I have this fantasy, You get on a gear, wearing a shortly fateful bird, very tight and indecent. Underneath, is a flimsy red thong that barely covers your pussy and ride very senior high school up your ass crack. You are also wearing a thight Caucasian blouse that is thin enough to see your lacy red matching bra, two sizing too lowly and that straps barely stay together. Everyone turns to look at you as your black mellow heeled shoes create noise as you walk down the pusher. You love the fact that everyone is staring at you with lust, they badly want to bonk you and they 're either rock hard or soaking wet. You smile to yourself. You sit down and cross your legs slowly and every thought in the equipage is about fucking you. My ex and I are sitting opposite you. ( Below is a picture of her right, I have shown her to you before, you thought she was hot ). Like everyone else, my eyes are all over you, up your wooden leg, lingering on your tits. Staring at your sexy red lipstick covered lips and wishing so despearately that my putz was in between them. Claire, my gf is getting pissed off. Yes, she 's turned on by you, but she 's too cliquish and envious to admit it. She can tell I want you by the scheme of my toilsome cock in my denim. Her annoy dissaproving aspect just makes her hotter. You smile at my eyeing you up. You constantly tease the equipage by switching your legs as they cross over, your doll rides higher.

Now the carriage is empty except for me, Claire, you and a shy 17 twelvemonth old boy at the other end of the carriage. My center are fixed on your tits and Claire, noticing, makes an annoyed coughing. You notice and grinning, looking Claire dead in the center. She gets stung and grabs my hand to mark her territory. You raise an eyebrow by this, so Claire wraps her weapons system around me and embrace me, gently kissing me on the neck, then working up to my lips. Looking back at you to make her point, you keep a cocky smile on your face. She calls you a slut under her hint. Annoyed, Claire grabs my cock through my blue jean and squirms her souse pussy against mine as her mini skirt acclivity and is now around her waiste. You comment Claire is wearing an even skimpier black thong that shows off a piddling camel toe. And she called you a slut ? Claire gets red-hot and falls to her knees, pulling my putz out of my jeans and engulfs it with her hot mouth, giving me a sloppy blow job that would put you to shame. I am staring at you the totally prison term she does this. Her human knee sore, Claire stands up and sits on my lap, grinding her practically stark ass against my cock while she stares you deep in the eyes. `` Slut '' she calls you. `` Cheap working girl '' and asks you if you like this, turning someone elses boyfriend on on the train, getting someone elses boyfriend hard just by sitting in front of him. You cross your branch over again, but this meter because your kitty is squirming, juices making your wet thong peg to every contour of your pussy, while you stare at my pecker poking against her ass. The olfaction of sex is filling up the perambulator. Claire notices this and laughs, spitefully. She asks if you want my dick, if you desperately want her fellow tool inside of you. She laughs and stands up, grabbing my cock and wanking me off as you look at her sexy rim as they pout with lust. `` Want this thick tool you whore ? '' As soon as she calls you a whore, you stand straight up, your tits bouncing as you do. Claire panics, scared stiff, thinking she pushed you too far. You appraoch fast and snaffle my cock out of her handwriting and you give me the most skillfull, handjob ever. You do n't seem me in the eye as you do it. You just gaze at Claire as you pump her fellow pecker in your hand. I cum, all over your fist and still without looking at me, lift your deal to Claires face, smearing the rachis of your hand, covered in my cum, all over her side. You grab her by the haircloth and pull her in close, forcing a buss on her hot pouty brim. You push her to her knees and recite her to eat your pussy till your cum all over her face, other Stephen Samuel Wise you will knock her on her ass for calling you a whore. Claire pulls your pitiful excuse for a skirt up to your waist, pulls your thong to the side and buries her face in your sexy cunt. feeding you out like the skilled adulteress she is, I am wanking myself back to hardness. Claire inserts three finger's breadth right into your pussy, Sir Thomas More than you were expecting and your back talk are stretched as she plunges three digit into your pussy as wet noises are heard through the carriage. You cum, hard and very satisfyingly. You fall to the ground, as Claire pulls your plume, now dark sour red thong down your stage and over your feet. You see I am rock hard again and gingerly, but eagerly climb back to your feet. You stumble over to me and wrench away from me. You look over your shoulder to me, but I do n't demand to be told. I lift your skirt back up to your waiste. Before anything happens, Claire opens her purse and throws me a condom. `` piece of tail her babe, I do n't blame you ''. So I slide the safe on and then roughly just commit you down, my pecker impaling your asshole on the first go. You just celebrate slamming your asshole down onto my compact veiny stopcock as it penetrates your voider More than you 've ever experienced before. Only deep gutteral moans can be heard from you, animalistic interference of pleasure as I tear your ass apart.

Claire, still holding your thong, lifts it to her boldness, breething deeply and taking in the hot olfactory property of your pussy jucies and sweat all over the slutty garment. Her scrape tight white t-shirt is soaked and clinging to her breast as her lacy black bra is now seeable due to all the stew. She rubs your flip-flop against her own kitty, her black thong now having reatreated deep inside her gorge camel toe lips. She looks over to the end of the carriage and sees that the 17 yeard old boy is still there, wanking his pecker under his shirt. She stumbles over to the boy, and hands him the thong, `` wrap this around your tool, infant ''. He does and begins to jack off with your thong around his peter, Claire just kneel in figurehead of him, staring snobilly at him, making rough stale eye touch with the horny boy while he stares at her seeable bra and perky mamilla. Claires face says she 's not impressed and shows no warmth, but inside she is on fervor, turned on than ever before and desperately hoping she remembers every detail so she can screw herelf with her 10 inch pitch-dark vibrator when she gets home base. The boy comes, spurting out onto Claires already soaked white tee shirt, staining it around where her bra is visible. She whispers to the boy that he will never have his dick anywhere near someone as aphrodisiacal as her again. She pulls off her own thong, hands it to the boy and says `` here, start a collection ''. She turns to see you bouncin up and down on my peter as your blouse is wide open, your tits hanging out of your flimsy bra and your middle rolled to the back of your head word as you thrust 3 fingers into your pussy, my cock tearing up your prick. And you cum, hard and for what feel like minutes. You can barely stand up as my cock falls out of your ass. You turn, twist of the condom and suck in as it slowly softens, taking in as a lot of my cum as you can. You stand up as I stare at Claire, feeling uncumfortable but unashamed for cheating on her. You button up your blouse, though it 's much harder now due to the elbow grease and your panting chest. I put my shaft away and Claire approaches me as you misstep past her to the toilet. The railroad train halt and as you 're about to move into the carriage can, you notice the 17 twelvemonth old boy still has your flip-flop, as well as Claires, clutched in his hands. He looks you in the eye and then quickly runs off the caravan, your thong still in his hand. Claire walks over to you, kisses you slopplily on your lips, then straddles me, my rehardening cock gingerly enters her pussycat as she bounces roughly on my cock. You just suspire and enter the pot, the door locking behind you.

Let me have sex what you think of the story, please, I put a lot of sweat into it and I honestly just wan na know what you think. I hope you have a just day at work.xxxx

Love Vincent