The subway car
rattles beneath me, a shaky metal beast hauling my ass home after a party that
promised more than it delivered. My cropped tee clings to my perky tits, riding
up just enough to flash my flat, pale stomach, while my skirt hugs my hips
tight, barely covering my plump, juicy ass. My wedge sneakers tap the grimy
floor in rhythm with the train’s jolts, my long, shapely thighs crossed as I
scroll through my phone, half-buzzed and fully pissed at the night’s lack of
action. My dark wavy hair sticks to my sweaty neck, and my brown eyes—sharp
under long lashes—glint with boredom as I chew my full, pouty lips, glossy with
shimmer.
The car’s mostly dead, just a handful of nobodies avoiding eye contact, but there’s this one fucker who’s impossible to ignore—a wild-eyed preacher pacing the aisle like he owns it. He’s in his 40s, white, with a scruffy beard framing a square jaw, tangled brown hair, and brown eyes blazing with that unhinged fire only the truly fucked-up can pull off. He’s maybe 6’0”, broad but lean, his scuffed boots thudding as his trench coat flaps open, revealing a stained white shirt, black pants, and a silver cross dangling from his neck. His voice booms over the train’s rumble, ranting about sin and hellfire, waving a tattered Bible like it’s a goddamn sword. “Repent, sinners! Lust will drag you to the pit!” he bellows, sweat beading on his forehead.
I roll my eyes, smirking—fuck this guy. The train screeches to a stop, and the last stragglers bolt, leaving me alone with him. The doors slam shut, the car lurches, and his gaze locks onto me, raking over my body—my perky tits straining the tee, my pale midriff exposed, my shapely thighs peeking from under the skirt. “You,” he hisses, voice dropping low and dark, “you’re temptation incarnate, child.” He steps closer, his boots heavy, his brown eyes burning with something nasty—anger, hunger, who gives a shit.
I raise an eyebrow, my pouty lips curling into a smirk, my brown eyes glinting defiance. “Yeah? And what’s your holy ass gonna do about it, preacher man?” I taunt, uncrossing my legs slow, letting my skirt ride higher, flashing the black thong hugging my hips, my pale skin glowing under the flickering lights.
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his hand twitching like he’s fighting himself. “I must… cleanse you,” he mutters, voice shaky, stepping in close and grabbing my pale arm, his rough fingers digging in. “Cleanse myself of this… urge.”
I laugh, low and throaty, my breath hitching as his grip tightens, his body heat seeping through his clothes. “Cleanse you? Sounds like you’re the one with a dirty fucking mind,” I purr, mocking him, my tiny cock twitching in my thong despite myself, my plump ass clenching with a thrill I won’t admit.
His face twists—lust, shame, rage—and he shoves me back against the metal pole, the cold steel biting my spine, my perky tits heaving as I gasp. “Filthy whore,” he spits, yanking my tee up fast, baring my small, perky tits to the empty car, my nipples hardening in the cool air. He gropes one rough, pinching my nipple hard, making me yelp, my pale skin flushing pink. “You’re a sin made flesh,” he snarls, his other hand fumbling his belt, the clink of metal loud as he unzips, his cock springing free—nine inches of thick, veiny meat, the fat purple head leaking pre-cum, pulsing hot in the dim light.
“Fuck, that’s a big dick for a preacher,” I mutter, voice shaky, my brown eyes wide as I take it in, my juicy ass quivering in anticipation. He grabs my wavy hair, yanking my head back hard, forcing me to stare up at him, his brown eyes wild.
“On your knees, sinner,” he growls, shoving me down. My knees hit the filthy floor, my wedge sneakers slipping, my skirt bunching at my waist as I kneel, my pale hands gripping his thighs for balance. He slaps his cock against my cheek—thwack—the heavy sound echoing, pre-cum smearing my skin, my pouty lips parting as I moan, my tiny cock straining in my thong. “Suck it, whore,” he snarls, gripping the base, shoving the fat head past my lips, stretching my mouth wide.
I gag hard, my throat spasming as he thrusts deep, his hands knotting in my hair, yanking me forward. “Fuck, take it all,” he groans, hips bucking, fucking my face relentless, his sweaty balls slapping my chin. Spit spills from my stretched lips, dripping down my chin, soaking my tee, my brown eyes watering, lashes wet as I choke on his thick shaft, my pale hands clawing his pants, nails digging in. “Goddamn, your mouth’s a sin,” he growls, pulling back to let me breathe, his cock glistening with my spit, strings of drool hanging between us as I gasp, my perky tits bouncing free.
He hauls me up by the arm, bruising my pale skin, and spins me around, shoving me against the pole, my pale hands gripping the metal, my plump ass thrust out, skirt hiked up, thong exposed. He yanks my thong down to my knees, the lace tearing, baring my tight hole and my tiny cock and balls dangling free. His breath catches, his brown eyes widening with shock and fury. “You’re… a fucking freak!” he roars, voice thick with venom, his hand cracking against my ass—smack—hard, the sting sharp, my pale cheek jiggling, red blooming fast. “A tranny whore! You’ll burn!”
I laugh, breathless, my voice hoarse from the throat fucking. “Yeah? Then make me burn, preacher,” I taunt, pushing my ass back, my hole twitching, begging. “Fuck me like the sinner I am.”
He spits on his hand, slicking his cock, and lines up against my rim, his other hand gripping my hip, bruising me. “You’re going to hell,” he growls, and slams in—balls-deep, raw and brutal, his nine inches splitting me open, ripping a scream from my throat, my pale body jolting, my perky tits bouncing against the pole, my long legs trembling in my wedge sneakers. “Take it, you filthy cunt,” he snarls, hips slamming my plump ass, the wet slap, slap, slap loud, my tiny cock slapping my stomach, leaking pre-cum onto the floor.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moan, my voice echoing, my brown eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering as he pounds me, his thick cock stretching me wide, hitting deep, the burn raw and hot. He spanks me again—crack—left, right, left, my plump cheeks quaking, red and raw, the pain mixing with pleasure as I clench around him, my hole gripping tight. “Harder, you piece of shit,” I beg, voice breaking, my pale hands clawing the pole, nails scraping as the train screeches, throwing us off balance, his cock slamming deeper, making me scream louder.
He yanks my hair, arching my pale neck, my perky tits thrusting out as he drills me, his other hand groping my tit, twisting my nipple until I yelp. “You like that, whore?” he growls, his voice thick with vindictive lust, his cock pounding relentless, the train rocking with us. “You’re nothing but a hole.”
“Goddamn right,” I pant, my shapely thighs trembling, my wedge sneakers slipping as I brace harder, my juicy ass bouncing with every slam. He pulls out sudden, his cock slick and throbbing, and shoves me to the floor, my knees hitting the grime, my pale hands splaying out, my wavy hair falling over my face. He kneels behind me, spreading my plump cheeks wide, spitting on my gaping hole—hot, wet, dripping—then plunging three thick fingers in, curling them hard against my spot, making me buck, my tiny cock leaking, my perky tits heaving as I moan loud.
“Finger that ass, preacher,” I gasp, shoving back, his fingers pumping deep, stretching me wider, the burn intense, my hole clenching. He adds a fourth, his knuckles scraping my walls, his other hand spanking me—crack—my pale skin burning, my juicy ass rippling. “Fuck, you’re wrecking me,” I sob, my brown eyes watering as he finger-fucks me rough, his breath hot on my neck, his cock dripping onto my back.
He pulls out with a wet pop, flips me onto my back on the filthy floor, my long legs splayed, skirt bunched at my waist, thong tangled at my ankles, my pale body trembling, my perky tits heaving. He grabs my ankles, lifting them high, spreading me wide, my wedge sneakers dangling, and shoves back in, his thick cock filling me brutal, hitting deep, making me scream. “Take it, tranny slut,” he snarls, venom dripping, his hips slamming my ass, the floor cold against my back, my tiny cock bouncing, leaking steady.
“Fuck me harder, bastard,” I moan, hoarse, my pale hands clawing the floor as he pounds me, his balls slapping my ass, his cock tearing into me, my hole gripping tight. He leans over, his scruffy beard scraping my neck, his teeth biting down hard, marking my pale skin, making me yelp, my brown eyes wide. “Bite me again,” I beg, and he does, sinking into my shoulder, his cock slamming deeper, pain and pleasure crashing as my body shakes.
He pulls out, drags me up, and shoves me against the subway door, the glass cool against my perky tits, my pale hands splaying, my plump ass thrust back. He kicks my legs apart, my wedge sneakers slipping, and rams back in, gripping my hips, bruising me, his cock pounding relentless, the train rocking, lights blurring outside. “You’re my fucking whore,” he growls, spanking me—crack—my pale cheek jiggling, the sting making my hole clench, my tiny cock leaking onto the door.
“Own this ass,” I moan, my wavy hair sticking to my sweaty face, my brown eyes half-lidded as he drills me, the train screeching to a stop, doors threatening to open, but he doesn’t quit, pounding harder, faster. “Cum in me—fill me up,” I beg, my pale body trembling, my long legs quaking.
He roars, slamming in one last time, his thick load exploding inside—hot, pulsing, flooding my ass, spilling out around his cock, dripping down my pale thighs, soaking my thong at my ankles. I clench, milking him, my tiny cock spurting weakly onto the door, my cum mixing with the grime, my body shaking, my perky tits heaving, my pouty lips parted as I pant, wrecked.
He pulls out slow, cum dripping from my gaping hole, and zips up, his brown eyes cold now. “You’re damned,” he mutters, adjusting his cross. “Pray, freak.”
“Fuck your prayers,” I spit, hoarse, tugging my tee down, my pale skin streaked with sweat and cum. “See you in hell, preacher.”
The train hits my stop, and I stumble out, my wedge sneakers dragging, my plump ass throbbing, cum leaking down my shapely thighs, my tiny cock twitching in the night air. I’m Mira, and I’m still fucking unstoppable.
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