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She Never Expected
Emily reached for her phone and looked at the screen. There were three messages from her fiancé. She settled into her seat as she waited for the train to depart from Peterborough as she made her way home to the pretty medieval city of York.
She stretched a little, feeling tired at the end of a busy week. She had commuted each day for the past few months, travelling to her job teaching at a Peterborough school and looking forward to the end of the school year when she planned to find a new post closer to her new home.
Emily read the messages from David,
“Hey, did you feed Flossy this morning, she’s acting like she hasn’t been fed all morning”
“Love you, I can’t wait to spend another weekend with just the two of us making our house into the perfect home”
“Hey, why don’t I meet you at the station and we’ll go for dinner in York”
Emily pulled the small plastic tray down in front of her and took her headphones and book from her bag, she leaned towards the window, pushing back in her seat. The daylight quickly fading as the window of the train turned into an almost perfect mirror.
She replied to her messages, “Yeah I fed her this morning, dinner sounds nice, I don’t want to be out late though.”
She reached for her airpods and listened to some music, a selection of favourite songs from her teens, but the sounds of the train filtered through. Broken segments of conversations and the familiar clack and sway as the train moved over the tracks.
She opened her book and settled into the .
Her book was the of an undercover police officer, called Sarah. She was in her mid thirties and after a difficult couple of years and a divorce had thrown herself into her work and undertaken an undercover assignment. The followed how she had infiltrated a Manchester based criminal gang and had become ually involved with it’s leader Lloyd.
To start with the had been more of a thriller, luring the reader in with tense and captivating scenes. Perfectly written detail that had made it easy for the reader to imagine the pressure that Sarah had felt as she became more and more involved with the gang. But as the progressed, the erotic scenes became more and more detailed, increasingly graphic and intense.
Emily glanced around the carriage as she read, hoping that no one could catch a glimpse of the words on her page. She bit her lip slightly and took a slow breath as she read the description of Sarah crouching in the passenger side foot well of Lloyds van and taking his cock into her mouth as one of his accomplices drove along the busy stretch of motorway. Emily could imagine the power that Lloyd now had over Sarah and how she had become conflicted. Originally playing a role but now her feelings for Lloyd and the power he had over her was real. Emily could imagine the excitement she felt as Lloyds thick hard cock filled her mouth. Knowing that there were drugs and three more gang members in the back of the van. A few moments earlier Lloyd had leaned over to Sarah, who was then sat next to him and whispered, “This shit makes me too horny, I need you to suck it.”
Obediently and without question she had slipped off her seat belt and slid to his feet. Her hands had eagerly released his cock from his jeans and her lips had wilfully captured the swollen head of his penis.
As Sarah moved her lips over his cock, intent on satisfying him in any way she could, she had one thought. She was already imagining what he would do to her later. The intensity she would feel when he fucked her. She knew how horny he would be after having his cock sucked with his friend sat so close. How he would have loved to see her lips on his cock as they drove past hundreds of cars. How he wouldn’t even care if anyone had seen them.
The first time he had fucked her, she had felt nothing so intense or powerful in her entire life. His grip on her body. The power of his! The way he had pulled her arms back and driven his cock into her again and again. Her inability to think. Her inability to act. Her inability to do anything other than let him take her. Barely able to breathe. His body controlled her and his cock consuming her. Orgasms gripping her as though her whole body had cramp, her body shaking, tense, shuddering as he moved her from one position to another. Powerful violent thrusts, his cock assaulting her delicate pussy. The way he fucked her should have made her run, it should have made her scream or escape, but it didn’t. It made her want more.
Sarah knew that Lloyd would be hard again, just minutes after he filled her mouth with semen. That he would want her. That he would pull her into a room, he wouldn’t care where or what the room looked like and he would fuck her. Her instinct had told her that the second time he fucked her would feel less intense that he couldn’t possibly repeat the intense passion that she had first felt, but she was wrong. Each time he fucked her, it was more powerful, more intense. Her body would orgasm uncontrollably, she would moan, scream, gasp for air desperately as he sent overwhelming waves of pleasure pulsing through her shaking body.
Suddenly Emily gasped. She looked around the carriage hoping that nobody had noticed, her fingertips trembling slightly. Fuck. She breathed deeply. Almost gasping for breath. She had become consumed in her and oblivious to her surroundings. Oblivious to her surroundings and oblivious to the effect the words were having as she read. Her skin was coated with sweat, her heart racing, her mind swirling, a feeling of weakness in her limbs, her nipples hard. Fuck. She was wet.
Emily placed the book down and attempted to listen to her music, trying to zone in and focus on each word. Trying hard to distract herself from her thoughts, but as the train rocked, the seat trembling against her wet sensitive pussy her mind swirled. Visions of Lloyd and Sarah filling her every thought, Emily’s imagination continuing from where she had stopped reading. She could picture his cock. The size, the thickness, hardness, the taste, how it would pulse as she sucked it, how the skin would roll back and reveal the shiny perfect head as she took it into her mouth.
Emily reached for her book again, unable to resist, allowing herself to read just one more page. Her own body now reacting to every word.
Sarah knelt between Lloyds powerful thighs, his swollen cock filling her mouth, her eyes closed as she fell into a world of pleasure, worshiping the cock that she knew would turn her into a ruined, shaking mess as soon as he decided to fuck her.
Emily continued to read. She read how Lloyd inevitably filled Sarah’s willing mouth with semen. How Sarah sat back into her seat and swallowed his hot thick cum and how, in what appeared to be an impossibly short period of time, she glanced over to see a noticeable swollen bulge in Lloyds trousers once again. He leaned over to her and whispered,
“I know that pussy is wet and desperate to be fucked”
Sarah moaned at his words and as she did Emily felt a gasp of breath leave her body.
Emily continued to read, picturing every word. Lloyd gripping Sarah and pulling her into a room away from his accomplices, pushing her against the wall and kissing her hard as his hand pushed into her knickers. Her pussy instantly wet as he kissed her deeply. Her back pushed hard against the cold rough brick wall. Emily read how Sarah’s feet had parted, how she had wrapped herself around him as her body became consumed. Her first orgasm building before Lloyd had even released his cock. Emily read how Sarah had whimpered, occasional thoughts of rejecting his advances, knowing that an undercover officer should never participate in . Knowing that she should never fuck a criminal, but knowing that she would. Knowing that she would desperately fuck him in any way he wanted.
Emily placed the book down again, she was breathing deeply, her whole body consumed by the words. Her thighs pressed together hard. Each breath she took filling her with deep satisfying pleasure. She glanced at the window, looking back at herself.
“Oh My God.”
Breathing even deeper, the pressure building between her thighs. Fuck. She was on the edge.
“Just relax”
The voice took Emily by surprise. She looked to her side to see a man sat next to her. He was smartly dressed, probably in his fifties with silver hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a suit and a tie and spoke in a soft Irish accent. His words hushed, so quiet that she could hardly hear them, but somehow each one was just loud enough that she heard them all.
She watched as he smiled, her book was in his hands. She wanted to shout, to scream,
“What the fuck are you doing,”
but she didn’t.
“Just relax and listen,”
his instructions speaking to her body as much as they were speaking to her mind.
He continued to read the at almost exactly the place where she had stopped. His soft Irish words flowing into her mind, filling her body. Her eyes closed as she continued to imagine the scene. The vision even more intense. The pictures building in her mind. Lloyd’s powerful muscular body, pinning Emma to the wall with ease. His fingertips bringing her to orgasm before he released his thick swollen cock and rubbed the head over her clit. Spending a few moments teasing her clit as she gasped before filling her. Her pussy eager to feel him again. Her legs wrapping around him as he lifted her from the floor. Her body gripping his. His cock penetrating her easily. Deeply. Powerfully. her hard. Sarah’s body thrusting up and down, jolting and slamming onto his cock as he lifted her into the air before driving into her again. Her pussy filled again and again, his thick rock hard cock making her spasm and gasp. Her hands gripping his body, her nails clawing at his neck, trying to hold on to his strong powerful body. Trying to keep some composure as he fucked her exactly as she wanted.
The strangers words and soft Irish voice were filling Emily with need, her body now consumed. She opened her eyes once more, looking into his, almost pleading.
“Please, I can’t,”
she whispered breathlessly.
The Irish stranger smiled again, looking into her eyes as though trying to read her soul. He bent down and took a smart looking coat from the space below his seat. Unfolded it and placed it over Emily’s thighs, covering her legs and hiding them from view.
He continued to read, continued to describe how Sarah orgasmed again and again, fucked hard against the wall, then the floor, how he bent her over and took her hard from behind, pulling back on her arms as his cock destroyed her desperate cunt. As the stranger read he reached for Emily’s hand, his hand sitting on top of hers, guiding her hand beneath his coat. Guiding her hand over her thighs. Her hand resting on her thigh for a moment as he unfastened her trousers. His hand moving back to hers, guiding her hand into her knickers. His hand pressing on hers as her fingers became wet. His fingers running over hers as her fingertips slipped between her slick silky lips. She looked into his eyes as he guided her fingers into her. Their hands hidden by his coat, her fingers now in her pussy as his fingers rubbed her clit. Then she sat up a little in her chair, almost unable to breathe as he pushed a finger alongside hers. His finger next to hers, filling her pussy as he set the pace. Both their hands working together, their fingers her rhythmically as the train swayed, the busy carriage almost completely hidden from her thoughts. Her mouth falling open, her body tense. He continued to read, painting picture after picture in her mind. Visions of Lloyd Sarah hard as Emily’s pussy spasmed around their fingers, coating them with her precious juices. She gasped to keep control of her voice as her body gave in, her pussy releasing her orgasm as she bit hard on her lip attempting not to alert the whole train to her intense release. Her body shaking. Her mind swirling. Hands trembling. She sat in her seat. Almost unable to move as the stranger buttoned her trousers for her. She sat stunned unable to believe what had happened.
The train stopped, she looked out of the window at the familiar station. “Fuck,”
she muttered as she realised it was York. Hurriedly she grabbed her belongings and pushed past the Irish stranger to exit the train.
“Excuse me,”
the voice was familiar, but louder this time, loud enough for everyone on the carriage to hear.
“Excuse me, but you forgot your book.”
Emily turned, feeling her cheeks flush as she awkwardly took a few steps back towards him, avoiding eye contact as he handed her the book.
“Thank you,”
she muttered, almost too embarrassed to speak as she turned to exit the train.
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