There currently is one fantasy stuck in my head.
Complitely random person I have never seen in my life approaches me in some packed, public place and inestantly slides himself into my cunt, no questions asked.
He knows I won't try to draw any attention to us, so he goes as far as he can, dumping his load into me, and then dumping me.
We both know we will never meet again... and we both know his brat shall soon swell in my womb.
You'd always heard that the subways could get packed around rush hour, but you'd never really understood just how ridiculously full the trains could get until that day.
The thought of grabbing a seat was a complete joke when bodies were packed into the car like sardines, strangers pressed up against you from every side and jostling you with every movement of the train. You regretted making the decision to meet up with your friend for drinks on the other side of the city, for it meant riding the line from one end to the other with no relief in sight. God, you can't even turn around in this state.
It didn't help that you'd decided to wear a cute skirt to work today, its short hem barely covering you to mid-thigh. With the close contact and the constant movement of everyone around you, it felt like it kept shifting up, exposing more and more of your rump to view no matter how many times you tried to tug it back into place. Your face burned as you pulled the skirt down yet again, hoping that you'd be able to get out of there without another stranger 'accidently' brushing past.
There's more shifting behind you, and you stiffened as a new body pressed rather intimately against you. The long ridge of a cock nestles comfortably against the crack of your bottom, and you gasped as its owner began to subtly rub it against you with every bounce of the train. If you thought your face was red before, it's practically on fire now. You can't believe that someone would be so bold to do this to you right out in public!
But you soon came to realize that a little rubbing was the least of your problems.
The fiction slowly but surely worked the hem of your skirt up, exposing your round ass and that tiny little slip of a thong (you'd worn it to avoid panty lines, dammit!) to the increasingly excited person behind you. Mortified, you vainly tried to ignore that hardening cock and your own pitiful situation. What if someone realized what's going on? God, you'd be so embarrassed to be caught like this, even if it wasn't your fault. Biting your lip, you jerked your hips back in a silent demand for them to back off.
Except it didn't seem to have quite the result you'd intended. Whoever was humping your ass started rocking even harder, as if your movement was meant as encouragement rather than dismissal, and it's starting to affect you. You groaned as you realize that your own body had begun to heat, the horny traitor, your breath coming in shorter, panting breaths. You knew that it was the time of the month when your libido usually shot through the roof, but really?!
Something changed. A hand fumbled along your backside, almost as if someone was drawing down their fly and--
Your whole world seemed to slow as the thick, blunt head of a cock nudged briefly between your legs, found your fickle hole, and pushed inside. Just as the train reached that familiar stretch of track that always left it bouncing from side to side.
You couldn't move, couldn't push away, and your voice seemed to have died in your throat as the stranger behind you used the turbulence as cover to start fucking you. Right there on the train, in the middle of rush hour. Their strokes weren't hard or deep, but they're more than enough to send your thoughts spiraling away and leave you as little more than a public fleshlight. Your eyes glazed over with lust as you clamped your mouth shut against the moans that threatened to bubble up from your throat, that hard, unknown cock plunging into your helpless body with confidence.
Almost as if they knew you wouldn't protest. Almost as if they were sure they'd get away with it.
It shouldn't feel this good to be taken by some faceless person, right here on the train. Your toes shouldn't be curling in your shoes and your nipples tightening to peaks as you hesitantly pushed your hips back to meet them, the change in angle almost tearing a gasp from your lips. You shouldn't find your thoughts of ending this fading away to be replaced with the faint hope that you'll be able to finish before they pull out instead.
A particularly hard jolt shuddered through the train, sending your conqueror's cock deep, and you went off like a rocket. Every muscle in your body seemed to quiver from the force of your unexpected orgasm, including your hole, which clenched and swallowed at them like a hungry thing. The first and only sound you heard from them was a pleasured grunt before you felt undeniable warmth flood your insides, bathing your unprotected womb with their seed.
And just like that, it's over. Their softening cock slid free, leaving a trickle of fluid to run out of your well-fucked hole. Bodies shifted behind you, the stranger moving on, but you're too mortified to turn and put a face to your assaulter. You didn't want this, didn't ask to be touched or filled with someone's cum, but your body seemed to disagree, considering that it was already relaxing in a familiar post-coital glow.
You swallowed, tugging the hem of your skirt back into place, praying that you could get to a bathroom to wipe up the worst of the mess before someone noticed. Just wipe it away and pretend that it had never happened, even though you found yourself riding that rush hour train again over the next few weeks in hopes of encountering them again, and getting off to the memories of what happened for months to come.
But soon there will be no more pretending. They left a little present in your womb on the train that day, and soon everyone will be able to see what they've done to you as your belly swells with some stranger's child.