This is a long one, so settle down and maybe put your phone on silent.
Alternatively, read Her, take a breather, and Save Him for another night.

BDSM erotica. VERY NSFW. Consensual adults, over 18. If you don’t do hardcore, do not read any further. Enjoy


I saw a man on my way to work today.

Sat further up the carriage as I stood, pressed against the divider getting sweaty and misanthropic. He was sitting with a colleague. The conversation looked stilted. He yawned as the colleague made complex motions with his hands and glared expectantly at him. He made whatever response was required, then looked up. Straight at me, I think. Looked away, and back again, and away. He swallowed.

Was he looking at me? He was sort of handsome, or maybe the suit and businessman’s haircut made him appear more so. Dark. Two days’ stubble. I wondered how that stubble would feel grazing my lips. When we stopped for a flow of old bodies to be replaced with new, I pulled the iPod out of it’s spot inside my bra and adjusted the volume. Electro pounding in my ears. Showing off, of course. Drawing attention.

He looked again, I think he noticed. I twitched as he appeared to lean forward, towards me, his fingers resting on the seat in front. Long and artistic, probably plays guitar in his spare time. I wonder how they’d feel inside me.

Objectively, they look as though they know their way around a cunt. And if I was sat next to him, and had to raise my skirts and allow my hips to widen as far as the narrow seats would allow, I’d do it, just so he could lean over, pretend to show me something out of the window and jam those fingers into me, his other hand over my mouth so no one noticed. He would cause me agony; one finger slipped in to the first knuckle, barely noticeable. I’d want more, of course. Lick and bite at him until he pinched me, raising the skin red and almost bleeding. Two fingers, harder, faster. My cunt so wet he’d move like the oiled motor of a car, our bodies shuddering along the tracks, threading through the city.

And all the while hissing honey-drenched venom in my ears. “Fucking whore”,  “Fat little bitch”, “Slut”. Words that shouldn’t turn me on, shouldn’t make me wetter, but do. He’d take his hand from my mouth and reach round to pull at my flesh through my clothing, forcing his hand inside my blouse and fondling my breasts like a rampant teenager. After I’d come he’d wipe the mess over my skirt for all the world to see. Make me walk the final steps to work with my blouse undone and my lipstick smeared around my mouth.

God, I love office boys. Just the sight of a suit and tie makes me fucking horny.

What I wouldn’t give to have him grab me by the wrist. “You’re coming with me.” March me to his offices, past the receptionist who pretends not to notice. Lead me up dark stairs, elevators to penthouse offices with floor to ceiling windows. I hear the door shut and locked behind me,  then he’s there, with his hands on me again. Maybe strip me down to my underwear and press me against the glass, where anyone could catch a glimpse of me, exposed.

Then he’d sit me down roughly on one of those big, leather-bound chairs, push my legs apart. “Knickers off”. And off they come.

There are other men in the room. I see them, now. One in particular. Older than my captor; overweight, unattractive. The others are reflections of one another – the same suits in greys and blacks; neat, expensive haircuts, lascivious grins or rabbit-in-headlights faces; one hand shoved deep into their trouser pockets. One of them takes off his tie and blindfolds me, then binds my ankles to the chair legs. He runs his finger up my leg, my thigh.

“Do you want to play?”

I feel… a tongue. Harsh, panting breath against my cunt. Perfume, sickly sweet and fading into sweat. Manicured nails pinch the swollen flesh of my cunt. A girl.
“Chubby chasing now, are we?”

“You don’t have to be here. We can do this without you.”
“Just stick your head between her legs before we get bored and send you back to reception.”

For one so objectionable, she does as she’s told and she knows exactly what she’s doing, pushing on my thigh so much I’m almost lying down. Attacking me, spitting and sucking and getting to the very edge of biting.

I’ve never been with a girl before. I’m noisy, lifting off the chair til there are hands on my shoulders keeping me down. The hands travel lower to remove the last of my underwear. Up again, caressing my neck, the outline of my jaw. Tilting my head back and forceful kisses. The stubble damp and burning raw against me. Yelping against his mouth as she sinks her fingers into my waist and hits the bull’s eye with her tongue –  my body straining and caught between the two of them. I hear whooping of approval from the corners.

The noise subsides, and it sounds like she’s crying. Then laughing.

I only hate myself a fraction for letting the sound turn me on even more. And when my legs feel weak, she goes back for seconds; her tongue curling around my clit, jabbing deep into my cunt, licking everywhere. She can’t have hated it that much. She lets me cover her face again, but they take her away before the blindfold’s removed and I can see it for myself.

Then they’d…

First, the younger one. Must be a junior, gets lead over and presented to me, blushing and gripping himself, nervously. I smile, and coax – and swallow when he comes. He shakes my hand, like it’s a job interview; the others treat him indulgently, keeping their laughs spluttered behind their palms.

I’m untied and laid down before the glass. The older one is there, trouser-less but still in his shirt. He grabs me under my knees and pulls me to him until I’m tilted against him, wrapping my ankles behind his back. All he wants is to rub the sticky purple head of his cock against my pussy until he comes. That’s all. He doesn’t even try to fuck me, just concentrates on rubbing against me until I’m painted white. I’m getting closer.

Two want me to suck them both at the same time, then climax artistically over my tits. And now I need to be fucked, urgently.

Just Him and his colleague left now. It feels like there should be more; like our audience has dwindled to the few who can be bothered.

Instinctively I’m already on my knees for them, watching the world go by below us; traffic thickening now it’s late in the day. Should I be at work? What time is it? Space and time are irrelevant, but it’s raining.

The colleague lies beside me; shirt undone, a smile on his face, He draws patterns in the cum on my stomach; then wipes it across and finger paints ‘slut’ in caps.

“You look pretty.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“All the ones who’ve been showered in jizz. But I bet you still want more.”
I demur.

“That pussy of yours could take a pounding, couldn’t it? You’re desperate for a big, fat cock. And what about your rosebud, little girl?”

Do I? Do I? Suddenly, He’s there, the one whose lingering look started it all. Out of nowhere, like a magician, stroking my back.

“He can have your arse, so long as I get the prize. Do you like that?”

I do. I do.


A grin, duplicated around the room. Partner reaches to me and coats his fingers in glory for his invasion. Ringleader lies back and beckons me to him – so close to romance when he kisses me as the head nudges inside me. It hurts and heals as it slips inside, both hands on the small of my back until we’re joined. He tilts upward, presenting me like a bitch in heat and Partner giggles more. Placed at the entrance he takes a breath, and pushes. This is the moment – that point on which the future hinges. Partner inches in slowly as Ringleader dips his head at an awkward angle to catch my nipple with his teeth.

They squabble as they find their rhythm, arguing over my head like divorced parents on access day.

“It’s better for her if we take it in turns.”
“How do you know? She might prefer it simultaneously.”

I just want it. Ringleader looks into my eyes.

“What do you want?”
“Hard, please.”

“Your wish is our command.”

My mouth, my cunt, my arse all raw and reddened. And cum dripping over my body by the end of the evening. Partner, possibly overcome by the virgin territory so neatly plundered, arrives early and fills me. It feels so strange. I close my eyes. Ringleader holds me to him, but can’t resist sliding his hand round my backside and sticking a finger into the cum-filled space.

Door shuts anew. Us alone.

With an arm around me, he rolls over so I’m underneath.
“You’ve been working hard, it’s probably time for me to take the strain.”

Brutally tender. He seems surprised when the specific pressure and motion of that impressive cock makes me tense and squirm and yelp again.

“I’m close, where do you want it?

Let him pick, I don’t care. I just want it.

Triumphantly, over my tits again, his face animated with lust.

As we near my stop, I feel my knees buckle just a little, under that image, and jab the release button a fraction too hard and too early. I look at him once more, a smile just playing about my lips and our eyes meet in that split second before the door closes.

I masturbate twice in the toilets at work before lunchtime.



I saw a girl today. On the way to work. She got on two stops after us, stood pressed against the divider for ten minutes as the passengers changed around here. She was normal, so normal in her office wear. I’ve probably seen her before and completely ignored her. I might see her tomorrow and do the same, but today…

I admit, it was one fluid action that caught my attention. Her gaze was fixed on the window, the finger smudges and graffiti etched into the Plexiglas, the concrete and weeds beyond.

She frowned and absent-mindedly reached into the neck of her top, pulling out her iPod and selecting a different track before tucking it back. Inside her bra?

Beyond the plain black neckline was a flash of red that flared and disappeared. I stared. She was drawing attention so clearly. She must have known. I watched her fingers caress the side of her neck before returning to her side. Now her neckline appears far too low for the office. She’s not even pretty. Well, maybe a bit. Her hair’s tied back and she looks heavy, all on her hips and arse. And those tits.

I bet they’d look great bathed in cum. I can picture it. I’d make her get off at the next stop, have her suck me under the platform exit. No one would see us. On her knees with her face tilted towards me, all innocence and purity, wide eyes and desperate for it. Have her pretend she didn’t know what to do with it. I bet she’d deep throat like a bitch. And a creamy facial to top it off. Photo’s for after. She’s already on her knees so push her skirt up and yank her knickers to her ankles.  Have her lie back so I can get a nice straight upskirt of her pussy, dripping wet and the sight just making me hard all over again.

I think about sticking my cock inside her, if I see her again. Maybe the carriage is still full, travellers becoming disorientated by the smell of sex. She’s listening to music, of course. The tech still positioned snugly against her tits.

Pushing up against her as we turn a corner, I mutter my sorries in her ear. She mouths “It’s fine.” And turns back as her eyes register who I am and flare open before disappearing. I put my hand on her waist and smile as it sinks and settles. The other hand lets go of the handrail and heads to the hem of her skirt; working it up til I can see the red lace of her knickers out of the corner of my eye. No one notices as I ease her tights and pants down until enough of her is exposed for me to work on extricating my cock then working it between her legs, up the gap in her knickers where the elastic’s tight against my balls until I’m pressed so close to her; one emergency stop and she’s mine.

Momentarily I’m distracted when she places her hand over mine and leads it up, under her jacket to cop a feel of those amazing breasts, bigger than my hand can cope with. Even with a raging hard-on, I have my wits about me enough to find the iPod and pause whatever it is she’s listening to.

I lean in closer.

“Is it too forward to ask you if you do anal?”
I’m an idiot. She laughs.

“Might be dangerous. But I bet I can make you come without you having to do a fucking thing.”

True to her word, she bends a fraction at the waist. So many people, yet even as the drones witter around us, her moan as the length slides against her, almost makes me cum on the spot and she manages to flex her body against mine and more specifically my cock against the slippery material of her knickers until – oops! They’re even wetter. She squeezes her legs together so that when I manage to remove myself, not entirely happily, I’m cleaned and easily returned. Hearing the zip closing she carefully moves my hand back down again. I roll her knickers back up, her skirt back down. She gets off at her stop. Doesn’t look back, but I know she’s grinning.

I wonder what she sounds like when she comes, tilt my head and watch her carefully, trying to conjure. She mouths to whatever she’s listening to, her lips are pink and shiny.

Noisy. A screamer. Girlish moans and a filthy mouth. I’d put money on it.

I could drag her into the office, grab her by the wrist and take her up to the eighteenth floor, that meeting room with the floor to ceiling windows that no one ever uses.

As we wait for the lift I’d fire off an email to the gobby receptionist who ignored us on the way in. She’s been after me since she started working here. Tell her she’s on if she comes to eighteen in half an hour and doesn’t mind a little foreplay, of my choosing. Fire off a few more as we speed upwards.

Strip her? Would she look better clothed, or tied and gagged with her own underwear? Naked, she’d look fantastic. Strip her in front of those panoramic windows. Straight down to her knickers, showing off those tits and what I can only imagine are large, sensitive nipples the same colour as pencil erasers.

“Everyone can see you.”

“Should I take my knickers off?”
Filthy girl. She sits with her legs spread as wide as she can once they’re removed. The door sucks and hisses as the selected few receive their invites and hightail it up here. She doesn’t hear; lost in her own reflection, spreading her already swollen pussy lips apart so that she can see her stiff little clit and the cream dripping from her. Pressing her feet to the pane, tilting her hips so anyone who wants to can see her.

She sees us reflected too, Doesn’t turn around.

“Who do I get to play with first?”
They know the rules – whatever she agrees to, but no one gets to fuck the bitch’s tight little cunt except me. They all accept. The receptionist, just arriving, gets her orders.
“Pretend it’s 2am on Saturday morning. You’re E’d off your tits and want to get off with another girl. You need a face-full of pussy, and here she is, naked and willing. Now eat her.”
Slight disgust, but she agrees. The disgust makes it even better, in all honesty.

She leaves a trail of jacket, tiny pencil dress and heels on her way to her playmate. Kisses her the way fake lesbians do in porn – all tongue. I can hear the collective sound of four zippers being eased down.

As they ease into their respective roles, I can’t help but compare their bodies. The receptionist is a stereotype made flesh – tiny, tanned just enough shades away from orange to still be fuckable. Huge, surgically enhanced tits that make her look like she’s going to fall over. The captive is paler, pinker – fleshy and thick at the waist – natural tits more or less the same size but softer. Both of them shaved or waxed for easy delectation.

And soon, the receptionist has her face buried between the girl’s thighs – scream, yelp, dirty words – and enjoying it more than she wants us to think. When she comes up for air, her face is soaked and mischievous before she dives in for seconds. The captive returns the favour as soon as she is able and in between bouts of intense licking their fingers are stickily shoved inside one another; or all over the breasts they have express permission to play with.

Marco, being the youngest, can’t control himself and relieves himself over the writhing bodies with intense satisfaction, leaving them stickier than ever. The receptionist is sat side-on to the window,   captive’s body held against her, suckling like a baby. They both look flushed and drowsy.

“I’ve got something better to suck on. Why don’t you get on your knees, hmm? In front of the whole city, so everyone can see you.” She obeys, sticking out her tongue and taking him like a pro, as receptionist is dismissed.

Being that much older, Mike soon goes the way of the young buck and misses her mouth, shooting his load over her cheek, untidily.

Patrick and Thom take their sides, Thom being ever the gentleman, leans over to her and whispers.

“Do you like anal?”

“Of course.” As though this is something she’s asked regularly, bored of it now.

It looks like it hurts her to begin with, but it’s not like Thom’s massively well-endowed. Soon I watch his cock pistoning in and out of her arse and she’s squealing with exhilaration and pleasure in between as Patrick feeds his cock into her mouth, Fucking horny.

Instead of the messy finishes preferred by the others; they take the opportunity to pump her full of cum when they finish. And finally, it’s my turn.

“I’ve been waiting for this.”

She says nothing, leads me by the hand to the big, executive chair at the far end of the room.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” She kneels over me, kissing almost nervously, no nerves til now. Slowly pushes herself down. The eyes widen again “It’s so big.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Maybe a little bit.”
Down with a bump, and settled she begins to rock her hips, gently at first. Eyes closed in concentration and fatigue; she’s had a busy day.

“Won’t they miss you?”
Who cares? We could stay up here forever, no one would know.

“Doesn’t matter.”

She cuddles close to me, shifting faster, intuitive. Those noises again; sweet, horny little noises. I buck upwards to meet her and her eyes fly open in surprise.

“Can’t have you doing all the work.”

I can feel my cock being manipulated by her muscles; the cum on her and in her rubbing into my shirt. The thought nearly makes me explode. I’m close. Inside her, one last thrust and I’m there. Every bad word my mother never wanted me to say howled at the top of my lungs as she takes her cue beautifully and leans back so I get the full spectacular view of her one last time.

Back in my seat I squirm as my cock thickens. Now I have to concentrate on not having a hard-on when we reach my stop.

She’s still there, ignoring everything around her. We grind to a halt and she hits the door release, but not before looking my direction, just once, straight at me, she looks down, the faintest smile. I smile back, half-hoping she’ll notice.

And now she’s gone, my cock still throbbing, and waiting.


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