canât stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
youâre on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt thatâs just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but itâs too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe itâs metal? Itâs dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, youâre wearing a thong today. Thereâs nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you donât see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see whatâs happeniâ the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and itâs inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although itâs not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and youâre definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? Itâs not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. Youâre not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. Itâs starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you canât move. Deeper, and itâs starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and itâs heavy, like itâs filled with water. But itâs moving so slow, and you canât help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly itâs sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, youâre amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and youâre cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but youâre too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of whatâs happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and itâs too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You donât even know if its owner is still behind you, or if itâs just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. Theyâll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. Youâll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a strangerâs thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. Itâs going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
