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The Train

He adjusts the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder again, as he heads down the ramp to the train platform. One of the few times he had decided not to drive in, he was thankful that the platform seemed reasonably quiet despite being peak hour.  He drops the bag down between his feet and stretches, and in the corner of his eye he catches a movement, someone looking quickly turning away. A girl at the other end of the platform, wrapped in a hooded black coat, boots to her knees, her face obscured. But he was sure she had been watching him.  And again, the smallest of glances around the hood of her coat, a flutter of blonde hair.

He smiles to himself, and turns away, pretending he hasn't noticed, as the train pulls in. Pretending he doesn't see her slip through the doors at the other end of the carriage, pretending he doesn't see her watching him, as he find a spot to stand in the busy space.

Commuters all around him, but his senses are heightened by the knowledge that she is watching him. He can feel her eyes on him, and as the train leaves the platform and trundles on its journey, he is tingly aware of her presence. It is rather enjoyable, this secret knowledge; it stirs something, a need, a want.

He turns so he can glance in her direction, and he can see she is also standing, almost hovering, like she can't decide where to be, where to look. She seems nervous, unsure, biting her lip, and although he manages to turn before she looks up again, he finds her nervousness arousing.

At the next station she is distracted by the influx of passengers, and he takes the opportunity to move close behind her. Back to her back as the train fills, he turns just enough to whisper, "Pet."

He feels her jump a little, tensing up, can hear her sharp intake of breathe, a little soft moan as she exhales, and he smiles again - loving the effect he has on her, that he was able to take her by surprise.

As the train shudders along again, despite  the press of bodies around them, both of their senses only aware of each other, and she leans into him with the rock of the train, her back against his, the heat of her, the scent of her, suddenly intimate, so close.

He slips a hand behind him to discreetly stroke her thigh, and he can feel her shudder, and she turns towards him, catching his hand, and pressing it between the folds of her jacket, between her legs. It is his turn to be surprised - she isn't wearing anything underneath, and she is so wet. She holds his hand there, fingers quickly finding her clit, and she sighs as she presses against his back, "Please sir... "

The rock of the train keeps them pushed close together, and his fingers lazily circle her clit, not quite bringing her to the brink. He can feel her breath against the back of his neck, and he knows she is waiting for his permission. He isn't ready to give it, but knowing how naked she is under that coat, has made him rock hard.

The next station, as passengers ebb and flow, he turns to her, making eye contact for the first time, and presses her back wards, up against the bar behind her back.  She blushes prettily, finding it hard to keep his gaze. She can feel his hard cock pressing against her, the intensity in his eyes and she wonders exactly what he will want from her, now that he has discovered her little game.  He smiles then, wickedly, as though he knows exactly what she is thinking, and then as she starts to turn away, he grabs her wrist and turns her away from him, her chest now pressed against the bar, her wrist firmly twisted behind her back. He growls in her ear, barely audible, his breath now whispering across the back of her neck.

".... What are you after pet?"

There are so many people pressed onto the train, she wonders if anyone is noticing their play.  He lets go of her wrist and with one hand still on the handrail above their heads, the other slides around the front of her through the split in her jacket front to molest her clit again and pulling her arse to him. She can feel him pressing his cock against her arse, using the movement and vibration of the train to deliberately rub against her. She is already getting close, so very horny and wet, she is struggling to stop herself from panting.... "Please...." she whispers again.

"What do you want me to do to you in this train, pet? I want you to say it..."

She is so close, but trying so hard not to cum, not to draw attention, trying to not to make a scene. But god.. she just wants to be fucked so badly, and surprisingly she doesn't care anymore if they see, in fact, she is beginning to think she wants them to.

He keeps playing with her, molesting her, but denies her begging. The train is almost filled to capacity, so many people pressed around them, that when she finally whispers, "Fuck me sir, please fuck me!"  and he quickly lifts the back of her coat, unzips his fly and slides his hard cock quickly into her very wet pussy; the gesture hidden in the crowd, everyone preoccupied with not making eye contact with anyone else.

His cock sliding in feels so glorious she starts to cum straight away; she can't help herself and she can feel his excitement, his smile against the back of her neck, as he slowly thrusts against her.  " Enjoying yourself pet?" he whispers, and she can hardly contain herself, she lets out the tiniest of groans as he presses harder against her.  He uses the movement of the train to thrust into her, to stay close to her, and the vibrations of the bar against her body, the rhythmic  movement of his cock inside her, combined, bring her close to another orgasm.

"Oh sir," she whispers, not caring anymore if people might see as she starts to thrust back against him, lost in the moment. "Please fuck me harder..."

He wraps an arm around her, pulls her against him and thrusts hard and fast, biting her neck and cumming deep inside her pussy, and as she feels him climax - as she too reaches her own, she realises at least one person knows what is going on. As she cums, quietly shuddering, she sees a young man watching her from a seat on the other side of the doorway, through a crack in the standing crowd, and as she makes eye contact he gives her a look as though he is aroused, and knows exactly what she has been doing.

Embarrassed, she leans back quickly to whisper to her sir, and when she looks again the young man is gone.  Her sir tells her not to worry about him, adjusts her coat for her, neatens himself up discreetly.

The train starts to empty of its passengers as it goes further and further away from the city. She starts reluctantly to make a move to leave at her station, saddened that the experience is over, but he holds her back.  "Not yet, pet..."

She stays, and once the doors close at her station and the train starts to move, she realises the train carriage is almost empty, other than a small group of young men at the other end. Her face flushes red at the sight, as she realises one of the young men is the one that had been watching them. Was still watching them.

Before she has a chance to say anything, her sir pushes her backwards, until she is hard up against the bar again, and he removes his belt, quickly threading around her neck and using it to tie her by her neck to the upright bar.  He makes it tight, like a collar, so she can't move, and it is wound around a t-intersection of another handrail above, so it won't slide. She whimpers, aware of the young men watching, fearful of what her sir has planned.

He quickly undoes her coat, letting it fall open to expose her nakedness underneath. He takes the belt from her coat, and uses it to tie her hands to the long handrail above her head, which in turn forces her chest out, exposing her ample breasts. He kicks her legs apart, leaning in to give her a stern warning to keep them there, and he steps back to lean against the bar on the other side, devilish grin on his face as he admires his handiwork.

She whimpers again, pleading with him, knowing the boys at the end of the carriage were now watching with interest.

Her Sir calls out to them without glancing away... "It okay, she wants this... you can come closer."

They didn't need further encouragement, all three of them wandering up to look at her. To watch him.

Her sir steps forward to pinch her nipples, to give them a slap or two to make them rosy. He warns her again in front of them, that she must be a good girl and not move, but the train is making her sway against her restraints, and he hits her again and again in admonishment.  This only serves to make the boys more excited as they start touching themselves openly now.

He tells them they can suck her nipples or her clit and they step forward tentatively at first, then their lust takes over and they start to suckle and grope her body. Fingers twisting her nipples, and sucking them deep into their greedy mouths, one boy at her clit,  initially hesitant due to her sir's cum still leaking out of her, now encouraged by the others to tongue her clit, encouraged by her master to slide his fingers inside her. "She can take your whole fist," he whispers, egging the boys on, and excited by this they all turn to watch as the boy slowly slides one finger, two, three, and then four.

She squirms but the other two boys hold her legs apart, playing with her clit, keeping her wet as he slides four fingers and a thumb and presses.  Her sir is watching her intently, lightly touching himself as he whispers to her to let go. She closes her eyes and lets herself open, and the boys hand slowly slides into a fist inside her, and she starts to cum, the belt tight against her throat as she does, aware of the boys excitement as they watch her cumming on their friend's fist.

Undoing the belt from her throat, he slides her tied hands along the handrail bar so she is bound in the centre of the carriage; full display, and he tells the boys they can fuck her. She squirms again, but her Sir comes in close as he first positions behind her to slide into her wet, open pussy, her sir holds her still by the throat, and suckles her breasts, and whispers, "Such a good pet, such a good girl," as the first boy thrusts hard into her. And it feels dirty and wrong, and the movement of the train excites them, and as the second starts his turn, rougher this one, immediately fucking her hard and fast, and the whole time her sir holds her still, rubbing her clit, and whispering that she can cum as much as she wants. She does, over and over, and he watches her ecstasy, making her look into his eyes as she cries out, as she shudders in excitement, and in her delicious shame.

Her sir un-ties her as the third boy readies himself, and she is pliant now, a gooey orgasmic mess. Her Master leads her to the seated area and sits, undoing his pants to reveal his hard, big cock.  He turns her around to sit on him, and slowly he guides her down onto his cock, sliding it slowly but firmly into her arse, not her pussy.  She groans loudly, loving the feeling of him there, how tight he feels taking her like that, how big and hard and full his cock feels inside her.  The third boy looks unsure now, standing in front of them, still  playing with his cock, wondering if he has missed out. So her sir pulls her back against him and spreads her legs and her knees up on either side of him -  knees apart, so her pussy and the cock deep in her arse are on full display.  The third boy doesn't hesitate at this invitation, and kneels down to slide himself into her pussy, double penetrating her now with two hard thrusting cocks. She has never felt so full, so stretched and so wonderfully sexually tortured, and as the boy starts to fuck her hard, she can feel how aroused her sir is behind her and she grinds back onto him as he starts to squeeze her breasts and bite her neck. The rocking of the train, the fucking strokes of the boy's cock in her pussy, the insistent deep thrusts of her sir and she starts to orgasm over and over as she feels them get closer. She hits an intense, stretched out peak and starts to squirt, her wet, hot cum making the boy climax; her sir then pulling her tight to him to thrust hard up into her arse with deep slamming strokes until he also reaches his peak, biting her hard, leaving bloody teeth marks on her shoulder.

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