Keywords: Threesome (MMF), BDSM, Shared domination, Submissive female lead, Public teasing, Forced submission, Double penetration
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The train shuddered as it came to a stop at the main Junction. Zara adjusted the strap of her work tote bag, keeping her head low as more passengers flooded into the already packed car.
She hated rush hours because of the people, the place was always crowded and she hated crowded areas because of how exposed she felt seated in between strangers.
She found herself backed into the corner standing beside the exit door, the one without much space to breathe. It was the only place left. She exhaled, dragging her phone from her coat pocket, hoping the screen would distract her from the suffocation around her.
She felt a pressure behind her, someone was standing too close, much too close.
She shifted slightly, her shoulder grazing his clothes fabric, it felt like it was a suit, maybe? She didn't dare look uo. The crush of people made it difficult to move, it was normal for a morning bus to be crowded but this didn't feel normal. It felt as if he was leaning in intentionally.
Her heart picked up, she tilted her head the slightest bit and caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye.
He was tall, he put on a dark coat. She inched forward, only to find herself pressed against the closed train doors, they wasn't room for space to escape the stranger behind her and the stranger didn't move.
The next jolt of the train rocked her backward, straight against him. She froze, his hand came in contact with her waist steadying it, but it lingered for some minutes massaging her waist.
She turned to check if anyone was witnessing that but people were too busy with their phones and some their headphones blocking their hearing.
She turned around slightly to say something, maybe scream at him or snap but she didn't.
Zara's breath caught in her throat as she felt him grip her ass, she pretended to scroll through her phone. Her screen blurred. She couldn't even see what she was looking at.
A soft exhale brushed her hair as she felt his hot breath fanning her neck.
When the train screeched into the next station, she was jostled again, only this time, she didn't even try to move away, the way he shifted made it clear: he wasn't even trying to leave.
A new set of passengers entered, shoving her tighter against the stranger. She felt his thigh behind her, the flex of his leg, the hard line of his body. Then... He pressed her small frame to himself.
She barely realized what happened, one second she was standing, the next the crowd pushed her, and she stumbled backwards bouncing directly in his dick, her cellphone falling off her hand.
It was too crowded to regain her footing, her body shook as she felt his hard in directly in her mind ass, her knees trembled as they bent to pick up her cellphone.
Her ass wiggled his dick as she tired standing up lifting his dick up a bit from his free trousers. Her body stiffened as she realized what she had just done.
She stood frozen, still feeling his hard on rubbing beneath her ass trying to find her asshole, she rubbed against his dick as she felt the friction, she could feel herself licking wet.
No one could see what she was doing, she didn't actually care because she was feeling the heat between her legs, she was already aroused.
He stopped noticing that Zara was now enjoying it, she winced at the lost of contact, Zara turned to look back at him covering he mouth shyly.
She swallowed hard, her hands gripping her tote bag as she turned back quickly looking flushed, she didn't dare look at him again. Her thighs trembled as she pressed them together, desperate to suppress the heat blooming between them.
He could tell that she was in by the way her leg pressed together, her breathing grew shallow as he rubbed his dick again, stoping, rubbing it again and stopping.
He did that for sometimes earning silent whimpers from Zara, his hand rested on her hip steadying her. His other hand rested on her ass kneading them beneath her clothes.
She wondered if he knew she was hard or If he could feel how wet she was.
The train rocked again this time coming to a first stop, some passengers pulled out leaving the bus a little space.
He inhaled gently putting his fingers through the front of her work trousers.
She felt nervous thinking about the passengers in with them.
She allowed him put his palms in rubbing her pussy, he used her precum she was dripping to coat her vagina rubbing it slowly, slowly till she couldn't stop the moan that was coming out.
Some passengers turned to look at her as his hands fastly pulled from her trousers immediately.
"Can we continue at my hotel? It's close by here" He whispered in her ears.
Zara thought about going for her work interview but she still felt turned on and she enjoyed it, she nodded at him.
The taxi stopped discreetly, Zara jumped out with him, they made their way inside the hotel as the man walked in without greeting anyone.
What's surprising, the workers bowed to him.
He took her to a room immediately after locking the door, he pinned her to the wall.
Zara gasped as her back hit the cool surface, the air rushing from her lungs before she could form a word. His hand was already on her waist, he held it firm, pressing her against him.
She was still breathless but she didn't feel wet anymore, he looked into her eyes for the first time.
His fingers rose to brush her cheek, knuckles grazing her jaw before sliding down to her throat squeezing it firmly but gently, sensing the flutter of her pulse, he let go.
"You didn't say no," he murmured sucking her neck and her ears.
Zara's lips parted, but no words came out, her body curled as he sucked her earlobes.
He pulled away from her neck, leaned in and placed his lips on hers as he sucked on the lower lips, his teeth grazing her lips as he moved back.
His breath mingled with hers as he ran his hand slowly down the front of her blouse, unbuttoning them slowly.
After unbuttoning, his knuckles grazed the swollen nipples of her breasts as the pink nipples begged for attention.
She shivered, her fingers clenching the hem of his cloths.
He stopped pulling of his coat revealing a charcoal button-down shirt beneath, tailored to his muscular frame.
He dropped it on the armchair without a glance.
Zara stood frozen, her chest heaving, her shirt hanging open, she couldn't hide how fast her heart was racing and how badly she still wanted his hands on her.
"Strip," he said, his voice commanded calmly.
Her throat tightened as she stared dumbfounded.
He stepped closer again, slower this time, his hand found her hip and pulling her shirt fully open, his eyes dragging across every inch of revealed skin. Then, deliberately, he tugged the tote bag from her shoulder and dropped it to the floor.
Her lips trembled as she unfastened her short button, her fingers trembling slightly, but she didn't stop. She slid the zipper down and let the fabric hang loose at her hips.
"Take them off." He commanded.
She obeyed pulling the trousers around her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving herself in nothing but her panties.
He let out a low hum.
"Turn around."
Zara turned, slowly, she could hear his belt unbuckle behind her. The sound alone sent a fresh wave of heat through her thighs. Her breath came quicker. She didn't look back.
His hand came to rest between her shoulder blades, warm and heavy.
"You feel that?" he asked, pressing his dick against her ass, she could feel how hard he was. She vibrated feeling his dick stroke her asshole and his fingers dancing on her clit.
"Yes," she whispered answering his earlier question.
"And you still want this?"
"I do," she whispered without hesitation. "I... I want it." She breathed out as he teased her with his dick.
She closed her eyes, feeling the arousal, then without warning, he turned her back around and kissed her hard.
Her body melted into his as he pushed her toward the bed, lips never leaving hers, his body collided with Zara again and again as hands explored her empty body.
"Would you like to see my gun?" He asked and she nodded without thinking.
He stepped back just far enough to undo his own belt, then slid his trousers low over his hips.
Zara's breath caught as he was about to pull them down entirely,
The hotel door clicked opened, Zara turned toward the sound as another voice entered the room, "You started without me."