CapnRick(dom male)
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1 year ago •
Dec 22, 2022
1 year ago •
Dec 22, 2022
We lived in Greater Boston, and rode the MTA to work. My gf Sharon had once told me that the idea of being felt up on the crowded subway by a large stranger was an arousing near daily fantasy for her..
I thought about it for weeks, and was aroused each time I thought of my deliciously thin girl being physically molested, as I knew she fantasized about on her morning commute.
So I recruited Steve, who was 6'3" and burly, to help me out. I explained Debbie's CNC fantasy, and told him he could cop feels of her breasts if he played it well. "What's not to like?," he said.
One Wednesday morning when the train was to be packed, we followed her on, me hiding in a hoodie behind her and Steve's red beard making him look like a hungry Viking just in front of her.
We'd gone only one stop, when Steve turned suddenly in front of her, giving her a lustful glance and pushed the end of a silk scarf through her legs under her skirt... I was behind her and grabbed the end of the scarf. He growled right into her face --" Scream and you will be hurl, girlie!"
I couldn't see her face but felt her whole body tense. Then as agreed, Steve and I pulled up on the scarf, essentially rucking up her skirt and pinning her in a wedgie.. "NO, please don't!," she breathed. I felt we were pulling hard enough that the scarf was opening her lips and pressing a huge camel toe in her panties. No one in the packed car could see what was happening.
Steve loomed over her, and growled in her ear. "Girlie, we know you have five stops before your stop. If you give up a cum before your stop, you can get off and go to work as if nothing happened. But if you resist at all, or fail to cum, I will hurt you after I make you miss your stop!" the we began a seesaw motion with the scarf between her legs, unseen by other passengers in the tight packed subway car.
"Better play with those nice nipples, girlie, and get yourself off...only 4 stops to go!" Steve growled menacingly. I could see him enjoying his Viking pirate role, and see Sharon's fearful look around, seeking help.
"Don't try to get help--I will hurt you before anyone can help," he growled, with his free hand pressing his car key into her side like a knife blade..
Unbelievably, Sharon shuddered, closed her eyes and reached inside her coat to grasp a breast and pinch her nipple. Fear pumped adrenalin through her, she swayed with the car as we seesawed the scarf back and forth over sex and Steve growled obscene encouragement.
Just before her stop, her legs turned to rubber, she gasped in orgasm and mumbled to Steve, "Please, I did it, I came and you promised.."
I dropped the scarf behind her, and Steve reeled it in as the train braked for her stop. Steve looked over her head at ,e, grinned a huge grin and said,
"God, he is hot, Buddy--but she is now all yours!"
He turned and exited the car as I wrapped Sharon in my arms and said though my hoodie, "Yes, Sharon you are mine and I love you and I love making your fantasy come true.!"
Her reaction? Well, I carried the bruise for a week, but it was worth it later that evening when she go home....
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