don’t have time to–”
“Look!”
The man shoved his phone in front of her. Instinctually, she glanced down at the screen, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. It was her. On that fateful first day when the law had been passed. A video played on his phone of man after man walking up to her in her seat at the train and cumming into her mouth, in such quick succession that she didn’t even have time to stand up. After everyone was finished, the camera showed her struggle, as she tried to get up, almost spilled cum immediately, and then pinched her nose and swallowed everything in her mouth.
Devyn looked at the man in horror. He smiled back, “so you’re back on the train today, huh? I guess you must have loved swallowing all that cum.” Devyn stomped as she turned to him, and had to hold herself back from slapping him, “Fuck you! Delete that!” The man put his phone away, and just stood there for a few seconds, smirking at her. He looked down the tunnel in the direction Devyn had been heading.
“You riding into downtown?” he asked, in the tone of a school bully.
Devyn stepped back. She thought of lying to him, but decided that there was nothing to gain from keeping this conversation. “Bye,” she spat out, then turned and left, the tap of her heels echoing through the tunnel as she angrily stomped away. She intentionally walked up the wrong set of stairs, hoping to throw that bastard off. After loitering a bit behind a column, hoping to avoid any attention, she went back down and walked to her platform.
The train was already there. She walked down all the way to the back of the train and stepped in. She breathed a sigh of relief as she looked around. He wasn’t there. Moreover, the train car was relatively empty, with a fairly even mix of men and women. And nobody fucking anyone else in the face. She made her way to a seat and shakily plopped herself down, brushing her pencil skirt down to her knees to try and not look so nervous.
She watched as people slowly came in, until she saw a face she recognized. “Derrick!” she waved at a man in equally professional clothing walking in. He had been a former coworker of hers at… that place. He politely smiled at her as he walked up. “Hey, Devyn. How have you been?”
“Well… you know,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders, and momentarily losing the smile on her face. He nodded a bit, “I heard what happened. I’m sorry Brad did that to you. Most of the women in the office left after they heard–” She looked around the train car, “yeah, you know, I don’t really want to talk about that, Derrick.” She looked up at him, “how have you been?”
Once he started talking though, she got distracted. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. That bastard from the tunnel. A creepy smile grew on his face, as he made eye contact with her. Then, for some reason, he walked down to the other end of the train, and stood in front of some empty seats… glaring right at her. Devyn nervously looked between him and Derrick, trying to act like she was paying attention.
“You should’ve seen it, there was chili everywhere–” he continued some story Devyn didn’t actually care much about in this moment.
“Yeah. Hey, Derrick? I’m going to have to ask you to do me a huge favor.”
“What is it?”
She looked back at the man. He was still staring at her, only taking breaks to look around the train, evidently for another man to be daring enough to start using a woman first. She could tell what he had planned the second he saw an opportunity.
“There’s a guy here… I think he plans on trying to use me.” Derrick started to turn, but Devyn interrupted him, “don’t look. Just… when I say, I may need you to stick… to stick *it* in my mouth.”
Derrick looked at her incredulously. “Devyn, I don’t think–” She gave him a stern look, “listen, it’s either you or him or any of the other perverts on this train, and I’d really rather not have some dirty stranger try to injure my throat. Just… please?” Derrick looked at her for a few seconds, then swallowed. “Sure, just… make sure it’s necessary before you ask.”
A few silent minutes later, the doors to the train shut, and the train started to move. Not long after it got up to speed, a man stood up and undid his belt as he walked up to an older woman sat down across from him. No words were exchanged. He pulled out his cock and just casually stuck it in her mouth. After a few minutes, another man did the same to a woman closer to Devyn’s age. Finally, the man from the tunnel started walking up the aisle.
“D-Derrick. Derrick.”
“What? Now?”
“Yes! Please. Now.”
Derrick shakily unzipped his pants and flipped out his cock. Devyn practically swallowed it just in time. The man had just stepped up to the side of Derrick. “Awww man! I was going to do that!” Derrick slowly turned to him, “well, this one’s taken. Go find someone else.” The man threw his hands up, “alright, alright. Sheesh,” he looked down at Devyn, “some other time, then, huh, sexy?”
They all stayed there, frozen for a few moments, looking at each other. “… well?” the man said, to the both of them. “Well, what?” Derrick responded. The man chuckled, “are you actually going to fuck her mouth or are you just going to rest your cock in it?”
Derrick gave the man a cold look, then slowly put his hand on Devyn’s head. Slowly… gently… he slid his waist back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of Devyn’s mouth. Devyn was careful to touch it as little as possible, but with how thick Derrick was and how bumpy the train ride was, it was impossible. Her lips were clasped around it, and she tried to avoid it with her tongue, but all the same his cock grew wet and slick as it slid over her tongue, compressing it.
Derrick turned to face the train wall, his face bearing a stoic expression as he acted as if he was gaining a rhythm. In reality, his movements were nervous and jerky. With the floor of the train bumping around, his head bobbed up and down in Devyn’s mouth, tapping against her teeth and against the roof of her mouth at times. A few times, he accidentally touched the back of her throat before quickly pulling back.
Devyn’s heart raced. A flurry of emotions filled her head. She had met Derrick’s wife many times. How would *she* feel about this? About his cock filling up Devyn’s mouth, taking up her spit as it went in and leaving streaks of precum as it went out? Devyn understood that Derrick wasn’t enjoying this one bit, and that made her guilt that much worse.
This went on for a while. The man just stood there, watching it happen. That cruel smile never escaped him. Eventually, his stop came. He looked at each of them and said, “well… enjoy the rest of your trip,” then he focused on Devyn, “and I trust we’ll see each other again.” Then, he stepped off the train.
Devyn’s jaw was aching at this point. Derrick was rather thick, and she couldn’t help but rest her lips around it for most of the time that was going on. But as she tried to pull back, Derrick made a stopping gesture with his hand, “holdonholdon… don’t move…” Devyn looked up at him, confused at first, and then horrified as she saw the tense expression on Derrick’s face. Suddenly, she realized, she had a ticking bomb in her mouth in the form of a cock right on the edge.
Just as Derrick was starting to look like he might relax a bit, the train started moving again. It jerked forward, then accelerated sporadically, bumping violently as it gained speed. With the base of his cock held in place by Devyn’s lips, his head flew around the back of her mouth, tapping against her jaw, the roof of her mouth, the back of her tongue…
“F-fff-fu–… shit!”
Derrick tried to pull out, but didn’t make it in time. One shot of cum hit the back of Devyn’s throat. The other coated her tongue on the way out. One hit her chin right after his cock escaped her lips, then the other hit her square in the face as his cock recoiled, then the rest shot all over her outfit. Her matching skirt and jacket were covered all over in streaks of cum.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Devyn–”
“No, it’s fine…” Devyn didn’t look up at him, but instead down at her clothes. She tried to swallow before she could taste him, but the aftertaste that filled her mouth proved impossible to completely ignore. “I’d rather you than him.”
But then she slammed her fists down on her lap. “Fuck! How am I supposed to go to my interview looking like this!?” Derrick looked guilty as he watched Devyn sit there, visibly having no clue what to do. As the train came to its last stop, he simply said, “I’m sorry. I’ll pay to have that clean–”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, dejected, “seriously, it’s fine. Have a good day at work.”
“I’ll see you around.” He turned and stepped off the train. She stayed until the car was empty, then eventually took in a deep breath, popped some gum in her mouth, and got up to go to a restroom to clean off.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vf2jzc/a_new_law_on_facefucking_pt_3_mf_dubcon_freeuse