Rush Hour Deviants

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Rush Hour Deviants Misty Chikan

  • An African American business woman decides to use the subway to go into Manhattan and discovers a side to herself she never knew existed.
Amber Williams is going to New York to give some seminars at a business college. She’s a thirty-eight, working in a fortune five-hundred company as a senior executive, and for a black woman in white world it’s an accomplishment. She decides to travel into New York each day by train, as she always traveled by the subway as a kid living in New York and she feels comfortable there. The train is better than driving, as one has to avoid the crazy taxis, buses and trucks that don’t care if they’re about to crash into you, the suicidal bikers and pedestrians who cross the roads without care, and the parking is nonexistent or expensive in Manhattan. She doesn’t have to get to the college until midday, so the commute on the Monday is fine. Amber sits back and lets the train take all the stress from her, as the rhythmic rocking motion and the clanging always relaxes her. So she feels great when she arrives at Pennsylvania Station, and her first lecture is well received.

Home bound is different, though, as her return journey is during rush hour, and Pennsylvania Station is heaving with people making it a case of getting on her train anyway she can. She forces her way aboard and is jammed with people around her, squashed together as if sardines in can, then she feels it. Her back is to a middle-aged white man and she can feel him, pressing against her bottom, and, sure enough, he has an erection. She feels shocked and simultaneously excited. Having heard this sort of thing happens on the train, yet never experiencing it before.

Most women would’ve tried to move away, for making a fuss in such a public place is just as humiliating as the harassment itself, however, she doesn’t. Amber moves her bottom firmer against him, accidentally, of course. She can feel his hard penis almost wedge between her ass cheeks, and it turns her on. Her mind races ahead and is having fantasies of fucking on the train with others around, watching. She’s getting wet at the thought. As she hasn’t moved away, the man gets bolder, and is humping against her ass slowly, rubbing his hard cock against her. Omigod, she thought, he’s trying to get off.

Amber is getting more turned-on feeling his hardness rub her large African American ass, so she pushes back against him so she can help him cum. Is this all in her mind, she wonders? It feels real, yep, it’s a cock alright. She pushes one hand against her pubic mound, hoping no one will see. Fuck, this is so erotic, and suddenly she reaches her station where she has to get off. She looks at the man and he smiles at her, all she does is nod at him. Then she makes her way to the platform almost shaking with excitement and pleasure, feeling so horny. The drive home from the station, about fifty minutes, goes by quickly as she imagines wild sexual fantasies about being groped in public.

*****

That night in bed alone, as her husband is away on business for the week, her mind is in turmoil. The feelings of how she felt on the train floods her mind, she can’t get the dirty thoughts out of her head, and her body starts responding in kind. She pulls off the bed covers, removes her nightie and gives in to her lust. A slow trace of her hands cross the silky skin of her stomach, rising to her tits, where she teases her nipples into hardness. She thinks about taking the stranger on the trains hard cock in her mouth, as she gently pinches and rolls both nipples between her fingers. Her hips start moving in a subconscious rhythm, as she imagines sucking and licking him to full attention, on the train, during rush hour. She’d make him take his turn too, push his head between her thighs to show the naughty stranger just how she wants him to lick her pussy. Amber slowly, and sensually, slides her fingers to her belly to touch her aching, wanting clit. She gives it a few slow circles, wishing it’s his to
ngue building the sweet tension inside her gut. Amber dips her fingers into her wet pussy.

“You, nasty man, you’ve made me so wet, I’m so ready for you,” she moans.

Amber glides the wetness from her cunt to her clit to add some liquid friction. She plays for a while, enjoying how her clit swells and hardens for him, wanting more attention, and becoming sensitive to the lightest touch. The slow circles around her needy clit turn into fast ones, as she just can’t help herself, and her hips grind against the bed, her breath coming fast, and electricity is spilling through her body from the point of pleasure. She’s got to make this last a little longer, she thinks lustfully. She moves her hands back to her erect nipples, tweaking them, trying to slow her breathing and feeling her wet pussy throb, as the inner walls twitch and ripple, in need of a nice hard cock to clench. Biting her lip, and enjoying the delicious warmth she’s created in her body.

When she’s calmed some, she grabs her bedside dildo, a phallus eight-inches long, with a little curve to hit her g-spot, and a beautiful fat cockhead. It’s not as good as a real cock with that perfect combination of velvety skin and iron hardness, however, it’ll have to do. The dildo slides right inside her with ease, she’s so wet, and she slowly fucks herself with it, building the pleasure with long, slow strokes, and purring in satisfaction as the feeling of getting fucked overtakes her. Amber’s back arches off the bed, her hips drive into the toy, and her other hand returns to her clit. She wants this to last forever, yet she’s so aroused by thinking of the stranger rubbing his cock against her, that beautiful, lustful, hungry look in his eyes as did his dirty act. Driving the dildo deeper, and harder, until she’s panting and twisting, so close to the edge of orgasm.

Rush Hour Deviants Misty Chikan

  • An African American business woman decides to use the subway to go into Manhattan and discovers a side to herself she never knew existed.

She imagines it’s his cock pounding her, and his strong hands on her body while whispering dirty things into her ear as they stand squashed together in the train by heaving, rolling bodies. She fucks him back, hard, almost losing control of the strokes, moving faster, sparking new fires of pleasure running along each nerve, and her pussy juices spill down her thighs.

“Oh, God, baby, I’m gonna come for you,” she moans loudly. “Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, fuck me please.”

Amber can barely hear her words of lust through the orgasmic buzzing in her ears, and she cums hard, still rubbing her clit while her back makes a high arch. A soft scream tearing from her lips as she dissolves into bliss, and her pussy clamps around that sweet hard phallus, spasming, and pushing wave, after wave, of pleasure across through her body. She slowly lifts her eyelids and comes back to the world, every muscle in her body exhausted and satisfied, and she licks her lips, touching the pulse still racing in her neck. Eventually, she lay still and falls into a deep, satiated sleep.

The next afternoon, Tuesday, Amber makes her way to the New York based college again. Her lecture goes OK, though she feels as if her mind is elsewhere and she keeps thinking of the trip home.

At just before six, she’s on the platform waiting her train. There’s as many people as yesterday, and she knows the train will be packed with commuters. She hears her train approach and, as she did sees the same man as yesterday standing nearby. Amber feels her face flush when he spots her, and gives her a nod with a slight smile. He follows her into the carriage and stands behind her again, his body already pressing against her thanks to the crush of people pushing against them.

“Hi,” he whispers, his hot breath on her neck makes her tremble and her pussy gush.

The wonder of a virile man, she thinks as his erection grows and she can feel it against her bottom. Her knees seem to weaken as his hands touch her hips. He gently pulls her toward him and Amber offers no resistance. His hands move downward to her ass cheeks and he squeezes them gently, his penis moving slowly against her. She wishes they were somewhere alone where he can lift her skirt, pull aside her thong, and touch her moistness as she needs the sexual release. He continues to move his cock against her ass, when he grunts in her ear, his hot breath tickling and adding another dimension to her sensitivity. He’s cum, she thought, he’s fucking cum. Suddenly, she realizes it’s her stop, and as she leaves he grabs her arm firmly and whispers in her ear.

“Don’t wear panties tomorrow.”

Amber rushes off the train, trembling. How dare he say such a thing to me, she thinks angrily? What, or who, does he think I am? She’s flustered, yet feels alive and sexy, it’s lovely to be desired.

*****

When she gets home, she’s wondering if she’s become, or is, a slut, the idea appeals to her. Amber goes upstairs to change her clothes, and she can’t resist stripping off to see if she looks like a slut when naked. In the mirror, she sees her image and likes it. Her tits are thirty-six DD’s and she likes the way they swing slightly as she moves, and bounces when she walks. Her chocolate-colored nipples are hard and standing out like organ stops.

“I reckon I could hang my coat on them,” she says, and giggles.

Her tummy is flat and toned, mainly because of her regular yoga practice, and her running. She’s also supple and flexible, and her brown skin is silky, almost shiny. Bending to touch her head to her knees and enjoys the stretch of her spine. As she stands, she looks at her smooth pussy mound, recently shaven, and touches her smooth black skin. Parting her legs, she tilts her pelvis up and can see her labia, moist and spread apart to expose the luxurious-pink beneath.

“Yes,” she said to herself, “I could be a slut.”

Rush Hour Deviants Misty Chikan

  • An African American business woman decides to use the subway to go into Manhattan and discovers a side to herself she never knew existed.

To prove the point, she pulls her cunt lips wide apart to expose her pink wetness even more, and thrust two fingers inside. It feels good, but would have been even better if someone watched her finger fucking. She pretends she’s on the train, and all the other passengers are staring at her while she moves her fingers in, and out, of her luscious folds. Checking her clit, it’s hard as if a small penis, so she stretches the hood back and exposes it to her imaginary train travelers. Pretending their eyes bulge at the sight, their breathing heavy, as they squirm against each other in the packed train while they watch her play with her pussy. Some men are rubbing themselves openly, while others are grinding against the nearest bodies. Grunts and moans rising over the ‘clack, clack, clack’ of the train’s motion.

“They’d love to see how big my clit is,” she said hoarsely.

With fingers deep inside her cunt, she proceeds to finger fuck herself hard, and wantonly, her cunt juices drench her fingers and drip off her knuckles. Amber lets out an animalistic growl and orgasms almost violently, her tits shaking as her body shudders from orgasm.

“Yes, I can be a slut and an exhibitionist,” she said to her reflection.

*****

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