Subway Attacker - Mach & Bear

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Even though it took her 45 minutes longer to get home, she took the same subway train as if it were religion, always the same spot at the same time... Because every day she went 45 minutes out of her way was 45 minutes spent with... Him. He was quiet and withdrawn, typically too busy looking at twitter on his phone to even notice her, though she changed her style of dress to attract his attention and done everything she could think of to get him to notice her.

He was oblivious. Beautifully so in such a packed environment, it was a blessing really that he even got off on the right stop. Today was no different, the train packed so tight she was pressed against his back in the most pleasant of ways. She could smell his cologne -- a crisp scent that broke up the stench of the subway itself. He smelled like clean linen and salt water. She had lingered too long in his presence, had been too long left to her own fantasies to be able to hold herself calm and collected.

Her hands wanted him, to touch him and feel him. She wanted him in ways she couldn't describe and ways she shouldn't. She needed him. It emboldened her. Pressed into his back, it was easy to slide her hand around to his front, soft across his thigh until it grasped his cock through his pants. 'Thick... My god.' Her teeth bit her lip as the train rocked and knocked her more firmly into him, his front pressing into the wall as her hand stroked him now outside of his pants.

He could make a scene and cause the whole train to see him yelling at an innocent petite redhead... Or he could enjoy it. She hoped quietly for the latter.

 

[Machiavelli]

Sam Took the same route home everyday. He was a guy of routine, liking his casual patterns and the way his life went, everything predictable. Everything the way it should be. From work, to home. Home to work. He did work perhaps a bit too much, and that might explain the lack of much of a social life, but he found work rewarding. Perhaps, once he got that promotion, he would take more time for himself. It was hard to say, really. For now, however, his social life was gaming online, and his sex life was masturbation - he preferred more emotional, mental intimacy before sexual ones, and so one-night stands were never really his speed.

On this particular day, thing did not go as normal. On his ride home from work, the casual, packed subway, he scrolled through Twitter on his phone as the car jostled people together. Suddenly, he could feel a body pressed to his, more firmly than just brushing. Breasts pushing into his back as a hand slid around to his front, grasping the thick, long cock in his pants, his chest pressed to the wall of the car as her hand stroked his length, bringing him to an unwilling hardness against her touch. His neck whipped around, trying to get a glimpse of the woman, but all he could see was a short, petite figure, with brilliant red hair. He made a soft sound of surprise and objection, squirming a little, but the wall and her body trapped him in place, as did the crowd.

"What.... stop..." He panted softly, trying to turn around, but trapped nonetheless.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The softly rocking subway car made it easy for her to stay pressed against his back, the warmth of his body through the clothes he wore, her eyes closing as she smelled his cologne and felt him growing stiff inside of her hand. Godss above, her fingers working him still even as he panted for her to stop. It was really so loud in this train, she couldn't imagine it would be easy for her to hear such softly spoken words.... No, worse. She didn't want to stop.

Her weight pressed into him and she held him firm against the wall, fingers working his zipper down slowly as she pulled his cock free of his pants, stroking him. "Make me."

 

[Machiavelli]

The feeling of the cool air against his shaft startled him as she had worked his zipper down, revealing his long, thick shaft and stroking him openly, her soft, small hand wrapped around his length as she challenged him. He tried to twist or turn to face her, but the advantage now was that he couldn't turn - his stiff prick was out and visible, and turning around would face him to the whole car. A low groan escaped him, ending in a pitiful sound of frustration and desperation as he squirmed slightly, cock throbbing and hips bucking involuntarily. "please... why...?"

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

HIs cock felt warm and stiff in her hand, throbbing softly with his heartbeat as he tried to get away from her, but he was stuck between her hands and indecent exposure. His soft whimpered question made her wet between her thighs and she lifted herself onto her tip toes, "Because I desire you. I've watched you and wanted you. I've touched myself thinking of you. I want you, in all of the ways a woman can want a man... And you never once even knew I existed until now." She whispered softly, letting her thumb rub over his tip, her body pressing into him. "Because I need you."

 

[Machiavelli]

Her words caused him to squirm more, a strange sense or arousing dread as she made it clear this wasn't the first time she'd had these kinds of thoughts about him, and he shuddered, once at her words, then again as her thumb grazed over the very sensitive tip of his cock, making his hips buck. "Ohhhh... ah ah..." He panted, eyes tightly shut, hips beyond his control now. As much as his mind didn't want this, didn't want a strange, creepy girl to be stroking his cock in the public of a subway train, he couldn't escape. And moreover, his body... his body didn't want her to stop.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Her hand continued to stroke him, her free hand reaching into her pocket, grabbing her phone and wrapping it too around his body. The angle was terrible, she was able to get a swift picture of him, cock in her hand and his face in it as well. She locked the phone with it on her screen still, letting it sit where he could view. "Do you see this?" She purred, stroking him more firmly as she pressed into him, "You will get off at this stop. Now. You will go down the hallway to the right all the way to the end. Or I will send this photo to your boss. I'll tell him you sent it to me, unsolicited. Do you want to test me? Or will you be a good boy?"

 

[Machiavelli]

He didn't notice her phone until the very moment she snapped the photo, and he jerked in surprise, his body shuddering as she stroked him more firmly, each stroke making him bite his lip so he didn't moan loudly. Her words rang in his ears loudly, and he was certain that this wouldn't end well for him - likely fucked, robbed, and left laying in that hallway. But he also didn't want to risk that. His job was important, he'd worked so very hard. He slowly nodded, letting her know that he'd do as she asked, biting his lip. "Fine." He muttered, defeated.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The phone returned to her pocket as she stroked his cock firmly, grasping his tip and pinching it in between her fingers harshly, "I'm sorry -- what did you say? I didn't hear you say you'd be a good boy." She growled, letting her nail dig into his wet tip. "I want to hear you tell me that you'll be a good boy." She whispered, his precum making her fingers slick as the train started to slow in preparation of coming to a stop soon.

 

[Machiavelli]

She gripped the tip of his cock with a hard pinch, causing his hips to jump and a sharp gasp to escape him, writhing against the sensation. "Fuck, fuck!" He panted, hands gripping into balls at his sides. "I'lll... I'll be a.. good boy." He said quietly, choking on the words as he said them, utterly humiliated that she could manipulate him so easily into doing exactly what she wanted. Clearly, she'd planned this out, or simply had imagined what it would be like to take control of him. He could feel the train slowing, and for once, he was filled with dread.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The pinching nail released pressure moments after the words left his mouth, using her slick fingers to rub over the sensitive area slowly before she stroked him the last few times, sliding his wet cock back into his pants. Her lips pressed against the back of his neck softly as the doors opened and she pushed him towards them, her arm looping gently with his so he couldn't so easily run away from her, her body angled slightly behind him as she pushed him in the direction she wanted. The hallway was poorly lit as she knew and ended with a small nook to the left, which she promptly pushed him into.

Out of sight of people, she worked his belt off, loosening his pants as she pressed him into a wall, "Don't you want this at all?" She gasped, her hands wrapping around his thick length as her lips found his in a harsh kiss, "Because you're all I think about at night. You're... irresistable."

 

[Machiavelli]

He practically panted as her fingertips ran over the sensitive tip of him, his cock wet and slick with precum, bulging against his pants as she attempted to hide him away once more. Her arm looped through his with a deceptively gentle touch, a touch that hid exactly how deviously dangerous this pretty thing was. The hallways she led him to was dimly lit and she pushed him quickly into a nook in the wall, technically out of sight, but still dangerously close to the main walkway, where people walked past, heading home for the evening. Her hands worked hungrily, aggressively, tearing at his belt and pressing him firmly back against the wall. It was cold as her hands wrapped around his cock, and her lips pressed to his hard and rough, silencing any objections to her words as his hips bucked once more under her touch.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

His hips bucked into her and that was all the invitation she needed, her hands hungry on him as she worked his cock slowly, a soft moan of need coming from her. Her lips pulled from his tenderly despite her want, her free hand moving under his shirt to stroke up his soft belly and towards his chest. "Mmmfffuck," She softly whispered, pressing into him as she lowered herself down onto her knees.

The hunger of her hands paled in comparison to that of her mouth, her lips wrapping around his leaking tip as she slid him into her mouth, tongue flicking across his tender hole before she started to work him in and out of her mouth, tongue pressing up against the underside as she formed a quick suction. She groaned softly as she tasted his precum, her eyes peeking up at him tenderly to gauge his pleasure.

 

[Machiavelli]

She kissed him in a surprisingly romantic manner for how eagerly she was forcing him into this sexual moment. Her hand slid under his shirt, caressing along his soft stomach and through the hair she found there. Her mouth took him hungrily as she slid to her knees, tongue flicking as he squirmed a little. Her mouth felt very very warm, wet, delicious, but so wrong. He had no idea who this woman was, but here she was one her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, eyes looking up at him sweetly as he squirmed, biting his lip, trying not to openly moan.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

He might not have been moaning and pressing into her but she could read the expression on his face, his teeth biting his lip a giveaway that he was enjoying it. So she took it slow, savoring him as if he were the most decadent dessert in the world and she wished to savor every taste. Her tongue slid of his tip appreciatively, hands working his length slowly. She slid him totally out of her mouth and let her lips run down his length, pressing soft kisses against his flesh. "I could suck you for hours." She purred, letting her tongue slide up the tip of his cock again before sliding him back in.

 

[Machiavelli]

She lavished along his cock, and if she hadn't blackmailed him into this position in the dark shadows of a public subway, he might have described her manner as loving, worshiping his dick. She purred, tongue lapping at his rigid sex. Her words were delivered with something like a promise, but to him, to him it sounded like a threat. But, disturbingly, being threatened by her only made him harder, made him ooze more sticky, hot precum onto her eager tongue as she pressed his length back into her hot mouth, coaxing a stifled groan from his lips as he squirmed lightly, doing his best not to enjoy the very pleasurable sensations she was causing to run up his spine.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

It seemed that he was aroused by the situation, his cock dripping thick and delicious precum onto her tongue now, her mouth eagerly licking it away. "Mmm." She groaned softly her appreciation for it, her hands sliding down beneath her own clothes to her own sex, softly arousing herself as she continued to suck him. Her fingers moved slow between her folds, rubbing her clit in soft circles before moving on and pressing into herself gently, working at the same pace that she now worked on his cock.

She continued this for a long moment before sliding him out, her arousal-slicked hand coming up to stroke him to keep him hard. "Get down here on your knees." She purred, giving his tip a quick but harsh suck, "I want you."