Stolen Panties and a Quick Fuck in the Train

When I stirred awake, shaken gently by my friend Claire, I was sprawled across the hotel bed, stark naked. My skin was coated in a crusty layer of dried cum, and the sheets beneath me were a mess of stains, reeking of last night’s chaos…

It wasn’t until later, piecing together hushed whispers, that I learned what had gone down. Apparently, Jake and Connor, along with their rowdy crew, had stumbled into our room with Claire and Megan. Seeing me passed out, one of the guys had joked that I looked too “vulnerable” to be left like that. So, they took it upon themselves to strip me bare. Claire and Megan swore they’d ducked into the bathroom for just a moment, but in that time, the guys had flipped me over, peeled off my clothes, and things spiraled. One of them, emboldened by the haze of the night, had climbed on top of me while I slept, thrusting into me as the others watched, stroking themselves until they painted my body with their release, leaving me there like some twisted trophy…

Humiliated yet oddly electrified, I stumbled to the shower, scrubbing away the evidence. I packed my bags in a daze, knowing we had to catch the morning train home after a quick breakfast. Time wasn’t on our side.

On the train, Claire and Megan spilled more details about the night, their voices a mix of glee and disbelief. Their words sparked a shameful heat in me, my body betraying me with a flush of arousal even as I cringed at the thought of being so exposed. I hadn’t asked for it, but the image of those strangers using me as their fantasy haunted me in a way that made my pulse race…

Megan: “Yo, Lauren, you’re totally into this, aren’t you? Your nipples are giving you away!”

The girls in our compartment erupted in laughter, and I sank lower in my seat, cheeks burning. But deep down, the idea of being their object of desire kept my nerves alight. I bit my lip, letting their teasing roll over me like a wave.

Eventually, my bladder demanded attention, but I also craved a moment alone to chase the heat still simmering inside me. In the train’s tiny bathroom, I slid my drenched panties off, tossing them into the sink. I propped one foot on the toilet, spreading my thighs wide, my shirt bunched up above my breasts. My fingers found my slick folds, circling my clit with urgent need, my breaths coming in sharp gasps as I chased release. I was so lost in the rhythm of my own pleasure that I didn’t hear the door creak open — I’d forgotten to lock it fully. A broad, stocky guy stood there, his eyes wide, drinking me in.

I didn’t notice him at first, too consumed by the electric pulses building inside me. His voice broke through my haze, low and teasing, snapping me back to reality as I met his leering grin…

Stranger: “Well, damn, need some help with that…?”

Before I could protest, he wedged himself into the cramped space, clicking the door shut. His thick fingers closed around one of my breasts, squeezing with a rough hunger that made me gasp. I should’ve pushed him away, but my body was already too far gone, aching for more. He grabbed my other breast, kneading them both, his thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples before pinching them hard. The sharp sting melted into pleasure, pulling a low moan from my throat.

He crushed his lips against mine, his tongue invasive, claiming. The tight bathroom left no room to move; my back slammed against the cold wall as he pressed his bulk into me. One hand slid down my stomach, brushing my fingers aside to take over. His thick digits explored my dripping pussy, curling inside me, stroking my inner walls with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my knees buckle. I whimpered into his mouth, my hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

Then I felt it — the hot, blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance. He dragged it through my folds, teasing my clit, coating himself in my wetness. The sensation was maddening, each slow glide pushing me closer to the edge until I couldn’t take it anymore…

“Please… fuck me… I need you inside me…” I gasped, my voice raw with want.

He didn’t need convincing. With a grunt, he spun me around, bending me over the toilet, my hands gripping the rim for balance. My ass arched toward him, exposed, vulnerable. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and lined himself up. The first thrust was slow, stretching me as his thick cock sank deep, filling me completely. I moaned, loud and unrestrained, the sound echoing in the tiny space.

Stranger: “Fuck, you’re tight… you love this, don’t you, you filthy little thing?”

He pulled back, then slammed into me again, harder this time, his cock hitting deep, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. I cried out, my body rocking forward with each thrust…

“Oh… yes… harder… please…”

His pace quickened, relentless, his hips slapping against my ass as he drove into me. Each thrust was a claim, stretching me, owning me. My breasts bounced with the force, my nipples grazing the cold porcelain of the toilet, adding sparks of sensation. His hands roamed, one sliding up to pinch my nipple again, the other slipping between my legs to rub my clit in tight, fast circles. The dual assault was overwhelming, my body a live wire, every nerve screaming. My moans turned to desperate whimpers, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge until I shattered, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as I trembled, gasping for air.