Subway Ordeal

Hi, my name is Ana. I was born in Argentina and came to the USA with my parents at the age of 18. My supermarket experience at the age of 39 can be viewed under Ana’s Ravishment. As a single parent I was no longer nervous and timid of sex after the supermarket experience, however, I was still apprehensive and shy due to my strict upbringing in Argentina. This is the story of my N.Y. subway experiences that I encountered shortly following the supermarket incident.

I stand at 5 feet tall and weigh 105 lbs. My long curly jet black hair and full lips enhance my attractive looks. My breast size is 34D and as a result of my Argentine upbringing, I was never allowed to wear a bra which resulted in sagging breasts. My large hanging breasts, full lips, and tight ass are a perfect match for my small frame.

It was a Tuesday morning in September as I stepped into the extremely crowded subway car on my way to work. This was the express train and was always jammed full of riders. I was dressed in a green button down blouse tucked into a white knee length skirt. My nylons ended above the knee and I wore my usual white bra and panties. Nearly 10 minutes into the 40 minute ride I felt something brush against my ass as I stood holding onto the pole in the middle of the car. When it happened again I knew it was no accident. The 3rd time something just leaned against my butt and I knew that it was a cock inside someone’s pants. The subway was in the middle of a turn that forced my ass further into the cock. In no time the cock was gone and for the next 5 minutes I was horny as hell just thinking about what had occurred. I was breaking out in a clammy sweat and my stomach was extremely nervous.

Suddenly, someone whispered in my ear to stay still, not make a sound, and enjoy the ride. I immediately felt a hand on my small tight ass working it’s way down and under my skirt targeting my panties. Fingers went inside my panties and down the crack of my ass to my asshole. The next thing I knew my asshole was rammed by the longest finger I could ever imagine. The finger rammed my button hole to the knuckle and paralyzed me with nervous sweat and emotion. My ass was being finger fucked in a fluid motion for what seemed like an eternity. It then stopped and was removed from my ass. As I quietly begged for its return, my invader suddenly drove his finger in as far as it could go and left it there for the remainder of the ride. Upon departing the subway I refused to turn and seek out my intruder for fear of being alarmed by his appearance. I arrived at the office and remained horney the entire day. That evening after putting my daughter to sleep I masturbated myself to sleep and came at least 3 times that I remember.
(more…)

Blowjob Contest

I work construction most of the time, but for the past eighteen months or so, I have been working as a male stripper. The hours aren’t bad, the money is good, and it’s kinda fun in a way. Having all of those women fixated on my body is quite a turn-on for me. I work out almost every day, and the way that these women appreciate my muscular frame really gives me the inspiration to work harder in the gym. Looking into their wanting faces while I shake my package in front of them usually gives me a hard-on, which makes the party even better.

Last Saturday night I was working a bachelorette party in a nearby college town. The girls were younger than usual, and seemed to be part of one of the sororities. They had rented out a small bar, and were putting it to good use. The booze was flying, and most of the girls were drinking shots instead of the usual glasses of white wine I usually see at these things. The girls were hot too. This sorority obviously recruited girls who could take care of themselves. Every ass in sight was college-tight, and most of them wore those short tops that showed off their flat, tanned stomachs. It is these tight tummies that really turns me on, and I could tell that this would be a good night.

I did my usual three-song set on the makeshift stage in the corner of the dancefloor. I was dressed in a firefighter outfit for the first song. In the second song, I stripped it off, leaving me only with a gold g-string. The chants of “All the way! All the way!” were flattering, but I didn’t comply. Not that I would have minded. I was getting hard, and the g-string was making me increasingly uncomfortable.

For the third song, I arranged with Kelli, the bride’s maid of honor, for something special. When I met Kelli, I was disappointed that she was not the bride-to-be. I would have liked to strip for her. She had blonde hair, a cute face, and gorgeout perky tits that she showed off well in her lowcut blouse. Instead, Kelli got up on stage and asked Renee, the bride, to join her. When I got a look at the bride, I almost forgot about Kelli.
(more…)

Alexis Makes An Office Visit

Monday was a bright, sunny spring day. Pink and red and lavender flowers bloomed in the back of my office, as bloomed the love in my heart. My secretary was leaving early and this afternoon Alexis was coming to visit me at my office. I am in love with her. The sexual tension between us had been building all day. It started with a “Good Morning” e-mail from “Nancy” saying how much she wanted to see me. Alexis calls her pussy, “Nancy”. Alexis assured me that she was leaving as quickly after work as was possible. In response, I e-mailed her back telling her to take off her panties before she left work and instructed her to drive to my office with her skirt up to her waist, making sure her pussy was fully exposed. I also told her that under no circumstances was she to play with herself while driving to meet me at my office.

As usual, I was nervous. I expected her at any minute. I am always nervous before I see her. There is no rational reason for this, but I get butterflies in my stomach until I see her walking down the pathway to my back door. As she does, my heart leaps. I know she can barely see me because of the reflection in the window, but she knows that I am there. I see her smile.

She was wearing a light cotton skirt and, of course, sandals. She was also wearing a sleeveless turtleneck top that accentuated her thin waist and magnificent breasts. They are proud, firm and full, a true D cup. Her long wavy blond hair was in a ponytail that swung behind her head as she walked toward me. She often wears a ponytail when she visits me so that her hair doesn’t get in the way when she takes my cock into her mouth. She also wore her glasses; I think they make her look young and innocent. She was cute, adorable and very sexy.

I should point out that Alexis is only 24 years old and single; I am in my mid–fifties and married forever to a woman who is only interested in sex when she is drunk. Divorce was never an issue because my wife and I share very complex social, financial and family backgrounds. Actually, we get along very well most of the time.

Alexis is also a virgin. She has a serious young boyfriend her own age who she anticipates will propose to her one day. He is a skinny and very serious dork who thinks it is critical for both of them to be virgins when married. I rue that day as it will be the end of my affair with her.
(more…)

On The Road Again

It’s a long straight stretch of road; not another car in either direction for quite some time. With my lady asleep in the back seat its hard to stay awake as we make our way into upper Canada. I was surprised she agreed to go fishing with me, but the load of books she brought along pretty much explained her plans.

I rounded a corner and almost hit the kid on the shoulder. I swerved away from him and hit the brakes. He ran up alongside the car and I rolled down the window. “Sorry, man,” I said,” I didn’t see you around the curve.”

“No problem,” he grinned, “You missed me. How about a lift?”

He seemed safe enough, maybe early twenties, a bit smaller than me. I could use the conversation I thought, and popped the lock on the door. He climbed in, buckled up and we were back on the road.

He had noticed my girl in the back, so we kept our voices low. He turned out to be from near the area I was headed to, hitching home from college for a few weeks. We talked about where the locals fished, places the motel owner probably wouldn’t send me to. As we drove my lady slept soundly, spred out on the seat.

I noticed he was having a hard time not looking in the back as we talked. I adjusted the mirror and saw what had caught his eye. Her blouse had come unbuttoned and her breast was completely exposed.
(more…)

The Sex Train

I always took the Metrolink to work in downtown Los Angeles. I lived about forty miles from downtown, and I found that taking the train was a lot faster, easier on my nerves, and easier on my budget than sitting in rush hour traffic for a couple of hours. From the train station, I took the subway a few miles. That took about five minutes.

It was great. The train was seldom crowded at first, till people got wind of it, and soon, it was crowded, so they added more trains. Then, they added more trains going back in the afternoons, and more people started taking the Metrolink.

What happened, though, one early summer afternoon, was very interesting.

I had half the day off, and I left work early. I waited for the train, and I knew that the early trains going back toward my home were usually quite empty. I would have plenty of room to stretch out in one of the upper cars that had a small table in the center.

When I got on the train in Union Station, it was virtually empty. There was no one in the table car at all, and I went and sat down, putting my briefcase on the table in front of me. The train wasn’t going to be leaving for another fifteen minutes, so I took the opportunity to go over some paper work from my briefcase. I got lost in what I was doing, and my reverie was broken by the voice of the engineer, telling us we would be making our first stop in twenty minutes.

I looked up as the train started out of the station. For the first time, I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the compartment. There was a rather youngish looking black man sitting across from me and one seat up. He smiled as I looked over at him. I smiled back, and his smile got a little broader. He nodded his head, as if to say, “Hello,” and I nodded back.
(more…)

Debi at the Car Wash

My wife and I had been messing around in bed on a Saturday morning, she sucking on my cock, me playing with her pussy, that kind of thing. She told me not to make her come, that she had plans for later; she didn’t explain any further but had a very evil grin. “You’ll thank me later,” was all she said.

We had talked in the past about her showing off in public, and I told her I would really get off on guys or whoever watching her. I had even mentioned maybe allowing physical contact, if the person and the situation were right and we were both OK with it. She’d always call me “pervert” when we had these discussions.

We had planned on going out to the mall later, and when we went to leave, I was a bit shocked on what she was wearing. She wore a sexy, thin sundress and I could tell she had no bra on, and she wore sexy high-heel wedges. Just for fun, she lifted up her dress and showed me her naked pussy! She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress at all!

As we started driving, she hiked up her dress, reclined her seat and played with her pussy. “Drive around a little bit,” she said. “I’m not ready to shop yet.”

She started rubbing on her clit with her right hand and fingered her cunt with her left hand. As she worked her fingers in and out of her trimmed snatch, I could see they were wet with her pussy juice. I reached over as I drove and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her left breast. I pinched on her nipple which made her growl with lust.
(more…)

What Happened To My Wife

It all started when my wife and I were on our way to New Hampshire for a little mini vacation away from the kids. Now don’t get me wrong we love our kids, we just needed some time to rekindle the flame in our relationship. It had been two weeks since the last time we had made love due to all the running around with work, kids activities and so on. Needless to say we were both very horny.

Friday came and as I drove up in the yard I noticed that our blazer wasn’t home. On the table was a note that she was bringing the kids to my parent’s and that she would be ready to go when she returned. On the table there was two 6-packs of Mikes lemonade with two bottles already empty. Now knowing Ali I’m sure she was already feeling the affects of the alcohol. My wife isn’t the hardcore drinker so when she has a little I know she’s getting horny.

I jumped in the shower to get cleaned up and had an awfully hard time not to blow my load right there in the shower. My mind was starting to shift into high gear with thoughts of fucking my beautiful wife.

A few minutes after I got out of the shower my wife showed up, walked in and kissed me full on the lips, me tasting the alcohol. I knew this was going to be good. She was dressed in a white skirt cut about 2 inches above her thigh, white sneakers and little white socks [always a turn on to me and she knows it] with a button down yellow sleeveless blouse.

Our first hour on the road was pretty uneventful, just chatting about the week in general. Then once we were about 5 miles outside of Boston my wife was looking outside the window and suddenly yelped that a trucker was trying to look at her tits while staying on the side of us. well my first instinct was to be really pissed off, but I could see she was excited, not upset about the looks coming down though the window.
(more…)

Beth Gets Around

I don’t know what first made me suspicious that my wife was fooling around on the side. Beth is a striking brunette with large brown eyes and a gorgeous body. She didn’t have a lot of sexual experience before we married ten years ago, and I guess you’d say we had a pretty vanilla sex life.

Until recently, that is. Then I noticed that she wanted to try some new sex positions and that sort of thing. I wondered if she was screwing one of my friends or her best friend’s husband.

But nothing clicked until I realized she always arranged to be at home when the gardener, Jorge, came by. He often volunteered to do extra chores around the yard at no charge, too. He’s a very well-built, dark- haired Latino guy, in his late twenties, so I could understand her interest in him. I decided to sneak home when he was there to see what was up.

One Monday recently when I knew the gardener was supposed to come by, I told Beth that I had to drive to a client’s office that is about a two-hour drive from where we live. But instead I drove to a coffee shop, killed about an hour flirting with a waitress, and drove toward home. Parking on the next street, I approached our house thru the park that runs behind it. I stood in the trees and looked into our yard.

Sure enough, the gardener was there, but so was his helper, another good-looking Hispanic man in his early twenties. I was a bit disappointed, figuring nothing would happen with this other guy around. I could not have been more wrong.

Beth came out the back door, glanced around, and called Jorge over to her. She stood very close to him, her ripe breasts about to burst out of her soft grey baby t-shirt. They spoke for a few minutes before signaling to Jorge’s co-worker to join them. Then, to my shock, Beth led them into the house.
(more…)

Encounter

Bob and Nancy are on vacation. Bob is 46 and nice looking and Nancy is 44 with a nice body and a very attractive woman. Bob is 5′ 9″ and 150 lbs and Nancy is 5’5 and 130 lbs. One evening they decided to dress up a little and go out for dinner at a local restaurant. Nancy wore a halter top type dress that accented her size D breast. The dress was tight against her body to the waist and then was full from there down to where it ended on the middle of her thigh. She was very sexy looking and Bob wore a casual shirt and pants.

At dinner Bob and Nancy order there meal and had a drink while waiting. Bob or Nancy did not drink very often. As the meal ended Nancy said she was feeling the drink. She suggested that they go out to a local night club for some dancing when they finished dinner.

It was about 8:30 when they arrived at the club and not many people was there yet. They got a table and ordered drinks. Bob and Nancy danced to a few of the dances. They sit down after the last dance for a rest just talking to each other. Nancy commented about the young man at the bar. He was muscular and very handsome and looked to be in his early 20’s.

Nancy was staring at him and the next thing he came over and asked her to dance. Nancy asked me and I said it was ok with me. They danced 3 or 4 fast dances and they there was a slow dance. As they danced I notice that every time he moved his leg it was going between Nancy’s legs touching her crouch. He was also holding her close to his chest and had his head on her shoulder. It was dim in the club but I could swear he was kissing her neck during the dance and moving his body to rub her breast against his chest.
(more…)

I Bet You I Could

“I bet I could suck his cock by the end of the week!” boasted Jessica, flipping her blonde hair behind her.

“You little slut!” laughed her best friend Amy, lightly pushing her, the two tumbling into each other. The pair were hanging out on Amy’s bed after school, as they had done almost every day since they were eight. Growing up together, the two would use the time to share whatever was on their mind, from fashion to fights with their parents. Now that they were eighteen, what was usually on their minds was sex.

Amy rolled off Jessica so that they were now laying down side by side, staring at the ceiling. “But, Mr. Crandall is, like, 10 years older than you for chrissakes, not to mention he could lose his job!”

“Yeah, but he still has a cock, doesn’t he?” Jessica pushed her tits up and together, straining her cleavage upward toward Amy. “And no matter who it’s on, the cock wants what it wants.” The two broke up into hysterical giggles once again.

Amy sat back up. “All right, Miss Confident, prove it. I’ll bet you fifty bucks.”

Jessica pursed her lips, intrigued. “If I suck off Mr. Crandall–”

“Within seven days,” interrupted Amy.

“–then you’ll give me fifty bucks?” finished Jessica. Amy nodded. “I’d do it for free!” she shouted, to more giggles from both.

“Fine,” eeked out Amy, her voice still choked with laughter. “I’ll up the challenge. You have to tell him up-front what you’re trying to do!”

Jessica’s eyebrows shot up. “That all you got?”
(more…)