Ginger’s train journey

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Ginger’s train journeyGinger’s train journey.Ginger walked confidently down the long platform towards her train. She had been in London for the day and felt confident because of the attention she had received. She had worn a new summer dress. It was a hot summers day, the dress had Spaghetti straps, in a white floral pattern, it came to just above mid-thigh length. The top skimmed tightly over her full breasts, and the buttons between them strained to keep their treasure contained. The thin fabric was cool in the summer, smooth and sensual against her bare skin. She wore no bra with under the dress and if you looked hard enough, you could see the mounds of her sensual nipples visible beneath the thin fabric, the piercing of her nipple also visible if you really concentrated. Many men had certainly noticed her body today, as she had walked down the street she had seen their eyes gaze at her body, sometimes at her legs and sometimes obviously staring at her tits, clearly noticing her erect nipples. All had noticed her beautiful red hair and pretty face. This all gave her confidence as she walked towards the train to leave the city.As she walked onto the train it was clearly very busy. As she walked through the carriages, it was clear that there were no seats, and very soon she was unable to even walk down the train any more. She came to a stop where two sets of seats came back to back, and held onto the top of one of the seats for security. People continued to pour into the train behind her and the train became packed with very little room to move, she could feel the person behind her push up against her, but the bag on the floor gave her a small gap to the back of the person in front.The guards whistle blew and the train jolted roughly as it moved off. Ginger lurched backwards into the person behind her. Her bum pressed into them and she felt something pressing back into her. She looked over her shoulder. A huge man, easily six feet five, looked down at her. She looked up and made eye contact and smiled shyly. He winked back at her. She noticed his jet black skin, black as coal, and as her eyes moved back, she couldn’t help noticing that he was as broad as he was tall. His powerful muscles showing through his T-shirt. As the train began to accelerate, Ginger’s face began to redden, it was stiflingly hot and a sheen of sweat began to form on her neck and chest, but this was more than just heat, this was desire. Ginger rocked her hips backwards, and again felt something push back into her, she rocked again and again and again. She looked over her shoulder briefly, the huge man smiled back at her. Her heart pounded… what should she do? She knew what to do. She took the hand from the back of the seat and ran it down her side. Through the thin fabric of her dress, she could feel the sweat building on her hot body. Slowly, she reached round behind her, she felt the mans leg against her hand, the muscles bulging against the fabric of his tracksuit bottoms. Her heart pounded, she felt it might burst from her chest, there was no going back after this… she reached round still further until her hand was behind her rounded bottom, she reached back and found the mans crotch. Her heart skipped. She reached down and felt what had been pushing into her. The girth of his cock was easy to feel under his trousers. As she moved her hand down she could also feel the length, he clearly wasn’t wearing any underpants and she could feel his full size. She’d never felt a cock this big before, let alone in public and on a train. Her nipples started to swell as she became aroused, soon they were as hard as bullets, ripe and seemingly almost ready to burst.Ginger moved her hand back up his huge cock. Through the fabric bolu escort she could easily feel the bumps of the thick veins in it against her hand. She grasped her hand around his girth, so wide that her hand struggled to encompass him, she relaxed and gripped further down and repeated this down the length of his firm long cock. She began to feel him harden in her hand. How fucking big would his cock be when he was fully erect? Her mind wondered as she became more and more aroused. Suddenly his huge hand grabbed her wrist, like a vice she was powerless as he ripped her hand from his cock. Mortified, she assumed she had misread the situation. Christ? What would he do? Grabbing his cock was a crime? he could call the police, anything… his massive crushing grip moved her hand from his cock and placed her hand on to the seat back where is hand been previously. She was utterly powerless to resist him, he had many times her strength. Heart broken, she wondered what to do, but as she did so he moved his two huge hands and gripped either side of her hips with them. His crushing grip meant there was no chance of escape..not that she wanted to. She felt his foot between her and powerfully, he kicked her feet apart, using his other foot he pushed them to either side of the aisle. Her legs ware now as far apart as the narrow aisle would allow. She could feel the air cool the thick sheen of sweat on the inside of her thighs… sweat form the stifling heat, yes, but also from her own a****l desire. As the air rose she remembered that she was wearing no knickers. Her smoothly shaven pussy now exposed to the air, she could feel the movement of air past the mound of her exposed outer labia. She became more and more aroused at this and began to feel the juices flow in her burning hot vagina, what would he do to her? She could only imagine and this made her burn with raw a****l desire.So he did want her, and she couldn’t resist even if she wanted to as he held her hips in his powerful immovable grip. His right hand moved down from her hip and ran onto her thigh. His hand rose again and this time,she felt it rise under the light floaty fabric of her dress.his hand was now on the bare skin of her hip, and slowly it began to move round her waist until it lay at the top of her pubic mound. Again her heart pounded. He wasn’t going to was he? She hoped with all her body that he was, and pushed her hips backwards and ground herself against his stiffening cock. Goosebumps covered her body as his hand moved slowly down the mound of her pubis and came to the confluence of her labia… his huge forefinger moved down the line where her pussy lips met and slowly traced the line down to the bottom of her vagina and back. He moved his hand down again, this time his forefinger and second finger trace the line…. until he was half way down her burning cunt. At this point, he used his two fingers to push aside her labia. He held her open under her short dress, her vulva now utterly exposed to the air, she continued to grind his cock with her arse, but his hand simply held her cunt open. As he did so, the juices that had previously been held back by her labia began to slowly ooze from her drenched cunt. She could feel a trickle of her own juices run out of her, it traced a line from the base of her swollen reddened cunt and trickle down over her tight pink anus and then onto the insides of her thighs. She panicked. How would people not smell her sex? It was oozing out of her and she had no control of it, now she could feel it slowly moistening her thighs and all around her groin.Held open by the huge man and with his huge cock now almost fully erect and pushing into her arse, his fingers suddenly, moved. burdur escort He rubbed them slowly and round her now reddened and swollen clitoris and then moved his two fingers together and moved them down to the opening of her vagina. As wet as her cunt was, it had also swollen and widened and his two thick fingers slipped in to her with some ease despite their girth. Suddenly the train jolted and he pulled his hand away wiping the signs her dirty arousal on her thigh and the train began to come to a halt in the next station. The crowds began to move down the train and she had no option but to move down the train. He followed her closely, his stiffness still pushing into her. The train was emptying and very few were getting on and it became apparent that she would be one of few left on the train.They moved towards the entrance and she strepped to one side as the others left the train. He remained behind her unspeaking. The guards whistle blew and the doors closed again. Suddenly she felt his immensely powerful grip around her wrist, her pulled her down the carriage until they came to the start of the next carriage where the train toilet was. He pressed the button to open and pushed her in ahead of him. He pushed her against the far wall of the toilet, his huge black hand pressing her face against the frosted glass of the window. She could see the ghostlike outlines of people on the platform, wondering what they were doing as she had her legs pushed apart as she bent forwards with her face on the glass. His massive hands reached around and expertly unbuttoned her top and swiftly pulled her swollen tits free from her dress. Next he pushed her dress up over her hips.She stood (well stooped) face against the glass, bent over, tits hanging down squeezed firmly by his massive black hand legs as far apart as she could manage in her heels and her dress over her arse.Everything was exposed, her could do anything to her. Again he began to thrust his two fingers into her sopping wet cunt whilst his hand squeezed her tit and roughly punched her nipple. In, out, in out… he found a rhythm and she could feel her cunt like electricity around his fingers getting turned on. Ginger reached her hand round now, and like a debauched slut pulled his cock free from his track suit bottom. It sprang free in her hand, rigid now, she ran her hand up and down it feeling the thick veins moussed to the surface.His fingers moved in and out of ginger’s gapping cunt still faster, she became aware of the sound of his fingers squelching in and out of her. How loud was it? Really loud she thought, and she wondered if the couple outside the doors she could hear talking could hear her cunt being ploughed like this. His rhythm slowed, his fingers pulled out and he began to rub his soaking fore finger against her pretty pink arsehole. So wet was his finger that he started to work it into the opening of her anus. Ginger gasped out loud, could she take his finger in her? She soon found out as he forcibly pushed the tip on his thick finger into her. He slowly pushed it into her tight little shit hole and then pushed his second and third fingers into her cunt again. Slowly he pushed in and out of both of Ginger’s holes. Slowly he built up his rhythm again and was pounded now both her cunt and her arsehole.The pleasure mounted for was mounting for ginger. She has never been used like this, and whilst she was enjoying every moment, she knew she couldn’t stop it. Suddenly he pulled his hand out of her soaking cunt and newly stretched arsehole. Ginger’s face was still pressed against the glass, but now her face was scarlet and covered in her sweat. Her sweat was also smothered over the glass of the window, and her escort bayan sweat soaked hair (now even darker than her normal delicious bright ginger) stick to it spread out like a fan.He forced his hand up to her face and reached for her open mouth (open from moaning as he ploughed her with her fingers) and thrust the two fingers that had been deep inside her pussy into her mouth, forcing Ginger to suck them and suck her own filthy juices off them.The huge black man then moved a little closer, and Ginger felt his huge cock touch against her pussy. She gasped. She had dreamt of being fucked by a big black cock, but now she was worried about whether she could take his size. The tip of his cock pushed against her labia, and given how wet she was, slide past them to the opening of her vagina. She moaned again as his glans forced its way against the opening of her soaking wet pussy. He pushed and pushed harder, but his enormous glans was resisted by the opening of her dark hole. Ginger reached back. She wanted him in her, she wanted every inch of her filled with his dark rigid penis. She grasped the width of his cock, her fingers barely able to touch round it, and helped position it perfectly. He pushed again, and the tip of his cock bulged and forced his way into her, more of his huge cock slid in after it. Her eyes closed. He was so fucking big. Bigger than she had ever imagined, she felt like she might split open. Slowly her forced his length into her. The juices of her cunt started to lubricate his length until she cold not take him any more. He began to slowly push back and forth, building his momentum as he pussy relaxed, gaped still further (she had never been this wet or this open before, she had never thought she could take this much). His thrusts began to match the rhythm of the train, they became more powerful almost violent and he began to smash into her. Her soaking cunt juices began to mix with sweat into a thick cream that built and was easily visible on his dark black cock. Every thrust split her open still further, and the vibration of the train made her clitoris tingle. His hand which hand been resting on the small of her back moved down, his thumb began to rub against her anus. This frotting brought even more pleasure, she was being used. Used like a beautiful pale skinned whore, legs far apart, head forced to the glass, body bathed in her own sweat, her thighs totally smeared with the juices from her cunt.And then then forced his thumb up her arse.Her body quivered. Both holes were filled beyond their design and she bucked and twitched as she massively orgasmed. She felt her cunt grip around his cock and as she pulsated, she felt her arsehole grip against his thumb. Wave after waves of pleasure, Ginger screamed out in pleasure , shameless now, everyone in the carriage could surely hear? As she came she felt his cock thrust still further, and felt the heat of his thick cum squirt inside of her. Thrust after thrust of his rigid cock delivered dose after dose of cum inside her. He had fucked he like a bull and seemed to cum in the same massive way. He pulled out of her twitching pussy, sore, wet, yet hugely engorged with pleasure. She could feel the vast quantities of semen begin to run out of her. Thick ribbons on it hung from her lips and dripped slowly onto her thighs. The train began to slow and she realised that he had pulled his trousers up, had turned, and was opening the door to leave. She looked behind her as he left. Ginger, with her arsehole still gaping from his thumb and her cunt still dripping with his cum. Her face smeared in sweat on the glass.The trained stopped and she stood up quivering and dressed herself. She looked in he mirror, her face was scarlet, her hair soaked in sweat and her chest burning red. She left the toilet knowing that everyone else in the carriage must have heard everything. She looked like a woman who had just been fucked, she stank of sex. She had been the black man’s whore and she had loved every moment.

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