1. A Girls Thoughts, as The Cock Goes In


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I could feel the tension rising, my stomach was knotted, as it neared. Deep inside I knew it would be packed, and all I needed to do was maneuver myself amongst the throng, and feel the men's need for me. As a young woman I have a dark secret, dark as in sexual fantasy, being groped in public, a left over from an encounter with a man in a park, where, instead of screaming for help, as I was pinned down on the ground, I had an orgasm under him, while he had one on top of me. He ran away and left me with a dilemma, he had inadvertently found a trigger, that remains to this very day, a deep psychological need to be restrained, and its associated sexual release, a very powerful response, where there is none, I cant stop the men touching, as I am too busy cumming, and when I do, I need a long time to recover. As the carriages slow down and start to pass me on the platform, my eyes are searching out for the one for me to get into. If men knew what was going through my mind as the train came to a halt, they would start to fuck me here, on the platform, before I could raise a leg to alight onto the carriage. Why do they think the way they do, place us on pedestals and put out of reach, when we are gagging to be fucked as much as they want to fuck us, no wonder men who treat us like cum sluts are the ones who get to put their cocks in us, and do the dirty, before we resume our facades, and go on in life fooling our husbands and boyfriends, of the prim and proper nice girls that we ...
    most certainly are not. The ferry crossing took 45 minutes, and I would stand at the rail looking out over the water, one foot raised on the next rung, at twelve most girls were still clumsy, squatting open crotched, not realising or aware their body position had alerted and was probably arousing a man, looking at them. In that sense I was aware, I knew the value of my age and what my body did to men around me, so when I raised my leg, my mini skirt rising to show an expanse of thigh, I closed my eyes and imagined man touching himself looking at me. 'Do you smoke', he asked me? I looked up and the middle-aged man standing there, his hand holding out a packet of twenty, 'No Sir', I politely replied, 'He wants to fuck me', flashed through my mind, and my body responded in the natural way, my nipples hardening, my clitoris stimulated, and my cunt swelling and wetting. 'You take this ferry every day', he continued, I smiled and nodded, my throat dry and my heart pounding. We stood alone on the deck as the skies darkened, it was 17:30 and ten minutes into the journey. The cool evening air was flowing freely between my open legs, I made no effort to close my thighs, I felt exposed but loved the feeling, knowing he was at least trying, how little did he know all he had to do was reach out and take it. 'Aren't you cold standing there'? I looked up to him, he was staring at my thigh, and I made no move to cover it, it was brazen of me, but I wanted him to touch it, so I smiled again, 'No ...
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