Sweats

“You been trying to see something?” He spread himself a little wider, slouching in his seat and resting a hand on her wrist as she applied more pressure and stroked higher.

She giggled again. “What am I going to see?” Her stare alighted on a growing bulge just inches from her hand. The outline of his cock was beginning to pull the fabric towards the ceiling. She nodded towards his lap. A fresh pang of doubt hit her, but the knowledge that all eyes were on her, her nipples pushing against her dress, her skin glistening with coke sweat, was too intoxicating. She wanted his cock in her hand, and for the others to see.

She reached up and gripped his waistband, raising her stare to meet his. “Oh, shit…” came the whispers from the other two, accompanied by muted laughter dripping with excitement. His stare came back, along with a near invisible nod of assent. She pulled down, revealing his length inch by inch. Her grin widened into an open-mouthed frozen expression of laughter – he was evidently not wearing underwear either. The elastic travelled down his hard shaft, revealing smooth skin and engorged veins inch by inch, restraining it between his thighs until she slipped it over his glans and flopped backwards into his hoodie with a soft, yet audible, thud. She exhaled through her smile of excitement. He was just as smooth and vascular on the underside, and it stood upright, rock hard.

“…Hi there.” She barely said it out loud, but as soon as she had, she collapsed into a fit of giggles, glancing at the other two with a can-you-believe-I’m-doing-this look. They returned her laughing disbelief with filthy smirks, one moving to guard the door.

“I’ll keep watch, then.” With him standing, Sophia could see his grey sweats were blatantly tenting, too. She stared at it unabashed, and then took her gaze to the naked erection next to her hand.

She took hold of it and began massaging up and down almost immediately, his skin pulling beneath her grip. It felt as hard as it looked, and her pussy tingled as she touched it. She was still giggling, stroking her new toy with drugged amusement.

“How can you guys get this hard on coke?” Even with his cock in her fist, Sophia needed to pretend this was all a game.

“We took something else earlier” his voice had softened into a lazy slur of pleasure. “In case.”

“In case” muttered the guy by the door. Both members of their audience had their hands underneath the waistband of their sweats now, stroking their dicks as they watched. She nodded in understanding – they’d been out searching for pussy and had spied a posh slut sitting all alone on the ride back. She squirmed a little at the thought that they had the measure of her so thoroughly. She started rubbing his cock in longer, more dextrous strokes, feeling out its full length and yelping with glee whenever it twitched in her fingers. She was breathing very heavily now, biting down on her bottom lip, up on her knees in her seat as she leaned over him. He was squirming, too, thrusting up into her hand and letting out filthy, selfish moans under his breath. She was feeling the coke harder than ever, the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.

She couldn’t stop giggling.

His hand was stroking her hair now. Rough fingertips against the back of her neck, gently, but unmistakably, pulling her forward, wanting more.

“You gonna suck him?” The guy still in his seat had pulled his own cock free and was openly masturbating at the very prospect of watching her use her mouth on his friend. The question had an impatient, bullying edge. It was more of a demand, one that stung with degradation, and the implication that “no” wasn’t really under consideration.

“Ummm…” more giggling. She didn’t, and couldn’t, stop stroking this cock. “Um… um…” the sound of his foreskin wetly unfolding as she pulled down to his base, and he groaned. “…do you have any more coke?”

Out came the bag again. He leaned across, pouring a measure onto his knuckles. She leaned in too, expectantly, until his sweaty hand met her upper lip and she inhaled deeply, the white powder vanishing with a familiar chemical numbness. She reared back, snorting audibly, absorbing the clump somewhere between her nostrils and eyeballs. “Uuughhh.”

“Fuck.”

Her high surged upwards, and she felt intensely, powerfully able to do what they wanted from her. It wasn’t a laughing matter anymore. With her heart racing and sweat sheen coating her skin, she could quite happily suck and fuck for hours.

Her head careened gently into his chest as she clumsily fell into position. She gripped him tight at his base and let her mouth fall open, dropping down and swallowing the lion’s share of his cock between her full, red lips. He let another groan, louder than before – “fuuuuck…” – and she drew saliva onto her tongue, drenching the hard cock lodged in her mouth. Almost immediately she began to work her neck energetically, twisting her head left and right. Pride swelled up in her – she had always known she had a gift for head, and finally, there was an audience to prove it to.

“Oh my… god…” his moans only spurred her further. The taste of his skin and sweat. She moaned, too, slurping and sucking. He was still thrusting skyward, and the jostling of the carriage made it all a clumsy and messy affair. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth, and he frequently lurched in a little further than she could take. She did her best to open up her throat, sucking him deep. She was on all fours across the seats now, her dress riding up and exposing her naked ass and the soft, dainy mound of her shaved pussy. Although she didn’t hesitate to keep sucking him for a second, she broke into a fresh sweat knowing that anyone walking past the cabin would get an unobstructed view of her cunt, regardless of their one passenger’s efforts to block the door.

She squealed into the cock she was thirstily sucking on as she felt, and heard, a stinging smack across her ass. Another followed, and she offered a playful wiggle in response, causing her dress to ride all the way down to her waist. A finger entered her. His middle finger, she thought, slowly sliding in and out of her – god, her absolutely soaked pussy in full view of the corridor. She moaned again and again, muffled by the cock that was now fucking her lips; she barely had to move her neck anymore, it was entering her fast and wet, the slimy, hard head scraping the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. That finger, fucking her deliciously slowly–

There was a loud tapping sound. She felt his finger slide out of her instantly, and she turned her head around to stare open mouthed at the two train conductors standing in the doorway. A long string of spit still connected her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. All four of them stared, unsure of what to do or say, but another surge of sweat coated her as she realised she was about to be thrown off this train for sucking cock.

The train had come to a standstill. “Right. Come on. Off. All of you, out.” They all grabbed their belongings, Sophia clutching her purse and shimmying her dress back down below her crotch as they hastily shuffled into the corridor and out of the door into the warm summer night air. The lecture continued throughout the humiliating walk of shame: “we’ve had several complaints”, “we can all see what you’ve been doing in there” – none of them were in a particular hurry to stick around and make excuses.

“It’s more trouble than it’s worth to involve the police. You’re lucky.” The stone-faced conductor slammed the door behind him and the train pulled away, leaving them stranded on the platform. Sophia watched, still tingling with coke-fuelled arrogance, yet mortified as car after car passed, every passenger regarding them with judgemental amusement. She noticed a couple of phones out. Taking pictures. Of her. Thrown off for being a slut.

“There’ll be another one in half an hour” one of the guys said. It was one of those rural stations that was barely a station – just a platform to get on and off. Sophia could see they’d been stranded amid fields and country roads. There was really nowhere she could go.

She sat herself down on the platform’s solitary bench, underneath the low yellow light from overhead.

“Fuck, I can’t believe that just happened.”

She looked up. The men were standing around her, all three of them. Looming.

“What?” She saw that their bulges hadn’t diminished at all. “Oh”. She looked around. “Here?”

“No one else here.” It was the man whose cock she’d already had down her throat. “No one’s gonna see now.” He tugged his waistband down and his cock flopped free again, still glistening with the coating of drool she’d given it earlier. He took hold of it, and waved it, taunting her.

Stranded like this, it felt like less of a cokey game than it had done. Although the high was keeping her horny and, she had to admit, achingly willing, she knew now she was in the middle of nowhere with three bullies, evidently bigger than her, stronger, and expecting everything. Worse still, the only reason she could think to deny them would be that it was improper.

“We’re going to get in more trouble…”

She took hold of his shaft again, and leaned forward off the bench, sliding her lips over the head and drawing it into the back of her mouth. He resumed his thrusts, opposing the jerking movement of her head. As soon as the salty taste of precum slid over her tongue, she felt that sluttish urge take full hold over her once more. The others slid their waistbands down and two more sizeable cocks were presented. She took one in each hand, stroking in time with the methodical sliding of her lips up and down the one in the middle.