Verse & Vice

I didn’t know when it had started –

Or maybe I did.

No, I definitely did, and it was definitely my fault.

There were few ways a story could end when it started with a stranger walking in on me with my hand down my pants, letting the rocking of the train choose the rhythm of my pleasure –

You’d gasped when you walked in, the sound followed a second later by mine.

“Oh, sorry to interrupt, miss. I’m, uh, just here to collect your ticket.” You paused, holding my gaze with a look of amusement. “You do know this is a public car, right?”

My face was flaming.

“Of course, uh, sorry.”

My only hope was that the shock of it would distract you from your purpose.

But I was far from lucky.

You cleared your throat, holding out your hand.

“If you could just give me your ticket… I can’t say you can be on your way, but I won’t be here to stop you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“So about that…?”

“You’re fucking joking. Masturbating on a train without a ticket? Bold choice. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were looking for trouble.”

The train swayed as it turned a corner, knocking me over as it went.

You were completely unfazed.

“You know what the fine for that is, right?”

“Please, I swear, I won’t do it again –”

“Get down.”

Your voice didn’t leave space for questions.

My hands moved to my jeans, pulling the zipper up –

“I didn’t tell you to cover up. I told you to come down here.”

My hands started shaking, the path in front of me already more than clear.

I stepped down the ladder, foot almost slipping off as the train lurched.

You didn’t move to catch me.

You just waited.

It wasn’t until our breath started mingling, faces barely an inch apart, that I finally realised just how small train compartments were.

My breath caught in my throat, skin growing even warmer.

You licked your lips.

“So I take it you’re not in the financial position to pay for a fine?”

I shook my head, biting my lip.

Your eyes flickered down to watch the movement.

“I guess you’re hoping for an… Alternative punishment, then?”

Your fingers were already floating towards me as you asked it, and I didn’t stop them.

They slid into my jeans, finding my already-soaked underwear.

“Be honest, slut. Did you come here looking for this? Is that why you got yourself ready for me?”

You got the answer you needed when you pushed my panties to the side, drawing a moan out of me as your fingers slipped into the heat of me.

“Admit it.”

I winced, hot shame pouring through me.

It wasn’t true… But you weren’t wrong, either.

“I am… I am a slut, sir.”

“And you came here for this?”

I shook my head.

“No, I promise –”

“I guess it’s just my lucky day, then.”

With that, you pulled my pants down to my knees, pulling my underwear aside as your hand went to your belt. The train rocked again and I stumbled backwards, hips pressing against yours –

“You’re that fucking desperate?”

I whimpered, trying to pull away, but your hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto you.

At least that’s what I told myself.

I felt it as the head of your cock started pressing against my folds, sparing no time for teasing or preparation. It was like you said: I’d done all the prep myself.

My hands tightened where they held the ladder as you pressed into me, opening my walls around you –

I moaned, as horrified as I was aroused by the thought of a stranger fucking me.

And worse, without a condom.

You bottomed out inside me, the way you pressed against the innermost part of me almost a threat.

You twisted your hand in my hair, pulling me back to arch into you so you could whisper in my ear.

“Sluts like you always make my day. Best part of my job.”

You dragged out of me slowly, making sure I learned every inch of you.

Somehow, I knew you could tell how much the emptiness you left ached –

You didn’t leave it empty for long.

I wished your pace were fast, that you would take me and use me like the thing I was – but things didn’t have preferences, and they never got what they wanted. No, instead you rocked slowly against me, letting the rhythm of the train slide you in and out of me as my walls desperately tried to cling to you.

You leaned over me, hand finding my clit.

“You’re going to milk it out of me yourself. Are you on birth control, cunt?”

Tears started forming in my eyes as I shook my head.

I hated that I didn’t pull away.

I hated that I wanted this.

You pinched, hard, sending a pain shocking through me, my hips twitching as they tried to escape.

“Even better. Looks like you’ll be getting more out of this trip than you hoped for.”

With that, you finally sped up, hips slapping against mine in time with the tracks as he grabbed my breasts, kneading them through my shirt and pulling me tight against you.

I whined as your hips started to stutter against mine, your cock swelling inside me, the first small twitches pushing my pleasure even higher as your thrusts grew shallower –

“If you can’t buy a ticket, I doubt you can afford Plan B either. Have fun, slut.”

With that, you buried yourself all the way inside, grunting as your cum poured into me. The feeling of it, combined with the painful reality of your words, sent me over the edge with you, my walls only pulling more of you into me.

You didn’t even wait for me to finish.

As soon as you were done, you pulled out, letting my walls clench down on nothing as you leaked out of me.

“That was to get out of the fine. I expect you to get off at the next stop. If you aren’t… My coworker would be quite hurt if I didn’t let him in on the fun.”

The door slid shut behind you, leaving me rocking in the compartment, ass in the air and pussy leaking.

I still hadn’t reached my destination.

I knew what was coming.

I might as well stay in position while I waited for it.