Introduction: This is like the previous two parts. Read them first. If you like them, you'll probably like this. This ratchets up the domination elements though.
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Stealing a Seat
It's interesting I tell you, I never know when or where opportunities will come up to find a girl that needs that gentle, or not so gentle, push I give into a life of sapphic pleasures. Sometimes it's really in the most unexpected of places.
It was a few weeks after my vacation when I found myself in a very unexpected place. Things hadn't worked out with Vanessa. I'd done my job too well. She was too clingy, talking about how much she loved me and how great it would be when the two of us got married. For the first time in my life I was a little glad for homophobia because I could tell her that gay marriage wasn't legal in the state where I lived.
That barely settled things down. She talked about moving across the country to live with me and about having a commitment ceremony and...well, I had to put the kibosh on that. I'm not a one woman woman, I'm on a mission. She was hot and a great fuck but I had my eyes out for other great fucks. Hell, I even gave the hotel's cute little desk clerk a turn before I left.
I'd told Vanessa to settle down and maybe come out to see me. I had some friends, an all-female motorcycle group, who could come through her town and pick her up.
So, yeah, Vanessa is going to be well taken care of. Those diesel's will give her all the pussy she can handle.
So I was out on the prowl. But not at this particular moment. I'd had a long day and was looking forward to getting home. So I hopped on the subway and settled into my seat and prepared just to ride out the day.
It was a fairly empty train when I got on but it gradually filled up. You know the way, people rushing on to fill every seat they possibly can. Eventually, when we got to the shopping district, the car was almost entirely full, with only one seat left, directly in front of mine. The doors were just about to close when two people rushed to make it on.
The first was this wall street type. Expensive suit, wireless headset in his ear, you know the sort. He was pulling along a girl behind him, clearly in a hurry.
The girl though. Hot damn.
She was blonde, with a hair cut that I guessed cost more than most people's rent. Her eyes were hidden behind expensive shades and she was dressed in a tight little white skirt and tight designer black t-shirt that hugged a pair of very large, suspiciously perfect looking tits. She was wearing grotesquely high heels, the sort I couldn't even imagine walking in and her arms were just absolutely filled with bags from stores I couldn't pronounce. A very cute little rich bitch.
Her boyfriend, I couldn't help but notice, didn't have a single thing in his hands and clearly hadn't offered to help her. In fact, he was the one who took the last seat, plopping his butt down before grabbing his cell phone and starting to play some game on it. Spreading his legs ridiculously wide, I could see the old chinese woman next to him have to shift in her seat because apparently he decided that the whole world needed to be exposed to his crotch.
His girlfriend didn't seem to mind too much. She put one of her bags down into the copious space between his legs and simply rested, looking world weary and just too cool for school.
So I wanted her. Bad. But, I confess, I had no real idea how I was going to do it. I could simply get out where the two of them did and see if I could get something going but I knew that would be tricky.
But then, once again, Lady Fate decided that this girl was going to get the reprieve she needed.
As the subway lurched to life we got going for only a few seconds before it came to a sudden halt. Worse still, the lights in the train went completely dark. Leaving us completely shut down and between stops. The place was pitch black and I could hear people start to murmur their displeasure.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the garbled static-y transmission came on, "We're experiencing some slight delays and problems with the power down here. Please be patient and we'll be lit up and on our way shortly."
Groans of displeasure. But not from me. No, I sprung into action. Quick as a cat I left my seat and, despite the total darkness I knew exactly where I was going. I felt the curve of little miss perfect's ass against me as I leaned forward to whisper into her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you, you sexy little bitch" I whispered, my hands sliding the tight material of her skirt up her hips, "I'm going to fuck you right in front of your boyfriend."
I said it low enough for only her to hear and, happily, I didn't hear any protest or disagreement. Quite the contrary, I actually felt her legs spread a little. The pitch black of the train wasn't much of an obstacle, I definitely knew my way around a tight little ass in the dark. So I tugged down what felt like a thong and then in a second, my fingers were inside her. I felt her have to stifle a moan as I felt her very wet little pussy squeeze tightly around all three of my invading digits.
I thought about her boyfriend, only inches away from us, completely clueless, probably with his legs still spread wide. Well, I was spreading his girlfriend's cunt wide, giving her a quick and rough fucking. As fast as I could without making any obvious noises.
Blondie wasn't as lucky. She was doing her best to stifle her noises but little whimpers crept out of her lips.
"Jesus christ, Natalie," I heard her boyfriend say in the dark, "It's just the dark, there's nothing to be scared of."
Natalie. That was the name of the girl I was plunging my fingers into quickly.
I wrapped my hand around her chest, taking a squeeze of one of her large breasts. I was surprised. I'd have bet heavily that the heavy orbs sitting high on her chest were the result of Daddy paying a plastic surgeon. But they felt very real. God, they must look perfect when naked I thought. My hand snaked up higher to her throat and wrapped around her pretty neck, squeezing gently.
"Listen Natalie," I whispered, "You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum quietly for me. Because if you don't, I'm going to stop fucking your litte pussy and I know that a naughty little girl like you doesn't want that, do you?"
"No," she whispered, I gave her throat a gentle little squeeze.
"Shhh," I whispered back.
Like I said, I was going for speed. I didn't know when the lights would come back on and so I needed to make things quick. I fucked her with three and then four fingers as she fucked back onto my hand with just enough speed and it was maybe only over a minute before I heard her make these cute little squeaking noises as she bit her lip and came all over my hand.
Then, quick as a cat, I pulled my hand out of her and pulled up her little panties before walking back to my seat. It was the nick of time too. I had just sat back down when the lights came back on. I looked up to see Natalie looking just a little bit disheveled, just a strand or two of hair out of place and looking flush and freshly fucked. I could see her boyfriend looking around suspiciously, like he knew something had gone down, and I could see Natalie looking around too. I realized that she didn't know who had fucked her. I wondered in that second if anyone who'd taken the intiative could have lifted up that skirt and had their way with her.
But then our eyes met and I licked my fingers clean and I saw a naughty little smile grow on her face. Our little secret.
Turns out, out little discrete fuck couldn't have been any more timely because it was only a stop later when her boyfriend stood up and reached for Natalie's hand again. Her eyes kept locked on mine as she walked with him off the subway. For a second I regretted that I hadn't done something, anything to get her number or her last name or something that could lead to the follow-up fuck that I knew she'd want. I squirmed uncomfortably as I watched the sexy blonde walk off, cursing that I might never get to suck on those big tits as she rode my strap-on to incredible orgasms. That I might never get to see her bitchy little face between my thighs.
I watched the two of them walk onto the platform and heard the familiar noise of the train doors closing. But then, I saw something that made my cunt tingle. Natlaie yanked herself free of her boyfriend's grasp and, just nanoseconds before the doors close, jumped back onto the subway car, leaving him alone on the plaform. I smiled broadly as the cute blonde walked up to me. Someone had taken her boyfriend's seat and the car was full but I patted my lap and the little blonde cutie sat right down on it. I watched her boyfriend's stunned face through the window as she leaned down to kiss me passionately, the Subway roaring to life and taking us one step closer to where we would go.
So guys, let this be a lesson to you, when you're on the subway, keep your legs together. Or you just might get a picture like the one I sent from Natalie's phone to her now ex-boyfriend, his sexy, bitchy little blonde girlfriend completely naked, those big perfect tits in her hands and a look of complete and total submissive ecstasy on her face. Now she was the one her legs spread wide. Wide as they could go. After all, she was trying to fit my massive fake cock into her cunt.
Stealing(momentarily) a Slave
Like I said, you just never know, right? Things happen all over the place.
It was a couple of weeks later when I got an unusual email from a friend of mine. This woman, Irene, was someone I knew from way back. Someone who'd helped me out. She was a high school teacher then and I was a high school dropout working construction and we met over beers in a gay bar and who seemed nice enough. She understood how I'd dropped out because I couldn't stand all of the idiots who gave me shit but urged me to go and get my GED.
She was a sweet old gal but definitely not my type. Plus, after we got to drinking I learned that she had sort of the same tastes I did. The hot little straight girls. She talked about all the 18 year olds she had to teach and how she sometimes fantasized about them but wouldn't do anything for fear of losing her job.
Anyways, that was almost twenty years ago. Now she's pushing 60 and is the Principal of a well regarded suburban High School. Anyways, she sent me an email asking me to meet her at her school to help her with a "problem" but she didn't go any further. So I agreed and set out to join her.
The meeting time was a bit unusual. It was almost eight o'clock at night. Personally, I always figured most schools were ghost towns after four. But when I got there there were still quite a few people milling about. Not students, a disappointment as I had hoped to clock some of the hot 18 year old cheerleaders Irene was always talking about, but parents. Apparently it was some sort of parent-teacher night.
I went to the principal's office, not my first time believe me, but the secretary told me that Irene was still busy and that she might be a little while. I nodded and decided to hang out in the hallways and maybe check some email. I just had my phone out when I was interrupted.
"Excuse me, are you Jessica's mother?"
I looked up. An absolutely gorgeous brunette was looking at me. At first I thought she might have been a student, she barely looked 20, but I could see from her dress that she just must have been a young teacher.
She was gorgeous. She wasn't as stacked as some of the girls I've talked about before but she was incredible. She was tall, almost as tall as I am, with high cheekbones, dark brown eyes and an elegant nose. Her long light brown hair hung loosely but impeccably down to her shoulders.
Everything about her just said "tight" from her clothes, a crisp white dress shirt and a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin, to her model-like body to her voice and manner. She looked like one of those girls who thought that ice wouldn't melt in her mouth.
But something gave me a hunch that she would melt in mine.
I stood there for a moment. I had to remember what she'd asked me.