The Train Ride

A slice of sun barely shined in the darkening sky. Deep splashes of reds and blues were fading into blackness. Night was near. Kate looked out the window facing Central Park and watched the slow emergence of the night sky. The illuminating digital clock told her it was time to head home. She was hot. She was tired. But most of all she was horny. An unshakable feeling kept her acutely aware of her pussy all day. And there was no chance of getting rid of this feeling because of her very busy schedule. Her art gallery opened in just three days, leaving little if no time to play. Construction workers were constantly in and out doing last minute fixes, making it very difficult for Kate to concentrate. Sweaty, shirtless men with hard bodies and strong muscles were all around her. Kate found herself daydreaming about them throughout the day. Hands exploring, tongues tasting, and cocks penetrating. Sucking one while fucking another. Just thinking about it made her face flush and her panties wetter.

Four times throughout the day she escaped to the privacy of her office and masturbated, hoping to relieve some of the tension. It only made her want more. She was so hot, burning up in fact. Nothing cooled her down. She first thought it might be a fever, but then laughed at herself. She knew better. Plain and simple, she needed to get laid. She needed it real bad. She thought about inviting one of the construction workers up to her office, making it look like a business thing. Once behind closed doors she’d seduce him. First by playfully commenting about his muscular body, then running her hand up and down his bulging arms making sure her breasts lightly brushed against his body. Leading him to the couch her blouse would be off in a flash and before long they’d be fucking like bandits. Kate blushed at the thought knowing she could never be that bold.

At nine o’clock she called it a day and instructed the last construction worker to pack up and go home. Kate flashed him a thankful smile trying to make it appear playful and flirtatious but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he gathered his belongings, smiled respectfully, and disappeared. A part of her wanted to expose him to her sensuality, capture him with her desire, and bring him home with her. Wishful thinking; Kate - always professional and conservative. Too afraid to show her sensual side in real life yet in her dreams she was confident, uninhibited, and free.

Taking one last look around the gallery, Kate’s eyes focused on one of her prize possessions – a statue of Eros, Greek god of love. He was naked and bronzed with strong defiant features. Positioned on his knees, which were spread apart, his muscular arms were in a prayer pose. What made this statue Kate’s favorite was his well-endowed erect penis. His body glistened under the dimmed light to where it almost glowed. Kate licked her lips and felt the lips of her pussy moisten and swell. She stared at the handsome Eros becoming more aroused by the minute. She wondered how much money he might sell for. Moving closer, Kate ran her fingers across his smooth chest. A wild idea popped into her head of stripping off her clothes and riding his artificial cock, sliding it in and out of her wet pussy. It would be just like using a dildo only more real. And that’s what she needed now. Something real. But she dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it came.

Then something incredible happened. The statue came to life. Kate stood frozen, like a statue herself, and watched as Eros rose from his kneeled position. He grabbed her, pushing her hard against a nearby wall. Kate felt his hard human penis press against her. With one hand he managed to lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist. His other hand reached underneath, ripping off her panties. He then crushed his lips on hers and slid his cock deep inside her. She let out a scream and then he fucked her without mercy. Kate couldn’t believe this was happening but each hard thrust told her otherwise. Her body welcomed it like water to a dying flower. Replenishing her. Freeing her. Giving her life again. Eros tore open her blouse and reached for her breast. He started to pinch the nipple, which only made Kate scream out louder. All the while he’s fucking her hard and doesn’t stop. In the distance a telephone rang, the faint sound getting louder and louder.

A tap on her shoulder scared the hell out of Kate. A worker stood next to her, asking if he should answer the phone. Kate must have blushed because her face felt red hot. She noticed she was leaning against the wall with her legs spread. Eros was gone. Breathless and practically gasping for air she asked him what he was still doing here. He mumbled something and walked away. She looked down to make sure her clothes weren’t ripped and rumpled and let out a huge sigh of relief to see her shirt closed and still tucked inside her skirt. She looked at the now stagnant statue in its poised position and thought she saw a sliver of a smile.

Kate never had a fantasy like that before. Exhaustion must be playing tricks on her but what a delicious trick it was. Too bad it ended before she could come. She cursed the worker and even considered firing him. She thought of going back into her office for another masturbating session but knew it would only leave her more than frustrated. She needed to get fucked, that’s what the problem was. She needed a nice big hard cock to fuck. Now where could she get one of those? Time to go home. Kate glanced back at the statue and smiled. She took out a micro tape recorder from her purse and hit the record button. “Note to self, take Eros off the auction list.”

Heading to the subway station Kate planned the rest of her evening, Chardonnay and a dildo. With an imagination like hers who needs porno?

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The temperature must go up at least ten degrees in an underground train station. Especially in New York City. Kate’s clothes clung to her already hot body. Her long, thick hair felt heavy against her skin. She put it up in a ponytail but it brought little if no relief. She thought back to the last time she got laid. Must have been about six months ago. Too long. Even longer since she had a lover. For the past year her career took precedent over everything else, including her social life. Now with the opening of the art gallery in just three days she would have even less time to concentrate on other things. She had to figure out something. Thankfully, the train arrived sooner than expected. Kate stepped in feeling a rush of cool air. Slumping in the first available seat she fell asleep.

A strange noise woke her. Kate opened her eyes to see a half-naked woman with blonde hair sitting across from her wearing nothing from the waist down. Her blouse was open revealing the largest pair of tits Kate ever saw. The blonde held onto the edge of the seat while an older gray haired man, situated on his knees, went down on her. The man’s hands pushed firmly on the woman’s thighs while she jerked her head from side to side, moaning and thrusting. Kate shook her head thinking this had to be another mind trick.

To her left stood a woman wearing nothing but a black blindfold. She was strikingly beautiful; petite, thin waist, full lips, and slicked back red hair. She stood right up against a narrow steel pole that ran from the roof of the train all the way down to the floor. Her hands were tied behind her back. Kate noticed the woman’s shaved pussy and it turned her on. She wanted to touch it or perhaps run her tongue over the silky smooth skin. Kate’s face flushed from such a wicked thought.

Another woman stood a few feet away from the one bound to the pole. She was in full dominatrix attire; thigh-high black leather boots with spiked heels, a black satin G-string revealing her beautifully firm ass, matching gloves that ran all the way up to her elbows, and a tight waist corset. The corset must have been at least a size too small because it pushed up her breasts making them appear larger than they actually were. Her dark hair fell past her waist and her lips were blood red against the paleness of her skin. She held a riding crop in her hand and didn’t hesitate to use it. Kate watched as she took the instrument and slapped it against the helpless blindfolded woman. First her tits, then her stomach, and then her already red little ass. The woman moaned every time the crop struck her body and Kate wondered if it was out of pleasure or pain. The dominatrix ordered her to be quiet. With each strike Kate became more and more aroused. Her nipples burned beneath her blouse.

To her right a woman held on to a steel pole hanging from above while her legs were spread stationary on the seat below. A man fucked her with a dildo. And she was coming. Kate heard her coming.

And there was more. A dark skinned woman was on the floor, on all fours, getting fucked from behind. Another guy lay underneath her, licking her pussy as she simultaneously sucked his rather large cock. Talk about a triple-decker sandwich. A couple of seats away sat a young man with his trousers pulled down, giving himself a hand job. Everywhere she turned someone was getting fucked and sucked.

Not one face acknowledged her. Not one pair of eyes looked her way. Everyone seemed to be submerged in pleasure.

Thinking this to be the sexiest dream she ever had, Kate didn’t want to wake just yet. The sounds and images were luring her in, as if she were watching a porno movie, except all the action happened right in front of her. If she wanted to just reach out and touch someone she could. Her pussy was throbbing. Her nipples were hard and aching. Watching all this fucking made her hungry for some action of her own. Kate lifted her skirt and began to finger through the folds of her pussy. She rubbed her clit with eyes transfixed on the big-breasted blonde in front of her. The man was still licking and sucking her. Kate imagined him licking and sucking her. She watched the woman’s expressions, her movements, and her moans. The smell of sex was intoxicating.

Drunk with desire and on the brink of coming, Kate noticed a man watching her. A very attractive man at first sight, with sandy hair falling past his shoulders, and piercing blue-gray eyes. The color reminded her of the ocean. His white button down shirt was opened exposing his smooth and hairless chest. He wore black slacks and pointy black shoes. He walked up to her, kneeled down, and gently moved her hands away from her pussy.

He looked at her the way a lover would and without any words spoken kissed her deeply. His hands teasingly slid up and down her thighs. She gasped, opening her mouth to his probing tongue. He sucked on her lips and sparks of desire surged through her body. All this time his hands stayed on her thighs, inching their way up ever so slowly. He then moved to her dark place and expertly fucked her with his fingers until she comes. Breathless and still unsatisfied, Kate takes control. She began to undress, shutting off her mind from everything around her, focusing entirely on her lust craving flesh. His mouth goes directly to her breasts. She arched her back slightly as he bit and sucked on her nipples. It stung like fire, but it felt so good. Kate pulled his pants down and pushed him onto the seat behind him. She got on top of him and without hesitation crashed down hard on his dick. She fucked him fast and hard in a wild display of passion. She comes screaming. He then took control and held tightly onto her ass. Together they moved at a much slower pace. He seemed to understand her urgency. Kate was completely lost in lust.

A man saw them from the shadowy depths of the train car. He was hard and ready to go. He wanted to join them. Without asking he walked up to Kate and began to fondle her breasts. He startled Kate at first but she let him continue. She didn’t even bother to turn around. Sometimes the unknown can be exciting. He told her to get on the floor and down on her knees. Kate obeyed. The sandy haired man helped her. As he slipped out of her she moaned. She got curious and tried to turn around but he commanded her not to do so. Kate obeyed. She knew how to be submissive.

On the floor Kate wondered about this mysterious man who brought her to her knees. Something in his voice excited her. Her pussy was still aching to be filled.

Positioning himself behind her the man pushed her down on all fours. Just when Kate realized what was about to happen he stuck his dick into her ass. She screamed. Then the sandy-haired guy she just fucked, whom she completely forgot about, got down on the floor too. He pulled her up onto her knees again, and with the other guy’s dick still inside her, he pushed his dick into her pussy and started fucking her again. Sandwiched together they moved in perfect symmetry. Kate is lost in both the pleasure and the pain, never feeling so full and so free. Both men vigorously thrust into her, rocking her back and forth. The man behind pulled on her hair. The man in front squeezed her nipples. Being manipulated in both places was amazing, unlike anything she ever felt before. When she came this time, her face was stained with tears.

The sound of the conductor announcing the train’s last stop made Kate jump out of sleep. She opened her eyes to an empty train car. Not a single person in sight. She felt like she had been sleeping for hours but her watch tells her only twenty minutes passed. Kate got up, straightened her skirt, and noticed the many creases. Her cheeks were flushed and she felt hot and sweaty all over. All at once the dream came flashing back. The images were relentless as she tried to focus on reality. She looked around the empty car half-expecting to see that sexy sandy haired man or the mysterious dominant man whose face still remains a mystery. No one is there.

Shaking her head she started laughing out loud came to the definite conclusion it was time to re-visit her social life. Stepping off the train she felt a coolness between her legs and wondered why she wasn’t wearing any underwear.