Imagining myself stuck in a crowded train. I try to get some space in one of the corners but it just gives you the perfect opportunity to trap me, your body pressed hard against me and hiding me from sight. You tell me not to make a sound, showing me the knife you have tucked away. I nod, terrified, and you force me to turn and so I'm facing the wall.
I feel your hands start to explore me, running all over me, slowly so that people don't notice your movements. You slip a hand into my pants while pressing your hardened cock against my ass. I have to cover my mouth with my hands to keep from making a sound as you slide your fingers between my legs and stuff them deep into my cunt without any preamble.
I'm tight, even more so as I clench in surprise, and it makes you grind against me even harder. You finger fuck me for a minute before beginning to unbutton your trousers with your other hand, careful to be quiet. You don't bother undoing mine, forcing them down over my hips with my boxers to expose me.
You force me to bend forward as far as I can, arching my back in order to give you better access to my cunt from behind. I can feel you twitching as you rub your cock between my legs, grinding it against my t-dick and pussy lips. Then you slide your cock head between my folds until it gets caught on my hole.
You're quick to stuff yourself all the way in with one thrust, stretching me so wide I can barely hold back a cry. You don't give me time to get used to your size, beginning to thrust. You have to be careful not to alert anyone to what you're doing, so your thrusts are slow but deep. Each one has your cock pressed tight up against my womb, making me attempt to wriggle away from the pain.
You hold me tight though, enough that I'll have bruises after. The general din of the train and crowd drown out the whimpers I can't contain, and soon you're spilling into me. Feeling you fill me up ends up pushing me over the edge and I clench down on your cock as I come as well. You keep your cock deep in me even after you're done coming, leaning into my ear to mock me about how much I like it. Getting bred by a stranger where anyone could see them.
The train begins to slow and you quickly pull out and tuck yourself away. You even pull my pants up for me, taking the chance to grope me once you have. The train stops and I'm left leaning against the wall, quivering in shame, as you hurry to get off.
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