Forbidden Warmth

I could feel him lower himself slightly, hooking his thumbs around the sides of my panties and slowly pulling them down to my thighs and curling them into a ball.

Then, he parted my buttocks and pressed something hot and hard against mine, inching forward as if trying to penetrate me.

"No...no."

The man behind me was Victor. How could I possibly have such a relationship with him?

With my remaining sanity, I bit my lower lip, trying to stay calm, and turned abruptly. "Victor, it's… it's me."

With my cheeks flushed, I lowered my head and pulled up my panties, afraid to meet Victor's eyes. "Uh… it's me, Mara."

Victor seemed startled and quickly took a half step back, stopping his movements. Almost instantly, an exaggeratedly large object came into view.

My eyes widened. Was he… was this even human-sized?

I was not a clueless, naive girl. On the contrary, my experience would put any young woman my age to shame. However, Victor's bulge, even more magnificent than any other I'd ever seen, still astounded me.

Ryan's was already quite big, but this was even more impressive, a full third larger. If I were pinned down by such a hunk, spanked and penetrated at the same time, I'd surely be exhausted, right?

The very thought startled me. I quickly turned my head away, shielding his lower body with my bag, and said in a trembling voice, "Put it away already..."

"Oh, okay…"

We got off the subway and headed home. Just when we were about to arrive home, Victor spoke.

"Mara, you need to be more careful next time," he said. "Don’t wear things that draw attention. The city’s full of people who’ll take advantage of that, especially when you’re young and… beautiful."

He didn’t mention the subway. Not a single word about what had happened minutes earlier.

He just spoke like a concerned elder, as if nothing had crossed the line.

I didn't reply, my mind preoccupied with the impressive member I had just glimpsed. I reached out and stroked my cheek, which was already burning.

'If I hadn't turned around… He would have taken me so hard in that crowded train…'

I couldn't help but fantasize, my depraved body growing increasingly uncontrollable. It felt like a swarm of ants crawling between my legs, itching and tingling. My mind kept replaying images of myself being pinned down and pounded hard by Victor.

Finally, the forbidden and shameful stimulation became unbearable. I opened the front door and immediately bolted into my bedroom.

"Victor, I'm not feeling well. Get yourself something to eat and go to bed."

I couldn't wait to throw myself on the bed. I stripped myself naked and pulled a vibrator from the depths of the nightstand. I spread my legs in Victor's direction in the living room, and flicked the switch.

I wanted it so badly!

I wanted a man to be in my bed right now! It didn't matter who it was!

No matter what the consequences, as long as he was as strong as Victor! As long as he could fill the void within me!

Until my last breath, exhausted and fading from consciousness, I was still thinking, what if... Victor rushed in and forced himself on me? Would I resist?

In the early morning, I was awakened by a buzzing sound and realized I was still holding the toy. Although the lingering sensation kept me lying on the bed, the urge to pee forced me to struggle to my feet, put on my nightgown, and drowsily make my way to the bathroom.

Then something unexpected happened!