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It was the last train form the city back to Edinburgh and it was getting late when I boarded it. The carriage was empty and I kicked off my heels and put my feet up onto the opposite seat.
The carriage was very warm as the outside temperatures were near freezing, what you would expect in mid December. I studied my netted stocking with my red painted toenails sticking though, very whorish, ran through my mind, which appealed to my darker side.
I followed my legs up to my short skirt and even pulled the hemline higher to see the tops and the 'V' of my red panties with the faintest outline of 'Camel Toe' line.
I dared myself to sit exposed like this, showing myself, after all I was horny and could have done with some male company for a little fun, what's the point of being on the pill if you're not going to exercise it occasionally?
My husband had always encouraged me to be slutty, not that I really needed his encouragement as I have always harboured such ideas as a girl when masturbation took hold and a girl needed those sorts of thought to complete the act.
We are like the proverbial vicar's daughter, eyeing up the boys choir and flashing your knickers for snogging session with a few at a time, whilst clutching a bible to appease daddy, who is coming on hard with your girlfriend in the confessional. That's why religion never quiet hit if of with me, the hypocrisy of it all, all that faith vanishes with the scent of a girls cunt or boys bum.
But what the hell, we all go through life with our Walter Mitty complexities, being something we are not, such as I, being a faithful wife, on the surface and a stranger's cum slut, like now, aching for a dirty fuck on the last train home.
I pull the elastic edge of my red panties to the side and look at my smooth and beautifully contoured pussy, an organ of exquisite pleasure that can only be given or taken in equal amounts, who cares how a man accesses it, I can be a whore or a victim, it's my choice what I want to be when being fucked, and in my head it's the best scenario that leads to the best orgasm, either way I want it, and as I concede, I take my red panties off and sit open legged and wait for the first cock to board.
Right now my husband is hundred of miles away and yet some more. He is working on a platform in the middle of the North Sea so I am free, like I am when I travel through to Glasgow, where no one knows me for my weekend sex.
Edinburgh has some great places for getting off on, but everybody knows everybody and everybody is fucking everybody else on darkened street corners, up closes, and in toilets, I have done the lot and walked into bars with cum running down my inner thighs being chatted up by a some drunk who thinks he is an a promise, little does he know my excessive lubrication has nothing to do with his boring chat-up lines or good looks, he is surfing on another man's spunk, I'm on the pill and the the thrill off bare-backing, you fuck me I wrap my bare pussy around your cock and you feel the real me, not some gossamer barrier.
There is a change in the engine revs, I guess the driver is in his cabin and I look around at my loneliness, where are the men and the r****ts when you need them, flashes through my head as my fingers toy freely with my wet cunt.
I look across at my reflection in the darkened glass of the window, and study my beautiful reflection as I masturbate, iff only a man would come right now I would let him see how a woman does it and I look at my frog-like sitting, with my legs open and pulled back like the frogs we used to dissect in biology classes, even my red panties, hanging loosely around my right ankle, is like a red rag to a bull, trouble is, where are the fucking bulls when you need one?
There are hundreds of thousands of women like me out of the millions who inhabit this country right now at this very moment want to have sex with a stranger.
It's how we are, my best sex has always been up a back alley, or being forced against my will, a 'bit of rough' to make you feel like a female.
I have been slapped on the face and had my bum 'skelped', like a naughty schoolgirl, while feeling his cock move around in my belly.
I like a bit of v******e, what hot woman does not? Looking back in a mirror, after a bath, much later, and seeing a clear red hand-mark on my pink fleshy posterior and gently touching the warm raised flesh, is as good as revisiting the fucking experience in your head.
Women have evolved like that to ensure the survival of the species, the ability to have multiple orgasms and partners in one sitting, so masturbation after sex when alone is more common for women, as men snore with sweet dreams, wives are fingering to dirty thoughts of their best mates suggestive overtures and I laugh to myself, I just realized something, I will call Harry, he has a nice cock.
The train shunts as I speed dial Harry, 'I will be there within the hour', I breath deeply, knowing Harry squirms when I'm nasal. 'you know I'm wet darling', and I lower the phone to my wet cunt and squish my finger around my vaginal secretions, making loud squishy noises, 'yes darling, you know it, darling, yes Harry, I want a fuck' and at that I hang up and continue masturbating to pass the next 45 minutes.
By the time we pull into Edinburgh's Waverly station I am besides myself with lust and make no effort to cover my modesty as my panties are in my sweaty palm as I run towards Harry at the barrier.
I extend my arm and pass my small bundle of red to him, 'Put them in your pocket', I breath, 'and lets go up the crags for men'. By the crags I meant 'Arthur's Seat' a great place to find pervs to do what decent and boring men wont, Harry loves that, watching me being used to seed men's balls, while he jacks off.
Harry steers with one hand as I sit opened legged and let him finger me as we drive to the top and stop close to the small man made lake. There are no lights up here, why bother, girls don't normally come here unless they are wanting sex.
It's quiet and I am horny, 'Blow Job Uncle Harry', I need to feel a man in my mouth, in fact in every orifice I have, but uncle Harry laughs, I have a better idea and he gets out of the car, after lowering the rear seats windows.
He goes into the boot and takes out a length of washing line, 'Come on', he urges me and I get out and walk to the rear of the car in the blackness of the surrounding area.
Naughty uncle I thought as he binds my wrist and pulls the free end tighter until I an hard against to boot, where he binds the other, now I am prostrate across the boor firming tied through the windows.
'Harry what are you thinking' I breath heavily and murmur quietly as he unzippers my dress and starts to expose my nudity to the freaking freezing cold.
I'm helpless as he now binds my ankle open and then stands back and looks at his handiwork.
'Harry for fucks sake', I panic a little at my exposure and helplessness. Now I am naked and I hear a cough in the darkness and Harry's voice, 'Help yourself', and he did, without mercy.
My nipples ached like fuck on the cold steel boot, like cold stones pebbles fresh from the Forth but having them groped and twisted, pulled and kneaded like bread, put heat and warmth back into them and that meant feeling.
His cock felt like a red hot poker in my dead cunt, dead from cold, but like all my erogenous zones, I existed to please, even more so being helplessly bound and unable to fight back.
Harry was close by as I copulated and then he ejaculated onto my long thigh, his warm semen running down my leg as it did all those years back when he started m*****ing me and making me the little slut I turned out to be.
If you groom a girl long enough she will reward you with her body and soul. We are made to be owned and distributed by men for sexual pleasure, so to those men who have beautiful daughters like me and are toying with the idea, take heart, it's the best was to teach us about good sex, look at me, I came a couple of times there and I am only just starting.
The carriage was very warm as the outside temperatures were near freezing, what you would expect in mid December. I studied my netted stocking with my red painted toenails sticking though, very whorish, ran through my mind, which appealed to my darker side.
I followed my legs up to my short skirt and even pulled the hemline higher to see the tops and the 'V' of my red panties with the faintest outline of 'Camel Toe' line.
I dared myself to sit exposed like this, showing myself, after all I was horny and could have done with some male company for a little fun, what's the point of being on the pill if you're not going to exercise it occasionally?
My husband had always encouraged me to be slutty, not that I really needed his encouragement as I have always harboured such ideas as a girl when masturbation took hold and a girl needed those sorts of thought to complete the act.
We are like the proverbial vicar's daughter, eyeing up the boys choir and flashing your knickers for snogging session with a few at a time, whilst clutching a bible to appease daddy, who is coming on hard with your girlfriend in the confessional. That's why religion never quiet hit if of with me, the hypocrisy of it all, all that faith vanishes with the scent of a girls cunt or boys bum.
But what the hell, we all go through life with our Walter Mitty complexities, being something we are not, such as I, being a faithful wife, on the surface and a stranger's cum slut, like now, aching for a dirty fuck on the last train home.
I pull the elastic edge of my red panties to the side and look at my smooth and beautifully contoured pussy, an organ of exquisite pleasure that can only be given or taken in equal amounts, who cares how a man accesses it, I can be a whore or a victim, it's my choice what I want to be when being fucked, and in my head it's the best scenario that leads to the best orgasm, either way I want it, and as I concede, I take my red panties off and sit open legged and wait for the first cock to board.
Right now my husband is hundred of miles away and yet some more. He is working on a platform in the middle of the North Sea so I am free, like I am when I travel through to Glasgow, where no one knows me for my weekend sex.
Edinburgh has some great places for getting off on, but everybody knows everybody and everybody is fucking everybody else on darkened street corners, up closes, and in toilets, I have done the lot and walked into bars with cum running down my inner thighs being chatted up by a some drunk who thinks he is an a promise, little does he know my excessive lubrication has nothing to do with his boring chat-up lines or good looks, he is surfing on another man's spunk, I'm on the pill and the the thrill off bare-backing, you fuck me I wrap my bare pussy around your cock and you feel the real me, not some gossamer barrier.
There is a change in the engine revs, I guess the driver is in his cabin and I look around at my loneliness, where are the men and the r****ts when you need them, flashes through my head as my fingers toy freely with my wet cunt.
I look across at my reflection in the darkened glass of the window, and study my beautiful reflection as I masturbate, iff only a man would come right now I would let him see how a woman does it and I look at my frog-like sitting, with my legs open and pulled back like the frogs we used to dissect in biology classes, even my red panties, hanging loosely around my right ankle, is like a red rag to a bull, trouble is, where are the fucking bulls when you need one?
There are hundreds of thousands of women like me out of the millions who inhabit this country right now at this very moment want to have sex with a stranger.
It's how we are, my best sex has always been up a back alley, or being forced against my will, a 'bit of rough' to make you feel like a female.
I have been slapped on the face and had my bum 'skelped', like a naughty schoolgirl, while feeling his cock move around in my belly.
I like a bit of v******e, what hot woman does not? Looking back in a mirror, after a bath, much later, and seeing a clear red hand-mark on my pink fleshy posterior and gently touching the warm raised flesh, is as good as revisiting the fucking experience in your head.
Women have evolved like that to ensure the survival of the species, the ability to have multiple orgasms and partners in one sitting, so masturbation after sex when alone is more common for women, as men snore with sweet dreams, wives are fingering to dirty thoughts of their best mates suggestive overtures and I laugh to myself, I just realized something, I will call Harry, he has a nice cock.
The train shunts as I speed dial Harry, 'I will be there within the hour', I breath deeply, knowing Harry squirms when I'm nasal. 'you know I'm wet darling', and I lower the phone to my wet cunt and squish my finger around my vaginal secretions, making loud squishy noises, 'yes darling, you know it, darling, yes Harry, I want a fuck' and at that I hang up and continue masturbating to pass the next 45 minutes.
By the time we pull into Edinburgh's Waverly station I am besides myself with lust and make no effort to cover my modesty as my panties are in my sweaty palm as I run towards Harry at the barrier.
I extend my arm and pass my small bundle of red to him, 'Put them in your pocket', I breath, 'and lets go up the crags for men'. By the crags I meant 'Arthur's Seat' a great place to find pervs to do what decent and boring men wont, Harry loves that, watching me being used to seed men's balls, while he jacks off.
Harry steers with one hand as I sit opened legged and let him finger me as we drive to the top and stop close to the small man made lake. There are no lights up here, why bother, girls don't normally come here unless they are wanting sex.
It's quiet and I am horny, 'Blow Job Uncle Harry', I need to feel a man in my mouth, in fact in every orifice I have, but uncle Harry laughs, I have a better idea and he gets out of the car, after lowering the rear seats windows.
He goes into the boot and takes out a length of washing line, 'Come on', he urges me and I get out and walk to the rear of the car in the blackness of the surrounding area.
Naughty uncle I thought as he binds my wrist and pulls the free end tighter until I an hard against to boot, where he binds the other, now I am prostrate across the boor firming tied through the windows.
'Harry what are you thinking' I breath heavily and murmur quietly as he unzippers my dress and starts to expose my nudity to the freaking freezing cold.
I'm helpless as he now binds my ankle open and then stands back and looks at his handiwork.
'Harry for fucks sake', I panic a little at my exposure and helplessness. Now I am naked and I hear a cough in the darkness and Harry's voice, 'Help yourself', and he did, without mercy.
My nipples ached like fuck on the cold steel boot, like cold stones pebbles fresh from the Forth but having them groped and twisted, pulled and kneaded like bread, put heat and warmth back into them and that meant feeling.
His cock felt like a red hot poker in my dead cunt, dead from cold, but like all my erogenous zones, I existed to please, even more so being helplessly bound and unable to fight back.
Harry was close by as I copulated and then he ejaculated onto my long thigh, his warm semen running down my leg as it did all those years back when he started m*****ing me and making me the little slut I turned out to be.
If you groom a girl long enough she will reward you with her body and soul. We are made to be owned and distributed by men for sexual pleasure, so to those men who have beautiful daughters like me and are toying with the idea, take heart, it's the best was to teach us about good sex, look at me, I came a couple of times there and I am only just starting.
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