Hello loves, this is a one shot story that will be in a series called Guilty Pleasures. I will have varying stories that go in many different categories all within this series. I have had a mental block on my other two chaptered stories so until I can snap out of it I will be submitting whatever story happens to have my attention at the moment.
I hope you guys like as this is my first time publishing in non-con. I would say that this story is very light compared to others in this category. As always message me feedback, rate and comment *mwuah* :heart: -I.M
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Melissa never liked public transportation. She wasn't a snob by any means and actually appreciated the convenient form of transportation. She saved a ton of money on gas seeing as she lived in Briton with roommates, went to school in Mallard which was about an hour drive, and then worked across town in Sandy Springs which was another hour drive. Her little beat up 1999 Toyota would not be able to take all that mileage and even if it could she was barely making enough to pay all her bills and have a little chump change left over to do anything nice for herself.
She hated public transportation because of the close proximity of everyone. She rarely got the chance to sit unless she was on a very late train coming from work so she stood mostly. When it was rush hour usually in the morning and the afternoon she felt packed like sardines. She never felt she was claustrophobic until she started taking the train.
Currently Melissa stood sandwiched between two construction workers who she could tell were just off work. A woman in a business suit stood in front of her talking loudly about some deal she would be closing tomorrow. Somewhere to her left sat a young black kid who played blasting music from a speaker hooked up to his phone. She rolled her eyes at the loud noise knowing the music was not allowed unless wearing headphones. The train stopped at Canton Station. She sighed knowing she had another 20 minutes on the train before her stop.
More passengers ushered in and if it could get any more congested it did. Someone bumped her hard and before she could turn around to see the culprit a heavy hand was placed on her shoulder with a smooth 'sorry' escaping the persons mouth. The hand released her quickly and she nodded her head at the stranger to let them know it was okay even though she couldn't see them.
On this particular day the car she happened to be on had a busted light. It flickered a few times before giving out completely. The train was soon approaching a tunnel which usually encased it in complete darkness for a few minutes. Melissa stayed squished in the middle of the passengers and just kept to herself quietly. She felt some shifting behind her but thought nothing of it.
As soon as the train went into the tunnel she felt a hard grab on her ass. She jumped at the roughness and tried to turn but it was too packed to do so.
"What the hell?"
She knew no one could hear her with the constant blaring of music from the boy's phone so she tried to turn again. She was able to turn her head but couldn't see anything in the near pitch blackness.
She had been felt up on the train before and didn't like it one bit. She felt her anger rising and wanted so badly to find the culprit to give him a piece of her mind.
The train jostled left and someone warm and hard pushed into her back. She froze as she felt hands rubbing along her thighs. Shit. This would just so happen be the day she decided to wear a skirt. She wiggled her hands down between the packed bodies so that she could grab whoever's hands were on her. Before she could reach them, the hands shot up her skirt and began playing with her ass.
Melissa jumped and tried to pry away only to have the stranger's other hand pull her back against him hard. She could feel the hardness of his cock on her ass and she felt a sudden panic start to kick in. She began squirming and pulling away to no avail.
She could feel the heat of the man's breath as it moved her hair. She suddenly felt warm lips on her neck and the hand squeezed her ass hard. The lips made their way up to her ear and she could hear the man's excited breathing. He was getting some sick pleasure off of this!
"Mm I always imagined your ass would be like this. Nice and soft."
Melissa gasped and began to renew her efforts at trying to get away. Did the sick pervert plan this? She began to open her mouth to scream but his hands clamped down over her lips.
"No one is going to hear you sweetheart. Even if I did have the decency to let you yell that guy's music over there would drown you out. I love how this all came about."
Abruptly the train stopped. A PA system came on inside the train.
"Hello Transit costumers. This northbound train to Aderville is currently experiencing some technical difficulties. The train will be moving shortly and again sorry for the inconvenience."
Melissa could hear a series of groans and curses and she felt like her worst nightmares were all coming true. She was stuck in a closed in tight dark space two seconds away from probably getting ass raped in the middle of a crowd. Melissa had been sweating since the encounter started and she felt a drop of perspiration roll down the middle of her spine. She tried to arch away from her tormenter only to have him pull her forcefully back.
"It seems to me all the cards are in my favor today."
Melissa felt his hands slide into her panties and couldn't help the grunt that escaped her as he roughly massaged her ass. He must be an ass man. That is the only thing that could explain this mistreatment of her derriere. Maybe he'd just play with her ass and then leave her alone.
As soon as the hopeless thought left her mind his hands were inching forward to her pussy. She tried to clamp her legs shut and begin to squirm to get out of his grasp. She could feel his chest moving as if he was laughing.
"Little one, if I want in to your moist depths I will gain entry. I suggest you stop fighting now unless you would like all these other upstanding citizens to witness you being molested."
She felt hopelessness settle in her soul. They were on a dark super packed train with music blasting obnoxiously. He was stronger than her and even if somehow she was able to wriggle free she had nowhere to go.
"See, everything will be easier if you just calm down."
She felt his hands touch her pussy and couldn't help jumping at the contact. It had felt like years since she last had sex and having this stranger touching her private parts was making her sick. What type of sick fuck did this to unsuspecting women on a train?
Before she knew it her mind was trying to make a picture of her perpetrator. She automatically pictured a black thug. But the quality of his voice made her think he may have had an education. His voice was smooth deep and had a gruff quality. Any other time she may have considered it sexy but right now it was making her sick and angry. Her mind became blank when she felt him brush against her clit.
Once again she vigorously renewed her efforts. She thought to slam down on his foot but there were so many pairs of feet around her she doubted she hit his. She tried to throw her head back to head-butt him but this only seemed to renew his efforts at rubbing her clit. She knew she was dry as hell. No way could she ever be turned on by this. He was a complete stranger who may or may not have been off his medication.
Unexpectedly she heard a chuckle from him.
"I see your body is enjoying my ministrations."
With horror she realized the tell-tell signs of her becoming aroused. She felt his hand slide down to her opening and was embarrassed to see he was able to slide in effortlessly due to the lubrication. This couldn't be right! She was not enjoying this! He had his hand knuckle deep into her now dripping wet pussy. She tried to pull away only to feel his cock in the middle of her ass crack.
"All this movement you're doing is making me hot."
His hand that was clamped around her mouth moved away. She felt shifting behind her and tried to pull away from him. She was able to get farther away from him than before but before she could rejoice in this feat he flipped up her skirt and pulled her back. He slowly kicked her legs apart and pulled her panties down to her knees. She was shocked to feel the heat of his cock nestled between her ass.
At the realization that she was really going to be raped and this was not going to be a typical touch and leave situation she started to cry.
"P-Please! You can't do this to me!"
He clamped his hand over her mouth again and had her pulled tightly to his chest. She could feel his dick between her cheeks and pressed against his stomach.
"Calm down. Although I would really love to fuck this little chocolate pussy now, I know it will have to wait."
She didn't understand why this explanation calmed her so. He began to grind against her ass as he slowly massaged the walls of her pussy with his talented fingers.
"Fuck I didn't think you'd be this wet. Mmm I dreamed of the day I'd get to play with this pussy."
