It's been too long. She's starving, she needs help. Suffering from a ravenous hunger taking over, famished, crawling out of her skin. Pacing, confined and bound in abstinence. She is craving to be fucked, she suffers from bouts of hysteria, brought on from extreme self-control. It's reached its' breaking point, its feening now, and out of control. I think I'm losing my mind. What I'm fiending for is a good, filling, hard, deep fuck. To knock me into next week, to fill me deep, up to my throat.
I'll be your good girl and take it hard and deep, anyway you want it. Just take all of it and fill me deep, is my only request. Spread my limbs; spread my legs apart, gaping open. To be knocked so hard, that I forget what day it is, that I am left disoriented, dazed. Knocked to the ground, knocked out.
She goes looking, a predatory prowl she sets out on. She knows what she wants; she's been looking for a long time, never finding a suitable prospect. Until...the flash of eye contact. One glance. That was it, she found him.
She spots him as she walks to board her evening train home. Their eyes meet. No words. Just a silent exchange and that was it...it's on. He knows it and she knows it. It was instinctual. A wafting scent of desperation she is permeating and his spine goes stiff, straightened.
Erect and alert, struck by an innate impulse. It's enough to wipe the courteous grin from his face, as he greets passengers. Now hypnotized by this curious impulse. He knows what she is craving. He can smell it, he senses she needs help.
He's obliged, his natural obligation, his duty. He knows she's in need. And he answers her summons. He's been delegated, an enlistment. Out of mutual needs and a place of respect...two consenting adults, with needs.
She's seen him once before, boarding the train, but not like this, there was a connection this time. He wears all black attire, a director on her evening train and as she passes by, his eyes follow her, studying her. She's has a tall, willowy frame, striking, mid-thirties, jet dark hair. She carries an air of self-imposed dignity, intimidating and fierce in her stare.
Her gait, a thin weary swagger; looking visibly famished, he can see it, starvation and exhaustion in her walk. Heaven help her. She takes a guess which car he services. She glances back at him just before she enters the rear car, questioning her choice.
Their eyes meet again. It was a glance and a single head nod from him and she boards the rear car. She takes her seat. Pulls out her ticket and waits for departure, waits for him to come by to collect her ticket. Feeling like she is ready to erupt from anticipation, short panting breaths set in.
Finally. Departure.
The train slowly gains speed as it pulls away from the station. There he is, he's entered the rear car. He's tall, domineering in stature and presence. Solid and hard bodied, velvet milk chocolate skin, he could dominate her, put her in her place, make her the cock loving whore she's aching to become. And that's why she enlisted him, she desires to be dominated, desires to drop the dignity, and the put together.
She is seated about midway through the car. He makes his way toward her seat, checking passengers' tickets. Finally, he gets to her seat. He turns and looks down at her, seeing her blouse is unbuttoned; revealing her firm breasts. He sees her ticket in hand.
And says to her, "Ticket please."
She replies loudly, "Let me find it."
She takes her left hand to edge of her blouse and with the tips of her fingers, slowly rounds them around her full, B's, pulling back the edge of it to reveal more of her soft ivory skin, grazing her own breasts, touching herself. Watching herself and then glancing up at him, with heavy sullen eyes. Her eyes begging him, please help me.
He's watching.
His body is blocking the view of her seat, granting her permission and privacy to continue. She needs fucked, worked good. He replies an obliging head nod, and passes by, continuing to check passengers' tickets and then exits the car.
The train is at full speed now. She waits several minutes to ensure passengers are settled into their commute, books, newspapers, email. And finally...it's time.
She rises, bag in hand, with the intention to move to another car, or at least lead on that way to other passengers onboard. She exits the rear of the car and finds him waiting, in the passage between the cars, its dim. The roar of the train is deafening.
There's a pause. And then, he grabs her wrist, jerks her toward him and shoves her up against the side of the car, jerking her like a misbehaved canine on a leash, he holds her there, pinned. She loses her breath in that moment, fearful from his sharp movement.
He dominates her. He wants her to know that. He wants her to know he's going to fuck her up, wreck her little virginal pussy. Own it. Still pinning her, arms stretched above her head, his forearm pressed diagonally across the length of her back.
Her breath is short, stifled, barely moving. Her eyes wide and darting. Alert, her body frozen, questioning, fearful. The front of her body pinned against the side of the car, he moves closer, in behind her, his cock is erect, he lowers into his legs, leans in and presses his cock up against her, pulls her hair back and moves in closer behind her ear.
He whispers, "Is that what you wanted?"
She lets out her breath, exhaling in relief. Her body softens. She begins to breathe...hard, her heart picks up, beginning to pound in her chest. She feels a rush of arousal. She widens her feet and arches her back, an invitation for him to continue.
Her body aching, please, God, please help. He begins thrusting his cock behind her pussy. Warming it up, getting her hot. He wants to take his time. Thrusting and grinding. She's aching to feel his cock filled inside of her.
He reaches his left hand around her waist, drops it to palm her womb, pulls her toward him, and shoves her down hard, to grind harder against his cock. Her hands still pinned, immobilized overhead, he reaches inside her blouse, slipping his fingers under her nude lace bra, with the base of his palm stretched across her breasts, clutching them, palming them.
Thrusting his cock, leans in and places a kiss at the fold of her neck and shoulder. Breathing hard on her neck and behind her ear. He lets her turn around to face him, still clenching both wrists above her head, blouse unbuttoned. He reaches to palm her breasts, and thumbing for her, cherry sized nipples.
