EroticReverie

(another old one i never posted, no commissions)

I was standing on the subway, tired after another day at work. My heels were killing me and I had a run in my panty hose and I was freezing. As I held onto the rail beside me and the train started to go, I felt a body jerk up against me from behind. It was crowded, and typical to get bumped, so I didn’t think anything of it.

I stood there almost shivering , and if anyone were to look, they’d be able to tell from the way I could feel my nipples hardening in my lace bra, and showing themselves off through my silk blouse.

I felt another bump from behind me. It felt almost intentional, yet I ignored it, because I was too tired to care. And again, it was crowded.

I felt a bump again, and this time whoever it was behind me left a lot of their body frame pressed against my back side. I felt a push , a rolling of their hips into my ass. What was going on? Again, I felt them grinding behind me, and now a hand was on my hip. I froze.

The hand gripped my hip and the person behind me jerked their hips into me from behind, and through my skirt I could tell it was a man because I could feel his dick hard and rubbing itself on my ass through the fabric of our clothes.

I was too scared to say anything, too scared to turn around, to scared to look anywhere but out the windows off the train as the lights flashed by us in the tunnel.

His hand moved now up my side and over my stomach, and he slowly pulled at the fabric of my blouse, lifting it up un tucking it from my skirt.

My eyes darted around, nobody was watching, nobody was paying attention to anything but their phones, or their paper, or just looking aimlessly out the window waiting for their stop.

His hand slipped down and up under my blouse, dragging his fingertips up my torso and cupping my breast beneath my clothes. I closed my eyes and winced , holding my breath as he gently squeezed one and crossed his hand over to the other to do the same. Running his hand back and forth between them, and using the tip of his finger to circle my nipples. toying with them, teasing them. I exhaled.

God I was terrified. How much longer till my stop? Would I get off where I was supposed to, or be paralyzed and continue to let this stranger feel me up in the subway train? I didn’t know, but I had only seconds to get the courage to get off the train, because we were pulling into my terminal. I felt his hand disappear swiftly from my blouse, and his groin was no longer digging into me. I sighed with relief, and as the doors of the train opened I scurried to the door my purse getting caught on someones bag and jerking me back, I turned around and apologized. Before stepping off the train my eyes darted back into the crowded car, and I searched for a hint of who it could’ve been. Everyone looked normal , not a single face made me think “molester”. I hopped off the train.

I walked quickly, my heels clicking against the ground, and i pulled my purse up onto my shoulder and moved faster. Practically running up the stairs. When I got to the top I held onto the railing, breathing hard, in a panic, i felt tears rolling down my face. My mind whirling with what had just happened.

“Miss..are…are you okay?” a hand was on my shoulder and I jumped up and back.

“whoa, whoa…sorry!” the man said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just …you were crying..” he said holding his briefcase with a genuine look of concern.

“I’m fine. Just….bad day.” I replied, as I studied him. He had dark brown hair, practically black, and olive complexion and piercing blue eyes. His suit, while I know nothing of suits, looked expensive and it fit him well.

“Would you like me to call someone? Or get you a cab Miss?” he said softly

I shook my head and looked him in his eyes. Goodness they were so blue.

“Well which way are you going?” he asked.

“Just a few blocks this way.” I pointed behind me and held onto the chain straps of my purse and nodded. “Well, I should go, thank you for your concern.” i said politely and brushed fallen strands of hair behind my ear.

“Well, I’m actually going that way, care if I walk with you?” he asked me in a tone that almost half expected me to say no.

I shrugged. “Sure, that’d be okay.” i said timidly as I started to walk.

He made small talk about the weather as we walked the street, asking me a few questions about living here. How long? Where did I move from? Any family here in NY? I answered all of his questions politely, but I stared mostly at the sidewalk, my brain screaming with fear still from what happened back on the subway.

As we approached my apartment building I thanked him for the company and his concern back at the subway station. He assured me it was no problem and wished me a good day as he continued to walk and I climbed the steps, searching my purse for my keys.

As i inserted the key into lock and opened the door he yelled to me.

“Hey!”

I turned my head and waited.

He held his phone in the air. “Battery is dead. I hate to ask.” He jogged back towards the steps. “Do you care if I use your cell phone, I have to call my wife, before heading home. I forgot what things she needed at the store.”

I nodded and searched my purse for my phone. “YEah, of course.” I fumbled through my purse, double checking, triple checking. “That’s…weird… I…I guess I left it at work.”

“Oh hey, that’s okay. I’ll just go home, then go back out.” he said

“Well, hey if you want, there’s a pay phone inside the building, I can let you in, and you can call her , then just let yourself out when you’re done.” i suggested and he agreed.

I pointed down the entrance hall. “Down there,see, against the back wall” I waved as I began to walk up the flight of stairs. “Have a good night.” I said.

“You too miss.” he smiled and walked down towards the phone.

After two flights of stairs I reached my floor and walked down the hall, fumbling my keys around again, and as I stuck the key inside my door and turned it, opening my door, I saw him clearing the stairs to my floor and him laughing and shaking his head.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

He walked towards me. “Yeah, yeah..just the phone down there is dead..” he reached me at my door. “and was wondering …if you’d just be really quiet” he said, my brows expressing confusion. He quickly maneuvered behind me and cupped his hand over my mouth. I screamed in panic and tried to fight him off, but within seconds , his briefcase was thrown inside my apartment and I was pulled inside my apartment and thrown to the floor, the door slamming, and him locking it behind him.

I tumbled over, my ankle twisting in my heels and i pushed myself up off the ground and screamed. “Help!” I cried. “Somebody help m…” and his hand went across my face.

“I told you to be quiet!!!” he said as he began to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper.

I held my face and started to crawl away quickly towards the kitchen. Maybe I could make it to my phone to dial 911.

He followed me, and as he saw my hand reach for the phone, he reached down and grabbed my ankle pulling me back, falling flat on my face as he dragged me out of the kitchen on my stomach. I kicked and twisted my body, dragged the rest of the way on my back. I screamed again.

He yelled. “YOU DON’T WANT TO DO THAT.” He grabbed me by the bun in my hair, and pulled my head up and he backhanded me across my face. And then with the palm of his hand he struck the other side of my face..

He bent down towards me and yanked my hair back making me look him in the face. I could feel my face burning with his hand prints, my cheek probably already bruising from his knuckles.

“All you whores are the same…always have to fucking scream.” He growled. ”You can’t just take what you know you had coming.” He spit on my face. “Don’t you fucking move.” and walked towards his briefcase , eyeing me and brought it back towards me. He laid it on the table and clicked it up. There was no money. There was no lap top, work papers. Nothing. Instead there was twist ties, and rope…and…..my cellphone. He saw my eyes focus on my phone.

“Oh yeah….that…that wasn’t too hard to pick pocket out of your purse when you were busy being a fucking whore, letting me, a stranger grind you and feel you up on a subway.” he laughed. “Such a fucking slut.” shaking his head he pulled out the rope and threw it on the couch and removed his jacket. Grabbing a gun from a pocket inside his jacket. I began to sob.

He waved it at me. “Don’t worry about this. I’m not going to hurt you. Well..not with this anyways.” he grinned and set it on the table near the kitchen and walked back to me while grabbing his cock out of his pants. He was already hard and he stood in front of me waving it in the air and then stroking it again.

“To your knees.” he said calmly.

I cried.

“TO..YOUR..FUCKING…KNEES.” he yelled. “Do NOT make me wait. OR i’ll rethink using that gun on you.” he warned

I sat up on my knees, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Now…eyes up here you little whore and open your mouth..” he said.

I looked up at him and opened my mouth partially.

“Wider. I know you can open it wider than that. All sluts can.” he chuckled as he stroked himself and my mouth fell open wider. “Goood…now.. tongue out..” he said.

I stuck out my tongue .

“Mmmm, that’s right, now, don’t try biting, and make it good, we don’t want that pretty little head of your splattered all over the wall now do we?” he laughed and shoved his cock into my mouth. “Suck me just like you would your boyfriend, if you had one, which you probably don’t. Because men don’t date dirty little whores like you. Do they?” he taunted.

I moved my mouth back and forth on his cock slowly. “Do they?!” he growled.

I shook my head and cried , trembling as I sucked off this monsters cock.

“Make me believe it sweetheart, or i’m going to make sure you never live to suck another cock again.” he laughed and thrust himself deep inside my throat, choking me with his cock , grabbing my head and holding himself inside. He pulled out, and shoved it right back in, fucking my face, laughing while i gagged , moaning as he watched tears pour from my eyes. Gripping both hands in my hair , he violently pulled my face back and forth as he fucked my throat.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and slapped me across the face. “Mmm sorry, you did such a good job, but i just love smacking whores like you across their pretty little faces.” he spit on my face again and laughed once more.

HE got up and sat on the couch. “Strip for me, slut.”

I got up slowly and turned my back to him, and reached behind my waist and unzipped my skirt and pushed it off slowly, crying, sobbing as it the floor. My whole body shaking in fear. I began to unbutton my blouse.

“Aww , don’t you want to face me little girl?” he said. “Yes. YEs you do.”

I turned around and looked down as i started unbuttoning my blouse.

“eyes on me, pretty girl” he said and I looked up. He was stroking himself and his eyes were darting all over my body, “You’re quite the pretty little whore.”

“Come here” he commanded me. I complied.

He grabbed my thighs and ran his hands over the lace of my thigh highs and up to my waist and slid his hand over my pussy through the fabric of my panties and began rubbing me. “Finish taking off the blouse.” he moaned to me.

I began unbuttoning it again, one of the buttons getting stuck in the thread of the hole. HE grabbed ahold of the two sides of my shirt and ripped it open. “I’m not a patient man” he growled as he grabbed my arms and threw me down onto the couch and climbed on top of me.  He grabbed my panties and pulled them, ripping them off of me, and seconds later he was slamming his cock right into my pussy. I screamed in pain as he tore into my pussy, his cock working itself on my hole, fucking me, covering himself with the wet sex inside my cunt. He groaned as he drilled himself into me.  I’d stopped crying. Laying there, my tears drying on my cheeks, lifeless as he fucked me. HE grabbed my bra and pulled it down with one hand, my nipples popping out of the top of the bra as he pulled it harder, further down exposing all of my breasts.  HE grunted as he fucked me deeper.

 “Those nipples.” he groaned “Those are what got you in trouble whore.” He pumped his hips, diving deeper into me, fucking me…like a whore.

“You can’t wear blouses with your perky tits and nipples sticking out, and expect a man to control himself.” he groaned as he leaned forward, still filling me with his cock over and over, and taking my nipple into his mouth, biting it , hard. I winced. “HE bit it again, pulling it hard with his teeth.

“Ow.” i whimpered. Not meaning to defy him, but it was an automatic reaction. I froze, expecting a hand across my face, I closed my eyes to brace it.

Nothing. Instead he moved his mouth to my other nipple, lapping his tongue over it, letting the tip of his tongue poke at it, circle it and flick itself over my hard nipple.

HE scooped his arm under my back and pulled me up and then laid back, positioning me on top, his hips never stopping, still thrusting into me as he pulled me forward to suck on my tits as he gripped my ass.

“Ride my cock.” he groaned in between his mouth moving from one breast to another.

I did. For some reason there was no hesitation, and i began to work my hips, lifting my sore cunt up and down on his cock. He kissed my breasts and beneath them, dragging his tongue up back over the nipple and sucking it again. I moaned……I…I …what? OH my god, I was moaning. I was riding this monsters cock, and…and enjoying it. I stopped moaning, but kept riding. His hands were on my hips, caressing now. Gently. He grabbed my ass and thrust himself inside me as i came down on his cock. “You’re so hot.” he said. Kissing my chest. “You’re such a beautiful little slut.” HE sat back up, sitting as you would on a couch with me straddled on his lap.

I rode him faster, and leaned back my hands on his knees, working my cunt up and down. His hand on my stomach and rubbing me up and down my torso, his hand dragging itself down between my breasts, and then back up between them as i arched my back. “So pretty” he groaned.

What the fuck was I doing. I wasn’t fighting him anymore, i wasn’t even interested in fighting him anymore. Was he right? Was I a whore? Was I whore who was willing to ride this fucking psychopaths cock, simply because he was being gentler now, and feeding me compliments. Was I a whore because all I wanted was his mouth back on my skin, and to kiss me and worship my tits again.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head towards my chest, and his mouth was back where I wanted it, Where i needed it. I began to moan again. I couldn’t stop. I could feel it as i rode his cock, my cunt dripping all over it, ready to explode on him any minute. My moans grew louder. I breathed heavily. “I’m going to cum” i cried out.

He almost froze. And then looked up at me, maybe he didn’t believe me. “Really?” he said half questioning of my seriousness, half excited at the idea I was actually into this.

I nodded and moaned louder, as i rode him wildly, my hands on his shoulders, and i bounced my cunt on his cock, over and over, my tits bouncing hard on my chest. I screamed out.

He laughed and sat back as he watched me , grind his cock, and fuck him like the whore I obviously was. “So..fucking…hot.” he said thrusting himself again into me, wildly. I collapsed onto him and then he threw me onto my back again and began plowing my fucking pussy. I screamed , I moaned, I squirmed, I trembled. I pulled his face down to mine and brushed my lips over his.

“Cum inside me.” i whimpered. His eyes widened. “Please? Cum inside your little whore.” i said and i pushed my lips to his and kissed him passionately as I began to cum on his cock, moaning into his mouth, and my lips falling away from his as i laid my head back, and my back arched, my body shaking in the hardest orgasm I’d ever had. As my pussy walls tightened around his cock , he began to cum.

“Oh fuckkkk.” he yelled. “So fucking hot baby.” he jerked his hips and held his cock deep inside my contracting cunt, emptying himself inside me, as i still came on his cock.

As his body collapsed on mine,we both laid there our hearts racing. Mine practically pounding out of my chest. He pulled himself out, and sat up, just staring off and ran his hair through his head. “So…did you…really…enjoy that?” he questioned.

I sat up and leaned forward towards him , and brought my head to his lap, where i dragged my tongue over his semi hard cock and cleaned myself from his dick.

“Fuuuck. ARe you serious?” he said and laughed. “You really are a little slut.”

“I’m your slut baby.” I winked.

After cleaning him off I sat up and walked to the kitchen in my thigh highs, heels, and bra, pulling it back up and putting my tits back inside.

I grabbed the gun from the table and looked back at him.  “Nice touch babe.”

He laughed. “Figured you’d like that.”

“Just take it easy on my nipples next time babe, I thought you were about to rip them off.” i whined.

“Sure babe. And hey, maybe next time, you could fight me a little bit more? You give in wayyy to easy when we role play.