Blowjob

You fell to your knees as he removed his fingers from your crotch. You couldn’t help but worry about your dress as your arousal begins to soak into it and stick to your legs.

You hear a zip and look up to be greeted with a thriving cock. As someone who used to have one themselves, you could admire how decently sized it was. However looking at it sparked a strange curiosity in you. Something about it seems utterly… captivating. You examine its contour and length. A waft of its musk hits your face and it makes you swoon.

Your groper, however, doesn’t seem to afford you any patience. His hands grab your head and push you back until you bump into the wall. He thrusts himself into your mouth.

You had never given a blowjob before. Not even preformed oral sex. You felt his hard cock ram past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth. You instinctively try to push your head back, but are utterly help less as his arms pin your head between the metal wall and his dick. You vision quickly is filled with the man’s pubic hair as he rams back and forth into your mouth. Surprisingly, the sick in you mouth doesn’t actually taste as bad as you thought. It by no means is a good taste, but it doesn’t taste fowl either.

After some more thrusting, you feel him begin to make longer and deeper strokes. With each of these more powerful strokes you become more and more disheveled. You even notice that strands of hair begin to appear at the edges of your vision, you can only assume your headscarf has began to become undone.

You feel his cock work its way farther down your throat, and realize that a mere blowjob has become deepthroating. You desperately attempt not to gag at the monster in your throat. A task only made more difficult as you try and prevent yourself from **** to ****. After lots of spittle, you manage to get into a rhythm when you can balance breathing through your nose and holding back your gags.

Some time later, you feel him thrust into your mouth harder and deeper than any time before. You feel a warm pulsing in your throat as the man empties his load straight down your gullet. It seems you don’t get a choice to swallow or spit. You had always heard of sperm being described as salty, but now you weren’t quite sure if that was the most accurate description. In fact, its “taste” seemed to be the least noticeable part. What stood out to you was the smell, almost like diluted hand sanitizer.

When you finally feel the pulsing stop, the man removes his now soft cock from your throat. You collapse almost completely to the floor, your knees and forearms the only thing holding you up and preventing your sweater from being soaked in your puddle. You can’t even begin to imagine how you look right now. How embarrassing it will be when you have to leave the train. At least you still have time to get yourself ready.

CLICK

You look up and are greeted with another click and a flash of light. You turn away from it and feel a hand grab to top of your head. Suddenly your hijab is pulled back. A strange sense of fear takes over you, despite all the thing that have happened so far, this act feels different. It feels that this man has gone too far, that he has crossed some kind of important line. For the first time in this encounter, you attempt to resist him.

You wrap both your hands around the arm grabbing your hijab and dig your nails into it as hard as you can. You don’t think you broke flesh, but you sure as hell caused him some pain! Because he lets go before he can complete take your hijab off you. Your small victory, however, is short lived. As you desperately attemp to grab your hijab, his second hand grabs the bun of hair that it had been hiding, and with one swift move removes the hairband holding the whole thing together. You feel your long black hair cascade down your back.

CLICK

Another bright flash causes you to flinch. You look up and see the man is now taking photos of you. You feel embarrassment completely overtake you. You are certain that your face must be as red as a beet. How much more humiliated could you be.

“Attention riders! Last stop Center City! Last stop Center City!”