I Won't Be Getting Home

I grimaced at how desperate things had become for me to be taking the subway all alone. I was better than this. I had to tell myself that. My mind was still trying to think of alternatives to get home at this time of night when my phone was on 1%. I considered ordering an Uber, but I knew the device would die quickly. At least the ride wasn't going to be long. Just a quick 10 minutes and another 5 to walk home. The last 3 days have been nothing more than misfortune, like a bunch of dominoes falling until I found myself here of all places, waiting for the next one to fall. A dingy, sticky, filthy station where I needed to try and hide behind something. Anything. Holding tight to my purse and walking slowly so that my heels wouldn't click too loudly to alert whoever the fuck would be at a station at 2am. I groaned, having to stand there, wishing I hadn't spent all that time and money impressing my now ex-boyfriend.

This time, I even added some black stockings, a skimpy golden skirt, a black blouse, and a fuzzy purse with black and gold details to it, all extremely high-end, just to end up being uncomfortable in a place like this.

It was hard not to hate this place. Especially with the musky smell of cum that seemed to be endlessly lingering. It was gross to think about what kind of person it came from.

I sighed when finding a hidden spot that worked for me, only to remember I needed to see what time the train would come. I walked out for a second, causing my eyes to roll seeing that it was going to take 15 long minutes.

My eyes flickered as I took several deep breaths to calm down, only to hear a hoarse voice in my ear.

"We're going to fuck like animals. How much do you cost for the night?" He asked. I didn't think anyone else was here, nor did I hear anyone come down. It was hard to tell where he had come from. I turned around to try and say something only for him to snatch my Auburn hair when I did and slam his dirty lips into mine. I could barely see his face or anything. Just feel his grimy potbelly against my more lithe figure. Meanwhile, I could take in that heavy smell of raw, foul cum that I had done earlier but far more intense and impossible to ignore, especially after he crammed his surprisedly thick tongue into my mouth to exchange spots right then and there.

I didn't know what to do. It happened immediately, causing my body to only tighten up and freeze for a long time with my purse held tight to my side as a natural reaction. He didn't seem to care and instead continued to enjoy my full lips and smaller mouth. I was deeply embarrassed at how long it took me to do something, or really anything, to stop the unwanted creep from invading me. He probably thought I secretly wanted it from how long it took me to finally give out a push just to breathe after his slimy muscle was nearly inside my throat.

I panted out, having his grubby hand in my hair as I finally saw him. I was generally a taller person with the fuck-me heels my newly made ex bought me. However, he eclipsed me enough to block out the light behind him. I couldn't see all of his features because of it. Just some dark skin, a wider body, and a lot of hair on his arms, as well as a doughy face.

"You're even sluttier than you look..." He says, coughing some afterward, making the air that much worse here. "I wonder how many bastards I can put in you..." I would learn a few months from now that the answer was quite a lot.

"Do I need to scream for you to get your hands off me?" I ask with having some confidence restored, or at least enough to fake it.

"You wouldn't want to do that. Then the others might join in." That one comment shook me to my core. Were there other predators nearby? My head turned to look behind me and then at the platform display, 12 more minutes. Before I could keep looking, he used my silky hair, which he enjoyed all too much, to turn me back towards him.

"Focus Cumdumpster. Daddy is rock hard tonight and it's all your fault. How about you help a homeless man and let him dick you for..maybe 20 bucks?" He asks, pointing to my face. I could finally see his yellowish teeth and dry blank hair. I couldn't deny feeling humiliated to be considered only worth 20 dollars. That wouldn't even cover a tenth of the cost of the hairstyle he was pulling on hard.

Regardless, I needed to get out of there. If push came to shove he was going to effortlessly overpower me and fuck me until I passed out for zero. I had to do something...right?

"20 and I stroke your cock. That's all and you leave me alone afterwards? Deal?" I ask, trying to sound polite but wanting to run the second he lets go of my hair. No one had ever held it this rough before.

"Deal, but only if you let me cum all over your face," he answered back. It sounded so gross to hear someone say such a debasing act openly, and it made me think hard. Perhaps too hard, as the male quickly pushed me down easily towards my knees in front of him to see the bulge he was packing between his legs. He wore some rather thick but ripped-up jeans that did a terrible job hiding his erection from me.

"Deal.." I say softly. I put my purse down on the floor as he dug into his pocket to take out 2 crumbled-up 10-dollar bills to cram into my mouth. My self-respect plummeted immediately. I was whoring myself off to the unknown asshole. I didn't even know his name. Just that he was rough-looking and had a serious hard-on from me existing too close to him.

"Get to work, slut." He says slapping my cheek hard enough to leave a light print on it. I glared at him, but it didn't matter. My hands were quickly unzipping his dirty, worn-down pants to have his rock-hard, unwanted shaft slapping my face, giving me a second print to my face and likely wiping some of the concealers off.

"Oh.." I said to myself. My eyes grew, struggling with the disbelief of what was in front of me. The difference between a penis and a fat fucking cock. So many thoughts were spinning in my head as I didn't know what to say or do once again. His shaft must've had twice the volume of anyone I had ever seen. Something that was beyond human and much more primitive as the raw unwashed musk of the crotch was getting into my head. I tried to think on my own, but I just couldn't as I had no choice but to breathe through my mouth. Even that seemed to be a mistake as I could still taste that needy shaft. It looked so angry with his veiny the ugly fuckpole. Not to mention horny. I didn't even know a shaft could look determined to fuck until today when the cock stared back at me and drooled out. The flesh was somewhat patchy and had some sort of thick grease, likely coming from some mixture of cum, sweat, and some secret third ingredient.

"Come on, Princess. I thought you weren't interested." I heard a voice say above me. I turned red not being able to think of anything to say back as equally insulting. Instead, my soft hand reached around the obese girth and began stroking gradually. Just in that one gesture, it shot some precum in my face, flooding my head with more of its scent while feeling extra warm compared to any other.

Seeing him glare some, I picked up the pace to finally get a groan out of the needy stranger. It was going to be hard to recover from this moment, but I did feel like I was getting through.

My heart lifted when feeling him throb early. The pervert couldn't hold himself too much longer. My fingers slowed down to tug with several firm strokes as he yelled out in a high-pitched groan.

Then he did it. He shot his foul, backed-up cockgunk all over my face, having it replace the makeup I had on. There always seemed to be another rope shooting at my face. My confidence was forever tainted, but finally, I could just go home. Perhaps to keep this moment forever buried in my mind.

Or so I thought. I let go of his heavy, sticky, and still hard cock, feeling and looking like a mess. "T-Thank you, but I have a train to catch.." I say having to spit out the dollar bills out of my mouth to speak.

I started to stand when I felt him pushing another vile-tasting 10 into my mouth. And grabbed my silky hair to force me into his crotch.

"Snort 10 times and then you'll be free to leave." He lifted his shaft so that it could drape over my cummed up face. I never had a man's hairy balls in my face before, let alone resting at my nostrils.

I reluctantly obeyed, inhaling the best I could and feeling my mind snapping considerably hard at that one moment. I couldn't handle it. My long eyelids flickered constantly as my brain was being hard reseted. Another snort to the musky forest of his nuts made the rest of my body relax, growing increasingly weaker as I couldn't hold to get away. A third was the one that finally got to me. My hands fell to my side as my mind was finally corrupted for good. He could see it in my pupils. I just knew it when I looked up the best I could with his beefy erection on my face.

I didn't make it to fourth. Instead, my new master just pulled me back and slammed his superior cock down my throat, roughly hammering away as my thoughts were starting to blank. Each thrust made me more subservient until even my tastebuds surrendered to that overpowering and all too-heavy taste. I knew I was in some sort of trance-like state because the only way I broke out, just for a few seconds, was by hearing a train arriving. Even then, it wasn't until it was at the station that I heard anything other than the sound of balls smashing into my chin. I couldn't even process until later that that was the train that was supposed to take me home. Not when he was just slamming in balls deep inside of my mouth, crushing any thoughts of defiance for good. Perhaps it was better that no one came out to see me like this. It would have been awfully embarrassing for other strangers to meet me as another fucktoy.

He came again.

I couldn't tell if it was more than last time, but it was far more than any horny fuck should still have in his dick after already painting me once. His seed was nothing like anyone else's. It tasted expired and almost too solid to be considered cum. My fucked up tastebuds quickly grew addicted to the new taste. Once again he just kept unloading while his balls tightened. He backed up halfway into the dumping of his sludge to fill up my mouth next, ensuring that his batter would remain as an aftertaste passed the morning.

His wonderful cock pulled out. I took out the soaked 10-dollar bill and put it into my purse.

"I'm out of money bitch, so you're free to go." He says with a strong exhale. The potbelly bastards seemed to be winded from fucking my face.

"Please fuck me.." I asked quietly. That soft command was enough to get him to pounce on top of me and just start tearing at my clothing. I was crushed by his weight and ruthlessness thanks to how skinny, lengthy, and frail I was. He started with the top to free my tits to the world but quickly reached down and tore at the panties, exposing the cunt. It was fucking before I found myself in some strips of a top, a ripping skirt pulled up to my waist, stockings with several large holes in them, and high heels.

His powerful, ugly cock crammed into my cunt next, widening me out as he thrust slowly but hard to traverse inside of my tight, drooling canal. It took some time to get used to his humping, but like everything else, I quickly found myself craving it. A heavy moan left my mouth, echoing throughout the entire station as he bucked me. The unknown male began to pick up the pace and smothered me against the hard, tiled floor, rutting me like we were animals. There was no stopping him; he smashed in over and over and OVER again, fucking me as hard and as fast as possible. It was a lot to take in as he kept going, but my long legs weakly wrapped around his waist in submission.

There was no going back. He broke me.

My eyes were partially crossed and rolled up diagonally as he smashed in without any care toward the soreness I was going to feel later on. I came early, and from that point on, everything else weirdly felt like a blur slowed down as I couldn't stop him from pounding me into climaxing so many times.

He came hard. Shooting me with more seed than I could handle for a third time, but he just kept crashing in. My body had his unforgettable dicksausage pushing into my womb to fuck me balls deep without a break. Not even a minute passed before he started shooting more cum inside of me, as if he was trying to breed as his conquest. His hand wrapped around my throat, tightening just enough that I wouldn't choke.

He kept going. I lost track of the number of times he blew his batter in my direction, but it was easily more than I had in a lifetime up until this point. It was hard to tell when he finally grew soft as my head was spinning too much to read the clock in the station.

His bestial dick finally pulled out and left me looking like the whore we both knew I was at this point. "Thank you, Sir.." I finally say back in my relatively normal tone. The stranger groaned out and pulled me up over his shoulder as the next train was arriving.

Spent, humbled, and thankful, I let him carry me away to be used some more.