MESMERIZED - COMPLETE STORY

As I walked along the platform looking into the carriages of my homebound commuter train, I groaned at how crowded it was as usual.  I moved past several coaches, only to find every seat was taken and passengers were standing.

 Finally, I opened a door, and squeezed against other passengers, despite their hostile glares, into one of the little alcoves between coaches.  I touched the button and the door swished shut leaving me squeezed up against it by the press of bodies behind me.

My journey home from work usually took about forty minutes with only a few few stops.  As I stood staring out of the window, the body of the man standing immediately behind me kept swaying into me with the movement of the train.   In view of the crowded conditions, I thought nothing of it and continued to gaze out at the passing countryside, my breath misting the window.

The train vibrated beneath my feet, sending sensual tremors up my legs to my pussy, and I gave myself up to the usual erotic daydreams, I used to pass the time on my daily journeys.  I was accustomed to having a very active sex life, but unusually, I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, and was feeling hornier than usual.
I closed my eyes and let my imagination flow.

 Although I am interested mainly in men, I've had some very pleasant lesbian affairs, and for some reason I had recently found myself gazing at a beautiful young woman who had just joined my firm.
My daydream took shape:

I lean across to kiss her on the lips, with a single finger on her cheekbone to brush a curl of her long blonde her out of the way. She feels soft and gentle as our lips meet and I enjoy the warm feeling as I open my mouth and meet her hot tongue. It has indeed been too long since I kissed another girl. Memories are making me horny and they inspire me to open my mouth fully and to lick her lips with my tongue.
 I enjoy a long lingering wet kiss, and she is clearly enjoying it too as her hand falls on the top of my thigh and she gently massages it through the flimsy material of my summer dress.  I roam my hands over her white silky blouse to feel her breasts and then daringly I slip a hand inside her tiny g-string and feel her moist pussy. A firm body moulds itself against my back pressing me closer to her soft curves . . .


Suddenly, my fantasy was interrupted as I felt a hand brush my ass, touching me gently through my skirt.  It could have been accidental, yet somehow I could sense that it was deliberate.  To my surprise, I felt turned on by the contact.  Glancing round, I saw that it must have come from the tall, good-looking man standing close behind me.
 His dark, piercing eyes met mine and I shivered.  They exuded confidence, as they gazed searchingly at me - almost as if they could read my dawning sexual arousal.  I felt a tingle of excitement at the aura of power I sensed but quickly turned my head back to the door window, then immediately found myself wondering if he would touch me again.  
There it was; I felt the stranger's touch again.  This time there was no question of it being an accident.  I was not wearing a coat, and could sense the warmth of his fingers through the thin material of my summer skirt, as they glided up and down the outside of my thigh, between knee and hip.
 I stood motionless. I have never thought of myself as a submissive except in role-play, but an immense surge of lust flowed through me at the thought of allowing myself to be used by him.
Emboldened by my lack of resistance, the stranger slid a hand around my waist on to my stomach, and pulled me firmly against his body.  My clit stirred, as I felt his hard cock pressing against me through our clothing.  I knew that I should shake him off, but the illicit nature and eroticism of the situation were really making my head spin, and I felt a strange paralysis creep over me.
From the reflections in the window glass, I could see that the other travellers packed around us, were paying no attention to us and were either oblivious of what was going on in our corner, or assumed that we were travelling together.
 The train motion rocked me gently against his body, and I was intensely aware of his erection.  The heat from his hand seemed to burn my skin through my thin skirt. I had been feeling horny all day, and the glass of vodka and tonic that I had gulped at the station bar had gone to my head.  With my heart racing, I continued to stand still waiting for his next move.  The sense of power that I had detected in the stranger's eyes fascinated me and their image burned in my mind.
The hand around my waist slid slowly upward and began to lightly stroke, through my silk blouse, the sensitive flesh of my breast where it swelled above my bra.  I shuddered with pleasure, but with a glimmer of reality, I knew that this had already gone too far. Even though my thong was now wet and my clit tingling,  I made up my mind to end the encounter.
 But as I tried to move, his strong arm tightened around my body. He pulled me into him, and edged forward, squeezing me even tighter into the corner.  To my amazement, I felt powerless to resist.  I seemed to be in a dream-like state, still in a fantasy.
 Just then, the train stopped and a good number of passengers got off, pushing past us impatiently.  Suddenly the man and I were alone in our little door alcove, except for the occasional passenger passing from one coach to another.
My heart was pounding and my knees felt so weak that I was almost being supported by the mysterious stranger's muscular arms as I breathed in the scent of his cologne.  His breath was hot on the back of my neck, then, firm lips kissed me behind my ear.  I managed to stifle the whimper of pleasure that bubbled up in my throat, even as my body flinched with surprise.
 His whisper was commanding,
 "Don't move.  I know what you want."
My first reaction to his words was shock; not just at his arrogance, but also at his ability to sense my arousal as if he had me under some kind of spell.  My willpower continued to desert me, and I felt strangely helpless.  I was fascinated by how he seemed to sense how horny I was feeling; how my lust was building.  It was as if he knew of my secret, sluttish fantasies, and of how he could fulfil them.
  On my daily train commutes, I often fantasised about having sex on the train, but usually imagined it happening in a toilet.  In fact, sometimes my imagination got me so excited, that I had to go into a toilet to masturbate.
I realised that, as we stood huddled in the corner by the door, our backs to anyone passing, it would look as if we were two lovers embracing.  One arm continued to encircle my waist, while the other hand moved back to a breast, kneading it in slow circular motion.  My nipple stiffened further and he pinched it through my blouse and bra.  My wetness was increasing, and the blood was pounding in my clit.  His erection pressed demandingly into my back, as he loomed over me.  I closed my eyes, wanting more, wanting him to touch more than just my breast.
 "Unbutton your blouse," he whispered in the same soft but commanding tone that he had used before.  I hesitated, torn between desire and common sense. Suddenly, the kneading stopped.
"Unbutton your blouse for me now!" he hissed. "You know you want to." I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that we were still alone.  I desperately wanted to feel his touch again.  As if in a dream, my hands moved to the buttons of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned three of them to just below my bra.  Immediately, his hand reached inside the blouse and pushed my bra up over my breasts and I gasped as the material brushed past my erect, straining nipples.

 Then I felt a twinge of panic.  What on earth was happening to me?  But my thoughts were swept away when his fingers began caressing my naked breasts, gently rolling a hard nipple between them.  His hand was warm and smooth; strong yet gentle. Without any conscious intention, I found myself gently rotating my buttocks against his hard-on, as we swayed to the motion of the train.  My eyes were closed, and the glass of the door window was cool against my hot face.  I was now much hornier than I had been for a long time and my clit was pulsing stead

 The physical pleasure from his caresses was intensified by the excitement of being caressed by a total stranger in public and my thong became even damper as my aroused pussy continued to leak.  Deep down I just wanted him to throw me onto the floor and fuck me there and then, even as I realised how ridiculous that was.

 I was so aroused that I felt I might cum any second, just from his playing with my nipple.  Then to my intense disappointment, he stopped; but after a second or two, I heard that confident whisper again.
  "Tell me what you want me to do."  I stiffened with shock at the boldness of his demand, and remained silent.  I wanted to say the words, and yet . . .
"If you don't tell me, I'll stop what I am doing. You don't want that do you?"
 My heart sank at his words.  I desperately needed more, my body was screaming for more.  Why was this man so able to bend me to his will?  I moaned softly in surrender, and turned my head towards him, my whole body trembling.
"Touch me."  I whispered softly.  To my amazement, I had actually said it.
"What?"  His voice was taunting.  I knew that he had heard, but I felt compelled to reply.
 "Please, touch me," I said a little louder.
"Here?"  He continued, still teasing me as he slid a hand down to touch my mound through my skirt.  I nodded. His voice was full of authority and yet had a strange tenderness.
 "Lift the front of your skirt and tuck it into your belt."
I glanced around.  We were still alone.  Slowly I eased up the front of my skirt with trembling hands, and tucked it in at my waist.  At once, his warm, firm hand glided smoothly inside the waistband of my thong.  The palm rested on my belly for an instant, and then his fingers reached down to stroke the fine hairs on my mound.
 I knew that he would soon discover how wet I was and I felt such a slut.  I couldn't remember when my body had been so sexually aroused by so little foreplay.  Obviously, the situation and his mind-game were having a powerful effect on me.  My clit was as firm as my nipples and a pulse was pounding in my groin.  I realised that I was almost panting, like a bitch on heat.
Then, at last his smooth fingers delicately probed, and found my clit.  When the intense sensation of pleasure blasted through me, my legs buckled, and I would have fallen if the stranger's arm had not been supporting me.  For a second, I thought that I had cum, then the sensation eased, but every fibre of my body was still blazing with desire.  I have always been very highly sexed, but this was ridiculous.  What strange power did this man have over me?  Then to my deep disappointment, he withdrew his hand.
 "Take them off."
In my submissive state, I didn't even hesitate. As he bent his knees and eased his body back, to give me space, I bent over and slid my damp thong down over my knees, its musky odour filling my nostrils for an instant.  Eagerly stepping out of them, I stuffed them into my shoulder bag, and awaited instructions - totally under the stranger's control.
 I sighed gratefully, when his hand reached round me again, stroking my hot, exposed stomach and when I parted my thighs to grant him access, a finger slipped between my damp and swollen pussy lips.  I put a hand over my mouth to stifle a moan of pleasure, as he again found my clit.  
After giving it a few strokes, his fingers moved on; one, then two slid into my slippery cunt, stroking and probing.  Soon I was pushing my hips back against him in time to the fucking his fingers were giving me.  The risk of someone realising what we were doing continued to add to my excitement, especially when passengers walked past but for now all I could think of was his wonderful fingers massaging the clinging walls of my pussy.
I felt a tantalising pressure slowly build in my groin as I hovered on the verge of an orgasm.  Then he suddenly stopped.
  Opening my eyes, I realised that the train was drawing into one of the small suburban stations on the route.  
 "Well, this is where I get off," he whispered.  "I'm sorry we couldn't finish this."  My heart sank and I felt him look over my shoulder at my flushed face.
 "Unless of course, you want to come with me," he continued in his calm hypnotic voice.  "Perhaps we can find a place to finish what we've started."  I was on such a high and feeling so frustrated that I nearly burst into tears.  My station was two stops farther on from here, but I knew that there would be plenty of trains after this one.
Abandoning all grasp of reality, I nodded my agreement, as I was too breathless to speak.  I needed what he was offering and craved the control that I heard in his voice.  I felt compelled to continue the new and exciting, sluttish, submissive role I was playing.
  Without a word, he turned round as the train stopped, and pressed the button to open the door of the train.  I hurriedly pulled down the front of my skirt, but when I began to pull my bra over my breasts, his hand stopped me.
  "No, you must leave your breasts bare and available to me; keep your blouse un-buttoned."  In doubt, I hesitated, but it felt so good to surrender to him.  I pulled my blouse loosely over my bare breasts, relieved that he at least permitted me to do that.
The door opened, and we stepped out.  His hand was on my waist, as we looked around us.  It was still pleasantly warm in the early evening sunshine, and only a few people were on the platform.  At the far end, about forty yards away, there was an unoccupied bench, and he led me to it.
 We walked, past unsuspecting people.  If only they knew that my breasts were exposed under my blouse, my nipples erect, and that my thong were in my purse.   With my heart pounding furiously, I wondered what the stranger's next move would be.  I glanced up at him, but he ignored me except for his firm grip round my waist.
When we reached the bench, the nearest travellers waiting for another train were about twenty yards away and I could hear their voices clearly.  The stranger sat down on the end nearest to them and at his command, I obediently lay down on my back with my head away from him.
 He calmly positioned one of my legs behind him, and draped the other over his lap.  He turned towards me, to block the view of anyone watching, and slowly pushed my skirt up to my waist.  With my thighs parted to his gaze, he slid a hand up the inside of my thigh, brushed the knuckles across my swollen pussy lips, and stroked them back down the other thigh.  The electric touch of his hand on my pussy made me gasp and twitch.  But when he kept repeating the movement, I wriggled in frustration, wanting more.
  He picked up a newspaper, which someone had left on the bench and placed it over my lap as if he was leaning over to read it.  
"What do you want now?"  He asked mockingly, aware of my frustration.
 Too ashamed to reply, I wriggled again and raised my hips suggestively.  I could see the bulge of his hard cock through his trousers.
 "Is this what you want?"  He muttered, slipping a hand under the newspaper. His fingers paused at my hot wet opening, gently fondling the inner folds, before two long fingers slipped wetly inside me. He curved them against my spongy outer wall, circling steadily, while a thumb expertly flicked my clit.
  Although I was nervously aware of voices in the distance, I gave myself up to the wonderful finger fucking and my hips writhed greedily.  Yet, a distant part of my mind was saying: this is happening in broad daylight on a railway station platform; are you insane?
 I heard his quiet assertive voice again.
 "Tell me that's really good or I'll stop."  This time I didn't hesitate.
  "It's good . . . really good," I managed to mutter throatily, while breathing heavily through my open mouth, as my pulse raced madly.  Then above the pounding in my ears, I heard a train approach the station.
His fingers speeded up, and he leaned forward to slip his other hand under my blouse, to find a tingling nipple.  As his fingers squeezed it, all my sensations merged into a single mind- shattering, explosion and I came with a fierce intensity.  My whole body jerked in spasms, as waves of pleasure went through me, lasting much longer than usual.  I couldn't stifle my moans, but hoped that the noise of the stopping train was drowning them.
 Finally, my orgasm ebbed away, and as my body started to relax, I lay still with my eyes closed.  I had felt the stranger move from under my leg, as I reflexively drew it up in my climax and my hand was gripping the newspaper covering my lap.  When I opened my eyes, after what seemed to be only a few seconds, I expected to see him standing over me.
There was no one there.
 I sat up in confusion, just in time to see the last passenger board the train, and slam the door behind him.  The train drew away.  As if wakening from a dream, I sat there on the bench on a now deserted platform.  With fingers still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm, I gently eased my throbbing nipples back into the bra cups, and pushed down my skirt, suddenly aware of the warm breeze on my wet and naked pussy as I tried to come to terms with what had happened.
 What a bizarre experience.  Oh, my God, I thought, as my mind raced, my girlfriends will never believe me about that one.  Even I was finding it hard to believe it had happened.  I seemed to have discovered a previously buried fetish for being sexually dominated.
  Then, a question leapt into my mind - would I see the mysterious man on the train again?  And if so, what would happen?  A shiver ran down my spine, despite the warm sunlight.

FROM : "LOVE FOR SALE"

 When James had finished counting out the agreed fee, I looked at him in the mirror, nodded and smiled.  With a final flourish, he tossed down an additional high-denomination note and smiled with anticipation, like someone about to open an expensively wrapped gift.  Then, as if anxious to get on with it, he turned away, and started to get undressed.

 I slipped off my dress, and sat on the bed awaiting instructions.  James had a nice lean, firm body, and his cock was at half-mast already.  He sat back comfortably like someone about to watch TV.  I had been doing this for only a short time and at this stage of the transaction, I still felt guilty and embarrassed - until my sexual arousal overcame my misgivings and my body took over, allowing my mind, mercifully, to switch off.

"What costumes do you have?"  He asked.  When I showed him my small collection, he chose the French Maid's outfit.  It consisted of a white backless, halter- top which revealed my breasts from the side, and a frilly, black skirt which just covered my ass.   I removed my thong, put on the costume and posed for him, swivelling on my
stilettos.

For the first few minutes, he had me moving around the room as if cleaning it, and involving lots of bending over.  I saw his cock harden as he watched.  My breasts swung, clearly visible under the skimpy top, and my long legs, tautened by the stilettos were on view.  Best of all, the tiny skirt afforded tantalising glimpses of my ass and pussy as I moved.  That part ended with me bending over directly in from of him and facing away.    With my feet parted, and my legs straight, I cleaned an imaginary spot on the carpet.  

"Spread it open for me," he instructed

  I reached back with both hands and parted my flesh for him.  I knew that he would see my dampness, because my exhibitionist streak was arousing me.  When I peeped between my legs, I saw that he was leisurely stroking his erection.  He stretched out a hand and I awaited the touch on my pussy.  However, instead I felt one fingernail trace a slow furrow up the back of my thigh.  It moved ever so slowly - just the slightest of contacts, and yet in my vulnerable position it made my nerve ends quiver.

 To my surprise, the finger stopped where the mound of my ass began, moved to the other leg and repeated the action, leaving goose bumps all along my legs.  The simple act had been more arousing than sticking a finger in my snatch.  I realised that this guy was good and that the session might not be too distasteful.

After James had instructed me to go and sit on the bed, his next question was,
"What toys do you have?"  When I laid them out on the bedside table, he chose what happens to be my favourite - a thick, black, jelly vibrator.  
"Make yourself cum," he commanded bluntly, as he pulled his chair to within a foot of me.  "I want to see your cunt lips clenching on that big rubber cock and watch your cum juices ooze out."

I knew that as usual, I was wet enough not to need the KY jelly I had put beside the toys, but I started by sucking the vibe suggestively, to moisten it.  With it set at low speed, I slowly stroked it around my aureoles, just teasing the very edges of my nipples.  The tingling vibrations quickly brought them to aroused peaks, and I shivered from the sensation when I brushed the toy across them.  Slowly I traced a path between my breasts and down my belly leaving a faint trail of my saliva.  James was watching intently, while stroking his big erection gently.

I let the pulsating shaft run up and down my moist outer lips, for a moment or two.  The middle finger of my other hand stroked my clit lightly, and when the dildo touched my finger, the tingles ran through it to the aroused bud.   Having an attentive spectator actually increased my excitement, and I closed my eyes and concentrated.   I moved further on to the bed and lay back, drawing up my legs and spreading them wide apart.  I heard the sound of his chair being drawn nearer, as I pulled a pillow under my hips to raise my pussy to the right angle for penetration by the big dildo which had a girth of one and a half inches.

I gave the vibe a final lick and with the smooth, bulbous tip positioned at my entrance, I stroked my clit for a while before pushing the dildo in a bit further against the resistance of my inner lips.   I was experiencing the familiar sensation; a mixture of discomfort and a need to be penetrated, filled and fucked.  When I pushed more forcibly, my pussy yielded to the pressure, the lips stretched and I gasped with pleasure as the slippery, black shaft glided into me.

 I paused after about four inches to let my cunt walls adjust to the invasion.   However, they quickly accommodated the thick weapon and clung tightly like a glove, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.  The coolness of the jelly vibe contrasted sensuously with my hot, throbbing pussy and it felt so good.

I turned the power setting to full, and shuddered as the vibrations ran through me. Still stroking around my clit, I slid the thick shaft in further, until it pushed past my cervix and stretched the roof of my cunt.  Then I lost my careful control as lust took over.  I started fucking myself with a rhythmic slow pumping action, wriggling my ass and hips greedily.  The thickness of the vibe stretched the membranes around my clit more than usual, making it stand proud as my fingers fondled it.

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FROM "THE AWAKENING"

Finally, she ordered me to sit on the sofa beside her and casually slipped off her robe to reveal her lush naked body.  Despite myself, I found my eyes drawn to her large plump breasts.  Pulling me close, she placed one of my hands on a breast, while starting to caress one of mine.  Under the guidance of her hand, I explored her yielding breast, seeing and feeling the big, brown nipple rise at the same time as my own.

  I couldn't believe how sensual it felt to be giving someone the self same sensation that I was receiving and it seemed to double the pleasure of her touch.  
My heart was pounding and I felt my moisture start immediately as my clit stirred.  I gasped when Gloria pulled my face to hers and started kissing me.  The softness and skill of her warm lips amazed me.  It was so much nicer than when Tom kissed me.  So this is what a woman's kiss feels like, I thought guiltily.

Nonetheless, I still tried to resist, and I kept my mouth closed.  But to my surprise, I felt my mouth and lips respond to her urging, and our tongues met and explored.  I was now stroking Gloria's breasts freely, and becoming more and more excited as this new form of lovemaking suddenly seemed perfectly natural.

We leant into each other.  My hands moved to cradle her face, and when hers went to my breasts, she found out immediately how excited I was, as my nipples were hard as pebbles.  She pinched one between her thumb and forefinger and I inhaled sharply with the intense pleasure.

Gloria pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth and when I sucked on it, greedily, she playfully pulled it out and then slipped  it in again, as if promising later pleasures from that agile tongue.  I moaned in appreciation, and when I reached down to feel her lovely breasts once more, she broke off the kiss and moved her mouth to my neck.  I wriggled with pleasure from the new experience of having a woman's soft and knowing lips seek out my pleasure points.

 When I tried to take all of her breast in my hand, squeezing and rubbing it, the way Tom did with mine, she responded by biting my neck playfully.  The feel and texture of another woman's breasts were wonderful, and I began to understand why men enjoyed it so much.

 Gloria's breasts were bigger and a bit softer than mine, but still in great shape and I couldn't get enough of stroking and fondling them, tweaking gently at the engorged nipples.  I felt like a kid with a new toy and as the wine went to my head, I had even stopped thinking about the fact that I was having sex with a woman for the first time.  My efforts were rewarded when Gloria make little mewing sounds of pleasure between nuzzles of my neck.  
 

 My pussy was now soaking and pulsing and I knew that Gloria was really turned on too.  Her nipples were puffy and swollen and she kept making that little feminine sound that I recognised as one I make on the rare occasion when Tom gets me going.  

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SAMPLE FROM  GANGBANG WAITRESS

A group of the younger men gathered round me and asked the usual questions about where I was from and so on.  Everyone was very friendly and I was beginning to forget that I was dressed very provocatively. Ted, who had spoken to me earlier, took me to one side. Looking intently into my eyes, he asked me how I felt about providing a little entertainment for his friends, to enhance the card games.   He added that I would be well rewarded.

 

 Of course, I was prepared for this, but still felt a surge of panic as I asked what he had in mind. Ted explained that the winner of each hand would be entitled to ask me for a forfeit, for which he would pay me from his winnings. When I agreed to give it a try, he smiled delightedly. Taking my arm, he whispered in my ear,

"Don't be afraid to do a bit of haggling, my dear. There is a lot of money floating around and you look very enticing." While the players returned to their table, a chair was drawn up for me beside it. Soon, with laughs of delight, the first winner eagerly drew a large pile of notes to him.

"Forfeit, forfeit," came the cries from the losers, pointing at the winner. He looked at me for a moment.

"Take off your blouse, please," he asked. I hesitated, and he gathered several notes and rose to show them to me. I took one glance at the amount involved and nodded quickly, hearing them rustle as he put them in the bowl which had been set aside for me.   I stood up and found my fingers trembling as I undid the rest of the buttons, and slipped of my blouse, to a little ripple of applause. The low cut of the bra revealed my boobs almost to the nipples, and the wired support pushed them up invitingly. My nipples ached to be caressed and sucked, the little nubs pulsating and swelling as the men's eyes devoured me.

 

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