canāt stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
youāre on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt thatās just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but itās too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe itās metal? Itās dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, youāre wearing a thong today. Thereās 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 donāt see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see whatās happeniā the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and itās inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although itās not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and youāre definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? Itās not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. Youāre 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. Itās starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you canāt move. Deeper, and itās starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and itās heavy, like itās filled with water. But itās moving so slow, and you canāt help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly itās 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, youāre 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 youāre cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but youāre too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of whatās happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and itās too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You donāt even know if its owner is still behind you, or if itās 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. Theyāll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. Youāll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a strangerās thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. Itās 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?
