by Diaz,Nicola
For a second I thought about Clint, and I wondered if he had any idea how intense this client was with his requests. Did Clint want to see if I could really handle more daring sessions? Did he want to know if I was worth the money? I knew that I was, and I wanted him to be proud of me. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that my holes weren’t vibrating violently. I tried to imagine what it would be like to finally get out from the confines of the contraption. Then I took a deep breath and sighed as the men pressed the button for the foot bridge to eject.
They all stepped off the bride and the lights inside the casino got even dimmer. Much of the crowd in front of the roulette table had either dispersed or turned over to greet new faces. I sat inside the contraption and looked down, wishful that I’d soon have my feet once more on solid ground. Just as I completed my thought, I felt the contraption start to make its descent. I closed my eyes and then gripped the sides of my leather harness, making sure to steady myself as we dipped down. Then I looked around as we got toward the center of the casino, and let out a long, resounding exhale as we finally hit the bottom.
THE END
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Chloe’s First Menage
Chapter 1
Be careful, Heather, just be careful I remind myself
I juggle the piping hot cappuccino in one hand with three bags of luggage in the other as I carefully maneuver across the crowded platform at King's Cross Station. I glance up at the indicator board just to make sure I am on the right platform and catching the correct train. The last thing I need is ending up on the wrong train heading off into the middle of no man's land. Certainly not with the way I’m dressed and the with the contents of my luggage. Foolishly, I have ended up carrying over £1000 of jewelry and £500 in cash.
The thick air in the station is heavily polluted with the feverish sounds of passengers selfishly rushing past each other hoping to make their trains on time interlacing with the station announcements and the chitter chatter.
“The next train on Platform 3 is the 11:34 fast service to Newcastle” the voice from the tannoy system drowns every other sound on the platform.
I carefully maneuver myself onto to platform being careful not to spill or burn anyone with my steaming coffee. I look around and watch people from different backgrounds board the train.
I pull my handbag closer, making sure the valuable contents are close by.
I’m excited by the prospect of traveling up north. I’ve worked as a teaching assistant in London for over a year and was luckily offered the opportunity to attend a Teaching conference in Newcastle which would allow me to shadow some of the country’s best teachers and learn about the role. One may not be able to tell by my exterior but I am excited at the opportunity to progress into a teaching role and I jumped at the chance to attend the education conference at first mention.
Those looking at me would be more likely to mistake me for a college student than a teaching assistant. Despite my age of 24, I look like 19 years old. The large breasts that go with my thin frame portrays me as some sort of brunette bimbo that would spread her legs at the drop of a hat. Sometimes I prefer people, and men to underestimate me. It allows me the opportunity to wrap them around my finger with ease. They see me from the distance, busty young brunette and immediately bag me for an airhead
The inside of the train is suddenly a lot hotter than on the platform and I’m glad I wore minimal clothing today. I sneak a glance at myself in the train window’s reflection and tug my bright red skirt down a couple of notches. I smile at the side profile of my ass and tits, both protruding their large and curvy size on opposite ends of my body. I tug the bottom of my t-shirt, cup my heavy breasts and shuffle my bra to a slightly more comfortable position. The top of the t-shirt is painfully stretched to it’s limits by the sheer size of my tits. I look down at my chest and smile at my cleavage full on display for the world to see and gawp at. It’s too hot to wear any more clothing and certainly not appropriate to wear to a teacher’s conference. Once I get back to the hotel room, I will change into something that shows a little less skin and is a little less sexy.
I weave my way towards the center of the carriage look for my designated seat SEAT 5A. My outfit as usually garners a lot of male attention as they try to casually either peer down my top or up my skirt. Combined with a hint of smiles and men making their way for me, I love the fact I am able to manipulate the opposite gender in this fashion simply by the way I decide what to wear or what not to wear.
The announcer's voice punctures the air as he announces the train will be departing in 5 minutes. His voice travels the length of the carriage as he cycles through the intermediate stop, the final destination and our expected arrival time.
I quickly locate my empty seat, sitting opposite a slightly older lady, who flashes a warm smile towards my direction. I squeeze my way between two men into my seat and drop my luggage beside me.
I wrap both of my hands around the cup of coffee soaking in the warmth of the cup and take a deep breath. Deeply inhaling the strong morning aromas from the hot beverage, The familiar and homely smell of crushed Brazilian beans eases my tension and helps me relax.
The male passengers strain their necks as they walk past my seat as they try and catch a glimpse of my deep cleavage. It’s something I get a lot and I love it. My skin tone and my face betray my real age, although I am 24, to the outside world I look 19. And dressed in a fuck-me-hard outfit, the opposite sex can’t help but get constantly distracted. Particularly in the classroom. The teachers I work with are worse. But, since my split with my ex-boyfriend Brad a few years back. I’ve decided to focus solely on my studies. Don't get me wrong, the attention is not unwelcome, I’m just not going to spend precious hours in a relationship.
“Please stand clear of the closing doors” the announcer's voice from the tannoy system once again rises above the commotion in the train as he jerks the attention of all passengers.
I look down at my top and stare at the gap between my large breasts. No matter how much I tell myself to focus on my studies and leave men to one side. I just can’t help but miss the one thing me and Brad did well. The sex. The fucking mind blowing sex. He could be an absolute asshole sometimes but Brad knew just how to press the right buttons and send my pussy’s arousal into an unstoppable overdrive. But that distance. That distance from his cock. It has left me wanting to get well and truly fucked harder and harder, It makes it extremely difficult batting away the male attention. I know with a flash of my underwear and the right stroke, I could have three men eating out of the palm of my hand.
There is only so much longer I can hold out for. I know that eventually, I will have to succumb to the growing desires screaming between my hungry thighs. Nine months is a painfully long time to refrain from any sexual activity when my lifestyle prior would be one that would make a nymphomaniac explode with envy.
All of a sudden there is a loud commotion, it sounds like it's coming from both the front and rear of the train carriage. It’s louder than usual and the sounds puncture the air with it’s sharp grit. The train has started moving forward and we see the platform slowly fading away but the sounds very quickly become louder and louder.
Suddenly, there is a high pitched scream behind us followed by a huge thud hitting the ground. The passengers all turn around looking behind them and I watch as four men dressed wearing black pullover masks rampaging down the carriage. There are holes cut for their eyes and mouths. The four men are all dressed in black and are carrying empty large sacks. They quickly spread out across the carriage claiming their individual territory. Each of the men holds their respective fort of the carriage under control. It looks like this is some sort of robbery.
One of the men stands a few seats in front of me and suddenly starts waving a gun in the air “This is a fucking hold up ladies and gentlemen” he hovers the gun around in front pointing at no-one in particular “Empty your valuables into the bags in front of you, anyone that tries to resist will be shot”
Shit. I recognize the voice. I know him. The man with the gun. The fierce rage pulsating in his tone, the frighteningly controlled and paced manner in which he initiates his order. I know this man. But fuck. I can't pin down who it is.
As the man with the gun starts to wrestle a purse from a woman in front of him. One of the men behind my seat works his way towards me, collecting the valuables from the other willing yet clearly scared passengers. His eyes wander towards my chest and he hovers his pupils over my cleavage for a few seconds before he snaps back to reality. He shakes the bag in front of me signaling for my valuables. Fuck, my jewelry and my money.
I listen to the man’s voice in front as it’s familiarity travels the distance of the train. The depth of his voice, the huskiness, the way he strings his words together.
Shit, it can't be. Can it?
It can't be Jacob.
Dammit. Jacob was one of my ex-boyfriends before Brad. The robber has the same physique and I could never forget his voice.
When we were dating. Or should I say. When we were mindlessly fucking. Jacob was very secretive about his life, and he was always flush with cash. He would spoil me rotten. The finest jewelry. Expensive wine. Lavish holidays. He never told me what he did, but is this how he made his money?
I feel my thighs involuntarily clench together as my pussy muscles suddenly begin to stir, bringing themselves back to life. I feel a surge of arousal bolts through my core as my clit suddenly starts to itch for some attention. I don't know what it is. It may be the lack of sexual activity recently. It may be the fact that I am cornered by men that are willing to do anything they can to rob this train blind or maybe it’s the fact that my ex Jacob is inches away from my moistening pussy. Jacob, the man with the biggest cock I’d ever seen. I remember the first night I parted my legs for him. He struggled to fit his thick member inside my pussy. No matter how wet I was, he had to forcibly thrust his way into my pussy. I wouldn't call my pussy tight. But that night. My first night with Jacob, I felt like a virgin all over again.
And the sex.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
The sex was indescribable. Jacob jackhammered my pussy for hours on end. My poor clit was sore for days after.
I hear the voice again and now my pussy confirms it is him. If I can talk to him. If I can get through to him. I may be able to make it out of here unharmed and untouched. With my belongings intact. But I need to get to him first.
The robber in front of me shakes his bag harder showing his frustration and irritation. I need to get past him and in front of Jacob. I quickly stand up and try to shove my way past the robber but he is able to grab my arm tightly and holds me in place. The noise in the carriage stops as the other three robbers look directly at me as I helplessly struggle my way past the robber. He squeezes my arms tightly and then roughly shoves me forward into the center of the carriageway in front of Jacob’s feet.
I rub my arms and feel the sore imprint the robber left as he manhandled me. I look up and watch as the man who sounds like and is built like Jacob towers over my sprawled body. He simply looks down and smiles. My eyes. My eyes tell me it’s him. And he recognizes me. My pupils involuntarily travel down his torso and rests on his crotch. Fuck. My hunger for sex is taking over my thoughts, my emotions, everything. I look at his zipper, the craving itch between my legs is begging for the cock straining behind the zipper to belong to Jacob.
I feel the wetness forming in my panties and the scent of my arousal ascends into the air, past my nostrils and travels further up teasing Jacob’s nostrils. My eyes are fixated on the bulge forming beneath his jeans. Growing. Forming the familiar shape of the weapon he would use to tear my thirsty pussy apart.
The thoughts in my head begin to conflict with the desires of my pussy. I know I must take control of the situation. But I am torn between my actions. What is right? My pussy screams louder as it begs for me to releases itself from it’s sexual hiatus.
Chapter 2
The desires of my pounding pussy takes over my thoughts and I grab the top of Jacobs jeans and tug on his zipper. I slip my hand in and hunt around for his thick member. The caged monster is not hard to find. I pull it out from within his boxers and watch as the cock springs out of his jeans and spits a hint of pre-cum across my forehead. I sniff the pheromones oozing from his crotch as I stroke the thick veiny cock I have missed for so very long. The long shaft that knew exactly how to satisfy me. How to smash open my floodgates and fuck me senseless, thrashing through the endless waves of orgasms it unleashed.
At ten inches long. Jacob’s cock was a fucking beast. And he used it like one. I trace the length of his powerful penis and smile at Jacob as I pop the tip into my mouth. Jacob doesn't say a word. He just looks. And so does the rest of the shocked passengers in the carriage. They watch.
The tip of my tongue dances along the head of his cock as it teases the pre-cum from his shaft. I rub his entire head against the underside of my tongue and clutch his spear harder and I feel his cock slowly shiver in excitement. This always tickled Jacob.
I wrap my palms around all ten inches and start to gently pump his veiny tool while sucking him. It’s been a while since I had a cock this big and so I need to ease my warm mouth back into handling something this enormous and not rush into it.
Jacob clearly has other ideas. He places his hands on the back of my head and pushes my mouth further onto his cock and deeper into my oral opening. He begins to thrust in and out and he starts to face-fuck me. Using my mouth as his personal fuck hole. But I don't care. I’ve missed his cock. He thrusts deeper, violating a new inch of my mouth with every push. His dick continues to push deeper and deeper until it finds the back of my throat. At ten inches long, Jacob has a lot of cock to take in.
I submit to his control and my mouth becomes his toy as he continues to drill into my face with reckless abandon. Just like old times, Jacob’s aggressive nature takes ownership of my body and I submit to his huge beast.
I start to feel Jacob’s huge testicles tighten and jerk and I know he is seconds from exploding his man juices down my throat. But it’s not going to happen. Not yet. I pop his cock out of my mouth and pepper his tip with kisses.
I stand up and whisper in Jacob’s ear “I missed you Jacob”
His eyes roam all over my willing and horny body as he assesses what I am wearing. I know exactly what is going through his head at his time. My cleavage staring him in the face, my short skirt teasing the gold which lies beneath it. His throbbing cock pulsating in my palm tells me exactly what he wants. I feel a drip escape my panties and race down my thighs. My pussy is on fire and is now desperately gagging for his cock. Every single pair of eyes in this train is watching me right now and I want them to witness me become Jacob’s fuck-toy in front of their very own eyes.
My words escape in a whisper just loud enough for Jacob to hear “Why don't you fuck me right now in front of this train and then let me go free”
Jacob smirks “I’ll shred your tender pussy to pieces if you are ready to put on a show for me”
“What do you mean” I know. My pussy knows. We all know what he means but I want him to tell me.
Jacob clicks his fingers in the air and within seconds I feel my personal space torn away as the entire gang surrounds me.
The powerful smell of domination and aggression clouds the air between my legs and it grips tight onto my clit and squeezes, teasing my pussy as it pounds at its gates, pleading for release. The four men stare down at my horny and willing body, eyeing every
inch of the fuck-meat in front them.
Four men. A horny and sex-starved woman. A publicly enclosed space with an audience. We all knew what was next on the cards.
Chapter 3
“Take me” I purr into the air.
Jacob tugs me forward, grabs the top of my t-shirt and rips it apart without a second's thought. The feeble fabric is no match for his thick and brutish hands as it tosses the material away. The beast between my legs is pulsating violently against my wet panties as it begs to be fucked in front of the crowd, The air around me suddenly engulfs me in a cocktail of fear and arousal. I breathe in and savor the very smell from between my thighs that is stiffening the gang's cocks.
Suddenly I find my body becomes crowded as different hands and fingers roam it’s full landscape. One of the men quickly unclasps my bra and my heavy breasts breathe in the fresh air as they become fondled and squeezed. One of the men start tugging at my skirt and I feel it start to rip on the side. It’s torn quicker than my t-shirt was and discarded,