This story is based on an actual experience I had a few years ago on a late night London tube train. The story is entirely true up until the point of physical contact. After that, it’s just fantasy.
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I was waiting for the last underground train, headed home from a work party. I was very tired and quite drunk, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. The train arrived, and I entered. The carriage was almost empty, save for three loud drunk girls.
As I walked past them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had very large breasts with a very deep, exposed cleavage. Being a man, it caught my eye and I involuntarily glanced at them for a split second. As this happened, I saw that she had a wide grin on her face, looking straight at me, her two friends started giggling, and they said something like “He likes your tits!”.
I went to sit down further down the carriage and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. The girl with the cleavage then shouted something like “There’s no shame in looking darling!” at me from across the train, with a sarcastic tone, and they all started giggling loudly. I continued to pretend to sleep, but I could tell that they were not going to leave me alone so easily. I opened my eyes slightly to see what they were doing, and noticed that the busty girl had moved to the seat facing me with a wide grin, pushing her boobs together again. I pretended to not care and closed my eyes, and she said something like “Do you like these darling? Do you want to touch them?” and they laughed again.
After a while, I opened my eyes and saw that the girl in front was still staring at me. She had some very thin and tight black leggings on, and she was spreading her legs apart at an almost 180º angle, with her knees bent and pulled up in a very sexual way. I didn’t really look, but it seemed like her leggings were quite visibly revealing the outline of her pussy. “Do you like this, darling?” she said in an obviously provocative, sarcastic tone, running her hand up and down her crotch, with her legs pulled up and spread right in front of me.
It was obvious that they weren’t flirting with me, they just wanted to humiliate me for glancing at that girl’s cleavage. Honestly, I just wanted to get the hell out of there, and I didn’t want to have anything to do with these obviously crazy girls. The girl with the big cleavage wasn’t even particularly pretty or attractive to me, but I couldn’t help but be turned on by her body and the way she was provoking me.
I started to feel that my dick was getting hard. I wanted to get out of there, but if I stood up, they would see my erection and make this already embarrassing situation much worse. The next station was still a way off and I would have had nowhere to go, so I had no choice but to stay seated, thinking they might not notice.
With my eyes closed, I pretended to ignore them again, and think of something else, but she was now making all kinds of fake moaning sounds. She knew exactly what she was doing, with her over-the-top porn moans, bimbo-like eye-batting glances, lip licking and crotch and boob-flaunting. I tried very hard not to pay attention but my dick just kept growing against my will.
“Oh, look, he’s getting hard!” shouted one of the other two girls, as they all laughed. “Next time don’t wear such tight jeans, honey, we can see what you’re thinking! But it’s okay darling, I know you like this, you don’t have to hide it!” giggled the busty girl, as she continued to caress her crotch. Despite my resistance to the situation, I was now incredibly turned on and my erection was very visible through my jeans, making it pointless to keep pretending that I’m ignoring her. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t change my thoughts no matter how I tried.
I kept my eyes closed hoping they would leave me alone, when suddenly I felt her hand on my bulging crotch. She was now sitting next to me. I didn’t know how to react and froze, sitting there without saying a word, staring in front of me. She started rubbing my bulge through my jeans, and I was so turned on and tense at the same time, that I was immediately very close to cumming. I wasn’t going to get up, I knew I would have nowhere to go and they would just laugh even more. I just held back with all my strength, and tried to force myself to think of something else. She may have won the battle, but she wasn’t going to win the war. I wanted to show her that she’s not in control of me, and she wasn’t going to make me cum at her command.
“Just relax honey, the Crème Fraîche will be ready soon” she said with her usual sarcastic tone, as if she could feel my effort to hold back. “You’ll love it, you’ll see!”, she said, and slid her hand inside my underwear and started rubbing the tip of my dick in slow circles with her fingers. I breathed in audibly. I couldn’t think at all, the sensation was just too intense. I just breathed deeply, helplessly trying every technique I knew of to stop myself from orgasming, unable to figure out a way out of this.
“Look at my big tits again honey, don’t be afraid, I promise I won’t mind”, she giggled and stared into my eyes, blinking her eyelashes and pouting her lips sarcastically, while continuing to slowly swirl her fingers on the underside of my now pre-cum drenched dick. I was so stupid and unable to think clearly that I couldn’t resist glancing at her deep cleavage that she aggressively pushed towards my face, making them swell further out of her top as she pressed them together. I instantly regretted this, as the sight was almost enough to send me over the edge, which was exactly what she wanted.
She was winning, I was about to reach orgasm. Then, with the subtlest, well-timed flick of her finger, she brought me ever so slightly over the edge. Fully aware of what will happen next, she then quickly took her hand away, got up, and went to sit back down between her two friends, where the three of them continued to stare at me from a safe distance, grinning intently, as if waiting for fireworks to go off. She shouted something like “Looks like it’s time for your Crème Fraîche, darling!”, but I could hardly hear it, my mind was going blank. She had stroked me passed the point of no return, and my cock was steadily tensing up beyond what I thought was possible. I could feel myself go red in the face, and I started breathing faster. They began counting down in unison, like before a rocket launch: “Ten! Nine! Eight!”.
I couldn’t believe how helpless I was, sitting there fully erect, waiting to inevitably ejaculate all over myself in public, on my own, as three girls watched and counted down together. I was breathing faster as I felt pressure build and build between my legs. In a continued hopeless attempt to avoid complete humiliation, I tried to hold back with all my might, but I could feel my dick starting to pulse and throb against my will. “Six! Five! Four!”, they chanted relentlessly. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to cum at their command.
To make matters even worse, I realized that because she had stopped stroking me, this was going to be a ruined orgasm, devoid of pleasure or satisfaction, which was of course her very intention. I was now so desperate for release that I thought of using my hand to at least get a pleasurable finish, but that would just have humiliated me even further, if that was at all possible. Instead, I just sat there and resigned to the inevitable.
“Three! Two! One!… *Crème Fraîche!!*” – they screamed as loud as they could, in annoying, ecstatic, hysterical laughter. Their timing was perfect. I watched in horror as my body convulsed uncontrollably as my dick pumped my underwear full of warm semen, and I unintentionally let out a an animalistic groan with each contraction. As I came, they cheered, clapped, and laughed maniacally at their handiwork. My balls continued to empty themselves further and further for more than a dozen spasms. Then, after what seemed like eternity, it was finally over. Exhausted and breathless, I sat there in my own cum, unable to process what had just happened.
Still laughing hysterically, they got off at the next station, and screamed “Come again next time, darling!” and threw me a kiss. A wet spot had appeared on my crotch as my cum soaked through my jeans. Having had a ruined orgasm, I was still fully erect, and I was now going to have to walk home.
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My actual experience happened as I describe, up until the part where physical contact happens, and what follows that is just a fantasy of mine. I actually got off the train before they did, but I did have to walk home with a boner, and it was indeed quite embarrassing.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5zk7xy/crème_fraîche_humiliated_by_a_group_of_girls_on
That’s an amazingly well written story!
Thanks very much for that