Heather, a lonely sex starved woman, was on her way home from work, mildly tired yet horny as hell. She had sat near the back of the train tonight, hoping to get some release privately yet in a public place. She quickly darts her green eyes around, then slowly slips her hand down her pants cupping her young hot pussy. She studies the highly erotic picture in the book she had found in her attic last night. She had took it to work today, only for this moment.
The red hue of the man was so vivid, he stood naked with his huge cock plowing into a woman on her hands and knees in front of him, a look of pure rapture on her face. A young girl, laying on her back under the other woman, was sucking his big ball sac hungrily. His body heavily muscled and his skin had a faint smoky quality to it. His eyes, black as night, seemed to be actually looking at her. A long forked tongue slithered from his full sensual mouth.
She starts to finger her hole fast, moaning and imagining his huge fat cock shoved up her cunt, pounding into her ruthlessly. She can feel her tight pussy burning from being over stuffed and fucked roughly by his massive cock. He growls loudly and unloads a huge gush of cum into her. When he pulls his thick meat from her, a river of cum runs down her thighs. Suddenly, he appears at her head, shoving his cum covered dick in her mouth. He forces his swollen head down her throat, holding her head with both of his large hands to throat fuck her hard and fast. In reality, her body starts to tremble, cumming hard and fast. Her hot nectar gushes from her fuck hole soaking her pants. She opens her eyes slowly, sliding her glistening hand out of her cum soaked pants. She glances around again, shock freezing her movements.
A devastatingly handsome man, dressed completely in black, is staring at her with hungry eyes. The huge bulge in his pants a sure sign he had been watching her finger fuck herself. A shiver runs up her spine, noticing that his eyes looked oddly familiar. Shaking her head, she shoves the book in her bag and stumbles awkwardly to the exit.
She exits the train about two blocks from her house, praying the strange man won't follow but then again maybe that is what she wants secretly. She swears she hears footsteps behind her but when she looks there is no one there. Her imagination must be running wild tonight. She just shakes her head and hurries home.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she runs up her porch steps and stumbles through her door. Locking it securely, immediately peeling her wet clothes off as she heads to her bedroom. She goes into the attached bathroom and takes a long, hot shower, the water flushing her pale skin pink. She steps out and dries her softly curved body quickly. Paying special attention on her silky smooth pussy.
As she enters her room she notices her window is open. The cool air feels so good, but she can't recall ever opening it. The breeze makes her plump pink nipples harden and her warm skin tingle. She closes her eyes, just enjoying the sensual feeling. Suddenly, the breeze is gone, the window clicking closed.
