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That jolly giant, that miraculously is able to traverse the entire world in 24 hours, delivering gifts and holiday cheer. To all those who would mail in their wish list up to the North Pole, for him to check his list…to see whether they have been Naughty or Nice? Rewarding all of the 'Nice' children get most, if not all, of their requested toys and gifts. While those were bad…bad, Naughty, and disrespectful kids were rewarded only with coal to fill their stalkings! Then there was his malicious, vicious and often cruel cousin, The Krampus! His demonic alter ego that terrorizes those worst offenders when Mr. Clause is busy attending to the mandatory holiday responsibilities.

Like all things in the world, the stories, fables and myths we're told is only a fraction of the Truth. Most of the magic of the past, and the forgotten histories of what came before us have been lost to the veil of time and progress. Cultures adapt and change over time, with the newer generations moving away from the cherished traditions of yore. The youngest always believe in Santa blessing with presents for behaving all year. By the time their adolescents…they think they're smart enough to figure out that the parents and family are Santa. By the time their adults, it's just a fun story to tell kids to make the holidays more special…right?

Smartphones, declining faith, economic recession—things aren't as simple as they used to be. Someone would have gotten a video or photo of Santa by now. Doesn't matter if he's magical or not…there would have been a red blur photographed somewhere. Less people celebrating the holidays, decorating and embracing the spirit of the season. Then by the time you're a young adult with friends and starting to make money…you realize how much the holidays can really cost.

But then again…for young, hot and horny "professionals" who are monetizing their youth, tight curves and bodies to make the most of the digital economy. The last two months of the year were big months for camgirls and professional solo starlets. So many themes, you stack up the new wishlist for all your fans—shop around for the sluttiest new costumes. It's a nice time of the year to be a Naughty Girl.

Times indeed do change. While milk and cookies might have done the trick for the last century or two…Santa's changed his mind on what he wants to do on Christmas Eve. Traditions can change on both sides you see. After all, after all that hard work…shouldn't Santa be rewarded? Mrs. Claus certainly performs her wifely duties…but Santa deserves something a little more special from time to time, surely?

Mrs. Claus was the first to notice it actually. How the top 10% of the Naughty list had only been lewd whores for the past couple of decades. And the last few years? Some of the nastiest young woman she's ever seen. Not that they were terrible people, but they were certainly being perversely naughty every day for money has some consequences.

What's the expression these kids say now-a-day? "Work hard, and play harder?"

Taking a page out of his cousin's book, and doing some self-indulgence this year: by kidnapping the Naughtiest Girl in the World. Santa's bigger than you think in all regards, he's over 7 feet tall, 14 inch cock that's wrapped in a lattice of bulging veins. All sitting on top of oversized testicles. Those balls can spit out an ocean of sperm, with him getting especially backed up leading up to the Big Day. He's going to kick back relax, take his new sexual toy for a ride all night long. Enough cum seeping out of every hole and orifice to leave a sticky trail of every where they've been.

Did you know the North Pole is only closed between Christmas and New Years? Santa will let everyone play test the newest and hottest toy of the season. If she behaves, she can start the New Year back at home. If she's a bit too bratty to Mrs. Claus's liking…then she can be the bitch for the Elves and Reindeer for the next 360 days of the year…



I'm looking to write out a version or two of the vague idea above! This is very much an open-ended idea that is intended to work at more 100% consensual and fun levels, all the way down to the most violent and depraved. For the sake of simplicity, I'll break down the main things I'm looking for the Con, Dub-Con, and Non-Con approaches.


All of these, will have the main overarching themes and kinks. I want Santa to be massive in every way, for some sexy sizeplay. I want him to be over 7 feet tall, hulking, and massive. I very much intend for Santa to have hyperspermia, with the bulk of the sexual escapades that I have planned being them traveling the world, and fucking throughout the night. So some elements of public nudity and exhibitionism, sneak-fucking and getting caught by other adults or parents.

While I want Santa to be a mostly jovial, and light-hearted character, but he'd be sexual deviant still. Choking, hard fucking, fingers in the mouth, general degradation, spanking, and punishments. I do want to have an emphasize on cumplay, bukkake, and anything creatively possible with semen. It will be cascading off YC's face in thick sheets of slime. Whatever doesn't getting blown away by the wind, will dry quickly with the layers slowly caking up. She should be unrecognizable by the time the night is over.

On a long enough terms with a partner, I'd love to have scene of them back at the North Pole. The levels of kinkiness would extend to how Mrs. Claus, The Elves, and other creatures of the North Pole would treat her.



Santa's Favorite Suckslut Streamer:
Consensual, cute, fun, sexy slutty and flirty vibes.

You're the hottest egirl of the quarter. Fast rising starlet who has a talent for deepthroating the longest and fattest of dildo. Brutalizing her throat daily, with her just being a gym bunny maintaining the best physique she can. Implants and other filler type things are optional, but not necessary. Basically the hottest, and sluttiest girl next door vibes. Because of your dominance of OnlyFans recently, you've jokingly crowned yourself 'The Naughtiest Girl in the World'.

Your other egirl friends have been making lewd and tasteless jokes about how Santa is going to show up looking to get Milked. You're streaming on Christmas Eve, when you hear a sound and your bedroom door opens up revealing Santa Claus' mind boggling stature. He tells you that you're at the top of the naughty list, and you need to come with him. Not before showing your fans what you can do to Santa's colossal cock and balls first, only after giving her fans the show of a lifetime, then they depart on the stickiest adventure across the night sky.

YC would be eagerly streaming whenever they were in the sleigh showing off to everyone how lucky she is getting to be Santa's Sexiest Suckslut.



The Festive Fuckdoll:
Dub-con, more spanking, punishments, hate-fucking, orgasm denial, and bondage elements, christmas lights, tinsel, piercings.

Essentially the same as above getting roughed up plenty. Santa wasn't asking he was demanding, and you better say, 'Yes. Mr. Claus' followed by 'Thank You, Mr. Claus'. He's not entirely outwardly maliciously evil, but he's not holding back either.



The Worthless Whore:
Full non-con, beatings, abuse, sexual exhaustion, blood, ruined holes, prolapsing, filthy, puke and toilet kinks. This is for people who want to see how deep the waters can get.

This also could be a setting for Krampus, or homeless people to replace Santa.
 
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Looking for some sort of sensory deprivation, living clothing, mind-break style game. Literate to adv. lit only.
 
This is going to be a sleazy, dark, and brutal cyberpunk setting. It's going to be wet, hyper-violent, and loud. Looking to play an Adam Smasher/Robocop/Terminator type juggernaut who's rampaging through countless high power female executives, beating them to death, ripping their limbs off, and fucking their bleeding bodies or corpses depending on whether or not they endure the punishment. Anyone unfortunate enough not to perish, and with a pulse would be swept up into a bucket by the Trauma Team, and their mangled torsos would be hauled away, and turned into breeding stocks. Maimed, faceless, and bio-mechanical nightmares of pulsating blood and flesh spitting out new genetically engineered male stock to repopulate the repressed male population.

I want gore, guts, and grit. Looking for plenty of toilet play in this world as well.

It can be NightCity, or any of the famous examples from literature. The gist is over the last several centuries the woes and ills of society flipped and flopped between Corporate Wars, to Class Warfare, Government Overreach, to the Multinational Collusion and Conspiracies.

The world would have undergone a transformation where the 'Patriarchy' would have been attempted to be snuffed out by a militant force of Radical Feminists. Men would be reduced and diminished in society. Making up only 13% of the world population, with only 7% able to reproduce. Woman were dominating in every sector after centuries of the Fem World Order. Men still existed in high end parts of society, and held ceremonial roles on boards and in positions of power. Most were in positions of labor, and seen as a resource. Vast breeding facilities and robots could engineer perfect genomes, and maintain their sacred 13/87 ratio of men to woman.

I'm looking to play a mechanically enhanced super specimen named Andrew who's going to break the world free of the Fem World Order, and turn the luxury cunts of the world into the meat-based breeding stock the Patriarchy was built on. They don't mind being outnumber 9 to 1 woman to men ratio across the world. Just looking to flip the pyramid on it's head.

This is a rough idea, I want it to be literate, detailed and dripping with as much detail as your characters will be dripping with blood and cum. Lots of snuff, violence, and robot fucking, ripping through flesh depositing boiling hot sperm into woman.
 
Cyberpunk setting, snuff, all the blood, ample guts, breaking every bone twice, industrial strength fucking, boiling hot cum and oil, and breeding meatsacks.
You should be limitless, generally able to GM and be literate at least.
Across the world, there had been a movement of radical, militant feminist promising to upend the Patriarchy. It started out gender on gender propaganda that varied within the various castes of society. It was seen as an emerging movement with some respectable critiques and philosophies. Never was it taken too seriously. There was a several generations of women obtaining the highest level of employment within Military organizations, National Governments, and in the most Prominent technology conglomerates. Nothing seemed amiss, but by the time the Woman started to make their moves, the Men were already too many steps out of sync in this asymmetric war that was about to take place.

The cruel feminist reign had only been successful through a unique opportunity of military, technological, and networking innovations. Advanced Quantum tech existed in the most wealthy of nations and companies. Woman managed to leverage 9 of the 13 supercomputers in the world, creating the smoke screen they needed. They crippled the 5 supercomputers first, established their battle plans, and enacted them flawlessly.

Their Revolution happened overnight, it wasn't all that violent, managing to plainly out maneuvered via numbers, troops, and microprocessors. There were some full fledged wars that burned only a few days, and those places found their men all but entirely wiped out, and any survivors taken as prisoners of war. Only after they took control would they destroy the machines that allowed for their global coup. It was send them back centuries in quantum progress, but they had managed to do the impossible, kill the Patriarchy. Things would be drastically worse for men, but despite it being a 'dark age' it was more or less the same. Creating programs and systems for woman to stay valuable despite after only a few generations outnumbers men 9 to 1.

Breeding robots would replace men, allowing woman to genetically engineer their idealized sperm specimens in the lab. Men still existed in ceremonial positions on company boards, and still were an essential part of society. They were given these rights and privileges, in which they worked for their lifestyle and semblance of freedom. Men in this caste were all sterilized naturally. Men within the lowest castes would be denied cybernetics, or anything that could potentially give them an advantage. They would have their testicles in tact just for allowing them to be better beasts of burden.

In overturning the Fem World Order, it started out as a rebellion of disenfranchised men in the lowest caste of society. All it would take would be a single angry woman, to defect to the side of Man. It didn't matter how she was disgraced, but she would be the sole reason that Projekt Patriarchy came into existence. She wanted to see these self-righteous cunts all be destroyed…violently, brutally, and turned their mangled bodies into breeding stock of nightmarish bio-mechanical vessels.

She'd create Andrew Wombbreaker, a hulking behemoth of a man that she secretly created via their breeding protocols. Only then was he enhanced and turned into a living weapon, that could withstand orbital drops into sky-scrappers, endure full Corpo armies, just to get to the first bitch who'd be transformed into the gurgling, oozing breeding vessel.
Ideally this could go two ways, with this idea either being played out with myself as Andrew WB, hulking through a building to find his sole target. Beat her bloody, crushing her and leaving her on the brink of life. Just for the Misogyny Medteam, to land before she flatlines, pump her full of chemicals, and pull her away for the sadistic Director Judith to turn the mass of flesh into the first vessel.

OR, it's a fast and furious snuff fest of the juggernaut killing most of his victims, and using his mechanical piston of a cock, to bash through her organs, and drop boiling oil and genetically engineered cum into helpless victims.
 
Cyberpunk setting, snuff, all the blood, ample guts, breaking every bone twice, industrial strength fucking, boiling hot cum and oil, and breeding meatsacks.

You should be limitless, generally able to GM and be literate at least. Reach out to me via messages.

Across the world, there had been a movement of radical, militant feminist promising to upend the Patriarchy. It started out gender on gender propaganda that varied within the various castes of society. It was seen as an emerging movement with some respectable critiques and philosophies. Never was it taken too seriously. There was a several generations of women obtaining the highest level of employment within Military organizations, National Governments, and in the most Prominent technology conglomerates. Nothing seemed amiss, but by the time the Woman started to make their moves, the Men were already too many steps out of sync in this asymmetric war that was about to take place.

The cruel feminist reign had only been successful through a unique opportunity of military, technological, and networking innovations. Advanced Quantum tech existed in the most wealthy of nations and companies. Woman managed to leverage 9 of the 13 supercomputers in the world, creating the smoke screen they needed. They crippled the 5 supercomputers first, established their battle plans, and enacted them flawlessly.

Their Revolution happened overnight, it wasn't all that violent, managing to plainly out maneuvered via numbers, troops, and microprocessors. There were some full fledged wars that burned only a few days, and those places found their men all but entirely wiped out, and any survivors taken as prisoners of war. Only after they took control would they destroy the machines that allowed for their global coup. It was send them back centuries in quantum progress, but they had managed to do the impossible, kill the Patriarchy. Things would be drastically worse for men, but despite it being a 'dark age' it was more or less the same. Creating programs and systems for woman to stay valuable despite after only a few generations outnumbers men 9 to 1.

Breeding robots would replace men, allowing woman to genetically engineer their idealized sperm specimens in the lab. Men still existed in ceremonial positions on company boards, and still were an essential part of society. They were given these rights and privileges, in which they worked for their lifestyle and semblance of freedom. Men in this caste were all sterilized naturally. Men within the lowest castes would be denied cybernetics, or anything that could potentially give them an advantage. They would have their testicles in tact just for allowing them to be better beasts of burden.


In overturning the Fem World Order, it started out as a rebellion of disenfranchised men in the lowest caste of society. All it would take would be a single angry woman, to defect to the side of Man. It didn't matter how she was disgraced, but she would be the sole reason that Projekt Patriarchy came into existence. She wanted to see these self-righteous cunts all be destroyed…violently, brutally, and turned their mangled bodies into breeding stock of nightmarish bio-mechanical vessels.

She'd create Andrew Wombbreaker, a hulking behemoth of a man that she secretly created via their breeding protocols. Only then was he enhanced and turned into a living weapon, that could withstand orbital drops into sky-scrappers, endure full Corpo armies, just to get to the first bitch who'd be transformed into the gurgling, oozing breeding vessel.
Ideally this could go two ways, with this idea either being played out with myself as Andrew WB, hulking through a building to find his sole target. Beat her bloody, crushing her and leaving her on the brink of life. Just for the Misogyny Medteam, to land before she flatlines, pump her full of chemicals, and pull her away for the sadistic Director Judith to turn the mass of flesh into the first vessel.

OR, it's a fast and furious snuff fest of the juggernaut killing most of his victims, and using his mechanical piston of a cock, to bash through her organs, and drop boiling oil and genetically engineered cum into helpless victims.
 
Looking for either a human toilet or a series of woman to be raped and ripped through like tissues in my Cyberpunk themed idea above.
 
Looking for a limitless female sub, for some forced-prostitution of celebrities. Bring your own suggestions, my top list is:

Natalie Dormer, Billie Eilish, Tessa Thomson, Elizabeth Grullon, Yvonne Strahovski, Olivia Cook, Ana-Taylor Joy, Chloe Grace Moretz, Emma Stone, Jordyn Jones and Millie Bobby Brown
 
Looking for Santa's new Suckslut. Open to all levels of consent and kink, I will be very selective depending on how many of these I can juggle at once.
 
I basically stole this idea from someone else, and wrote it from the perspective of the male. I'm looking for a kinky, literate female writer who have as few limits as possible. This scenario doesn't call for all that much extreme kinks, but pissplay is something I'd definitely want to include at a minimum.

It's all about MC coming in contact with a college student, who can't control her insatiable lust when she encountered a musky cock that DEMANDS her full attention, and admiration. Very much a body worship, musky, as dirty sort of game we can we get here. (Full toilet kinks would be LOVED, but hard to find.)

This could be a twisted, hedonist hook-up between two entire strangers. Turn into something darker like a prostitution type thing. Or just this sexual freak trying to make her way through the world, but her brain short-circuits every time she smells the briny, salty, cheesy scent of a cock anytime the wind changes direction.

Please only reach out via PM. I try to post around 1-2 times a day depending on availability, and I try to keep things fun despite writing too much.

***
Joshua had been living in the downtown of the major metropolitan city, ever since he had moved there at the ripe age of 17. City life wasn't ever easy, glamorous or cheap for that fact…but being able to make an honest living in that city for almost two decades was a major point of pride for the man in this late 30s. Things got more expensive gradually, some of the city services got worse, but it was still the city that people were willing to work their fingers to the bones to say, 'Yeah, I live in New Seneca—off of 57th & Elkhorn.' That meant that the subways, transits and buses were packed to the brim.

There was political talks about potential resolutions about how to best tackle the growing commuter population. Either lengthening trains and subways, and adjusting train schedules was the short term solution that seemed more like a stop-gap measure.

Other more robust proposals, would have massive closures that would interrupt the city in ways that were too scary to truly consider. Both the people and the leaders were wary, and let the people decide. The public selected on the simplest solution, even if it lowered that quality of life and comfort of the services significantly, they were utterly essential for the city to run.

It was crude but proven to work in Japan: Cram them into the train cars like human sardines. It turned rush hour into uncomfortable, hot, and claustrophobic that only was meant to be endured if you absolutely needed to get to work and back. Many people would walk many miles to avoid those conditions, but as unsavory as a solution it was, it was mostly working.

Violent attacks, beggars, and teens trying to go viral decreased on the daily commute. Pick pocketing, sexual groping and other strange interactions were steadily increasing…life is all about trade-offs after all. People complained, said the sexual harassment and packed like that was dehumanizing. Then after a few weeks, those were found it too hedonistic and primal found alternative ways to work.

People despite learning to accept the hyper-dense reality of commuter travel…they noticed on Friday afternoons things got more heated. Tired from a long, and exhausting week at the job, combined with the excitement of the weekend: inhibitions sometimes feel away for as long as you were stuck next to someone. The hashtag #freakyfriday quickly became the place to see the viral thing of the week, whenever everyone just wanted to get home!

***
Joshua could feel the sweat on his forehead beading, the stains beneath his armpits growing as he finally made it onto the subway. People shuffled pasted him, looking for a 'comfy' spot before things got packed. Standing by the end of a row of seating, raising his right hand up to grab the overhead rail. Hoping to be able to hang on to enough space as possible, and get some air on his underarm at the same time.

A cute, mousy Japanese girl wearing a sweater, a pleaded skirt and thigh-high stockings pressed against his stomach to slide by, and dropped down into the seat besides him. Less than 30 seconds later, with people cramming into every nook and cranny, he was now standing in front of the young woman with her crotch directly in front of her face. Joshua stricken with embarrassment, knowing how stinky and musky he was on the train. Not that he was unique, you were forced to endure the smells of others, and the trains were smellier than ever. Not that you wanted to be the personal-source of someone's foul odor for the next 30 minutes.

Looking down at the delightful young lady, "…Sorry…" seeing the moment that his musk slapped her in the nostrils centimeters away from her. Watching her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tried to appear as if she didn't recognize it. It didn't help that Joshua's fat, stinky cock bulged obscenely in his pants, making it impossible to ignore.

As the train started moving, the momentum of the entire car shifted and his body was pressed against the girls face. Instantly feeling the lightning bolt of shame run down his spine, as he attempted to find any way to take even just a half-step back. The unnamed girl, pressing her face deeper into his crotch as she slowly inhaled his vinegar stench, and slowly exhaled out her mouth, as if it was life-saving oxygen.

"Act calm! Act calm! Stay! Calm!" Shouted in his mind, as he figured they 'polite' thing for both of them to do was ignore it. Most people were just looking on their phones, down at the floor, and trying to just zone out until they reached their stop. They'd stay like this for several minutes, with the Japanese girl slowly rubbing her face against his bulging cock head. The pudgy middle-aged man, biting his bottom lip grunting, trying to stay quite as he could feel a heavy stream of pre-cum gushing straight through his boxers and pants. Leaving his pant with a massive went patch, as the girl smeared the gluey pre-cum across the bridge of her noses, nostrils, upper lip, and cheeks, giving her a mask of drying jizz.

What happened next, left him paralyzed in a state of euphoria unable to react. Watching the girls eyes fluttered, with him able to hear the sounds of her lewdly rubbing her soaked folds. The girl was practically fingering herself through her own panties, while she opened her mouth and started making-out with his soaked bulge. Feeling the point of her hot, wet tongue pressing against his pre-cum soaked pants. She'd lovingly suck the outside of his pants, with her lips slowly going down the length of his bulge with her rubbing her entire face against his girth every few seconds.

Both of them stuck in this perverse trance, as the world around them started to figure out something was popping off on #freakyfriday. As the crowd started to jeer, and cheer on the psychotic sexual depravity they were seeing, it only encouraged the girl. Taking both of her hands, grabbing the man's ass and folding submerging her face into his wet crotch moaning like a bitch as she orally worshiped his impressed stench stick.

Eight minutes later, with Joshua's pants full of cum and this stranger's face entirely glazed over, from what just seeped through the layers of fabric. When the bell rang, that was the only thing that snapped the two strangers back to reality.

Finally able to take a half-step back, before he could even look down to see her face, she was ducking and running out of the train. The crowd parting, and recording her as the didn't get her face entirely on camera, but enough to show what was happening. Joshua could only see her small bag left in a puddle of her grool that had pooled in the bottom of her seat. With his pants entirely ruined having filtered his copious orgasm into her mouth.

Whatever shame Joshua was supposed to have in that moment didn't exist. He ignored the people trying to give him a high-five, or a pat on the back. He reached down, grabbing the drenched purse, in hopes it'd have her ID, and her address. Getting off the the next stop 10 minutes later, he needed to find her.
 
I basically stole this idea from someone else, and wrote it from the perspective of the male. I'm looking for a kinky, literate female writer who have as few limits as possible. This scenario doesn't call for all that much extreme kinks, but pissplay is something I'd definitely want to include at a minimum.

It's all about MC coming in contact with a college student, who can't control her insatiable lust when she encountered a musky cock that DEMANDS her full attention, and admiration. Very much a body worship, musky, as dirty sort of game we can we get here. (Full toilet kinks would be LOVED, but hard to find.)

This could be a twisted, hedonist hook-up between two entire strangers. Turn into something darker like a prostitution type thing. Or just this sexual freak trying to make her way through the world, but her brain short-circuits every time she smells the briny, salty, cheesy scent of a cock anytime the wind changes direction.

Please only reach out via PM. I try to post around 1-2 times a day depending on availability, and I try to keep things fun despite writing too much.

***

Joshua had been living in the downtown of the major metropolitan city, ever since he had moved there at the ripe age of 17. City life wasn't ever easy, glamorous or cheap for that fact…but being able to make an honest living in that city for almost two decades was a major point of pride for the man in this late 30s. Things got more expensive gradually, some of the city services got worse, but it was still the city that people were willing to work their fingers to the bones to say, 'Yeah, I live in New Seneca—off of 57th & Elkhorn.' That meant that the subways, transits and buses were packed to the brim.

There was political talks about potential resolutions about how to best tackle the growing commuter population. Either lengthening trains and subways, and adjusting train schedules was the short term solution that seemed more like a stop-gap measure.

Other more robust proposals, would have massive closures that would interrupt the city in ways that were too scary to truly consider. Both the people and the leaders were wary, and let the people decide. The public selected on the simplest solution, even if it lowered that quality of life and comfort of the services significantly, they were utterly essential for the city to run.

It was crude but proven to work in Japan: Cram them into the train cars like human sardines. It turned rush hour into uncomfortable, hot, and claustrophobic that only was meant to be endured if you absolutely needed to get to work and back. Many people would walk many miles to avoid those conditions, but as unsavory as a solution it was, it was mostly working.

Violent attacks, beggars, and teens trying to go viral decreased on the daily commute. Pick pocketing, sexual groping and other strange interactions were steadily increasing…life is all about trade-offs after all. People complained, said the sexual harassment and packed like that was dehumanizing. Then after a few weeks, those were found it too hedonistic and primal found alternative ways to work.

People despite learning to accept the hyper-dense reality of commuter travel…they noticed on Friday afternoons things got more heated. Tired from a long, and exhausting week at the job, combined with the excitement of the weekend: inhibitions sometimes feel away for as long as you were stuck next to someone. The hashtag #freakyfriday quickly became the place to see the viral thing of the week, whenever everyone just wanted to get home!

***

Joshua could feel the sweat on his forehead beading, the stains beneath his armpits growing as he finally made it onto the subway. People shuffled pasted him, looking for a 'comfy' spot before things got packed. Standing by the end of a row of seating, raising his right hand up to grab the overhead rail. Hoping to be able to hang on to enough space as possible, and get some air on his underarm at the same time.

A cute, mousy Japanese girl wearing a sweater, a pleaded skirt and thigh-high stockings pressed against his stomach to slide by, and dropped down into the seat besides him. Less than 30 seconds later, with people cramming into every nook and cranny, he was now standing in front of the young woman with her crotch directly in front of her face. Joshua stricken with embarrassment, knowing how stinky and musky he was on the train. Not that he was unique, you were forced to endure the smells of others, and the trains were smellier than ever. Not that you wanted to be the personal-source of someone's foul odor for the next 30 minutes.

Looking down at the delightful young lady, "…Sorry…" seeing the moment that his musk slapped her in the nostrils centimeters away from her. Watching her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tried to appear as if she didn't recognize it. It didn't help that Joshua's fat, stinky cock bulged obscenely in his pants, making it impossible to ignore.

As the train started moving, the momentum of the entire car shifted and his body was pressed against the girls face. Instantly feeling the lightning bolt of shame run down his spine, as he attempted to find any way to take even just a half-step back. The unnamed girl, pressing her face deeper into his crotch as she slowly inhaled his vinegar stench, and slowly exhaled out her mouth, as if it was life-saving oxygen.

"Act calm! Act calm! Stay! Calm!" Shouted in his mind, as he figured they 'polite' thing for both of them to do was ignore it. Most people were just looking on their phones, down at the floor, and trying to just zone out until they reached their stop. They'd stay like this for several minutes, with the Japanese girl slowly rubbing her face against his bulging cock head. The pudgy middle-aged man, biting his bottom lip grunting, trying to stay quite as he could feel a heavy stream of pre-cum gushing straight through his boxers and pants. Leaving his pant with a massive went patch, as the girl smeared the gluey pre-cum across the bridge of her noses, nostrils, upper lip, and cheeks, giving her a mask of drying jizz.

What happened next, left him paralyzed in a state of euphoria unable to react. Watching the girls eyes fluttered, with him able to hear the sounds of her lewdly rubbing her soaked folds. The girl was practically fingering herself through her own panties, while she opened her mouth and started making-out with his soaked bulge. Feeling the point of her hot, wet tongue pressing against his pre-cum soaked pants. She'd lovingly suck the outside of his pants, with her lips slowly going down the length of his bulge with her rubbing her entire face against his girth every few seconds.

Both of them stuck in this perverse trance, as the world around them started to figure out something was popping off on #freakyfriday. As the crowd started to jeer, and cheer on the psychotic sexual depravity they were seeing, it only encouraged the girl. Taking both of her hands, grabbing the man's ass and folding submerging her face into his wet crotch moaning like a bitch as she orally worshiped his impressed stench stick.

Eight minutes later, with Joshua's pants full of cum and this stranger's face entirely glazed over, from what just seeped through the layers of fabric. When the bell rang, that was the only thing that snapped the two strangers back to reality.

Finally able to take a half-step back, before he could even look down to see her face, she was ducking and running out of the train. The crowd parting, and recording her as the didn't get her face entirely on camera, but enough to show what was happening. Joshua could only see her small bag left in a puddle of her grool that had pooled in the bottom of her seat. With his pants entirely ruined having filtered his copious orgasm into her mouth.

Whatever shame Joshua was supposed to have in that moment didn't exist. He ignored the people trying to give him a high-five, or a pat on the back. He reached down, grabbing the drenched purse, in hopes it'd have her ID, and her address. Getting off the the next stop 10 minutes later, he needed to find her.
 
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