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Strangers on a Train (part four) [vaginal stretching] [sex toys] [light bondage] [MM mutual handjob] [MF – loving/caring]

Shawn and Mitchell came back into the room. Shawn carried a bag with him and Mitchell came over to me with thick silk straps over his arm. Shawn put the bag down and went over to help Mitchell as he climbed up on the bed and marked out anchor points in the ceiling then secured some heavy duty metal anchors with thick screws above the bed. The two of them carefully threaded the silk straps through the loops in the anchors and tied off the very ends, dropping the rest of the strap down beside me.

Some of the straps were attached to a single anchor in the ceiling and some were attached to two anchors. I learned why fairly quick. One strap was positioned beneath my head, both ends were secured to anchors. Another went around my back and under my arms, it was also secured to both anchors in the ceiling. A third strap was guided under my mid-back and attached to both anchors in the ceiling. Then a fourth double anchored strap was placed beneath the upper part of my ass/lower part of my back. Read more »

Strangers on a Train (part three) [Dubious Consent] [Genital Inspection] [Exhibitionism] [Semi-public] [prostitution] [light binding] [oral] [Anal] [DP] [Gaping] [MM Kiss] [MM mutual handjob]

When Friday rolled around, the walk to the train was a little nerve wracking. We made our way to the same train car that was always empty on a late Friday night, only this time it wasn’t empty. Mitchell and three other men sat in the center of the car, three men on one side, Mitchell on the other with two seats beside him unoccupied, and a table of sorts between the two sides. He motioned for Shawn and I to sit next to him.

“My friends, Mr. Red, Mr. Blue, and Mr. Green, this is Miss Spenser and Mr. Harland. You’re going to ride past your stop tonight and I will personally transport you home after. No one else will come into the car, I’ve ensured that, as always. So, tonight, leave only the garter, stockings, and heels on her.”

Shawn and I started to stand up but Mitchell grabbed Shawn’s hand, “No, undress her right here.” Read more »

Strangers on a Train (part two) [forced watching] [gun] [non/dubious consent] [blowjob] [fingering] [facial] [threatening] [anal]

The old man’s hand caressed my neck and I was biting back tears, trying not to let it bother me, but I was genuinely afraid of what Shawn would do, and what the old man would do. Every time his fist clenched I shook my head slightly and he relaxed his hand. The old man leaned close to me and took a deep breath of my hair, “My name is, Mitchell,” he said softly, seemingly just to me, “and you are?”

“Evelyn,” I said softly.

He turned to Shawn, “And your name?”

My boyfriend was hesitant to answer but looked at me and relented, “Shawn.”

“Over the past few months I’ve paid roughly twenty thousand dollars to watch you fuck Evelyn on an empty train car late at night. That train car is no longer going to be empty but you will get an additional thousand dollars for every friend I bring along. Is that agreeable?” he asked.

Shawn looked to me and I nodded, “Okay,” he said. Read more »

Strangers on a Train (part one) [voyeurism] [co-workers] [public] [vaginal] [creampie]

Every Friday night we stay late in the office, get dinner in the city, then take a late train home. Shawn and I always find an empty car then settle into the front corner together. I pull my panties off as he watches then I put the flimsy fabric I’d been wearing in his hand and he puts it in his pocket.

He looks me over as I bite my lip. We both look around, ensuring the car is still empty except for us. Then he pulls my skirt up and looks at my cunt as he runs his fingers along my slit. He closes his eyes and smiles as his fingers spread my slick fluids around me.

“What if someone else gets on and we have to stop prematurely?” he asks, initiating a familiar game we’ve played weekly since we got together a few months ago.

I kiss him and whisper, “I’m not stopping, they can just watch.”

That’s always how the game begins. Then it varies slightly and this last time it went very different than it normally does. We were sitting in the train car just as we always were and there was just a different air about the whole encounter. Read more »

Cry Little Sister (part six-The End)

We made it back home from the lab, it would take a day or so for my friend to get the results back, and went inside. I closed the door behind us and Julia pushed me up against the door and kissed me deeply again. I smiled and ran my hand along the back of her neck. She had tears running down her cheeks when she pulled away from me.

“I don’t know if I want to know the results when you find them out,” she said softly.

I tilted her head up to look at me, “Jules,” I said softly, “I’m not sure the results are going to change anything for us.”

She nodded, “So this morning…that was it?” She asked.

I sighed, “I didn’t say that.”

“Can we just have today then?”

I looked her over and pushed her hair behind her ears, “Do you want me to be your brother or do you hope that I’m not?” I asked. Read more »

Cry Little Sister (part five) [half-siblings] [oral] [blowjob]

Julia’s body was stretched taut in her excitement as I ran my hands over her and kissed her deeply. I fumbled with her bra and panties, but pulled both off despite my own trembling hands. I trailed my fingertips over her and looked up, she was biting her lip and smiling with her eyes closed. I kissed my way down her body, hating myself as I closed my lips on her cunt.

She squirmed and whispered, “Derry…,” as I spread her legs a little more and pressed my lips tightly against her. I stopped and looked at her. She whimpered and put her hand on the back of my head, “Don’t stop…” she whined at me.

I smiled and lowered myself back to her, savoring the softness of her skin on my lips. I moaned as I pressed my tongue into her. She was tight, her cunt was firm, barely any give to it as she whimpered at my invading tongue. I pressed my thumb to her clit and rubbed her slowly, moving my fingers to the rhythm of my tongue pushing into her. She moaned and arched her back, “Fuck,” she whispered. Read more »

Cry Little Sister (part four) [no sex] [lactation]

Julia looked startled as she came out of Ty’s room and saw me standing by the front door, “Derry, are you okay?” She asked as she approached me.

I shook my head and cocked it to the side as I looked at her. She was a short brunette with ivory colored skin and blue eyes. Drove the jocks at my high school crazy whenever she stopped in with dad to pick me up, but she leaned towards the burnouts that were more likely to give her what she wanted, a good high. Her hips still curved nicely but she wasn’t as shapely as she used to be, she’d lost weight since having Tyler from the constant go of being a brand new single mom, completely on her own for the first six months of his life.

She had these killer curves in high school though, perfectly dipped waist with a softly rounded ass and hips. I used to watch her do yoga at dad’s place and the way she bent her body was mesmerizing. I had no problem jerking off thinking about her yoga poses in my own bedroom there, but now…now she’d seen my dick and she’d seen me jerk off to thoughts of her, and I didn’t know how to process that. Before I could keep my attraction to her my own little dirty secret. Now…now it might as well have been flashed across billboards that I was into my younger sister. Read more »