[Well, this time it's a whole longread of about 1,500 words, so here's your summary: sex with a stranger on public transport during rush hour. Consensual, more or less. Female reader / male stranger.]
The subway car is a sweaty, breathing animal packed with the rush-hour crowd. You’re wedged against the far door, glued to your phone and deep in a particularly filthy fic. You’re so engrossed you don’t notice the next station's platform is on the other side—until the doors hiss open behind you.
You stumble back, thrown off balance—and are caught by a pair of strong hands on your shoulders. A flustered “Thanks, sorry” is mumbled into the air as you shove your phone away. Shit. Now he’s right behind you. Did he see? You clutch your backpack to your chest like a shield, but your mind is still trapped in the story.
The next stop brings a fresh crush of bodies, shoving you back hard against the man behind you. It’s claustrophobic, a familiar rush-hour misery… and then, slowly, something else.
Your summer dress is thin. Your underwear is thinner. And you can feel everything.
He’s taller. All hard muscle and bone. A tanned forearm rests on the rail next to yours, veins standing in relief, the sleeve of a light linen shirt rolled up casually. His scent—cedar and citrus—wraps around you. You feel the warm puff of his exhale on your neck.
You don’t dare turn around.
Your ass is pressed flush against his bulge.
Heat floods your cheeks. Your grip on the handrail is white-knuckled. You’ve fantasized about this a hundred times, but this is real. He must be annoyed, you think. He must want you to move…
A single, involuntary twitch against your backside shatters the thought.
You’re a big girl. You know exactly what that was.
The train stops; a few people leave. There’s just enough space for you to slide an inch forward.
You know you should.
Your feet refuse to move. You’re frozen, staring at the grimy floor, a silent panic rising in your throat. He must know. He’s going to tell you to get off him.
Instead, he takes a slow, deep breath. You feel him shift, planting his feet wider, settling in. Another pulse, harder this time, a deliberate nudge against you.
A traitorous warmth pools low in your belly, a throbbing ache beginning to build.
The train lurches around a curve, throwing everyone off balance. You pitch forward, but an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back hard against a solid chest. His arm. He holds you there for a moment longer than necessary. When the car steadies, his grip loosens, as if offering you a chance to pull away.
You don’t.
His hand returns to your waist, this time with purpose, his fingers splaying possessively against your side.
You feel the hard length of him, unmistakable now, pressing into the small of your back.
Then, the lights flicker, die, and plunge the car into darkness. The train jolts to a violent halt. A collective gasp ripples through the crowd. A garbled announcement crackles overhead—an accident on the tracks, a power outage, an indefinite wait. Panic is a live wire in the air.
But the stranger doesn’t hesitate.
His hands find your hips, gripping hard, and he grinds you back against his groin. You feel him, rock-hard and straining, rutting against you through the layers of clothing. One hand slides down to palm your ass, a rough, claiming squeeze.
You stand frozen in the dark, clutching your backpack, your heart hammering against your ribs. This is happening. A stranger is groping you in a crowd of people.
And god, you’re dripping for him. A desperate, throbbing heat consumes you. You should stop him. Instead, you’re mentally begging for more.
His hands are everywhere—greedy, possessive, rough. They roam over your breasts, your hips, your ass. There’s no tenderness, only a raw hunger that mirrors your own. His hand slips under the skirt of your dress from behind, pushing between your thighs. Fingers rub over the soaked, slippery fabric of your panties, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. A low whistle escapes him, a sound of pure male appreciation for the wet little slut he’s found you to be.
He hooks a finger under the lace and shoves them aside. His palm is hot on your bare skin. He finds your clit, swollen and throbbing, and pinches it between his fingers. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through you.
He doesn’t tease you like your boyfriends did. He works you over with a ruthless, practiced rhythm, smearing your wetness, his calloused fingers relentless on your sensitive flesh. It’s rough, almost painful—but at the same time so good. You gasp, your knees buckling slightly, but he holds you upright, his other arm a steel band around your waist, sure to leave bruises.
You don’t want him to stop. You’re praying he never stops.
The slick, wet sounds beneath your dress are mortifying, but they’re drowned out by the nervous chatter around you. You wouldn’t stop him even if the whole car could hear.
No one has ever handled you with such shameless ownership. The thought makes you gush wetter into his hand. You’re so close, shifting your weight, desperate for friction. You feel his hot breath on your neck, then the wet stroke of his tongue from your collarbone to the spot behind your ear…
You’re right there, about to come in a crowded subway car from a stranger’s touch—
He stops.
A sound of pure frustration dies in your throat as his fingers leave your clit. But then they plunge inside you—filling you, stretching you, fucking you in and out. You clench around them, pushing back, fucking yourself on his hand, desperate for that final friction.
You hear a ragged whisper against your ear, a hot exhale: “Fuck.”
He pulls his hand away, wiping your own wetness on your thigh. Despair claws at you. Why did he stop?
Then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The rustle of fabric. He yanks you back, and the hot, velvet-soft head of his bare cock presses against your dripping cunt. He rocks his hips, sliding himself through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. The tip nudges against you, and you hold your breath.
His free hand grabs your chin, forcing your head back. His lips brush your ear. “You want this?”
It’s insanity. Letting some random stranger fuck you raw? Even though you’re on the pill, who knows if he’s clean. It’s dangerous. Reckless.
Your brain screams no.
Your body, your aching, empty, desperate body, whispers, “Please.”
His hand slams over your mouth, and he sheathes himself inside you in one brutal, perfect thrust. You cry out against his palm, the sound swallowed by the dark as he fills you, stretching you to the limit. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t gentle his pace. He fucks you with a raw, driving rhythm, using your body for his pleasure, holding you up as he pounds into you. The sheer force of it, the fact that he clearly doesn’t give a shit about discomfort it may cause you, sends you spiraling higher. You love it. You love being used like this.
You could come just from this, from the feel of him pounding against your cervix…
But he doesn't wait for you to come. You feel him swell inside you, his rhythm fracturing. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against yours. Shaky, ragged breaths are hot against your neck as he pulses inside you, emptying himself.
He stays there for a moment, catching his breath, then pulls out with a soft, wet sound. The sudden emptiness is a physical ache. You can’t think about anything else. You could come if he just touched your clit just one more time. But he doesn’t touch you again.
“Good little slut,” he breathes into your hair, and lets you go. The sound of his zipper the period at the end of the sentence.
The lights snap back on. The world comes rushing back. The train lurches forward. The doors open at the next station almost immediately. He pushes past you without a second glance, melting into the crowd on the platform. All you see is a retreating back, light hair, a pale blue shirt.
Gone.
You’re left standing there, flushed and disheveled. Your panties are still shoved aside, and you realize too late you can’t discreetly fix them—people are staring. You nervously smooth down your rumpled dress and clutch your backpack to your chest. You can feel the cool air on your wet skin.
And then, the slow, shameful trickle of his cum tracing a path down your inner thigh.
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Fucktoy. You’re on the floor, lying flat on your back. The man who just finished pulls out, his cock sliding slick and wet from between your legs. Your gaze drifts from the ceiling to the faces looking down at you. A hungry circle of four. One of them speaks up.
"My turn."
"No way, I was next."
"You just went last time!"
The argument kicks into gear, their voices clashing above you. You just lie there, legs still spread, feeling the sticky warmth of his seed drip down your inner thigh. You like the sound of them fighting over you. You want to egg them on.
Pushing up on your elbows, you tilt your head and feign confusion.
"I thought… it was his turn?"
You point a lazy finger at the wrong man — the one who just came inside you. He laughs, appreciating the gesture, and the argument only gets louder as a result.
"See? She wants me."
"She's a dumb slut, she doesn't know what she wants."
A hand clamps around your ankle, another seizing your wrist. You're being pulled in different directions, a human tug-of-war. You let out a little squeak and go limp, making it easier for them.
Tired of waiting, one of them kneels between your legs. You gasp as you feel the sudden wetness of his spit landing directly on your clit. He grins at your reaction, pushing one finger inside you, then two.
"Someone has to keep her ready while you idiots argue."
That single action breaks the stalemate.
Another man drops to his knees by your head. He hand grabs your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your throat to the ceiling. A thick, blunt cock presses against your lips and you open for it on reflex. He pushes in, flooding your mouth with the taste of salt.
Meanwhile, the man between your legs works his fingers in and out of you. You can’t help but buck your hips against his palm. A third owner captures your wrist, wrapping your fingers around his own hard length. You know what's expected. You begin to stroke.
The last one watches for a moment, then he lies down, pressing his body against your side. His mouth finds your neck, teeth scraping your skin, just shy of drawing blood. His free hand slides down your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing small circles.
Your brain melts, cock in your mouth, another in your hand, fingers driving into your cunt, a mouth on your neck, a thumb on your clit. It’s too much. It's perfect. A whine gets stuck in your throat, muffled by the cock filling your mouth.
The man between your legs pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling hollow for a fraction of a second. Then, something much bigger and presses against your entrance. He doesn't wait. He shoves inside.
A scream is swallowed by the cock in your mouth as your back arches off the floor. He begins a steady drumbeat that rocks your entire body.
The thumb on your clit speeds up. The man you're jerking off groans. The cock in your throat presses deeper. You are a body for them. A set of holes. A toy. Every part of you put to use. Every feature utilized.
The man inside you is close; you can feel that throb that promises your reward. The cock in your throat pulls out just enough for you to gasp a single, desperate breath before it slams back in.
It’s the final push. As the one inside you floods your cunt with sticky cum, your whole body clenches. A messy, shuddering orgasm orgasm. Your legs begin to shake. How many has it been? You’re not sure.
As your orgasm crests, the man in your mouth pushes deeper, shooting his load down your throat. You swallow on pure instinct. At the same moment, the cock in your hand gives in and you feel its release spill hot across your stomach.
The round is over. One by one, they pull out and pull away, leaving you wrecked on the floor. You lie there, breathing hard. The room is quiet for a moment.
Then they're arguing again.
"Look at her. She's a fucking mess."
"You made most of it. You clean her up."
"Fuck that. We all made the mess, we all clean her."
Their voices wash over you, and the familiar sound makes your stomach flutter. Your fingers twitch. You slide one hand down, smearing through the mess on your stomach before dipping lower. Your clit is swollen and throbbing, lubed with their fluids and yours. You begin to rub small circles. Their fucktoy will be needed again soon. You have to be ready.
been fantasizing about some being a ghost’s playtoy for a bit
they start off with just teasing me every so often, almost enough to make me feel like it’s all in my head- they do little things like rub my cunt a few times through my clothes or grope my ass while i’m alone. they gradually begin to do this more and more, until there’s no way i can be making it up. it’s not like it’s bothering me though, so I don’t do anything to try and stop it.
after over a week of toying with me, they decide to escalate things further. sometimes after teasing me, i’ll feel my cunt spread open for something cold and hard, but only long enough to pump a load of pale, sticky cum inside. it’s hard not to moan or beg them to fuck me properly, especially when others are around, but i somehow manage.
eventually, my silent prayers are answered, and they start fucking me properly. the first time was when i was at a library and thankfully no one was around to hear me pant and moan, but once they started fully fucking me, they only did it more and more often. they didn’t bother taking my clothes off, since they could just fuck me through them anyway, so the only indication of me being fucked was the mix of their cum and my juices that dripped down my thighs during after.
one day, they decide to make a show out of things. when i feel cold fingers teasing my cunt open while in a crowd, i only bite my tongue to prevent from crying out. what i don’t expect is them pushing me to my knees and positioning me so my head is on the ground and my ass is in the air. i’m both surprised and aroused, and my feelings only grow as cold hands pull my shorts and underwear down, exposing my cunt to everyone around us. now that there’s no use hiding it, i don’t hold back any noises when they start fucking me hard and deep, which just attracts even more attention. soon dozens of people are watching me cry out and moan while my cunt stretches around nothing, and it isn’t long before i’m cumming for all of them to watch, likely to be the first of many. the cock stretching me out continues to fuck me through it, but i feel it’s thrusts growing more and more erratic. i know they’re about to cum and my cunt clenches around them, desperate to milk out every drop. soon enough, they bottom out in me and begin filling my womb with spurts of cold cum. the position i’m in prevents any of it from leaking out, but they make sure to pull out before they’re done cumming and shoot the remaining bit of their load where the crowd can see it.
but just because the ghost is done doesn’t mean it’s over. one of the members of the crowd steps forward, pants undone, and easily thrusts their entire length into my wet and stretched hole. it only takes a few thrusts before they’re adding their own load of cum to my womb. they don’t take the time to mark my hole like the ghost though, but only because another cock pushes into me as soon as they pull out. the first cock settles for cumming on my ass instead, which encourages other strangers to cum on me too. it’s clear that i won’t be leaving until i’ve pleased all of their cocks, either with my cunt or with my body.
by the time i make it home, i’ve been thoroughly marked inside and out by load after load of cum. my torso bulges from all the loads pumped inside, and there’s no way that i’ll be able to get the stains out of my clothes. but despite being used for hours, i’m too restless to sleep. i’m too busy wondering where i should go to tomorrow.
i can’t wait for my ghost to make me their public cumdump again.
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Need to be bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind me, struggling while tugs my pants down around my ankles, leaving my bare ass exposed to him. Him shoving me back down and slapping my ass hard enough to make my eyes water everytime I try to move or get up. Need him to spread me apart, and spit on my asshole, watching it glisten and drip all the way down my already dripping cunt. Gently rubbing it in while i whimper and squirm from the embarrassment. Slowly working a finger into my ass, then two. Stretching me open and getting my ready for him ,ignoring my crying and begging him to stop, that it feels gross and embarrassing and i hate it. Want him to line his cock up with my poor virgin asshole, rubbing it against it to taunt me, i try to get away again as the fear of what he's about to do sinks in, but he just pins me down and starts shoving it in. I scream and try to kick him off but it's no use. Eventually giving in and going limp as he rapes me, slowly, making me feel every inch of his cock, taunting me when he notices how wet im getting from being violated like this. He speeds up , reaching around to rub my aching clit, making me moan in-between my sobs. I try to squirm away as i feel myself getting close, i can't let myself cum like this, i can't let him win, but he's unrelenting. He's gonna make me cum while he rapes my asshole, and there's nothing i can do to stop it
Little Miss “I need to be fucked by a big cock” while barely being able to fit 2 fingers inside. And the moment they feel the tip sliding it, feeling just how thick it can be. How much it can stretch their little cunts, as it keeps pushing and pushing. Getting thicker and thicker, struggling to go inside, with their pussies tightly wrapping around it. But it doesn’t stop going deeper, forcing its way inside.
It’s so much bigger than you could have imagined, and it hurts so much…but it gets your brain so cloudy. Fuzzy, like your thoughts are slowly fading away as that cock goes inside you. It’s almost like it’s addicting..isn’t it..The feeling of your pussy struggling to take cock, but you’re forced to take it all in like a good girl. You love it so much, don’t you?
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Dying to be bred, I want to feel a cock twitch inside me as it fills be up. I wanna be held down and bred repeatedly until I pass out with cum pouring down my legs.
It's literally midday and I'm rubbing my cunt thinking about a big man pinning me down, growling that I belong to him and taking what's his to show it. Just ripping off my panties, squeezing my nipples and ramming himself into me to show that I belong to him. Rape me please 💞
Fuck me, tied and blindfolded and then quietly bring in your friend to fill my hole after you. Then his friend after him, and his friend, etc. Run a train on me without me knowing, all the while I'm cumming on their cocks, straining against the ropes, whimpering and whining and begging for more of you.
I'm so fucked out of my mind that I haven't stopped to wonder how you keep cumming in me, over and over without a break. Fuck me until I pass out, then wake me up with a cock in my mouth, and one in my worn-out little hole.
When I finally start to realize that there's two cocks pumping into me at different speeds, take off the blindfold to let me see the group of men standing around me, waiting for their next turns.
Sooo horny. Can’t stop thinking about getting kidnapped and used deep in the woods by a stalker. I wanna feel what it’s like to be completely helpless under an obsessed man as he pins me down and unloads as much cum as possible into my tight cunnie without protection. Or being forced to drink alcohol so I can be a good empty headed slut while I get used throughout the night for his sick fantasies. Then when I think he’s finally done and I try to sleep, he pushes back in and tells me to shut the fuck up, that he needs to play with me just one more time before I go to sleep. Feeling him grab my tummy while he pushes way deep inside me so he can breed me. A girl can dream…
hey. it's ok. gangrape where one other person feels like what's happening is wrong but they feel powerless to stop it so they just hold you gently as countless other hands are all over you, gently stroking your face and telling you to focus on them, hey, it's okay, you'll get through this, just focus on me, i've got you, it's gonna be okay. someone tearing up trying to comfort you while a half dozen other people use every whole you've got without a care in the world for your comfort. one angel of a person desperately trying to reassure you and make you feel safe while everyone else treats you like a sex toy. some drug or another clouding your mind while you try to focus on the one kind person holding you close and petting your hair as you're violated. mutual despair over being unable to stop this violation but it's okay, they've got you, just focus on them, try not to think about the cocks and straps and fingers inside you, just focus on them, it's alright sweetheart
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Invite me to a party but when I get there it's just you and your friends. I don't wanna be rude so I stay and agree to have a drink or two. The next thing I know is I'm tied to a bed and all your friends are taking turns filling me with cum while you film how all my holes are getting stretched beyond their limits.
To have a big older man pounding into my little body as I am wet around him against my will. Hearing him say “just take it, just take it you slut.” and making me cry as he abuses and breeds me full.
