The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event.
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"Jilnar Jardaly's Hot Buttered Buns"
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Greetings and salutations, my friends.
I'm Paul. I noticed there's a lot of Jilnar Jardaly worshipers around here so I thought you all might like to read how she inducted me into her sordid, sexual cult...
I'm a registered nurse from Seattle, working the late-shift over here at Dubai Hospital. One night, as always, I was on the late train which turned out to be a train trip that changed my life completely and forever!
It was after 2AM on a weeknight so the train was practically empty, apart from two other guys.
One was a teenager with long blonde dreadlocks and a baseball cap, on backwards. He was resting his filthy bare feet on a skateboard, on the floor, rolling it side-to-side. Even though I was half a carriage away, I could still hear the misogynistic gangsta rap music on his iPod.
The other guy was a big, mean and scary looking biker dude. He was about fifty, long grayish-black beard and tattoos all over his arms, hands and his entire shaven head, apart from his face. He was only average height and quite fat, but looked pretty muscly. He almost caught me looking at him so I quickly looked down at my cell phone. If this thug decided to beat the shit out of me, for any reason, I'd end up either dead or in hospital for sure!
We were coming to the last stop, before going express all the way until the last three. I was hoping the big scary bastard would get off. He didn't. However, something even better happened. The doors opened and in walked an absolutely breathtaking site I shall remember for the rest of my days...
It was the one and only Jilnar Jardaly, that ultra-hot news anchor babe from Television Dubai. In person! She was wearing a short, tight skirt, six-inch stiletto heels, an open blazer and a blouse with just enough buttons left undone to reveal the top of a red, lacy bra. An exquisitely, exotic goddess if ever there was one!
She walked along the aisle until she was standing right in front of me. She reached up and grabbed hold of the overhead handrail, causing her skirt to rise just enough for me to get a quick glimpse of the tops of her red tights, where they were clipped to her suspenders. I always figured a hot chick like that would be a Victoria's Secret lingerie girl!
She was gave me that beautiful smile she's famous for, on the TV, and shook her head slightly to let that gorgeous, long hair of hers cascade over her delicate shoulders. Even under the crappy light of the train, her golden, honey-colored skin looked amazing! But, most of all, it was those mesmerizing big, brown eyes that was making my heart pound like crazy! They were also giving me a mighty erection! I started shuffling about, with my hands in my pockets, trying to discreetly release my throbbing cock from my underwear to allow it to grow more comfortably up the front of my trousers. Good thing I was wearing sweat pants!
"I wish some nice gentleman would offer me a seat," she said to me, in a cheeky tone. "Whatever happened to the age of chivalry?"
I thought it was such a bizarre thing to say, seeing as the train was virtually empty! I looked around, totally confused, wondering if she was high or something. I noticed the other two guys were both just staring at her with a fiercely hungry and predatory look in their eyes.
While I was still looking around, Jilnar gently cleared her throat, just enough to regain my undivided attention. She was looking straight at me, still giving me that cheeky but very sexy smile.
"I said, I wish some nice gentleman would offer me a seat," she said, raising an eyebrow, which made me even more horny for her.
Not knowing what else to do, I shifted along my seat and awkwardly held out my hand to offer her my spot.
"Well, aren't you nice?" she said.
She, unconvincingly, pretended to stumble and landed right on my lap. I just couldn't believe what was happening! But my throbbing hard-on sure did, which had been aching to feel her against it ever since I first clapped eyes on her! Without any conscious thought or action by myself, it'd automatically positioned itself to receive her, so it could press itself against her firm, delicious butt! This didn't seem to bother foxy Jilnar one little bit! In fact, I was starting to wonder if all this forwardness was her response to me unsuccessfully trying to hide my embarrassing, impromptu erection. Was it possible she was a seasoned and experienced cock-hunter, and I was merely her next prey?
Anyway, if she didn't know how stiff my cock was before, she sure did now, seeing as she was sitting right on top of it! She even started moving about, rubbing that hot little ass of hers all over it, getting me even more excited!
"Mmmmmmmmmm...," she said, placing her arm around my shoulders, "I just love the feeling of a moving train, don't you? The way it makes things... move... and rub against you... It's sooo... sexy!"
She moved her face closer to mine and said, "Mind if I make myself more comfortable, you big, strong, sexy gentleman?"
"Uhmmmmmm... sure," I said, swallowing as hard as I could, considering my mouth had become so dry.
She planted a kiss on my cheek, giggled, then gently grabbed my ears, and planted another right on my lips. She stood up and placed her lovely, shapely, long legs on either side of mine. Facing outwards, she slowly started to lower herself back onto my anxiously waiting lap. Well, as every man knows, nothing makes you more confident and daring than having a mighty erection, especially when it has gained the attention of an enthusiastic and sexy chick, who's horny as hell and has only one thing on her dirty, little mind. I decided to play along.
"Let me help get these out of your way," I said, slipping a finger under the crotch of her red, lacy panties and sliding it to one side, exposing her sensation, smooth, hairless, and already dripping-wet, slit.
"Why, thank you, kind sir," she said.
I then felt her the long fingers and painted fingernails of her beautifully manicured hands slide down the front of my sweat pants and set free my aching hard-on. Her expert fingers sliding up and down my shaft drove me insane with lust!
"My, what a beautiful cock you have, my perfect gentleman," she purred as she guided the tip of my red, angry knob against the warm, juicy slit of her spectacular pussy.
Then that wonderful, eagerly anticipated, indescribable moment that made me feel more alive than I had ever been before! I felt like Neil Armstrong when he first set foot on the moon- No, better! You guessed it! Yes, that blissfully intense, first thrust in!
"Ooooooooooh... You are quite the perfect gentleman," she purred, leaning back while we both felt the incredible ecstasy of my erect cock sliding into her hot, tight snatch.
Once I was completely inside her, she leaned right back so her head was on my shoulder, and used her talented legs to pivot, raise and lower her hips, to ride and squeeze my aching cock with incredible skill and ability!
"I love the last train," she moaned, her face turned toward me, "It's always such a good place to get fucked! And I do love to be fucked!"
She started increasing the intensity of her cock-riding, and was grinding my crotch and humping my man-meat liked the perverted, sex-crazed nymphomaniac she was unabashedly revealing herself to be!
"Yes! That's it, darling!" she cried, in sheer delight. "Oooohh!! Yessss!! I can feel your big hard cock rubbing right against my clit! That's it! Fuck it! Fuck my clitty! Fuck me!! Fuck meee!!"
I was so much under the spell of her sinful, carnal pleasures, I'd completely forgotten about the other guys on the train! But naughty, slutty Jilnar certainly didn't! In fact, she was looking either way at both of them and telling them how good my cock felt inside her, and how much she loves fucking complete strangers on the train.
It didn't take a genius to know why she was telling them. Even those two degenerates immediately figured it out. They both got up and starting walking straight towards us, from their opposite ends of the carriage, their unblinking eyes mesmerized by the sexy sight of a hot TV celebrity, unashamedly humping a complete stranger's cock, on a public train, right in front of them!
Soon, they were both standing on either side of her, their impatient cocks already out of their pants and fully erect. She was obviously getting extremely turned on by them staring at her wonderfully warm pussy, riding up and down the full length of my shaft, because she kept her legs wide open to give them a good view, as it to say: Here, have a good look at what we're doing! Nice?
"Is this for me?" she said to the very excited skater boy, wrapping her lovely, delicate fingers and long painted nails around his young, twitching tool. "Thank you, my sweet, little, baby boy!"
She then wrapped the beautiful fingers of her other around the uncircumcised cock of the biker which, like the rest of him, was also covered in tattoos. They looked like at least a hundred different girls' signatures who, presumably, were all the poor young things he'd ravaged over the years, with that smelly, unclean, eleven inch monster! I bet he regretted not having any room left to include Jilnar Jardaly's autograph which, no doubt, would've taken pride of place on his nasty-looking cock.
"And is this for me too, Mr Biker Man?" she asked him, sounding like a sweet and innocent young thing thanking Santa Claus for a lollipop and new dolly. "Thank you, you big strong caveman!"
