0 comments/ 50555 views/ 4 favorites Train Slut By: iluvmybike The train was crowded and I couldn't find a decent table to sit at until I came across one whose sole occupant was a guy wearing a do-rag. His tightly-strewn braids were just visible beneath the taut white material, and he sat hunched against the window talking on his cell phone. I looked outside and saw my family, faithfully awaiting the train's departure from Bakersfield before they left the station. They were pointing and laughing at the do-rag, which to them probably looked like some severed piece of Stay Puft Marshmallow Man bobbing to-and-fro as the train finally embarked on its long trek North. I sighed and leaned back into my seat, bracing myself for what horrifyingly dreary events were about to occur on this 7 hour journey. My eyes had three points of focus: endless, methodical rows of pesticide-laden horticulture flashing through the window, my physics homework idling in front of me, and the creature sitting across from me. I couldn't help but overhear him talking in eloquent ghetto-tongues about his "boo," or his "homie" who had just jacked the rims off five Cadillac Escalades, or how the "shit was crackin'" at a club he had partied at the night before. When he was finally finished with his fifth straight conversation, he looked at me with a pair of majestically green eyes that hinted a gleam of yellow and asked if I would save his seat while he went to the bathroom and checked his bags. He returned 10 minutes later with two Coca Colas and asked if I would like one, and I accepted. This guy was totally not fitting my standardized protocol for "men I find attractive": his sweatpants were frighteningly gargantuan and dangled precariously from what I could make out as a fairly small ass; his Phat Farm t-shirt and its preposterous, too-big size also concealed from me what I knew must have been a totally hot body. But the utter mystery of his almost foreign language, his loud wardrobe, the braids matted violently close to his scalp… it all conspired to leave me aching for just one little taste of his mouth, maybe even some of his thug dick. We started talking up a storm: Keith Grafman was his name and failing out of high school and partying was his game. But he did have prospects: he wanted to finish high school and he wanted to be a cop someday. I lied and told him I admired his diligence in the face of temporarily adverse circumstances, and at the same time I realized that me and this 18-year-old boy weren't all that different. And judging by the adorably incessant grin on his rosy-cheeked face I could tell he was feeling the same. Sure, I knew he had a "boo," and I knew I'd never see him again – I wasn't bothered, so why defend my amorality? The only thing that bugged me at that point was why I wasn't feeling the heat of his wet mouth and his long fingers on my naked stomach and tits. I finally just got up out of my seat and went to sit next to him. I thought of some excuse for my unexpected and sudden move – just making room for new passengers – I could have said, but I instead confessed to this shaved-arm, unseeming sweetheart that I found him irresistible. "Listen Keith, I find you irresistible," I said as quietly as I could manage; my heart was pounding like a mother. He looked ahead and grinned widely and I took this as a signal to continue. "And I've been fantasizing about you for the past 30 or 40 minutes, so…" I stopped when he looked away from me and up at a scowling, fat old woman who came to sit across from us. The floral print on her centuries-old Victorian luggage contrasted comically with Keith and I – we were like first-rate representatives of a generation whose depravity was simply immeasurable: a shameless college hussy jocking a younger man, a thug, who was theoretically hands-off. Keith looked at me and his yellow-green eyes were so bright, and I thought oh shit this is totally great as he put his hand on my bare thigh with the swift deliberation of a confident magician. His self-assurance fluttered through the congested air, dove straight down to my cunt and rubbed hard. I responded with a light touch of my fingers up and down his smooth arm and he shot me a sideways glance that somehow injected from my cunt a mad, Midwestern deluge of girl pre-cum. Wow! What an effect this white boy thug could manage! Keith was looking at me and it wasn't even for a long time but he was inching his ass closer to mine and at the old woman he was smiling warmly, invitingly. She reciprocated his feigned cordiality with a disapproving glare, then looked at me and I admit that I probably looked like a real slut, sitting there on that train, seducing this boy, wearing nothing but a skimpy tank top that exposed too much of my cleavage and half of my stomach and khaki shorts that were almost uncomfortably short. Nonetheless the loathsome hag sat her fat ass down and Keith started whispering in my ear something about how when he was little he used to play with Gumby figurines and he would make them jump off the couch to their deaths. I laughed and noticed that it was getting dark outside and that Keith's hand was still on my thigh, but his motives became unquestionable once his hand moved up and over my crotch, then up to my bare stomach, where the tips of his long fingers played with my belly-button. The old lady, whose mouth I swear was like perpetually disfigured into this very unpleasant frown, had two points of focus: the river through the window, which was becoming decreasingly visible as the sun called it a day, and the lewd exhibition sitting across from her that was Keith and I. Keith kept whispering in my ear, now telling me about how the last time he went to Magic Mountain he had seen N'SYNC there and how he was with his girlfriend and they stole $40 worth of merchandise from a gift shop. His arm was around my waist and I had one of my hands in one of the gigantic pockets of his sweatpants, toying with his keys when I blurted out, "Keith, I really want to suck your dick." He didn't move for a few seconds, but when he did it was to kiss my neck hard and I seriously would have came right then if I hadn't looked across at the third wheel who was raining on our parade. I turned towards Keith and kissed his pink, wet lips long and softly. When I made a gesture to indicate I was pulling back for a breather, he pushed his tongue forward and the hand that had formerly been on my stomach was now under my tank top and rubbing my tits. I felt his other hand that had formerly been around my waist reach down the back of my shorts and grab onto my ass. We made out like that for at least five minutes, until we heard the old lady clearing her throat. She was looking disturbed but managed to tell us, in a shrieking, sarcastic tone "Well why don't you just go on and do that on the table here!?!?" Keith didn't even think twice. He sat up on the table right in front of me and took off his Phat Farm shirt. His tight abs and pecs were gleaming magnificently down at me as he put his legs on either side of me. I, too, had no concept of consequence and I pulled his pants off and felt a backdraft of heat emitting from the bulge underneath his checkered boxer shorts. He shaves his legs, too, I observed, and started kissing his bare knees, up his inner thighs. I lifted myself up onto my knees and kissed the line of fuzz that teetered out from his boxers and up to his belly-button. He let out a moaning giggle that watered my already-saturated cunt when my face and chin rubbed against his crotch, and then he started pulling off my top. It was completely black outside by now and I could see our reflection in the window – my hands wrapped around his thin frame and held onto his firm ass cheeks, my nipples out-of-view because my tits were pressed so tightly to his thighs. My curly hair done up in an unintentionally stylish frazzle, his do-rag on the table. I watched myself as I pulled his boxers down and he lifted his hips so I could better manage, but I just wound up with his 8-inch dick smothering my face with its pre-cum. The subtle scent of his cologne and the overwhelming scent of his pungently delectable crotch sent my world a-spinning and I started rubbing my clit violently over my shorts as I sucked and licked up and down his harder-than-hard-8-inch shaft with a whorish disregard for circumstance. I then squeezed his balls in one hand and reached around to finger his crack with the other. He told me to lay off his dick and even though I was enjoying the gags induced by his big dick down my throat, I laid off. He then pulled me up to him and kissed my mouth, and I pulled my shorts and panties off so that we were both completely naked on the table, and I kissed his pecs and lowered my steaming, ravenous cunt onto his ready dick. We started fucking hard, him lifting his ass off the table and me responding with a hard thrust down with my hips. I wanted nothing more than for Keith to shoot his bling-bling load up into my body. I wondered if it would have specs of gold or dollar-sign confetti in it, but no matter: I was about to come and when I looked at our reflection I told Keith to look, too, and we both came. His hands were grabbing my ass hard when I felt his cum defy gravity, go straight to my brain and out my throat came the sound of twelve thousand deeply felt orgasms. He kissed my sweaty neck and I pulled myself off of him. His still half-hard cock was a beautiful sight, soaked to the core by my untamable flow of feminine fluids. When I recovered, I looked up and saw at least 15 people staring at us, wide-eyed and probably horny. I whispered into Keith's ear: "Looks like a lot of people have been watching us." It turns out that the old woman had left our table in a total state of hysteria and went to get the conductor, but Keith and I were far too enraptured in our lust to see anything but ourselves. In fact, Keith's eyes were closed – he looked like he had transcended and he didn't even seem to care that there were 17 trillion people watching us writhe in each others arms; he was already playing with my hard nipples. At that moment I really could've used some water – all that fucking had made me thirsty – but I also realized that I was a Train Slut of The Most Prime Variety. So with that, I seized my whorish disregard for circumstance, I grabbed hold of Keith's dick, and I said, "Keith, I really want you to eat me out." Train Slut The rattling of the train is a distraction, but only a minor one. The night is hot, humid and still, the air flowing into the train as it travels between stations a welcome relief, but all too often replaced by the oppressive heat when the train pulls into each station. Distracted by my thoughts, I am slightly shocked when I suddenly realise the next station is yours. I wait in anticipation as the train comes to rest at the platform and you board, quickly entering the last carriage and joining me in the upstairs section. As instructed, you are dressed in a long flowing green dress that sits well on your body. Underneath I am confident you have followed your instructions and are wearing stockings and a half bra, but no panties. Joining me on the last seat at the rear of the carriage you straddle my body and kiss me hello, hard and aggressively, biting my bottom lip with your teeth. For a brief moment I kiss you back, then allow you to move past me to the edge of the seat against the window. The carriage is mostly empty, a couple of school children at the front, an older couple in the middle and some obvious salaried employees heading home. The next station is only a couple of minutes away, the stop after that another 20 minutes of travel. For obvious reasons I am hopeful the rest of the carriage's occupants will be leaving at the next stop. Sitting next to me you have your legs splayed open, one across my thigh, the other raised up, your knee against the back of the next seat. The humidity has affected the flow of your dress which is stuck to your breasts, stomach and legs. Even though the long dress covers almost all of your body, it is still intensely erotic to look at you. Pulling me over in order to kiss me again, you use my body to shield the fact that you have dragged my hand under your dress, eager to demonstrate your compliance with my instructions. I run my hand up your leg, enjoying the feeling of your silk stockings under my fingers, then the transition across the lace to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. The sensation of my hand on your thigh sends a thrill from my fingers to my brain, which intensifies as I reach your cunt and dance my fingers across your freshly waxed lips and clit. Even after just a brief touch my fingers are wet with your juices so I raise them to my mouth and lick them clean. As the train begins to slow down for the next stop, I feel your nails on my thigh as you whisper "What if they don't leave?" Smiling back without replying I bring out my hipflask and pour sake, purchased from your favourite Japanese restaurant, into a little plastic cup. Your favourite drink, you quickly drain the cup and hold it still whilst I pour you another shot. I have always been impressed with how much you like sake and, more importantly, how quickly you become a drunk little slut under its influence. Two more shots later you are already giggling as the train comes to a stop at the station. Thankfully the rest of the carriage does indeed clear. Even better, no one else gets in, leaving us with an empty carriage and 20 minutes until the next stop. As soon as the train is moving I push the seat ahead of us forwards so we are sitting in a six seat section. I notice you pouring yourself one more shot of sake and smile internally, knowing I can use that action as a pretext to punish you. I quickly remove the hipflask and throw the now empty cup away, whispering in your ear in a menacing tone, "I hadn't given you permission to have another shot." Pushing you forwards so you are kneeling over the seat in front and positioned in the middle of it, I quickly flip your dress over your hips. From behind it appears your head is covered like a shawl. Far more appealing of course is your ass, framed between the black suspenders and garter belt and your smooth cunt, so obviously wet it gleams, even under the erratic light inside the train. Removing my belt, I double it over, then using my left hand to both balance and hold you in position, I start to whip your ass. The strokes are firm enough to sound impressive and to leave some nice marks on your ass, but nothing like you have previously taken. I am gratified to see that even in your now drunken state you still push your ass back and up to receive the belt. I belt your ass five times, then step back from you and quickly remove my shorts. My cock is hard and very ready as I position myself behind you. The movement of the train makes it difficult to position myself, but then I feel the heat of your cunt as the head of my cock nestles between its lips. With one thrust I quickly penetrate you, pushing forward until I am completely inside you with my shaved balls rubbing against your ass. In the empty carriage your grunt of pleasure echoes nicely around us, something I hadn't anticipated. I start to fuck you with slow deep strokes, my left hand on your hip for balance, my right hand moving constantly from your nipples to your clit and back again. You also seem quite taken with the acoustics of the environment, calling out for me to fuck you and take you hard. Your voice echoes around the room like some badly dubbed porno as I try to meet all your demands. Increasing the tempo of my strokes I start to fuck you hard, bending you over the seat as I ravish you from behind. My right hand is now slick with your juices which I use as lube to slide my index finger into your ass. Once inside I can feel the movement of my cock through your body as I thrust in and out of your cunt. I am shocked when I suddenly catch movement at the edge of my peripheral vision, but quickly relax when I realise the individual isn't coming towards us. Moving you slightly to the left, I try to assess the situation. Out of the corner of my eye I can vaguely see a figure, obviously trying to stay out of sight. Suddenly the train sways across the tracks and I have a more accurate glimpse of our watcher. It is a teenager, probably 19 dressed liked an arts student, obviously on the way home from university or college. He must have been sitting downstairs and been attracted by the noise. If the kid is anything like me at 19, I figure he would enjoy watching the show, but wasn't likely to cause any grief. Accordingly, I turn my attention back to you, my slut who seems very much unaware that we have an audience. Removing my finger from your ass, I start to slap your ass cheeks in time with your backward squirming and instruct you to fuck me harder. Conscious of the watching schoolboy I ask you what you want. I smirk internally as you list in explicit detail how you want to be used like a slut, made to cum again and again, fucked to the point of unconsciousness, be forced to take my cock up your ass and generally be transformed into a depraved whore. At some point in time I shall have to explain to you how you have probably altered the student's sexual destiny; how he will most likely seek out depraved sluts who can provide entry into the world of which you have given him a brief glimpse. Here and now however, I have you as my slut pet. Without warning I pull out of you, your frustration obvious in your moan of disapproval. I tell you to start playing with yourself. I watch in lust as your fingers rub your clit and lips and then plunge into your cunt. I move closer and begin to alternate between biting your neck and whispering into your ear "Imagine if we weren't alone, imagine if those schoolboys were still here watching you right now." Obviously the thought of yourself committing sluttish acts of indecency is enough to get you over the edge, because you start to cum. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I thrust back inside whilst you are still coming, extending your orgasm and causing you to cry out "Christ yes, fuck me hard!" Giving in to temptation I proceed to fuck you hard and urgently. Despite the almost violent nature of our act, however, our bodies move in sync as you squirm down on my cock as I drive it deep inside you. I am getting close to giving in and letting myself go, when suddenly you pull away from me and I am temporarily fucking the air. Spinning me around, you push me back on the seat you so recently vacated. Stepping out of your dress so you are left in stockings and bra, you straddle the seat with your feet planted on each side of me and proceed to penetrate yourself using my cock as if it were a dildo on a chair. As you bounce up and down the full length of my cock, you pull my head into your breasts and I start to bite your exposed nipples through the half bra. Staying in position whilst you fuck me, I move my head from your breasts to your neck and bite deeply, leaving a mark of possession. At the same moment I slide my right index finger back into your ass, enjoying the feeling of you sliding up and down my finger and cock at the same time. I can tell by the pace of your breathing that you are getting close to orgasm. In one coordinated motion I push my cock hard against you, bite your neck and thrust my index finger as far as possible into your ass. Feeling you cum underneath me triggers my own orgasm which seems to last longer than normal as I pump what feels like an excessive amount of cum deep inside you. The carriage seems to echo with our combined scream of pleasure as we release together. Glancing behind me I see the schoolboy still watching intently, less hidden than previously. He has obviously enjoyed the show! With you still draped over me and cum leaving from your cunt back onto my cock, balls and thighs, it is easy to whisper in your ear "You know we really have an audience." Changing positions so you can fulfill your duties and clean up my cock and balls with your mouth, you look up at me and smile. Having sucked clean the head of my cock, you look up and me and whisper back "I know, I could see him in the window the whole time." Flashing me an evil grin, you lower your head and proceed to clean up the rest of my groin whilst still giving the schoolboy a direct look at your freshly fucked cunt. Looking out of the train I realise we are still a couple of minutes from the next station. Removing your bra I throw it into the area of the carriage where our watcher is hiding. "Keep it," I call out, "she's got plenty more," before closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of your tongue on my diminished cock and the feeling of my fingers against your still soaked cunt. Train Slut Becca looked around herself, trying to keep her nerves from taking over. She was riding the train home after a late shift at the diner; there was no one across from her or in the seats directly around her; there was an older gentlemen in a seat a few rows ahead of her, but he was reading the paper. Behind her another couple of rows was a couple making googly eyes at each other. That was it for this car. She breathed deeply, evenly, trying to convince herself there'd be no better time to do it but right then and there. This was likely the least crowded it would ever be on the train. She moved her purse to the side of her that was near the aisle, giving her some modicum of cover from that side, should she need it. Hesitantly, she moved her hand slowly down her side until it was at the hem of her uniform - a short, tawdry, yellow dress that was required for all waitresses to wear at The Diner. It was one of the reasons all waitresses had to be 18 or older to work there; Becca was 22, so she made the cut. Slowly, darting her eyes once more at the man sitting in the seat a few rows ahead of her, confident that he was still very much engrossed in his newspaper, she pulled that hem up. She bit her lip, already feeling the excitement well up inside her. This had only been a fantasy of hers since before she really knew how to masturbate. She inched her dress up until it was no longer hiding her panties. She was wearing her favorite pair to make her feel sexy - red satin with lace edges. Taking one last look around, she eased her hand to her inner thigh and slipped her fingertips under her panties, testing her wet pussy. God, she was wet. She had practically been wet all day thinking about this. Just that one touch and all her caution went out the window, figuratively speaking. She thrust her fingers in farther until she was circling her cunt hole with a finger. It clenched around air, weeping to be filled. Becca sent one finger in, then another, one more; she was fucking herself with three fingers and lightly rubbing her clit in time with the thrusts. Her eyes were heavy, wanting to close, but she forced them to remain open so she could look at her surroundings. Teeth clenched on her lower lip, she breathed heavily through her nose as the thought of what would happen if the older gentlemen noticed her movements. Would he just watch? She shuddered at the thought. Would he walk over and help her? She had to fight back a moan. Would he force her to suck his cock while she touched herself in public like the dirty slut she secretly thought she was? Her eyes drifted closed as she found herself drifting closer to the edge of orgasm. But she forced them open again, staring at the man. He wasn't too old; nor was he average looking or ugly. He was a silver fox for sure. Becca stared at him, almost willing him to look at her and make her do something dirty - dirtier than what she was already doing. Would he make her stand up and show the couple behind her what she had been doing? Would he bend her over and spank her? Fuck, fuck, fuck, she was close. Her fingers sped up, and her stare should have singed the man's jacket, she was staring so hard. Then suddenly, he put his paper away. Becca's movements stopped. He stood up. She was frozen with fear, anticipation, excitement... He was walking away from her. She frowned. Then she realized that the doors were opening; they had reached a stop already. Quickly she pulled her hand out of her panties and folded her arms around her stomach, looking away from the newcomers on the train. There were only 3; all guys around her age. Two seemed to be friends, and they sat together in the seat to her right, in opposite seats to face each other. The other one, for some reason, sat right in front of her, facing her. She was almost fuming, she was so mad. Every other seat was empty, because the couple behind her had also gotten off at the last exit, but they all had to choose the ones around her. Looks like the only 'getting off' she'd be doing on that train was the one where she got off on her station. She turned her head to look out the window for a while, before feeling a pair of eyes on her. Becca turned to look at the guy in front of her; he was looking into her eyes, then, once he saw he had her attention, drifted his gaze down her body until it landed at the junction between her thighs. She frowned, following his gaze, then turned red, realizing she hadn't pulled her dress back down. Her panties were in plain view of him. Then she looked to the right of her; apparently they were also visible to the guy in the seat caddy-corner to her, and his friend had joined him so they could stare at her pussy. One of the guys across the corner from her, his hair black, spoke first. "Red, huh? Kind of a slutty color, don't you think? Are you a slut, baby?" Becca was shocked into silence. The other guys took that as cues to act even bolder. The guy next to the first one who spoke, who was black, started to unzip his jeans. Across from her, the brunette guy who had first made her notice she hadn't covered up, moved to sit next to her, throwing her purse to the seat he had just vacated. He moved his hands to her dress and started unbuttoning it. "Oh, guys, you've got to see her titties," he gushed. "They're so plump." He proceeded to also take off her bra. Becca wondered if she should offer up a protest. But the longer she thought about it, the more she decided she wanted to see where this would go. She had come onto this train to specifically fulfill a fantasy; but she didn't have to limit herself to just one. The black haired boy and the black boy moved to kneel in front of her. The black guy didn't hesitate in taking one of her tits into his mouth and sucking hard on her nipple. Becca couldn't stop the long, loud moan that came out of her mouth. The black guy took her nipple out of his mouth. "Yeah, this bitch is ripe for a good fucking. Get her on the floor, I want her mouth." It was all happening so fast, but Becca was so excited she almost fainted when she was pulled to the ground, but not before her dress and bra were taken off of her completely and her panties were pulled to the side. She was kneeling up and suddenly a huge black cock was in her face. "Suck it, slut," the black guy said as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face onto his cock. Fuck she was so turned on she immediately gobbled up as much of him as she could, gagging before she could stop herself. She kept going at that speed, until she felt a cock sliding between her cheeks. Someone had knelt behind her and was attempting to poke his hard cock into her wet, tight pussy. She leaned forward, to help him and to drive the black cock deeper into her mouth. Her left hand was grabbed and placed on the third cock she'd service that night. "Fuuuuuuuuck, she's so tight," a voice said. She recognized that as the voice that belonged to the black haired guy; he must be the one trying to ease his cock inside her right now. She took the black cock out of her mouth long enough to say "Don't go slow. Be rough with me. Use me like the whore I am," but before she could finish her last word, he was already slamming the rest of his cock into her. She screamed, but it was muffled as the black dick was once again in her mouth. "Oh god," she cried around it, so turned on she could barely see straight. "Jesus fucking Chris this cunt is hot," the brunette said as she went back to jacking him off in her hand. "I want that mouth soon." The guy fucking her from behind slapped her ass and she lurched forward, not from pain, but from surprise, and the black cock was forced farther in her mouth. "Shit, bitch, that's it, take it. Take it all," the owner of the cock in her mouth shouted, abandoning his easy fucking of her face to just go for it, treating it like it was a pussy. Gluck, gluck, gluck. Becca was breathing through her nose quickly, feeling an orgasm coming on quickly. Just as she felt it cresting over, the cock inside her pussy exploded, cum coating her cunt walls. That ensured her orgasm, as she loved the feeling of the cum splashing around inside her. She screamed, the vibrations causing the cock in her mouth to go off, too. The users of her mouth and pussy backed off and she fell to her butt, sitting on the floor of the train. "Alright, cunt, my turn," the brunette said, walking up to shove his cock in her mouth. But before he could, they all noticed the train had stopped... and people were piling in.