EroticReverie

This would be her first time on a train, and a first among other things.

It was a Tuesday and they were standing packed like sardines inside the silver train car as it shot along the tracks. She felt the rumbling beneath her feet, and she wondered how fast they were going. Her father was behind her, standing with his hand above her head , gripping the same pole as her to steady themselves. She could smell his cologne, she always liked the smell of his cologne, and was thankful he’d seemed to put on extra today, because it masked the odor of whoever decided Thai food was a good idea to eat in public transport, and the smell of the man who had his arm raised near her that clearly didn’t partake in the tradition of wearing deodorant.

They were on their way into the city, and Paul couldn’t wait to get himself out of the train, and just like his daughter Emily was thankful for his cologne, he was thankful for the way that she smelled. He concentrated on her scent, trying to distinguish what part of her smelled so delicious, and what the scents were that mixed together.  He inhaled her hair, it smelled like fruit. Strawberries he gathered. But he smelled something else as well, and casually sniffed near her shoulder, and could smell warm vanilla.

The train bolted further and further along the tracks when he laid eyes on a couple who were sitting down. They were mid 20’s and the girl was pawing at her boyfriends pant leg, giggling as he whispered into her ear. He watched her gasp and hit him playfully and his hand slip up her skirt slightly. He glanced around, realizing he might be the only one aware of this mans untamed hand reaching further and further up his girlfriends skirt, only for her to swat it away and giggle some more.  Paul found himself growing aroused, and wondered how many men had found themselves with their fingers between the thighs of a woman on this exact train car.

Paul looked down in front of him and watched his daughters dress sway loosely as she switched her footing, His eyes wandered down her legs, back up her legs, and to her ass. Her dress was baby blue. It was a simple cotton dress, strapless, and it zipped up the side. He noticed her zipper on the side, where it was lowered only about a half an inch from the top. He wondered if it slipped, or if it was as far she could get it to go due to her breasts which seemed to keep growing every day.
He went beyond violating his own daughter with his eyes, to begin doing it with his mind.

He looked at the zipper, willing it with his eyes to fall lower and let his daughters huge breasts fall out in front of him, in front of all these strangers. Paul’s dick moved in his pants. He imagined himself holding her massive breasts in his hands as he stood behind her, grinding himself into her, as he whispered in her ear, and kissed her neck.

He inhaled more strawberry and warm vanilla.

His mind began to study her ass, catching the outline of her panties whenever her dress swayed against her body. He wondered what color they were, he wondered how they smelled, he made a note to himself to check the laundry tonight when they got home, so he could rummage for a pair of her worn panties and satisfy his new found curiosity about his daughters womanly scent.

His dick moved again, this time rising as he imagined himself sitting in the family room jerking off with her panties pressed to his nose and his daughter catching him, and how he’d take her , how he’d fuck her and use her.

He felt guilty thinking this way about his little girl, but as he eyed that zipper once more, and imagined it again, unzipping itself and her perfect breasts falling out. He realized she wasn’t that little anymore. That she’d grown up.

Someone in the train was moving through to the other end, jostling people around and Paul when passed, exaggerated the amount of space needed for them to pass and pressed himself into her ass. There was no response from her as she kept looking out the window of the train. He nudged himself into her more. His hand rested gently on her hip and her head turned slightly checking whos hand had touched her, looking down at the hand, then up at her father, and smiling, Paul smiled back, grabbing her hip.

Emily assumed it was for need of more stability, he just needed to …oh. She felt him now in her backside. She felt the strengthening of his grip, and knew exactly what was poking her in her backside. Emily had seen movies, she’d even seen the dirty ones that her father forgot to clear from their browsing history, the ones she’d spent many years masturbating to. Her mind flashed to one in particular. She remembered a couple on a bus, fucking in front of everyone. She remembered how hot she thought it was, when at first nobody noticed and then everyone caught them and began to watch.   Paul was pulling her into him as she felt him gently thrust himself into her.

Emily’s heart raced and she felt her fathers nose pressing into the back of her head as he inhaled more of her shampoo. She felt her dress being lifted by that hand that had just left her hip. His fingers were dancing up and down the inside of her thighs, then back as he curled his fingers and cupped her sex through her panties and rubbed her gently. Emily gasped, inaudibly. But her father felt the rise of her body against his as she inhaled sharply and he leaned down further and whispered a simple. “Shh.”

Emilys eyes darted around the train, people were sleeping, or talking, or not paying attention, and she was glad because she didn’t want it to end. Her father was dragging his fingers back and forth along the thin fabric that separated his fingers from dipping between the folds of her lips. Emily felt herself begin to ache inside. She wanted more , she wanted her father to put his fingers inside her, just like she’d seen in the dirty videos. She imagined it as she closed her eyes.

Paul was rubbing his little girls pussy through her panties, faster, faster, hoping the movement of his arm, or his daughters lifted dress wouldn’t be noticed. He felt Emily stumble slightly, and he wondered if it was the movement of the train or the way his hand was moving against the warm apex of her thighs. He’d convinced himself of the latter.

Standing behind her he peered down her chest, looking down the line of her cleavage, again praying his daughters breasts would suddenly appear due to a fault of her dress. His hand left from between her thighs and her long straight, strawberry scented hair back over her shoulder. his hand rested on her shoulder and then pushed slowly down the front of her chest, both of them nervously watching for an audience, still in the clear he dragged his fingertips over her chest, tickling her skin , her arms decorated with goosebumps as he stroked her chest and finally reached down cupping her right breast, which was much more than a handful.

Emily bit her lip, wondering if she should stop her father before someone saw, what would they say? “Don't worry, He’s my dad” “It’s okay, she's my daughter.” Emily felt her panties grow even more wet at how naughty they were being.

Paul whispered in her ear. “I want you Emily, right now.” he breathed, his cock back to thrusting itself into her ass.

Emily exhaled at her fathers words, letting out a tiny moan. Her heart raced, as did her mind as she imagined her fathers fingers inside her. What they would feel like, she couldn’t believe what was unfolding and turned her head to him and with lust in her eyes urged him. “Take me.”

Paul reached to his pants and unzipped them slowly, fighting the urge to throw her down and fuck her on the dirty floor. There was something that turned both of them on, by knowing how filthy it was, not only what they were doing, but the conditions of the train. Emily and Paul both felt there was something about the unfavorable scents of body odor and hot food that made it dirtier. Emily thought it made it hot, that her father couldn’t wait to take her at home, that he had to have her now, even in this vile train car

Paul knew why he enjoyed it, because even though he truly loved his little girl, he wanted nothing more than to treat her like a slut, and defile her in a dirty train car, around a bunch of strangers. He wanted the sweet scent of her dripping cunt to join the melting pot of scents on the train. His hand lifted her dress carefully and he pulled out his hard cock, putting it beneath her dress and against her ass.

Emily knew now she was a little bit of a fool to expect he had meant he wanted her, as in his fingers inside her. The feeling of his cock against her panties, sliding back and forth , Emily gulped and prayed she wouldn’t scream. Her heart was thumping in her throat, as she felt her panties being pulled to the side and her fathers prick pushing between her pussy lips.

Paul grunted quietly as he felt how wet his little girl was against his cock, letting his cock soak up her juices, teasing himself with her juicy little pussy.  He looked around as he grabbed his cock and guided it to exactly where it belonged. With nobody watching him, he put himself inside her.

Emily gasped and her hands clutched the pole tightly, he watched her knuckles turn white.

“shhh.” he said again.

His dick was slowly burying itself as far inside of her he could go in this position, not wanting to make it obvious, he held himself inside her , and his one hand was back to subtly grabbing her breast. He was so pleased with his daughter, and never knew what a willing little slut she’d be for something this dirty, letting her father help himself to her body, especially in public. He pulled back and then pushed forward and up into her again.

Emily felt her heartbeat in her ears now, she bit her lips shut, and her father used his cock to stretch her tight little pussy open for it’s very first time. Losing her virginity, on a train…to her father. Her pussy gushed at the thought. Her father pumped his cock into her again slowly.  Emily felt herself dripping as did her father.

Paul couldn’t be anymore happy with the thought of her messy little cunt covering her inner thighs and dripping down her legs as they stood there in the crowded train. He pulled himself out slowly, lowering himself, and then stood back up, taking her onto his cock again.

Emily loved the way her Daddy felt inside her, and was thankful for her first time being right there on the train, because she’d imagined her father wouldn’t have been able to control himself if it weren’t for the risk of getting caught. So instead she got to enjoy long, slow strokes of his cock almost filling her. She wondered what it’d feel like if she were laying down with him on top of her , him being able to fill her entirely, her legs spread wide like all the whores in the movies she’d seen. She wanted to be her daddy’s little whore, and she was well on her way.

Paul noticed a man right next to him peeking out of the corner of his eye, and froze inside her. He pulled out slowly and returned his dick to his pants swiftly and zipped himself up quickly. The guy noticed Paul caught him looking and leaned in as Emily turned around to see why her father stopped .

“Don’t stop on my account.” the man whispered mainly to Paul.  "I wish my girlfriend would let me fuck her on a train, and my girlfriend…if i might say so, isn’t anywhere near as hot as yours.“ He gestured to Emily who blushed and bit her lip.   He nodded to Emily and then looked back at Paul who was unsure of what to say to the man. “Honestly, I hope to run into you two more on the train.” he laughed.  "Tell me if I’m out of line, but I have to ask….I mean.“ he scratched his head and leaned in.  "Obviously you and your lady are exhibitionists, I was just wondering if you ever go to parties…ya know…just fucking going at it in front of people while they watch, or orgies?”

Paul said nothing and Emily looked at her father, waiting for him to respond, her hungry cunt dripping for more of him.

“I’d love to watch you two really go at it ya know. ” he said as if it were a normal thing people say to strangers. “I mean I’d love a crack at this beauty myself…but I know something that good looking, probably isn’t shared.”  Paul felt his cheeks turn pink with anger at the thought of this man picturing himself ontop of his daughter.

“No. I don’t share.”  he said sternly.

The stranger nodded. “Alright, yeah i figured as much, man, you’re a lucky man, so what about the letting people watch? You two headed anywhere specific?”

Paul was silent again.

The stranger continues. “I have an apartment right at the next stop, assuming that’s where you’re getting off. It’s literally a block from the stop. I’d love to invite you to back to my place to finish what you’ve started, if I can watch.”

Paul thought about this wanting to deny the strangers request to watch his little girl get fucked by her father, but also wanted him to watch at the same time. How hot it would be for a stranger to watch a “couple” fuck, not knowing it was her first time, not knowing they were father and daughter. He looked to Emily, who he could tell had the same or similar thought in her hungry eyes. She nodded slightly, and Paul turned to the man.

“Invite a couple of your friends if you want” Paul said.  The stranger grinned. “You got it man.” he pulled out his phone and started texting people in it.

Emily looked up at her father and wrapped her arms around his neck as she stood on her tip toes and planted a kiss on his lips and smiled and whispered.

“Is it bad that i liked him calling me your girlfriend?” she asked.

“Yeah, for real.” the stranger was saying into his phone. “In about 15 minutes. just come in when you get there, door will be unlocked. Yeah sure, bring whoever. They’re fine with it. No.. no charge.”

Paul grabbed her ass and spanked it. “It’s bad you let Daddy fuck you in a train…but i like it bad baby. I love that you’re a bad little girl, and I never even knew it.” he kissed her again and felt her giant tits press into him, her tongue was in his mouth, his in hers.  "Naughty girl” he mumbled into her mouth before passionately letting his tongue work against hers again.

A woman scoffed at the display.

“Mind your own business lady” the stranger came to their defense. “Aint ya ever seen people kiss before?”

Paul lifted Emilys leg, grabbing behind her thigh and then behind her knee as it rose to his side, digging himself into her, his cock wanting to feel inside her again.

“Such a bad bad girl for Daddy.” he whispered as they pulled into their stop.