1 comments/ 88724 views/ 1 favorites The Flying J By: hisemerald We were at the truck stop. You were dressed in a mini skirt and a blouse. A very carefully made cleavage was shown. At 6'1" and in 5 inch stilettos you towered over everyone. It was obvious you are a man dressed as a woman. There were a few looks from people. One guy in particular kept staring. He licked his lips before standing up and approaching our table. I smiled invitingly and gestured to the chair. "Please have seat, what can I do for you?" He barely glanced at me as he spoke to me. "I'm wondering if...ahhh...if the little lady here is for sale." He continued to look you up and down. He focused on your throat when you swallowed nervously. He was a big bear of a man. He had beautiful eyes and great strong hands but that was as far as attractive went. You could see he had been. But years of truck driving had given him a barrel belly. Truck stop food had fleshed out his face. He was 6'4 and I was hoping he had a cock to match. "Why yes, yes she is. This is shawna." I glared at you and you leaned forward to shake his hand. Your hand was swallowed by his huge paw and you looked at Me again, scared. I smiled sweetly. "There are two things I want to clear up. First of all, we have a shower we've bought for the day. You will be cleaned by My girl before she will do anything. Second, we need to discuss the fee. You are getting showered as well as whatever else you want. What do you want?" "May I see all of her?" "Of course sir. shawna, stand and show." I looked at you steadily until you complied. You stood up and turned slowly around. I put a hand on you when your back was to us. I gestured to our guest and he placed a hand on your ass. He squeezed, then slapped you hard. you jumped. I smiled with delight and allowed you to sit back down. "So? Does she meet your approval?" "I was looking for just a blow job but with the services you are offering I think that I will take the full list. Tell me what I am paying for." "First of all, My slave here will strip for you. Then she will undress you, making sure that your clothing is treated well. She will turn on the shower to your specifications and will soap and rinse every inch of you. Then she iwll do whatever you want her to do. If you are paying for the whole kit and kaboodle you get use of her mouth and her ass. She is clean, inside and out. No std's and I would like to keep her that way." He considered carefully. "What are your price ranges?" "It is 10 just for the shower, that includes stripping,washing and drying. It is 20 for a blow job. She is very talented but cheap. It is 50 to use her ass. It is another 10 for the priviledge of spanking her. It is 10 if you wish to use her cock. That's a hundred. For you, our first customer of the day, I'll give it all to you for $80. That is a spectacular offer since her ass will still be pretty damn tight." He grinned broadly, displaying even, white teeth. He pulled out his wallet and handed me a hundred dollars. "The extra 20 is because you are so beautiful yourself missy. I will let you know what I think when I come back. " I smiled as he took you away and ordered myself a piece of pie and the news paper. In the shower he stood there watching as you stripped your clothes off, hanging them carefully. The padded bra came last and he sighed with a little disappointment when it came off. you turned on the water and adjusted it to hot, the way he said he liked it. The you stepped back through the shower curtain and started takign his clothes off. The plaid lumberjack shirt was hung carefully, as was the t-shirt he wore underneath. His naked torso was hariy and large. His stomach was large but firm, not overly unattractive you were surprise to discover. Then, as you had been taught, you knelt to remove his pants. you laboured to unbuckle his belt and pull it from your pants. He took it from you when you stood to hang it up. You removed his boots, worried now about that belt. You set them off to the side. His socks were next, clean white ones to your further surprise. you undid his jeans and pulled them down his legs. He stepped out and you folded them to put on the nearby chair. Then you stood and waited. While you waited you stared at him openly. His hair was closely cut and dark, his eyes were blue, his mouth looked mean. Broad shoulders ended in hugely powerful arms. The barrel belly in no way hid a huge cock that stuck straight out from his body. Big hairy balls hung down framed by legs as powerful as his arms. you shivered a little from fear. "Come here, girlie." You step closer, within reach and a strong hand wraps around your upper arm. He pulls you to him and begins to explore your body. He pinches and caresses your nipples. Gently. You are surprised to find he is very gentle. His hand cups your balls and rolls them in his fingers. "Very nice," he says. He strokes your cock and you quiver with excitment. He uses your precum to lube up the hand job he is giving you. "You will, I think, be more efficient if you do not have this hard on to think about." He pushes his clothes off the chair and makes you stand on it, bringing your cock almost to his mouth level. He slowly licks you from base to tip the swallows you whole. He sucks hard, deep throating you while his tongue swirls around you. It only takes a couple of minutes before your hot cum shoots in his mouth. He swallows, moaning a little, and cleans you up. He helps you down and pushes you into the shower. Carefully you clean him, washing his hair and every inch of his body. EVERY inch. As you have been taught. You know the punishment for failure, and you know I know when you're lying. Once he was rinsed you waited to see what he wanted next. He pushed you to your knees and held your head as he shoved his cock into your mouth. You work frantically to keep up with him as he pounds it into your face. He growls at you to play with his ass and his balls. you get your hands busy, cupping and caressing his balls the way you like it to be done. you licked a finger and played with the tiny pucker of flesh, wiggling the tip of your finger inside his ass. He fucked your face and your finger for a few minutes longer. you could feel his balls had tightened just before he pulled out of your mouth. "Oh god!" He groaned. "I don't wan to cum in your mouth. Stand up, turn around and bend over. Make sure you're not going to fall over." You assume the position, standing with your legs spread and placing your hands on the floor. He picked up the shampoo and trailed it down the crack of your ass. He rubbed it in, fucking you with his fingers. "Oh you have such a sweet ass little girl. Oh my it's so tight (he shoved two fingers in you) I'm going to enjoy fucking it, filling you with my cum. you're going to love big Hank's cock in you." you shudder involuntarily as his fingers stretch you. That cock of his is at least 3.5 inches in diameter. He adds another finger and you moan. He fucks you for a time, waiting for the urge to cum to pass. He plays with your prostrate and you almost cum immediately. Suddenly his fingers leave you and you whimper, feeling bereft. Then his cock nudges your open hole. You bite your fingers and she slowly slides it in. "Oh fuck yes. you are such a slut! your ass is sucking on my cock. I can't believe how good you feel." he slams his cock into you, nearly pushing you over. He grabs your hips and yanks you back against him. You try not to scream at this invasion. He fucks you hard, slamming into you, his fingers digging into your hips. his roar of pleasure echos through the showers as he cums hard. His cock pumping and spasming as he fills your willing ass with cum. "Cum now you bitch!" His cock is still slamming into you, spurting scalding cum deep into your bowels. It doesn't take long, a couple of strokes on your cock and you are squirting all over the floor. your ass clenches, grabbing his cock hard and he roars again. He yanks you back against his pelvis, his twitching cock deep inside. Finally he pulls out and turns the shower back on. He cleans his cock, then you. He dries you, dresses you and sits you in the chair. He quickly dries himself and puts his clothes back on. He takes your hand and hauls you along behind him. You both find me walking around the parking lot, scoping out the other drivers. Hank pulls you up to me and grabs me, catching me by surprise. He kisses me soundly, that mean mouth being extremely sensual and erotic. I am moaning, all thoughts of resisting having flown. He lets me go and sets me back from him, I'm panting and my eyes are a little glazed over. "hmm..." he says, licking his lips again, "Are you sure you're not for sale?" That snaps me out of it and I open my mouth to speak. "Of course you're not madam! You are a paragon among women, too good to be used like that." He smiles sweetly. I can't help but laugh. He places your hand in mine. "This whore was fantastic! Thank you very much. I will be back in town in two weeks, from today. I hope to see you again." He hands me $20 more. "This is to ensure it. I'll be looking forward to it." He pats your ass and saunters towards his big rig. "Well, love," I say, "you seemed to have a fan. Now let's see who else we can come up with." The rest of the day is spent with you giving blow jobs and being fucked. We make a pile of money, telling most of the customers we'll be back in two weeks. I take you home, clean you and dress you as a man again. My big, gorgeous, hunk of a man. Then I take you out for dinner. We look like a normal respectable couple. No one can tell what a slut you are. The Flying Lesson “Today is going to be a wonderful day,” she thought as she drove up to the local airport. Her husband had bought her an orientation lesson for her birthday and today was a perfect day for flying. She got out and looked around for her flight instructor but there was no one around. She went around to the back of the hanger and saw two men working on one of the planes. “Hmm… I’d like an orientation lesson on that!” she murmured to herself as she eyed the tight little Wrangler wrapped bottom on the dark haired guy closest to her. He straightened up to greet her as she approached and she felt a tingle in her belly when she looked into a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen. “God, he’s gorgeous!” she thought as she introduced herself to him. She had always had a weakness for a tight round ass wrapped in denim. “Hi, I’m Kelly Richards. Can you tell me where to find my flight instructor? He was supposed to meet me here for an orientation flight this morning?" she said with a smile. Beautiful Buns took a step toward her wiping his hands on a shop rag, "You got him. My name is Robert, glad to meet you." and held out his hand; flashing a charming smile. This was turning out to be a very good birthday present, indeed! "Come on, our plane is over here." he said and he walked across the tarmac stuffing the rag into his back pocket. She followed a couple of steps behind him, mesmerized by the movement of that rag against his denim covered ass as he walked. "Oh, Lord; give me a break here!" she sighed to herself. He was very business-like as he proceeded with her orientation lesson; showing her how to do a pre-flight exam; explaining the controls and what the lesson would be like. She’d had trouble concentrating on his instructions; her mind wandering into daydreams about what that ass would look like naked and on top of her. She prayed she would remember what to do as he helped her up into the plane. After the proper instruction about the instruments and basic operation they taxied to the runway for take off. He let her fly the plane for take off and the adrenalin high was beyond anything she had experienced before. The lesson went perfectly as they flew around for an hour. The view of the world from so high up was breathtaking and the glimpses she kept getting of his muscular chest from the open neck of his shirt kept her mouth dry and her pussy wet with forbidden desire. She couldn’t keep her eyes from straying to the noticeable bulge at his crotch over and over again; trying to imagine what was just under the denim. When he let her land the plane, she thought she would explode from the rush! Flying was like nothing she had ever experienced before! He opened her door to help her out and she felt the wetness between her thighs. She was embarrassed and afraid the stain would show through her tan shorts; that he would see how turned on she was. He slipped his hands under her arms helping her down from the plane… and into his waiting arms which he wrapped tightly around her. She struggled against him till his mouth found hers, his tongue invading her mouth; taking her breath away. His fingers twined in her hair, holding her head captive; holding her mouth to his. His tongue probed, teasing; tasting. Then, slowly, his lips left hers to tail hot fire down her neck; to the hollow at the base of her throat, and she was dizzy and confused with desire for him. She felt a hand rough, gripping her ass, grinding the bulge in his jeans against her crotch. “What are you doing?” she protested weakly as his hand left her hair to unbutton her blouse. “I know you want it baby, I noticed the way you kept looking at my crotch all morning, and I think that wet spot I saw in your shorts is for me; so I’m gonna give you the rest of your lesson right now!” Before she knew it her blouse was open and his mouth was hot and insistent at her breast just above the lace on her bra. He slipped a finger inside the lace freeing the nipple and she arched instinctively against him when he drew her stiff nipple into his mouth; his tongue flicking over it. She felt him bite her nipple; rolling it between his teeth, and exquisite pain radiated through her entire body. She shook her head trying to focus her thinking… “Please stop... please… don’t do this. I’m a married woman, I can’t do this!” she panted breathlessly as his mouth continued to punish her nipple. “Too late sweetheart,” he growled as he took her other nipple between his teeth, “I never waste a hard on, and you’re the only woman I see around here.” Without thinking her hand slipped between them to grip the hardness that was straining to get out of his jeans. Oh God, what was she doing? All she knew was that she wanted to feel that bulge hard inside her. Was he going to take her right here? Where was that other guy she had seen helping him earlier; would he see them fucking? She couldn’t think straight with Robert’s mouth teasing her nipples that way. He backed her up till the work table was behind her; against her butt. Then his mouth was on hers again; his kisses deep, insistent, further confusing her; his tongue, probing her mouth, sending little electric currents to her pussy, while his fingers were busy unbuttoning her shorts. He turned her around and slid her blouse from her shoulders leaving hot little kisses on her skin where it had been. She felt him unfasten her bra freeing her aching breasts. His hands found them; his fingers pinched the nipples hard, causing her to close her eyes and cry out. She felt a little jolt of alarm as something was tied around her eyes and she was pushed face down across the table. Someone gripped her wrists, pulling her arms over her head; tying them to the table. She protested, struggling against her bindings, but it was no use; she was tied firmly and she sobbed her fear as her shorts and panties were jerked off, leaving her totally exposed; open to him. He kicked her legs apart roughly with his foot and she felt someone tie her ankles to the legs of the bench. Then he was behind her, his hands on her bottom spreading the cheeks of her ass and she groaned in fear struggling wildly as a thumb was pushed against her asshole; pushed into the opening, stretching her tight little hole. He removed it to insert two fingers… then a third was inserted and she cried out sharply protesting the invasion; the pain of three fingers in her where no one had been before taking her breath and causing little whimpers of pain to leak from her throat. “Please stop! Just… let me go, you can’t do this… please…” she gasped. He just laughed as other fingers were slipped into her dripping pussy, “Your dripping wet; I knew you wanted this, you like this don’t you baby? You want us to fuck you don’t you?” Us! The word screamed in her head! There was someone else here! How many were here? What were they going to do to her? She struggled harder when she felt something hard at the opening of her pussy, rubbing up and down the wet slit while someone stroked her clit, pulling it; hands pushed under her to pinch her nipples hard. She gasped, crying out; desire beginning to blossom inside her; to overcome the fear of being tied down, helpless and naked in front of strange men. She stopped struggling when she felt the head of his dick push its way into her pussy stretching her; filling her as he slid hard and steady into her hot, wet pussy; filling her up. Her pussy gripped him in a spasm of pleasure, squeezing him inside her and she heard him cry out his pleasure. “Oh my God, he’s huge,” she thought, as his enormous dick continued its way into her. She could feel the swollen head of his cock hitting against the ridges of her pussy as he entered her; sending jolts of electricity through every nerve in her body as he continued into her, thick and hard; till she thought she could take no more of him; he would surely split her pussy open; she felt him pushing against her cervix and still there was more of him. “Oh God,” she cried out hoarsely, “you feel so good… oh…please…” Her husband was very small and in her whole life she had never had anyone fill her up this way. Then he started sliding that wonderful dick in and out of her, his balls slapping a rhythm against her clit. She barely breathed as he drew his dick all the way out, the head pausing swollen, against the opening of her pussy; rubbing against her, to plunge deep inside her... his balls slapping her clit with each stroke. She thought she would lose her mind with the sensations her body was feeling. She felt hands all over her body. Two sets of hands touching her, caressing her; hands were everywhere, fingers sliding into her asshole, then under her, pinching her nipples making her gasp as the massive dick drove deep into her again and again; hands stroking her clit, fingers pulling it, pinching it, stroking every inch of her, inside and out, until she was mindless and on the verge of a massive orgasm. He pulled out of her and she cried out in protest wanting, no, needing to cum. She felt her bonds loosen and then, hands lifting her, turning her over to lay face up on the table. Her arms were pulled above her head again and tied securely and she struggled weakly as she felt her legs lifted and her knees pressed against her chest exposing her totally to his pleasure; opening her completely to his will. She was beyond resisting anything he wanted to do to her, she started to whimper a protesting as she felt him rub her pussy juice over her ass hole; his fingers exploring her there, opening her to him. He inserted 1, then 2, then 3 fingers again sliding them in and out slowly till he felt her asshole relax… She was ready for him. Her breath stopped when she felt the swollen head of his dick pressing into her asshole. “No, please you’re too big, you’ll rip me apart! No one has ever fucked me there!” She cried out protesting, begging, as the head disappeared into her asshole stretching her. He started to push deeper into her and the pain over whelmed her; consumed her. She screamed for him to stop, struggling against her bonds, and felt a gag pushed into her mouth. He paused, partway in to let her sphincter muscles relax further, pushing, withdrawing; pushing further, withdrawing; continuing relentlessly, till his huge dick was all the way inside her tortured asshole. He held completely still then, it seemed like he stood there, perfectly still forever; her ass impaled on his dick. Hot pain shot through her body, she felt herself being consumed with it, the rhythmic pulse of his huge dick throbbing deep inside tortured asshole. She was dazed; her breathing ragged, her breasts heaving from the pain. Finally the pain eased as her asshole relaxed and she felt him slide out of her to plunge back in hard and thick; she felt a mouth biting her nipples, sucking them; while that wonderful dick continued its sweet torture. Hands were all over her body, pulling her clit, fingers in her pussy… 1, 2, 3, 4, stretching her pussy, jamming into it; a tongue against her stiff little clit probing; lips sucking, teeth biting it maddeningly till she screamed her pleasure against the gag in her mouth… Oh God, what was happening to her; Oh God, she was losing her mind…. The gag was pulled from her mouth and a hot, hard dick was pushed all the way in her mouth and down her throat till she couldn’t breathe; punishing its way in and out of her mouth while that monster cock continues to punish her ass hole. What were they doing to her? She was dizzy with lack of oxygen as the two men fucked her mercilessly. Her breasts, on fire from pinching fingers, sent electric pulses to her pussy causing her asshole to grip him hard and she heard him cry out, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!!” She felt his dick start to jerk and swell with his orgasm, stretching her further till she was stretched to her limit; his massive dick pounding deep inside her ass; her mouth full of another man’s cock; her throat stretched, air cut off; fingers torturing her, pulling her clit; sending her into a massive, mind bending orgasm. She was lost, as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body; as she was filled at both ends with their cum. "Oh, God, I’m going to die" was her last thought, as she lost consciousness; a dick cumming in both ends of her.... She woke sometime later curled up on the table; naked and mercifully alone. Her mouth dribbling cum; she felt cum oozing from her asshole as well and she had never felt so wonderful. She sat up finally, her nipples on fire, her ass on fire, her throat raw. Dazed, she looked for her clothes to find, on the table beside her, along with her neatly folded clothes, a certificate for one flying lesson… free of charge. She smiled as she dressed, thinking about her next lesson…. If you like this story, give it a good vote; then, check out the other stories I've written. - nitegazer The Flying Scotsman There are times when there is no time, when it isn't just the urgent need between my legs which is the imperative. When the only chance for satisfaction is fast shameless action. Move now or it is gone forever. *** The Brits gave the world railways. Not just in the inventing sense - I studied enough economic history to know that it was Brit capital that financed most of the railways in the world. Including plenty in the US. The pity is, when you get on a train in Britain today, it feels like there hasn't been a whole heap of investment since that mid-nineteenth century heyday. Cold dirty creaky carriages. Timetables but no sense of time. Shitty food. I could go on. There could be a whole sub-genre of bdsm stories headed "british railways". So on the whole I choose to fly. Or drive. But not the train, please. But like every rule, there is that golden exception. In England it's called the Great North Eastern Railway. I mean that even sounds like a proper railway, doesn't it? None of this Virgin or Waggon rubbish. And the trains even fit the image. (Well, First Class, anyway, I've never bothered with the cattle). Large comfortable seats. Waiters in uniforms, carrying limitless coffee. Even those little lights you see in Agatha Christie films. Heck, any moment you expect to see Hercule Poirot come sauntering down the corridor. So when work took me to Newcastle (don't ask - it was as much of a waste of time as you'd expect. Nice city tho) I took the train. Three hundred miles, two and a half hours, England briefly felt like a First World country. On the return journey I was dog tired, and I had every intention of keeping as much space to myself as possible. I don't exactly get off on being surrounded by large north English businessmen trying to impress me with their knowledge of swear words and female body parts. So the papers and the laptop were out (the same laptop I'm writing this on, btw, an old second hand thing which has become a sort of totem, like a battered old typewriter). Leaving Newcastle it looked like I'd done it, all four seats to myself, but just a few minutes out we slowed down to stop at Durham. Now there's one of the great railway spectacles in the world. (Not on this particular journey - it was dark and foggy - but I've seen it a number of times so I guess you can call this literary license). The station is high up on the side of a hill, and as you look across you can see, half a mile away, atop another hill, the solid symmetrical shape of Durham Cathedral. A thousand years old but still looking impressive enough to put the fear of God into me. Ok you've had railways and now cathedrals. This is a sex story. I'll get on with it. The train was pulling out, I thought I'd got away with, when the door to the carriage hissed open automatically. I started to gather all my favorite weapons for repelling boarders. Then I realized - a girl. Tall(ish), brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail, twenty(ish), a slightly goofy smile but pretty and definitely nice looking. I quickly made as much space at my table as possible. There are few enough women in First Class, let alone anything young or attractive. The norm is a bespectacled dragon more masculine than the north English businessmen I mentioned earlier. It was a big question what the hell someone so young was doing in this compartment, but if it came to her being in the wrong place I was sure Sam could help her out. If only she sat down at my table. She did. Fuck, already my heart was pounding and I could feel the first little thrill between my legs. I didn't even need to look at my watch to know it was a little over two hours to London. I couldn't, could I? She smiled as she sat down, a nice polite English girl, an English rose, and I smiled back, a nice polite American lady, a slavering pervert who wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to her new traveling companion. To begin with the girl put her bag on the seat beside her, but I guess she quickly guessed that wasn't quite the done thing in First Class, and so she stood up to put it in the luggage rack. The move was entirely un-self conscious, but oh dear, the way her short black navy skirt rose up her bare legs (her clothes didn't need the tyranny of pantyhose) as she reached up left me with no choice. I was going to have her, or probably die trying. She'd pulled a book out of her bag, for reading on the journey of course, and when I saw the cover my excitement instantly increased. Merlin by Robert Nye. A proper book. A literary book. Not Swords and Sorcery or S&M. But...sex scenes that wouldn't go amiss on this website. Written in a beautiful literary style. A wonderful description of buggery that always makes me long to grab the nearest man and urge him to ram his cock up my ass. But also...a nun seduces a young teenage girl, thrashing her pretty pale bum while (unknown to the girl) a priest brings himself off over the girl's ass. Yes do go read the book. And my goofy little rose was reading it. I think I smiled outwardly as well as inwardly. I could see she was near the beginning, but that was cool because the nun bit was near the beginning too. I reckoned ten minutes would do it, and I felt sure I would be able to see the moment. While I waited, I figured her out. A Durham University student, no doubt. Coming down to London for a job interview. Easy. And that would explain why she was traveling First Class. Must have been a classy outfit she was looking to join. Yes. All of a sudden she was fidgeting. Her face was red. Although she was wearing a jacket I was pretty sure her nipples were poking at her pink blouse. Once again my smile was probably obvious. And as I tapped away on my laptop, I noticed that although the pages were turning, they were turning back and forth. She was reading and re-reading the same few passages, where the pretty young girl gets so thoroughly fucked by the nun. We were getting near York. No time to waste. "Good book?" I asked. It's okay, Americans are allowed to speak at inappropriate times in Europe. It's because we're viewed as crass, arrogant and ignorant, although I was possibly hoping for charming and interesting. Plus a little bit sexy. "Er, yes." Entirely as I'd predicted she had a "proper" English accent. Think Fergie, think Di, think every lame American actress who tries to pass herself off as a brit. Except Heather Graham in From Hell. "I read it a few years back," I continued, charming and sweetness. "Mr Nye has a remarkable imagination." "Yes." Clearly she was a little uncertain how to go ahead. After all she now knew that I knew. "Some very interesting ideas," I continued. In terms of literary technique? Or sexual possibilities? I hoped the ambiguity excited her. "Yes." She paused, realizing that, if this was to be a proper conversation, monosyllables wouldn't do for very much longer. The question was, did she want a proper conversation? "It isn't quite what I expected." "No. It's a long way from Tolkein or Harry Potter." She smiled. She had a nice smile. A nice face. Not beautiful, like I said before, but pretty in a pink and healthy sort of way. "Can't quite imagine Bilbo Baggins getting up to some of those tricks." "No. I'm not sure I'd want him to, either." My turn to laugh. The girl had wit. "Bilbo Baggins the sex symbol - it's as likely as Chekhov the Cheerful Chappie, isn't it?" My this was turning into a literary conversation. Fine, so long as it didn't stay like that. York was approaching fast. "You're reading English then?" I asked. "Yes." "What takes you to London?" "I've got a job interview. Banastres. Second round. They're an investment bank." I could see she was uncertain how much to explain, how much to assume. She'd probably got it about right, for anyone other than me. "Sure they are. Steve Pickens features number two on my all time list of Pains in the Ass. I'm at SPNO." "Sorry, I didn't realize..." "No reason you should. They must want you really badly" - almost as badly as I did - "to pay for you First Class." She blushed. Mm. Pretty, clever, but modest too. And turned on by Robert Nye's nasty imagination. How much perfection could I take? "I hope so. What do you do at SPNO, if you don't mind me asking?" I was about to answer, but the train was coming in to York, and I knew that the world of finance would be a slow route into her knickers. "Well I don't mind you asking, but I was actually enjoying talking about your book." I smiled, and looked her in the eye. She held my eyes, for a bit, then looked down, Di style. "Ok." There were people coming down the corridor, threatening our privacy, but it seemed we were both keen to remain as we were, and she made no more move to let anyone sit down than I. As the train pulled out we were still alone. Next stop Doncaster, but you never seemed to get many First Class there. "I'm Samantha, by the way," I said, offering my hand. She took it, every inch the wannabe trying to impress. "Annabelle." Shit, even the name was classic English rose. "I'm not convinced Nye is anything more than a dirty old man," I offered. "Nun seduces young teenage girl, it's hardly an original fantasy." "No." "I'll admit it's exciting," well that was something from me out in the open, but she didn't bat an eyelid, "but, well, ultimately it's all a bit male-centric. I mean the climax to that scene, literally, is the priest cumming on the young girl's ass." I got such a thrill saying something so raw. "But isn't the priest watching through the hole a kind of reference to that? The reader as voyeur." I nodded. Clever girl. "Well maybe I was a bit too distracted to analyze it too thoroughly." We both smiled. "There's real erotic power, the way he builds it up, don't you think?" "It's exciting," she agreed, looking just the slightest bit nervous, "whatever your..." She tailed off, but I knew what she meant. "Ever tried writing anything like that?" I asked. She blushed. "No." She suddenly seemed quite young. Excitingly young. "Let me guess - you have." The girl had front, I'll say that. More front than Harrods, as some Londoners might say. But then she was heading for Banastres. She nodded at my laptop. "Well it passes the time." I smiled, wondering if I possibly looked just the slightest bit wolfish. In fact the document open on my laptop was headed "TanCo - Investment Review" but Annabelle didn't need to know that. There was plenty of filth just a click away. She didn't react. I never expected her to. Oh Samantha, that's so exciting, let me read your erotic porn and get all sexy. Per-lease. "It's surprisingly easy," I continued, "to lapse into cliché. Heaving breasts, throbbing erections, that sort of thing." You'd struggle to find many penises in my writing but, again, Annabelle didn't need to know that. "And very difficult to...stop yourself from hurrying to the end. Although that's a bit like real life, sometimes, I suppose." She smiled. Clearly no virgin, and not too embarrassed about sex, either. There was silence. I clicked idly at my keyboard, my eyes darting from the screen to Annabelle's face. Suddenly she grinned big time, and blushed a deeper red still. (There's seems to be no limit to just how red the human face can get). "You're not writing one now?" she said, clearly delighted by the depravity of the young American opposite her. I clicked up an old story, and raised an eyebrow. "On a train!" It seemed the best news she'd heard all day. "That's outrageous." "No-one needed to know," I smirked. "Yes, but you were..." "So were you! I saw the way you kept flicking back to the juicy bits." "I can't believe you were spying on me." Her tone remained happy as larry. The discovery that First Class train travel could be so interesting was evidently only a positive. "Well if you will read pornography in public..." "Literature." "Pornographic literature." The train was pulling out of Doncaster. As I'd anticipated, no-one had come into our carriage. No-one was going to disturb our little discussion. "Okay," I said, "if it will stop you making a scene, you can read one of my stories. Be kind. But I'd be interested to hear the critique of a Durham English Lit girl. Particularly one who has Steve Pickens and Banstres after her." We were having fun, and my offer, however saucy and inappropriate, was one she could only refuse by ruining the mood. Not that she had any intention of doing that. Continuing our pretend theme she rolled her eyes saying "Oh well, if you insist." I think she expected me to pass the laptop over to her, but I moved over to the window seat. She would have to come sit next to me to read my dirty stories. Again she looked at me, pretending I was a silly disobedient little girl, but stood up and came around next to me. As her jacket moved I saw her nipples stiff under the material of her top. She wasn't just playing, then. She looked intently at the screen, transformed slightly into a student again. I'd chosen something mild(ish), girl meets girl, girl seduces girl, girls eat each other's asses, but none of the more "dirty" descriptions I sometimes go for. "I should have warned you it's girl-girl," I said nonchalantly. "It's kind of timeless, and seems to get everyone going." "Oh absolutely," she replied, still pretending she was pretending. Fine by me, she'd still come on way quicker than I'd expected. As she read I watched her long slim fingers on my keyboard, the ring on her finger, slightly ethnic, probably bought in India during that damn stupid gap year. Her face, pink and still flushed from before, the way her top teeth protruded ever so slightly over her bottom lip in a way that anyone but a madman would find sexy. The serious way the girl was reading my private thoughts. "You have a very...modern style," she said eventually. She was still only half way through, where the narrator (Sam/me) is persuading the other girl to pull down her knickers and expose her ass. "Dickens doesn't need to move over then?" "No." "No. But it works?" "Yes." She said it very quickly. "It works for you." She was still staring at the screen, slowly scrolling through the story. "Yes. It's exciting." "Meaning?" She looked sideways at me, then back to the screen. I think it was her comfort zone. "You don't need me to tell you." "But I'd like you to." "I'm sure you would," Annabelle said, "just like the poor young girl in the story." "Well go on then." "I can't." "Please." "I'm sorry," I could see she was a little bit scared, "I really can't." "Would you like me to tell you?" I asked. "Yes." She was almost whispering. "Please." "Your pussy's wet," I said. Her eyes closed and opened slowly, and she nodded. "You're reading my story about two girls having sex and it makes your pussy wet." She nodded again. "You're reading about a girl showing me her ass, Annabelle, and that makes your pussy so wet." Nod. "Do you want to hear about my pussy, Annabelle?" She nodded. "Tell me." "Yes." "No. Tell me." She spoke slowly. "I want you to tell me about...your pussy." "I'm soaking," I said. "My cunt is soaking for you, Annabelle." She flinched slightly at the use of the word but I could see she was still excited beyond measure. "I bet you're thinking - how hot it would be to show Sam my ass. Like the girl in the story. It turns you on, doesn't it?" She nodded. "You want to show me your ass, Annabelle, tell me you do." She swallowed. "I do. Want to." "So if I was to suggest we head for the bathroom, right now, you'd come with me?" She nodded, just about whispering "yes". "To show me your ass?" Nod. We probably looked like we were heading for the dining car, and fortunately there was no-one hanging around the end of the carriage where the toilet was. Not that we would have cared by then. I locked the door behind us. Not spacious, or comfortable. Sordid even. But at least it was clean. "Bend forward over the lavatory, Annabelle." I knelt behind her. The rocking of the train seemed to intensify the heavy sensuality in that small room. "Now lift up your skirt. Yes." Like the sensible girl she was, Annabelle was wearing plain navy cotton knickers. "Pull them down. Show me your ass. Fuck yes." Annabelle had a pretty little bum, nothing exceptional but on this occasion it was the girl not the behind that really excited me. She was pressed up against the wall, not comfortable I knew, but I suspected the humiliating nature of her situation increased Annabelle's excitement. Her lips were dripping honey, I could see that. "Now, open up properly. Show me your pretty little asshole, Annabelle. Yes. Wider. That's it. Stretch your tight little hole for me. I'm moving in closer. You like that? I bet you can feel my breath on your hole. Mm, smell you too. Who's a dirty little girl? I could poke my tongue out, less than an inch, and it would be pressed against your tight smelly asshole. Nnnnn. Ooh, you liked that. Pushed back. And I could taste you too. Taste your dirty ass. Tell me. Nnnnn." So quietly - "Lick my bum, Samantha, lick my dirty bum." "You want to come now, Annabelle?Nnnnn. With Sam's tongue pressed against your asshole? Like this - nnnnn. You want to come while I eat your ass?" "Yes." And with that all I needed was just a couple of delicate strokes with my fingers across Annabelle's clit and she was howling, no thought for where we were, shoving her little hole repeatedly back against my face. She turned and slumped down onto the seat of the toilet. She was exhausted, but sexy exhausted, I could see that. The way her eyes lingered on my chest was proof of that. "Me?" She nodded. I turned around and backed towards her, hitching my skirt as I went. Not ladylike, but I was a girl in need of a tongue. Pantyhose and knickers were down to my knees in one quick maneuver, and then I was opening my butt for this young English rose to see and eat. She almost had no choice, anyway, as I backed even closer in, forcing my ass on her, and then I could feel it, the warm liquid probing of Annabelle's tongue on my asshole. The mirror above the sink said it all, our flushed faces, creased clothes, and sheer desperate sexual need written on every expression. It was too much. Just a few strokes with my own fingers was enough. Annabelle nearly choked the way I bucked my ass onto her face. I caught my breath, but still wanted more. Seeing the way her eyes still burned, so did Annabelle. "You know what the girl in the story did next?" I asked. She shook her head. "Peed her panties for me." Annabelle smiled, a languorous look that seemed far more grown up than the way she appeared just an hour ago. "Liar." "But you want to." She shrugged. "I will if you will." Fuck she was hot. I'd never expected her to go for it. "I asked first." We were playing at kids again. "But you promise?" I nodded. "You want me to in my knickers?" "Yes." She pulled her knickers back up, odd but very erotic in the current context. I did the same. Both our skirts were hitched way up around our waists. She lifted the toilet cover and sat there, for all the world a normal young English girl peeing except she'd mysteriously and very sexily forgotten to take her panties down. Her eyes didn't leave my face, and my eyes didn't leave her panties. She even opened her legs wider, so I could see. How thoughtful. It took ages. Literally minutes. Then there was a slight hiss and a trickling sound and Annabelle's eyes closed lightly as she experienced the deliciously wicked sensation of filling her knickers with her own pee. I couldn't wait. I squatted quickly over her waist, my panties just above her panties, and let go, and she was fingering my cunt through the wet cotton of my pissy knickers and I was running my fingers through her stream and playing with her soaking material and we were kissing, for the first time, locking tongues that only minutes before had been probing each others' assholes. The Flying Scotsman For both of us our orgasms were quick, violent, sordid and delicious. I almost passed out, and came to straddling Annabelle's shaking body. Her eyes told me she still wasn't finished. "Fuck Banastres," I said. "SPNO needs graduates like you. We'll match whatever they offer. I'll personally ensure you get the best training in the City." Annabelle smiled, and reached to stroke my nasty soaking panties. "I'm sure you will," she murmured, and I almost jumped as a finger slipped under my wet knickers and poked inside my butt. "And if you're a very good boss I might even train you, too." A couple of weeks later, one of the Sunday papers had a travel piece bemoaning the state of British trains. Even on the great GNER, the writer complained, the First Class toilets were in a terrible state. It was Annabelle who pointed it out to me, lying on the bed in my apartment, a nice fat dildo sticking out of her asshole, but I wasn't interested for long because pretty quickly we were...well, maybe some things really are best left to the reader's imagination...