0 comments/ 81216 views/ 15 favorites Stacked Shelley's Subway Ride Ch. 1 By: Sexy Shelley This is a story that is in some ways typical of my life but in some ways not at all. It’s typical in that I live in New York and my lover, Earl, is a man who is very dominant sexually, somewhat cruel, and perverse. Sometimes I think he doesn’t respect me, and enjoys humiliating me and forcing me to be subservient to him. Sometimes I think everythin g is great and that he really loves me. That’s how it is when you’re addicted to someone. Anyway, if I haven’t already told you about myself, I look like an oversexed bimbo. Which I sort of am, but I’m more than that. I have a master’s degree and a good job, and my co-workers and supervisors all respect me for my mind and skills. But I’m built like Jessica Rabbit. Hourglass figure to the extreme—big hips, round ass, tiny waist, and enormous tits. My friend Gina jokes with me that I look like I’ll snap in two at the waist—that’s how big I am up top. How big am I? I was a DD cup when I was fourteen, and I’m much bigger now. If I had to compare, I’d say my breasts are the size of honeydew melons. Or for you sports guys, the size of a volleyball, cut in half. Each one weighs over ten pounds, and it’s all natural. All that on a little 5’5” body, with red hair, green eyes, and little tiny hands and feet. Earl is about ten years older than I am. He’s tall and lanky, and handsome in a mean-looking sort of cowboy way. He looks sort of like the actor and playwright Sam Shepard. He’s from Texas, just like me, and there’s a lot of that Texas rattlesnake in him still. Anyway, one of the things he does to me is when we ride the subway together, he pretends he doesn’t know me. He makes me stand up, right in the middle of the car, and he watches me as if he’s another perverted stranger, undressing me with his eyes. Other men are just as bold. They stare at my big boobs, at my sweet ass, at my legs, and I can see them get hard in their pants. Men will do anything to brush up against me. Some are obvious and nasty, shoving themselves up against my backside Others try to be tricky, and just brush the backs of their arms or wrists against my breasts. Men stare at me no matter what I wear, but Earl makes me wear the sluttiest-looking outfits all the time. Luckily my office is air conditioned, and when I get to work I always pull on a sweater that covers me up—a little, anyway. But on the train, it’s nothing but cleavage-baring halter tops, super-tight t-shirts, tight sundresses and miniskirts. I’m always in high heels, and sometimes I’ve got these metal balls called Ben-Wa balls in my pussy that keep me constantly stimulated, so that my nipples stick out obscenely and I feel like everyone can smell me in heat. As we walk on the street he makes me walk in front so that people think I’m alone, and the summer heat makes droplets of sweat run down between my breasts. He does it to constantly remind me of the way I'm seen by the world--just a big-titted bimbo, a sex object. I’m already red and flushed by the time we get to the platform. Black men call out things to me and make comments to each other as I walk jiggling past. Hispanic men hiss at me and young fraternity-type guys call out to me too. Women stare at me also—most of them with hatred, but some of them look at me with lust, just like the men. I hate all the attention, the way people stare at my breasts. It makes me feel cheap and slutty. I can’t really blame them, though. It’s my fault for showing so much skin—and there’s a lot of skin showing, let me tell you. It’s my fault for being with a man who uses me for his own sexual thrills. But I can’t help myself. Earl’s cock is so thick I can’t get my hand around it, and so long that when he fucks me I feel it push all the way up into my belly and chest. He makes me come so good that I cry, and I can’t think of anything but pleasing him so that he’ll do it to me over and over. And, I’ve got to admit, when he displays me like a whore, my pussy gets so hot, even though it makes me feel bad at the same time. So this one day, Earl and I get on the train downtown, near the financial district. It’s a local train, rush hour, heading uptown. He gets a seat, being fast and pushy, and I end up standing in the middle of a crowd of businessmen in suits. I’m a little scared, just like always. I’m wearing this skimpy little low-cut leopard-print sundress with spaghetti straps. It looks impossible that these thin little straps could support the weight of my huge melons. When I walk on my fuck-me heels, my tits jiggle around obscenely, and I’m afraid they’ll pop right out and spill over. Fuck. I’m not wearing panties. I’m afraid that one day some guy will try to fuck me right there on the train, and Earl, being an asshole, won’t step in to help me. I guess that’s part of the thrill, though. Not knowing what will happen. I know he won’t let anyone really hurt me, but I can smell the liquor on the breath of these four Wall Street types who are surrounding me, and I feel intimidated as they stare down at my boobs without even pretending to be subtle. I look over at Earl through the corner of my eye and he makes a little signal with his finger that tells me to turn around, to stand with my back to the pole. This position makes me even more vulnerable and sexually available, as my hands are behind my back, holding the pole for balance, my legs are spread, and my chest is thrust way out in front of me. My breasts are so big and full that you can still see them when you’re standing behind me. They spill out on both sides, overflowing. One of the businessmen starts talking about where to go for dinner, but he stares at me the whole time, and when he talks about his favorite steakhouse the tone in his voice leave no doubt that he’s talking about me. He stares directly at my tits, and says “New York has got some great places to go if you really are in the mood for a big piece of Meat. I mean, if you’re like me, nothing beats a big, thick, juicy, piece of beef. Know what I mean?” His buddies all laugh and agree with him. Pigs. I’m so angry and humiliated. But I can’t move. Earl won’t let me. The loudmouth continues. “You can get good meat in a lot of cities, but believe me, there’s nothing like a prime, Grade A New York steak. I swear to God, I’ve never seen a rack of meat anywhere in the country like I’ve gotten here.” He’s so close against me now that I can smell the whiskey on his breath and feel his hardness pressing against my leg. He’s big, handsome, rich, and used to pushing people around. “What do you think?” he asks me. “You look like the kind of girl who’d appreciate a big, thick piece of meat.” If I was alone, I’d have kneed him in the balls, told him off, and screamed for the cops, in that order. But I’m not allowed to respond. I have to keep my mouth shut. I look down, trying to ignore him. I feel his hand on my huge breasts, fondling and groping me. I feel like I’m going to scream. Just in time, the train reaches their stop and they all get off. People get on and off. Young men gawk and point at me. A Mexican construction worker whispers crude sexual come-ons in my ear in broken English. Girls give me dirty looks. Men who are with their wives or girlfriends practically kill themselves trying to check me out without getting caught. The heat has made everyone is sweaty, irritable, and very sexual. Earl just watches me. I can see the bulge his huge cock has made in his pants, and this turns me on. It also turns me on to see the effect I have on people. My pussy is dripping wet from the attention I get, and from the movement and vibration of the subway train. My legs are wide-spread, I’m leaning back against the pole, my hands are holding the pole high up behind my head, and my nipples are completely hard and swollen, sticking out obscenely over my mountainous cleavage. In the crush of people getting on and off at a crowded station, I feel hands roaming over me, my curvaceous ass, my big supersensitive juggs, my exposed thighs. I want to cry out but I don’t. After a while I notice a woman watching me from the other end of the car. She’s a few inches taller than I am. Blonde, blue-eyed, broad-shouldered, with a severe, short haircut. She comes a little closer, and stares at me from top to bottom. I can see that she is very pretty, with red lips, deep blue eyes, and a sexy figure. She’s a golden girl, with a golden tan, and she’s wearing a gold lame top that just fastens around her neck and covers her breasts like liquid. She’s wearing skintight white Capri pants, and high heels that strap around her calves, sort of like gladiator-style sandals. I see a flash of bright, straight white teeth as she licks her lips, watching me. At the next stop she gets off, and I feel a rush of disappointment. I’d thought she liked me. Maybe she wasn’t really checking me out at all. Then suddenly, I feel her next to me. She’s gotten back on, and without hesitating her hands are moving over my breasts, her tongue is flicking the edge of my ear, and I feel goosebumps all over my body at the touch of her lips. She pinches my nipple firmly, and I gasp with shock. She bites me lightly on the neck, and whispers “Keep your mouth shut. Don’t say a fucking word.” I can’t believe this is happening. I try to turn my head to look at Earl, but the blonde woman catches my jaw with her hand and forces me to look straight ahead. She stands directly behind me and roughly hefts both of my tits in her hands. There are people still on the train, of course. I’m too embarrassed to look at them. Out of the corner of my eye I can see a couple of young black men dressed in baggy hip-hop clothes—eyes bugging out, mouths wide open. They’re grinning at each other as if to say “Can-you-believe-this-shit!” I close my eyes, but her strong nails bite into my sensitive tit-flesh and force me to open them again. “You like showing yourself off, huh?” she whispers in my ear. “You like showing everyone your big fat tits, don’t you? Little fuck-slut, aren’t you? Why are you standing like this anyway? It’s because you want me to feel you up like this. You’ve been riding this car like this, wearing this skimpy little slutty dress, just so I’d notice you. Isn’t that right, Miss Tits?” My face is completely red. I’m afraid to speak. Afraid that if I try to speak, I’ll start crying. It really hurts, the way her fingers are digging into my tit-flesh. I see an Indian family sitting nearby, the father trying to block the view of this disgusting display with his body. She moves in front of me, French kisses me, driving her long tongue into my mouth. Her lips are soft and tasty. Her breasts are beautifully shaped, and her hard nipples push out into me. Her strong hands on my neck scare me a little. She lets them fall to my breasts again and rolls my hardened nipples between her fingers. The honey rushes to my pussy instantly. She pushes a clothed thigh between my spread legs, grinding it against my cunt through my skimpy dress. I feel her fingers on the inside of my thigh, moving up, up, to the opening of my sex where it drips with girl-juice. I gasp with shock to feel her actually penetrating me in the middle of this subway train. She works her manicured fingers into my pussy lips, teasing out more and more of my juices. She teases my clitoris into the open, and begins to work it between her thumb and finger. I feel like I’m going to scream. Suddenly she enters me deeply with her middle finger and begins to finger-fuck me in earnest. I feel my legs trembling. Tears come to my eyes. She brings her fingers out and pushes them into my mouth. I smell my cunt on her, sweet and spicy at the same time. Suddenly the train jerks into a station and the doors open. She grabs me by the arm and pushes me to the door. Scared to death, I look around for Earl. She’s got my arm behind my back with one hand and we’re walking rapidly through the bustling crowds. Out of the corner of my eye I can tell that Earl’s gotten off the train too and is shadowing us like an undercover cop. It’s ridiculous how much my juggs are jiggling as we walk through the station. What a sight we must be. My face is bright red, my legs ache from standing so long in high heels. She kisses me on the neck, nipping me lightly with her teeth. “You’re coming with me, hot stuff. I’ve got just the place for you,” she says with a wicked smile. To be continued... Stacked Shelley's Subway Ride Ch. 2 (Note: First check out part 1 so you know what's going on.) We're in an area of the city called the Upper East Side. It's full of fancy homes and some of the most expensive shopping areas, like Madison Avenue. It's dark, about nine-thirty at night, and it's still hot out. We're both sweating, like everyone else in the city. The blonde woman smells of sweat mixed with expensive perfume, and it turns me on. She lets go of my arm and lets me walk beside her. She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it lightly. Men stare at us as we pass. A group of black construction workers, heading home at the end of a shift whistles at us as we pass. "Baby, I'll hold your hand!" one of them shouts. "I'll hold your hand and walk you across the street!" I hear them exclaiming to each other "Goddamn!" "Big breastesseses!" "Freaky!" As we approach the edge of Central Park, I start to get scared. I'd thought she was taking me to her apartment, which would have been scary enough, but the park is really dark at night, with weird bushes and rocks and trails all over. I can't tell if Earl is still following us or not. I think he is, but I can't tell. This woman is wearing a small backpack. She's taller and stronger than I am. What if she's a psycho-killer or something? She's still got an iron grip on my arm. She starts whispering in my ear as we get to the edge of the park. She asks me my name and I tell her, blushing. Her voice is deep and sexy. "Ooh, Shelley you're so fucking hot. Your tits are so damn big, they drive me crazy. Sexy-ass bitch, aren't you? I'm going to have so much fun with you, Hot Tits…I love big tits like yours, you know that? I've been looking all over for a hot bitch like you, and now I've got your ass. I'm going to suck your big titties and lick your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop. That's what you want, isn't it?" Her voice and dirty words were driving me insane. My pussy was on fire. We were walking through the darkened park, surrounded by shadows and trees. Suddenly she dropped my arm and moved away from me, walking free and confident, swinging her arms and hips like a cocky athlete. I felt afraid, wanted her to be next to me. We rounded a curve and she walked straight over to an empty bench and sat down on it. She stared at me, undressing me with her eyes like a hungry lioness. The bench was sort of under a tree and hidden from the path. I looked around, and couldn't see a soul. In the distance I could hear the traffic noises and sirens of the city. I moved over to her and stood in front of her. I spread my legs and stood wide-legged. I thrust out my big rack and let her get a real eyeful. "That's right, girl," she purrs. "Show it off for me." I feel her hand moving up between my legs, feeling the wet entrance of my sex. I gasp and coo with shock and pleasure as her fingers enter my hot cunt. She pulls me closer to her, fingers deep in my pussy twisting this way and that, working my g-spot and all my sensitive spots so perfectly. I'm breathing hard and my breasts are heaving. She reaches up and lets the spaghetti straps holding up my dress. My sweaty dress clings to my large boobs as if molded to them. She peels it off me, lets my juicy melons stand proud and erect. Chills run up and down my spine. I stand in front of her, completely naked on my high heels, standing wide-legged above her. I stare into her deep blue eyes, at her rubyfruit lips. "Ask me to suck your big titties, Shelley," she orders. "Beg me to suck your nipples and fuck your big jugs." "Please," I hear myself begging this stranger. "Please suck my big tits. My big tits need you, they're so hot and swollen. They're so sensitive. They need to be sucked and fucked by you. Please kiss them. Please suck me." The blonde woman takes my breasts in her hands and fondles them. She bites me, sucking my swollen nipples into her mouth. She sucks hard, in between swirling her long pointed tongue around the little buds. I'm getting dizzy. I hear my groaning cries as if I'm far away. "Uhmmmmm. Assghmmm…Yessss. Suck my big tits. That's so goooodd." I feel like I could come just from this. Her mouth is wide open, straining to suck on as much of my breast-flesh as she can. She's working me over with her fingers again. The juices are flowing and dripping from my cunt so much that I can smell them in the air. My legs feel so weak. I climb on top of her, straddling her on my knees. We kiss, deep and passionate, tongues plunging into each other's mouths. I pull her top over her head, revealing breasts shaped like martini glasses, long dark nipples. We were making out hot and heavy, both of us panting and moaning with desire. I shoved my hand down her pants and drove my fingers into her hot box. "Aiggighiyaaa!" she cries out, mouth still full of my big teat. "Yesss, Shelley! Fuck yess!" I've got her pants undone and am finger fucking her for real, making her gasp for breath. Her clit feels big and easy to rub while plunging my fingers deep into her cunt. She's doing the same to me and I feel myself swiftly reaching my climax. "You hot dyke bitch!" I cry out, arching my back and bucking my hips on her hand. I grind my cunt into her, hard, over and over and over, gripping her head and shoulders with my hands just like I was riding a man. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hot cunt…Eiighagh! Ayyahhhghh! UGUHGHGHGWEIIIGH!" I screamed as I came, so hard that my body convulsed all over and my hips went out of control, fucking and bouncing on her strong hand. We were so loud that we didn't hear the policeman approaching. Suddenly, over my shoulder, I see this huge shadowed form looming over me. Just a few feet away, mounted on a big black horse, an NYPD officer. Damn. His flashlight seemed like a spotlight in contrast to the black night. On horseback in order to patrol the park at night, he'd come right up to investigate. He kept his light on our naked bodies for a long time, and then finally switched it off. "All right, girls, party's over," he said. "Don't you know this is a public park?" To be continued... Stacked Shelley's Subway Ride Ch. 3 "All right, girls, party's over," he said. "Don't you know this is a public park?" His voice was deep and manly, with a strong Noo Yawk accent. He got down off his horse and came toward us, taking his summons book from his back pocket. Shit. We're going to get written up. The horse stood still, breathing hard in the hot weather. The blonde woman gets up. "Please officer, we weren't hurting anyone. We didn't mean to cause trouble. Can't you just let us go home?" I got up too and turned around to face him. "Please," I say. "I promise it won't happen again." He hesitates, like any man would, seeing my big juicy rack for the first time. We were only a couple feet apart. He was young, dark-haired, Italian-looking, sort of like a John Travolta type from Brooklyn. He seemed tough, very macho, with strong, hairy forearms and big hands. His nameplate read DiNardo. The blonde woman, seeing the way he looked at me, spoke up. "Can you blame me, Officer? Shelley's one hot piece of ass, right? I couldn't wait to get home, Officer. I wanted those big tits so bad…" The young cop laughed, showing his white teeth and good humor. "Yeah, alright. You couldn't wait, huh? I know that feeling." "Shelley, stand up straight and show this nice policeman how you tempted me on the subway train." she ordered. I put my legs apart and stood like I'd been on the train, hands behind my head, melons pushed out. "I was like this, Officer," I told him, suddenly feeling like a dumb slut. "I was standing like this on the train so that she'd want me." I could see the lust in his eyes. He didn't give a shit anymore about his job. Like any man, once the blood rushed to his cock, his rational brain shut itself off. "That's right," she said. "My big-breasted whore, aren't you? My big-titted dyke-slut. Why don't you show this nice policeman what a good girl you are?" I approached him, slowly. I saw a wedding band on his finger. I pushed up against him, rubbing my breasts and sex against him like a horny cat. I felt him hard through his uniform, and dropped to my knees. I unzipped him and tried to fish his erection out through the hole. It took a lot of doing, but I did it. One of New York's Finest, indeed! Large, thick, salami-like cock. Not as big as Earl's, but pretty fucking huge regardless. I heard him draw in his breath sharply as I swallowed the first six inches in one gulp. I let it all the way out and rubbed it, staring him in the eyes from my submissive posture. I tongued the head of his cock all around, licking it gently beneath and flicking my tongue and lips over it again and again. I licked the length of his shaft all the way to the base, and seized it in both hands, pumping him like a machine. "Damn," said the Blonde, "you must make your wife so happy with that big thing, Officer. So big and thick. She must love it. Do you fuck her good like a husband should? I bet you make her come so good! Go on, Shelley. Deep-throat that monster! Show him how much we New York girls appreciate the NYPD." "My pleasure," I thought. I relaxed my throat and swallowed that salami down. His balls were incredibly large and heavy. I juggled them on my fingertips and he moaned. I worked the big head of his prick and down the length of his shaft. I opened my mouth wide and stretched it around one of his big cum-filled balls. My blonde mistress was next to him, topless, with one hand down her pants, fucking herself. She ran the other hand over the muscles of his arms and chest, cooing and moaning as well. I opened my throat and began shoving inch after inch of cock-meat down my gullet. He grabbed the back of my head with his big hands and started fucking my face, long powerful strokes, up and down, in and out. His big scary gun was just inches from my face. Behind him, the legs of his horse, stamping and snorting at the noises that his master was making. I deep-throated him like a professional sword-swallower whore, pausing at the bottom so he could see how much I'd taken. I let him slide all the way out and the head bounced against my open lips. We moved back and I sat on the bench so that my chest was at the right height for tit-fucking. He was hard as steel and ready to explode. My own pussy was on fire, and I wanted his cock in me. I took him between my huge soft tits and began working his wet cock in my cleavage, pumping him up and down, making him thrust hard against me like he was fucking my pussy. Somehow the platinum-haired pussycat woman had slipped his billy club off his belt, and I felt it nudging the edges of my hot cunt lips. Without losing rhythm or letting him fall, my hips began grinding against the hardness of it. I took him deep into my throat again and as she pushed the policeman's nightstick into me—just a tiny bit was all it took, I began to come, and as I came I began to cry out, only my mouth was stuffed full of cock, so the screams came out like deep vibrations in my throat, and this pushed my Italian Stallion over the edge. "Huuuuhhhg! Guhghghhhww!" he roared, blasting his seed deep into my belly. I let him fall out in time to catch the second blast in my open mouth, and the third, fourth, and fifth all over my big full tits. I pumped him with both hands like a crazed milkmaid, sucking every bit of cop-juice out of his huge salami. "Oh, Shelley!" said the Blonde. "You're fantastic! What a great cocksucker you are." She licked my sensitive chest like a cat, sucking up every bit of jism stuck to my tits and neck. To Be Continued... Stacked Shelley's Subway Ride Ch. 4 Note: Best to read Chapters 1-3 first. The cop looked like he was going to collapse. He sat down heavily on the bench to rest. I was getting turned on again as she fondled my big jugs expertly. I turned back to the young Italian cop and kissed him hard on the mouth. I climbed onto his lap and reached for his cock while blowing into his ear. It grew immediately in my hand, and soon I was rubbing it against the head of my clit and wet pussy lips. I looked into his eyes. “Please,” I said. “Please take me with your big cock. I need it so bad.” He lifted me with his strong hands and I guided his big cockhead into the opening of my cunt. I lowered myself onto it—slowly, because it felt fucking enormous. He grabbed me by the waist and slammed me down on it with one stroke. I arched my back, pushed my massive tits in his face and screamed. “Oooooooooghghhhhhh! Oooooooohough!” I wailed in the dark Central Park night. DiNardo sucked my tits as he fucked me, tossing me up and down on his big cock like I was an animal on a merry-go-round, stuck through with a thick pole. “Go slow,” I begged him. “Please go slow, you’re so big. I, uhhhgh. Ohhhhhhh! Fucckkk!” He wasn’t listening. He was fucking me with all his power. I fucked him back like a whore. My tits slapped heavily against my chest as I landed. The Blonde was fucking herself, hand moving like a blur between her long pretty legs. “Ohhhh, you big fucker,” I told him, out of my mind with passion. “You’re going to make me commmmme. You big-dicked fucker! Fucking studdd. Oeeeeewwwwwghhigh! Ueghghhaiiiiiigh!” He grabbed me by the waist and turned me around on him so that I faced the other way. His cock felt even huger this way, churning my insides to jelly. He gripped my tits with both hands and slammed into me. The horse stamped his feet and snorted, staring me right in the eye as his nostrils flared. I imagined riding this huge beast in tandem with my Italian stud--fucking me to the rhythm of the horse’s gallop like a couple of Indians. The Blonde stood in front of me. She’d pulled a strap-on cock out of her bag---where the fuck did this come from?—and was pushing it in my face. It was big and thick—not as big as mine, but pretty damn big anyway. She hadn’t strapped it, but in her haste just had it in her hand, and as I opened my mouth, wailing my womanly sex-cries, she pushed it between my lips. “Fuck the bitch good! she urged him. “Give that big-titted bitch all you’ve got, stud. Show the little cocktease who’s boss!” DiNardo grunted in agreement. My arms were being pulled back behind me, forcing my tits out, way out. Blondie mauled my tits like she was a horny sixteen-year old boy, and jacked the fake penis in and out of my mouth with plenty of force. “That’s it, bitch,” she yelled. “Show me how you love to get fucked in every hole!” My pussy was boiling over, being filled and fucked unmercifully in every spot. The cop’s big hands were gripping my thin wrists so hard it felt like a vice. I felt so filled up, every single part of my pussy was being hammered. The whole scene—this hot Italian cop drilling me from behind, Central Park at night, this freaky blonde woman with her sexy body and dominant personality shoving the fake cock down my throat, the smell of the leather and the sweat coming from the big black horse, the silhouetted outline of his massive horse-member. It was all too much. I fucking lost it. I howled like a stuck pig and tore at his arms with my fingernails. It hurt so good. “EEEEAAAAGGGGH! OOOooooaoghh! Ohmyfucking goddd! FEEEGHHh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The rod inside me expanded suddenly. So thick—it felt like double the size. DiNardo let out an anguished, animal sound, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me and then blasting deep into my womb like a firehose. I came and came again…”Ayyyyyessss! Fucckkkkmeeee! Uhhhhhhh!” I collapsed back against him, limp. He became tender for the first time, gently caressing me and holding me until my orgasm subsided and I could breathe normally again. “Finally,” I thought. “A nice guy. Sort of, anyway.” The blonde sat down beside us on the bench and kissed my shoulders. She fondled me and played with my long hair. “That was a hell of a show, huh?” she said. She was talking to the cop, like I wasn’t even there. “I knew from the minute I saw her that she was a hot-pussy little cock-tease slut. I’m glad she did you so good,” she said, stroking DiNardo’s neck and talking to him like they were lovers. I started getting kind of pissed off by what she was saying. Now that I’d had such a powerful orgasm, my mind was clear again and I was getting sick of her bullshit. I guess maybe I’d started to feel some sort of bond with this cop who’d just fucked the hell out of me. I mean, I’d fucked him, not her! She was playing with the strap-on cock, holding it in her hand, rubbing it against my tits and tickling my belly with it. Her own body looked delicious. Breasts very high with erect nipples. Beautifully curved hips and slim waist. Firm round ass. Elegant, arched feet and manicured nails. Cruel red lips that were wet with desire. She kept talking to the cop in a sexy, smoky voice: “Maybe you’d like to see some more. Maybe you’d like to see me bend her over and fuck her for you. Would that turn you on, Officer?” What could he say? What would you say? To Be Continued. Stacked Shelley's Subway Ride Ch. 5 Note: Best to read chapters 1-4 first. She was playing with the strap-on cock, holding it in her hand, rubbing it against my tits and tickling my belly with it. Her own body looked delicious. Breasts very high with erect nipples. Beautifully curved hips and slim waist. Firm round ass. Elegant, arched feet and manicured nails. Cruel red lips that were wet with desire. She kept talking to the cop in a sexy, smoky voice: “Maybe you’d like to see some more. Maybe you’d like to see me bend her over and fuck her for you. Would that turn you on, Officer?” “Sure”, he said. What else could he say? What would you say? But I’ve got a say too! I took the strap-on from her, and brought it to my lips like I was going to suck it. I whispered into DiNardo’s ear, “Hold her still for me.” He didn’t say anything, but winked at me so I knew he heard. I stood up straight, my breasts heaving and standing out proud. They both stared up at me, blown away by that perspective. Before she really realized what I was intending to do, I’d begun strapping that big fake cock into position. She started to protest, but the cop grabbed her and held her easily. “What the fuck! Let go of me, goddammit!” she yelled. “You want a show?” I said. “You want to put on a show? You’re gonna put on a show, bitch, and it better be damn good. Spread those fine legs for me sweetmeat, and get ready to take all I’ve got!” I grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs as wide as they’d go. The fake cock bounced and dangled obscenely between my legs—big, thick, and always hard. My big breasts jiggled and shook as I mounted her. DiNardo was kissing her neck and shoulders as he held her. She thrashed and fought him, but knew it was pointless. I slid the tip of it up and down her slit and let it get good and wet with pussy juice. I tapped it against the bud of her clit and teased it back and forth, making her gasp and whimper. I parted her pussy lips with my hand and let the warm night air play over her wet cunt. I pushed the head of it in and she cried out. “Please Shelley don’t do it. Please don’t fuck me like that, I don’t like it.” I pushed in a little more, and she bit her lip. “No, please Shelley don’t. It’s too big I’m not used to being fucked like that…Noooo! Ayyyy! Oooooh!” I pushed it in deeper, forcing it into her. I held it still and let her cunt adjust to it. It was a big cock—thick and curved like a plantain banana. She probably hadn’t had a man in a long time. I sure as hell ain’t no man—but I’ve got a good idea how they fuck, and I decided to give her the full treatment. I pulled out and left only the tip of the head inside her pussy lips. Her strong legs attempted to wrap around me and pull me back in, but I held her back by her ankles. DiNardo whipped out his handcuffs and locked her to the bench, arms back over her head—but loose so I could move her around. He scooted over and just stared—jacking his big shaft hard again with his hand. I gave her tiny little moves, taunting her hungry cunt. She gasped and moaned deeply. Her pussy was dripping wet and she began thrusting with her hips and cunt—bucking forward, trying to get more cock inside. I wouldn’t give it to her. I pulled it out all the way and let it slide around her lips and clit again. I leaned over and let DiNardo suck my big titties again, just to make her wait. I brought it back—my little hand barely fit around the fat shaft—and teased her again with two inches inside her. Her beautiful features contorted with lust. “Aiiihhhhh! FUCK! You fucking cunt. You big-titted tease! Don’t tease me like that, please. You’re driving me insane. Please…I want it. Give it to me. Don’t make me wait like this.” “You gonna put on a show, slut?” I taunted her, kissing the inside of her spread legs and tickling the backs of her knees. “Yes Godammnit! Please fuck me Shelley! I’m begging you. Fill me up with that big cock. I’ll be a good little bitch now, I promise. Please…Ahhhhhhhhhiiiiiieee!” I plowed into her with everything I had, driving that big fake cock to the hilt in her wet, volcanic pussy. My heavy, hanging tits slapped forcefully into her face. Wham! Bam! I thought about the way Earl fucked me. The way DiNardo had just fucked me. I turned her this way and that, and hammered away into her. She was going insane. Crying and babbling like an idiot. She kept trying to kiss and bite my nipples as they struck her face, but she couldn’t. Her head was tossing from side to side, and strange warbling cries came from her throat. “aaaAGGAGAAAAHhhhhh! uuuuuweeeeeiOOOO!” Officer DiNardo looked a little startled. (What kind of a crazy bitch was this, anyway?) but his dick was rock-hard in his fists as he watched us. I grabbed her and made her turn over onto her knees. Her wrists were still locked to the bench, and the chain had crossed over—pinning her more tightly to it. I slapped her firm ass, hard, and she spread her legs wide and tilted her butt up for me. DiNardo grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced his big rod between her dark red lips. She made a strangled sound of protest, but sucked it down anyway. “That’s it, bitch!” I told her. “Now you’re putting on the show. How do you like being the piece of ass that gets taken by two cocks at once? You must like it, you’re as wet as a bartender’s towel.” She couldn’t answer, of course. Her throat was full of cock, and she was groaning as I long-dicked her from behind. I’d never fucked a woman like this before and I was starting to get into it. I can definitely see why you guys love it so much. I gripped her hips and slammed her back into me. I slapped that hot firm ass so hard that the loud smack of it startled DiNardo’s horse. She was deep-throating him like a pro, humming all over his big prick. He began groaning again as he reached another orgasm. I reached around to work her clit while I fucked her, my big tits pressing against her sweaty back. My fingers put her over the edge. Her cries increased, even muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her hips began bucking wildly, flinging in all directions like a rodeo horse. I held on strong and hard, pummeling her pussy with all my might. Suddenly, DiNardo grunted again and again, like a hog rooting for food, and I could see her throat contracting and struggling to swallow all his come. She choked a bit and the milky man-juice spilled out on her soft red lips and dripped back down on his wet tool. She didn’t even notice. Shrieking like a banshee, the blonde lesbian began shaking all over as the orgasm hit her. “FuuuuuuuckkK! OOOOOOOOhhhhheiiiiiIEIOooohh! YESSSSS! Yess! Fuckkk yessss! Fuckkkk mmeeee!” she screamed. When she finally subsided, minutes later, I could hear the noises of the city again. I kissed DiNardo on the lips and licked every bit of come off his cock. The blonde woman kissed me, tonguing my breasts and fondling them one last time. DiNardo got his uniform all back together and put on his policeman’s hat. I put my tight dress back on and petted the big horse. It’s neck was warm and sweet-smelling. DiNardo escorted us back to the street and the Blonde kissed me again and pressed her phone number into my hand before and jumping into a cab. The cars streamed by and the taxis weaved back and forth, honking, swerving, speeding. People fast-walking by on their cell-phones. Another NewYork night. People passing Central Park, pushing strollers. They’d never believe what we’d just done. My hips shaking, my breasts jiggling, reeking of sex and sweat, I headed down to the subway to ride home.