Subway ride ends unexpectedly

The day went by quickly. My brain going over the morning events. Finally, it was time to head home. Getting on the subway, this one was the normal slower ride, so I was able to sit down on one of the benches.

Glancing around, none of the others wore the business suits. Course I have no clue what the guy looked like or wore that had teased me so much. I had spent the majority of the day wet. My brain struggling between which direction is the best to go.

Do I go with what my boss said. Prove I am not that kind of slut, so I can keep my job. However, that stranger aroused me so much, I can’t forget him or that promise that being in the same subway would bring such pleasure every ride. Same subway. Two totally different choices. My head begins to hurt just thinking back and forth between my options.

By the time I finally reach home, the answer still hasn’t presented itself to me. Torn between my love for the job and the desire that was awakened inside me, I collapse on the couch.

Drifting to sleep, my brain still overactive from deciding invades my sleep as well. Nightmares fill my head. The consequences and delights playing through my mind like a movie with whatever I decide.

After a fitful night of sleep, I dress and head out to the subway again. There is no way I can miss that specific time subway. My job and life depend on it. However, I still don’t know what I will choose. I guess it will be decided in the spur of the moment. The weight of such a decision to much to rationally take when both sound so good.

Arriving at the subway, I watch the subway leave the station. Smiling, it seems like it is a repeat of the day before. I miss the normal subway I would take in exchange for the following one in the half hour.

Sitting down on the bench, I watch a little closer to the people who show up for the next train. However, none that mingled around waiting were paying attention to what was going on.

When the subway arrived, the rush of people suddenly flooded through the station. Quickly getting on the subway, I climb aboard on the final car again. Figuring if people were creatures of habit, the best car to be inside would be the same one as yesterday.

Glancing around, I pay closer attention to who all is in the car. I don’t see my boss’ boss or anyone I know from work. Not knowing how he would get the info, I still am very cautious about the way I portray myself. 

The entire ride I cannot relax. I keep looking around waiting for when I see someone from work or even maybe pinpoint who the stranger was.

The entire ride was uneventful. The rest of the week passes like normal. No one from work in the subway and no stranger enticing me to allow any sexual pleasing.

I finally give up on checking for them. There no point if nothing happens and no one shows up to take advantage of me like that again.

For some reason, the next week I get on the same subway and enter the last car. I don’t know if it had become habit or just the hope that I would get some answers from that one day.

Having not seen anything from either of the men, I don’t pay as much attention like I should be. Once we enter the tunnel, I feel that breath of air caressing my ear.

“It going to be quick today. The sooner you relax and enjoy the ride. The faster I will fill your pussy up again. From now on I want you to be wearing no panties, so I can fuck you whenever I desire inside the subway. You will be mine and only mine.”

Gasping when I realize it the stranger from before, I shiver lightly. His fingers reaching down and ripping my panties away from my body. His cock rocking against my neglected pussy.

My body already rejoicing that he is nearby. I easily feel the moisture begin coating my lips. His voice and actions instantly bringing the need back from the week before. A need that was never satisfied.

Moaning softly, I rock back against his shaft. His fingers digging into my hips and holds me still. My body unable to move back against him.

“Now slut, it is not you who will be leading our interactions. You will always follow my lead or can burn with need unmet. It is your choice little dove.”

Nodding my head, I realize this man is not one that can be outsmarted. He has so much patience and doesn’t seem to be led by his cock like many before. He seems like he will continue to drive the need higher and still control his actions.

Once I start to relax into his hands, my pussy dripping with moisture. He pulls away and moves away from me. Not long after that we finish passing through the tunnel. My core filled with the need to be filled, yet I know there will be nothing more today.

Hoping my boss’ boss hadn’t seen any interaction, I head to work. Another note was found on my desk.

You are doing so well. A full week of proving how good you can be. You will get your very own client next week if this continues.

Sighing softly, I realize he must not have caught the little bit of action today. Hoping that this week follows last week, I don’t know how long could hold myself back if the stranger starts to ride the subway more often.

It looks like another wet day at work. Another day of not getting much accomplished while my brain ping pongs back and forth again for the decision.

The following day, I follow his instructions forgoing the panties. Already dampness gathers between my lips. The desire this stranger brings already makes me hunger for more.

The logical side of my brain fighting against the desire of my body. The need to maintain the job crucial for living my life and paying bills.

I enter the subway along with the flow of people. I finally have found the flow of entering as part of the crowd. However, the benches are always full. Again there is no sign of anyone I know.

The desire to look around and see who could be the stranger is very enticing. However, the need within me needs satisfaction, and he made it quite clear that relaxing was the fastest way for him to appear.

My heart rate speeds up thinking of letting him have me so easy. A man I don’t know his name. A man I never have seen with my eyes. The desire fills me up while my moisture drips down my thighs. My body knows what it wants even though the head disagrees. 

My head tells me the danger. Somehow my boss’ boss found out, yet I have never seen him in the subway. Does he have an informant that I don’t know? Is he powerful enough to have access to the security cameras inside the subway cars? He didn’t know about the brief bit yesterday, so maybe I am safe and can enjoy this stranger and what he creates inside of me.

Standing and holding the overhead rail, the subway glides across the track. My body on high alert not knowing if he would be around or not. I try not to look around. Willing him to come and claim me faster, I focus on slowing my breathing. Relaxing my body, I hope that he will come soon before the needs explodes within me.

Right when we enter the tunnel, my skirt is flipped up, and a hand covers my mouth. His hand reaching between my legs and finding the lack of fabric. His fingers stroking through my wetness.

“Well done little dove. I was hoping you would be an obedient little slut. Just for that I will reward you with my cock inside of you.”

Moaning softly through his grip covering my mouth, his cock slips between my folds and enters inside me. My moisture easing his path to make it slide in easily. My body a toy just for his use.

He slides his cock in and out. My need ratcheting higher with his slow thrusts. There is nothing that would stop me from letting him have me this way. His slow tortuous method making me wild with need. My pussy begins to clamp down harder along his shaft. Hoping he would take me faster, I moan when he slips out.

Kissing my neck, he whispers into my ear. Denying both of our needs, he still remains in complete control.

“Very good slut. One of these days you will get more than just a sample.”

He disappeared from behind me. When we cross through the end of the tunnel, I look around and wonder who this man could be. Why doesn’t he want me to see him? What is he hiding from me?

Entering the office, I find another note. Finding it a bit weird that everytime I have a small session with the stranger, a note appears on my desk when I get there. Curious, I go to read it.

Here is the information on the client you will receive on Monday. Go over the information well. Continue to make us proud here in the office.

For the rest of the day, I go over the information. Memorizing any key information, I plan to wow my client when he arrives next week. It seems like a standard client. The only difference is this guy is one of our wealthiest clients to date. This is so important. I cannot let them know about the secret sessions that have happened the last couple days or any days going forward. I cannot lose this client and how well this will set me up in the future.

Heading home, I am torn yet again as to which way I should go. The stranger produces such feelings and making me feel alive. On the other hand, this client, if I do well on the job, would set me up for a long time with no worries.

The next day, my heart races stepping onto the subway. Once again, I am going without panties. It could be the worst possible decision, but my body craving for his words and touch overruled my head.

Clinging onto the rail, I wait. The miles fade away, and the tunnel draws closer. My heart rate pounds against my chest. The darkness slowly creeping closer. Once the darkness surrounds the car, his hand wraps around my waist and bends me over.

His cock immediately seeks entrance into my pussy. His thrusts always slow and in control with every push and pull. He pulls my hips back onto his cock. The squelching could be heard throughout the cab. My pussy so drenched squeezes him with every thrust he provides.

“You are already becoming my slut. Look how wet you are. Everyone will be able to hear it in the car.”

“I can’t help it. I need you so bad inside of me. You always arouse me so much. I can barely function without thinking of you filling me up.”

His chuckle fills my ears. The daylight starting to creep closer to the subway.

“Well slut it looks like you will be needy once again. Until the next time.”

He pulls out and once again disappears before the light streams into the car. My pussy once again felt empty. Already missing his length and voice, I wonder who this man is. The mystery is so intriguing. I wish it would go past the subway though where he would take me longer and harder.

The next couple days move slower. The stranger seemed to have disappeared again. My pussy is constantly a puddle. The need for him to fill me fills me up with such a craving. I try to focus on the client info and prepare for meeting him on Monday. My mind keeps drifting to what the stranger could be doing or even where he is.

Finally, it was Monday morning. The day of the client meeting. Once again I enter the subway, but this time I am dressed to impress. I have the client meeting, so I must make a good impression.

The skirt is brand new and fits my body like a glove. Just the smallest flair of the skirt makes my hips sway with every step I take. The top emphasizes my breasts in a professional way. The sexy confident woman shines through. Ready to show the office what this gal can do, I enter the subway.

Focusing more on the information on the client, I don’t realize that the tunnel is near. When he wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me back onto his cock, I gasp my pussy instantly realizing who it was. Soaking its desire, he can easily slide inside my pussy.

“You seem a bit distracted today perhaps I shall make it a bit harder for you to focus.”

Shaking my head, I can’t help the soft sigh that escapes. His cock thrusting harder and harder inside of me. Right on the verge of reaching an orgasm, he pulls out. His fingers sliding something inside of my vagina.

“There this shall help keep your focus on me for the day. One of these days, I will take you in full daylight again. Let these people see you as my slut.”

Moaning, my pussy squeezes against the object inside of me. He disappears, and right when he does, the object inside me buzzes to life. Grasping tighter to the railing, the vibration keeps me on the edge. Just as the subway passes through the end of the tunnel, the vibration stops.

The need within me wanting it to return, I squeeze against the object. It obviously is some kind of remote vibrating toy. Breathing deeply, I head into the office. A few hours to go before the client will be here. I sit down and go over the information again that I hadn’t memorized.

Grabbing the information, the client will be wowed when he sees the effort I put into what he asked for. I head to the conference room early and place the folders at each seat. Booting up the computer, I get the PowerPoint presentation pulled up.

Everything is ready. It is time to wow my boss and his boss, but most of all it time to land my very own client. I sit and focus on what I want to say. Placing the stranger out of my mind, I need to be able to focus on my goal for work.

One at a time, the various people from the office entered the conference room and sat down. The client entering with my boss and his boss. Once they sat down, I think the time has come. It is time to wow the people in the room.

During my presentation, the toy started to buzz to life. The desire was instantaneous. I’m sure I stumbled over a few words while working through that desire. Off and on through the presentation, the toy would buzz at different frequencies. My body sending more moisture down my thighs.

Wherever this stranger is, he is doing a good job at making sure I am distracted from my life. Once I finish the presentation, I breath out a sigh of relief. First, it was over. I managed to make it through my presentation with minimal fuss.

Secondly, the vibration has finally ceased. A break from that constant need reducing me to wanting to be fucked by that stranger again.

The client is talking intensely with both the bosses. I start to gather up the information and clear out the sensitive documents from any prying eyes that might enter later.

Walking near my bosses and the client, I pause. Wait a minute!!! I know that voice. It is the stranger from the subway. What my boss warned me about was happening. The client knows just how slutty I would be for him. No wonder he placed the toy inside me today.

I feel like such an idiot. How could I let this happen. My pussy spasms hearing his voice knowing the pleasure he can bring. However, the logical side of my brain is shouting at what is at stake. The client business. My job. My reputation for future jobs.

After gathering the information, I step out of the conference while they talk. Heading away from the room, I enter my office to think. What am I going to do now? I can’t come clean to my bosses, and now that I know who the stranger is, it would not be easy to complete this clients expectations.

Now the only thing, will I be strong enough to work for this client and not let him take advantage of my need? Only time will tell.