Chubby muslim slut groped on the train

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Chubby muslim slut groped on the trainI was on the 17:22 subway from Manhattan to Brooklyn. The train was busy. I squeezed between an old lady and my back was to a man dressed in a sharp navy blue business suit. I only managed to glance at him. He was dressed as a typical Wall Streeter. He looked to be in his 40’s with a big build. The train was filled to the brim and all those bodies in a confined space caused the heat to rise. I was wearing a knee length loose skirt and a tight white blouse. I am a strict muslim but I have to dress smart for the office. I am allowed to wear my hijab so this allows me to express my faith.There was little space to move on the train and the summer weather was making me feel uncomfortable and sweaty. The old woman facing me was avoiding eye contact. Being muslim in this city is not welcome. The train rumbled on. As we reached the next stop, more people entered the train causing me to be pushed back into the man behind me. I felt his thigh brush up against the back of my leg. I did not think much of it as this contact is common place on the subway.As the train continued to move on. I felt something rest on my ass. This made me uncomfortable but I was unable to protest as it may have been innocent due to the crowded carriage.Then I felt a hand unmistakably grope my ass. I heard the man behind me let out a quiet sigh, “ahhhhh”. I was frozen still. A part of me was repulsed at being groped on a public train. But a darker side secretly enjoyed it. I have to admit I am not a striking beauty. I am on the chubby side and being muslim usually puts men off me. This sexual contact was welcome in a perverse way. I am 26 and I have never had a boyfriend.On days like this I particularly did not feel attractive. I was sweaty and hot. I could imagine not smelling particularly fragrant at this time of the day.The hand on my ass continued to slowly grope my ass. I did not offer any resistance. This seemed to embolden him and I felt his other hand move to my other ass cheek. He continued to grope and m***** ass. I had to be honest, my pussy was on fire. The wanton lust he was showing in my ass was making me extremely horny. My ass was sweaty but he seemed to be enamoured by it.He then used his hands to spread my ass cheeks and he positioned his erect cock in between my ass cheeks. Only my skirt and thong and his pants were separating us. I was unable to resist. He knew he had me. I started rocking gently against his cock.I bit my lip hard to stifle my moans. I needed this so bad. I needed to give myself to this man.I was still aware that I was on a public train and I glanced up at the old lady in front of me but she was still avoiding looking in my direction.I picked up the pace as I was edging closer to my orgasm. This felt so good. I needed him inside me. He moved me away from his cock all of a sudden. I was so close. I looked up and realised we were at my stop. He whispered in my ear, “leave your thong in the third ladies cubicle. I will collect it later. My number is in your phone. Text me if you want to know what I will do with your thong”.I looked down at my bag and it was open. He must have opened it and took out my phone while I was busy being humped by him. He handed me my phone and I headed directly to the ladies. I went into the third cubicle and left my thong. I did not know what he could want with it. It was drenched in my juice and sweat. He would be able to smell my ass on it. I was ashamed at the thought but I was also turned on. I was on automatic mode since leaving the train. I was simply following his commands.I got into bed at 10.00pm. I had not heard from him. Maybe he did not take my number and was waiting for me to contact him. I was still reeling from my near orgasm on the train and I needed to speak to him. I was shy despite humping his cock on the train hours earlier. He had saved his name as simply Stranger.Me: Hi. Did you find it?Stranger: Yes. It was very fragrant. Thank you ;-)I was not sure if he was mocking the state the underwear was in or he actually enjoyed it.Me: What did you do with it?Stranger: I will show you.I did not understand what he meant. Minutes went by but I still had no response. Maybe he was having fun at my expense. That thought hurt me.My phone then beeped into life. I received a number of Whatsapp messages. They were all images.I opened the first image and he was holding my pink thong up to his nose. He looked to be sniffing it. This immediately put me in a hornt state. I could feel my pussy get wet. It turned me on knowing that a man was interested and turned on by my thong. The next image he was licking my thong at my crotch. It had the caption, “I aish it was your cunt”. My hand shot down to my pussy and I started rubbing my clit without a seconds thought. I wished he was here licking my clit. I was drawing circles around my clit as I looked at the next image. This picture added fuel to the fire burning in my pussy. He was licking my thong again but this time it was where it had been between my ass. It had my filthy and sweaty ass on it but he seemed to be lapping it up. He wrote the caption “I want to eat your fragrant ass”.He was turning me on so much. I needed to let him know how much I wanted him.Me: That was amazing. No man has ever shown me that level of desire.Stranger: My only regret is that I did not get my hands on your big tits. They looked so hot in that blouse. How big are they?I wanted to tease him a little now. The way he teased me on the train.Me: Why don’t you guess? If you guess right. I will give you any picture you desire tonight.Stranger: I will guess right but will you give me what I desire.Me: Yes I will. What do you desire?Stranger: I desire you bent over with just your hjjab on while your fat muslim ass is spanked and fucked by my white cock. But tonight I just want a picture of you naked with your hijab on but use your lipstick to write “Robert’s Muslim Slave Slut” across your tits and cunt.As I saw the message my orgasm built rapidly. I was so close to cumming. I wanted to show him everything. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me like the muslim pig slut I was. In a horny daze I replied.Me: Guess!I needed him to be right. I wanted to do what he wanted Robert: Your fat tits are 36EE.He was right. Thank allah. I quickly got out of bed and found my lipstick. I put on my pink hijab and stripped out of my thong and bra. I write Robert on my right breast and muslim on my left breast. I wrote slave just beneath my belly button and then slut just above my cunt. I was on my knees and I spread my legs for Robert. I sent him the picture.He did not reply immediately. I waited anxiously. My body was on fire. I was so close to cumming. I needed Robert to push me over for my orgasm.My phone finally came to life and it was another whatsapp message. It was a picture.Robert had my dirty pink thong around his cock as he came into it.This was it. My body convulsed into the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. I was so turned on I squirted all over the bed.Robert: Tomorrow you will fulfill my desire.Me: Yes I will master. Bend me over and use me. I am your slave xoxo

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