[Leopard]

Evie

Closing her eyes tightly, Evie imagined the man tiring of whipping her ass with the belt, imagined him tossing it aside onto the seat opposite before climbing on top of her. In her mind the man grabbed her head and ground it down against the rough seat. only then would he slide down his pants and underwear, not letting her see but slowly and precisely describing to her how hard he was getting from looking down at the struggling little cunt beneath him. Evie imagined him hot and hard and sweaty, imagined dark wiry curls of pubic hair that she'd be finding at random in her clothing for days.

Gross, gross, gross.

The image was disgusting, and yet did nothing to slow her play. Evie added a third finger as she imagined the man lowering himself down on top of her, pushed her hips forward into the seat as she imagined his weight enveloping her small body. In her mind's eye, the man forced the head of his cock inside her - not a big man, but enough to make her wince and clench tight at the thought of his cum spilling out of him and into her body. Her mind only ever recorded one thrust of his cock - a deep, rough, driving thrust that felt as if it split her open - but that one thrust was enough to push her over the edge.

Evie moaned out low and long into the seat as her orgasm overcame her, feeling her pussy clench tight around her three fingers again and again with an iron tight grip. Waves of heat and pleasure dizzied her, like a thousand lights being flashed in her eyes from a thousand different directions in a misty field at night. The rest of her body shook with the kind of tremors that had worried past lovers as all her of her energy focused itself on tightening her pussy over and over, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure from her heightened nerves.

Finally the quaking eased, and the pleasure ebbed away, leaving Evie feeling drenched and drained. She flopped onto her back to make it easier to breathe, her lungs still working as hard as they could. Her heartbeat pounded through her body, carrying the news of her orgasm to every exhausted limb, drumming out the word from her chest for all to hear.

It belatedly occurred to Evie that she was still on a public train, but one glance was all she spared at the window on the compartment door. Seeing that, as expected, there was no one there watching, Evie's vision slipped back down to the floor, some corner of her mind baiting her that it might be cooler down there.

Down on the floor where I belong, Evie thought to herself as she slipped off the seat and down onto the hard, rubber grated floor of the compartment. Down in the dark, where dirty little girls wait on their knees, and others lie used and broken.

Her muscles were like jelly and did nothing to slow her fall. She rolled to awkwardly lie on her side on the floor of the compartment, the long, thin slats of hard rubber that comprised it cool but sharp against her hot cheek as she lay there, limbs akimbo, still fighting to catch her breath, any other co-ordination beyond the battle for control of her lungs far beyond her.

After what seemed an eternity, Evie's breathing slowed to normal and she stretched out on the floor, arching back and letting out a contented little murmur that could only be described as a cute girl's meow. She licked her lips, her right hand running from her knee up her thigh, her left sliding up over her skirt and t-shirt covered tummy to cup her breast. Realising that she had never gotten around to taking off her bra, Evie grinned to herself.

Well that just means I'll have to play again, Evie thought to herself. Two orgasms is better than one, anyway.