He'd ask me to sit with him while he drank, and his big hands would trail over me, lazily wandering, and my breath would hitch as his fingers settled between my legs as he spreads me open for him. He'd tell me he'd need lots of time to prepare me for him, that he wanted me to sit right here all night, taking his fingers till he was ready.

And I'd do it, gasping and pleading for more as he kept his slow, steady pace, stretching me open on his thick fingers, taking slow sips from his glass, uncaring when other people passed by and noticed. When he slides his fingers from me, grinning at my whine, we'd make our way to the rooms, and he'd lay me out on the bed. He'd spend so much time between my legs, holding me open and making me so sensitive I'm trembling. Then he'd slowly work me down on his cock, filling me, making me gasp and arch till he can't push any deeper.

The night would be so good, and he'd fuck me so everyone could hear how he makes me feel, my cries loud, and he'd laugh and fuck me harder. After, he'd lay with me, large hands massaging me slowly, and he'd tell me he wants me every time he comes by.

I'd spend the night filled up, waiting in anticipation for him to arrive while I serve other guests, pretending I'm not trembling with pleasure at the feeling of the toy inside me.

When he arrived, his eyes would immediately land on me. He'd be led to a table, one near the center of the room, and I'd be sent to take his order.

Just the sound of his deep voice would make my legs shake, but he'd just send me off to retrieve his drink, not noticing. Or, maybe he does notice, because the toy inside me would start to vibrate.

you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s 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 don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.

Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re 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. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?

You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s 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, you’re 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 you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.