“What did I just do? Jesus fucking christ I’m so fucking fucked. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so terrible? Any moment now a police car is going to stop right next to me and it’s over. My life will be over.” It takes all I have for me to keep these thoughts from coming out of me. The rain is falling heavy, I’m completely drenched, yet my bloody cock is still stuck to the fabric of my jeans. With every step causing a terrifying pinching pain, which seems to reanimate it all over again. At least I hope that’s what it is or I have no other satisfactory explanation for why my dick is still hard an hour after the fact with all the guilt and shame and terror weighing me down.
The train station is in sight. Can I run without putting the biggest bulge I’ve ever had on display? I have to stop pushing it down, it’s drawing too much attention. “Fuck it. I have to pick up the pace.” As I get ready to run Lizzie flashes in front of my eyes.
How she’s stopped begging stopped making any sounds in fact. I see no anger in her face only dead silence which is surprising since it feels like she’s trying to cut my cock like a cigar using her rectum. Though I know she hides it well she is in a great deal of pain. I decide to finish as fast as possible since this has gone on for long enough. Her first wince since we started and she whispers to herself “please stop” as I thrust harder and faster trying to make myself cum.
I arrive at the train station and all I can think is that I need to get as far away from here as possible so I rush over to the ticket machine. In a predicament like this you don’t want to be surprised by the train, standing around with dick in your hand instead of a ticket. As much as I hate flashing big bills in public all I have is a Benjamin. If that isn’t the worst that can happen in this situation the machine keeps rejecting it. I notice that the handful of people who are at the train station are almost all waiting in line behind me. Which makes me all the more agitated since I’m still trying to hide my throbbing crotch from the public eye by standing way too close to the machine. With no other options I turn around and yell out “can anyone break a hundred?” I must have looked the way I felt like an absolute fiend because all the people behind me pulled back with terrified looks on their face except for a slightly elder lady who felt bad for me rather than fear me.
Lizzie and I were spooning as friends do according to her. My hand was squeezing her breast as hard as it could. She ignored it. She also tried to give the impression that she was unaware of my raging hard on but every now and then she moved the crack of her butt around the outline of my shaft ever so slightly and I was supposed to ignore that. How much longer is she going to play these games? Does she really want to engage in rape play without talking about it? To keep it more realistic I’d assume. She has hinted at it. And anyway how much longer can I be expected to take this? My balls feel heavier every time I see her. But is this really how she wants to loose her virginity?
The lady who now is walking over to me at her own pace has a beautiful, gentle, face perfectly framed in silvery blonde hair. Immediately I spot a pearl necklace on her royal blue cardigan around her neck. She can see the guilt and pain beyond my defenses and says not to worry. Though she cannot break a hundred she’ll pay for the ticket herself. A train pulls up and the lady tells me to hurry along before we miss it. It is at this moment that I realize how much time I had. She’s dragging me, as much as a classy lady could and would do in public, to a train that’s going in the opposite direction. I can’t refuse. At least once this night I need to behave with decency and pay her back. She smiles like a young gal on an adventure as we rush through the rain onto the train.
That’s it. I can’t take it any longer as I move my hand from Lizzie’s breast to my shoulder so that her throat is caught between my biceps and forearm. Next I push the back of her pants down. It’s difficult to expose her treasure but I manage to create enough space for my hand. She tries to subdue my eager hand with a very firm grip. There is nothing I can do but retreat. I pull my furiously frustrated throbbing member out and let it hang in the crack I just created. Her hand doesn’t move back there anymore. She’s terrified to touch it. After a half hour of angry wrestling, her giving in, a finger up her ass makes her gasp, she is struck by lightning, then fighting me, her moaning, me digging my nails into her flesh (particularly the boobs) we’re in missionary. I’m sitting upright on my heels, hands on her knees with a lot of space between us (our genitals most importantly). Her hands clasped together at her chin as she is biting her nails and magnificent breasts covered by forearms. My ragor though halfway out is kept in check by my boxers, pushing it against my belly. Her steaming untouched well protected by laughably thin briefs left over from her childhood. “For the last time I need a direct and clear answer. Do you want this or not? Do you want my dick inside you? May I?” A shy nod.
The lady and I sit down across from each other. The idiot that I am I forget about my massive bulge which is now accentuated. Just as I think there is no way she hasn’t noticed it by now and start to worry does the blood smell enough for people to realize or has it made a stain, she leans over and whispers “you’re potential has not been lost on me”. She grazes it ever so accidentally as she makes her way to the cabin bathroom. Without a second thought the adventurer in me, or perhaps it is the predator, gets up and follows her. She stands with her hand on her hips and feeds me a pill, which I courageously swallow with an attitude of I’m not gonna back down.
As pull my dripping cock out and realize the horror of what I just did Lizzie is the one who tries to comfort me. No I can’t accept that. Every touch of her makes my blood freeze and my skin feel vile. It’s too dangerous. I have to flee the scene.
Now that I’ve paid my tribute she sinks to her knees. With a curious look of what is she about to find, like a child opening Christmas presents, she undoes my pants. The pain of the fabric slowly tearing away from my cock shoots a terrifying thought through my head. Too late a red dick with one or two brown spots springs and slaps the classy lady across the face. Rather then get angry she seems understanding but stern. She grabs my knob like a British nanny and washes it under the sink in the small compartment. Once again dripping but of clean water she glides it into her mouth. It seems to be true what they say, experience does make the difference because I’m starting to feel lightheaded. I sit down on the toilet with the most glorious head buried in my lap. I didn’t cum yet but I’m going soft nonetheless. She looks up at me with my ever softening cock in her hand and says “you’re mine now. This cock belongs to me. I will take you home and you will never leave. You will be put in a latex suit and suspended from the ceiling. The only thing that will ever be exposed to fresh air, but that constantly, will be the only thing you provide of value. You’ll be hanging for the rest of your life, ready to be milked by me or anyone I allow whenever I choose. Hard or soft, I don’t care. This cock will cum at my command”.
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