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“I’m sorry. I’m probably out of line,” Laney felt compelled to answer, bowing her head with respect.
“Yes, more than likely,” the gentleman returned. “But I’m afraid that you’re in our hands now. Compartment 11 in the rear, go there now and we’ll be there shortly.”
At that moment, she was the Marquis’ trained beast, right out of his dastardly book. As that thought settled on her, her sexual body turned on her, betraying her with a moist snatch beginning to pulsate already—she was aching for a cock to complete what her fantasizing had begun. Compartment 11 in the rear, she repeated to herself.
She turned her mind off, thoughtlessly rising from her seat, and moving toward the back of the train, already feeling a little dreamy with the heavy ache in her lower regions expanding rapidly. Maybe it was the vibration of the train and its innate erotic allure that had her body humming, maybe the two gorgeously dressed people, maybe just seeing the Marquis’ mark on the wrist of this master. She knew every nuance of that simple tattoo for it was a duplicate of the one on Erik’s wrist. And so like Erik, the man’s demeanor radiated that unique quality of masterful authority that immediately connected with her hunger for surrender. He’d held out his manicured hand, and as he pulled away the starched white cuff, his gold cufflinks glimmering in the mellow morning light, she knew before it came into view what she’d see.
The wife? She was a very different story, but Laney knew she would adapt.
The wife was stately and proud and her natural elegance seemed to swell when she was on her feet—it must have been the stilettos that matched her suit that made her look so regal. However, she barged right into the compartment in front of her husband, and pulled the waiting Laney from the chair in a not particularly elegant fashion.
“Oh! Let me play with her, darling, please,” she looked back at her husband. Not bothering to get his formal consent, she turned back to Laney. “Let’s be a good girl and remember your place,” she looked down her pointed, freshly powered nose judgmentally. “You don’t sit where the master sits; that’s a terrible violation of the rules. If you’re not careful we’ll have to punish you. Won’t we, Bruno?” Her green eyes got bigger with excitement.
“I’m sorry,” Laney no more than mouthed as she stood up. She was more amused than frightened of the woman.
“Jannie, stand back and let me see her,” the husband interjected.
Jannie’s eyes narrowed, while her lips formed a petulant pout and she sat down in one of the facing seats.
“Let’s look at her,” her husband said, on taking Laney’s hand, and running his free hand over her cotton covered breasts. “Naked?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And naked underneath?”
“Yes, sir.”
He tugged at the hem of her blouse and quickly had it over her head and discarded on the floor.
“Nice, very nice,” he said, on observing Laney’s rounded orbs, and the perky nipples. Once again, his hand glided over her chest, then using both hands, he pushed her skirt from her hips and it dropped to the floor. He’d bared her completely, except for her shoes, which left Laney shivering nervously in the center of the compartment. The blinds barely covered the windows, and there was no way to make the scene more private, not that she would have been given the opportunity to do so.
His hand moved down her belly, causing her to hiss, “Ah, sweet!”
?
?Turned on so quickly?” he sneered.
“That’s how I’ve been trained, sir,” her voice soft and breathy.
“Then you’re doing very well.”
His fingers dove into the steamy portal and played there for a time, caressing the delicate flesh of her femininity and within seconds almost causing her to orgasm. She rose up on her tiptoes seething, but teetered off balance, having to catch herself on the master’s arm. She ended up falling into the man, and blushed with embarrassment before she pushed herself back upright.
His hand came around and slapped her ass with one firm smack against her buttocks, as he said cryptically, “Let’s not do that again.”
“No, sir.”
The pouting woman waited impatiently while her husband continued his inspection of Laney’s body; and it was a thorough one. For the detailed examination of her cunt hole and her ass, she was bent over at the waist, with her hands resting on the seat to keep her steady—her ass directly in the wife’s line of vision. Only after removing latex gloves from his suit jacket and snapping one over his right hand was he ready to penetrate her ass. Once that gloved hand was liberally lubricated with some slimy substance, he stuffed most of it into Laney’s ass. Holding steady was nearly impossible when he first shoved his hand inside the doorway, but she managed to stay balanced and not offend him again.
“I wonder if my cock will fit,” Jannie wondered aloud as she moved to her feet. “Bruno, darling, please let me try.”
Cock? A woman with a cock? Laney instantly took note of that passing comment. Not impossible, she told herself. Although she braced herself for the possibility that Jannie might not be exactly what she seemed, having made a quick study of her, Laney had to conclude that the sophisticated female in the merlot suit was all female and couldn’t be anything else. The thick prick summarily shoved into her rectum had to be a dildo. It was.
Laney looked back seeing the woman standing directly behind her, her face lit evilly to show her devilish purpose, as she rammed the thing into her bottom as hard as she could.
“Oh, darling, she will do nicely, let me get myself prepared.” Her irrepressible excitement made the whole compartment buzz with life.
One of the compartment’s seats conveniently pulled out to make a bed onto which the three were soon entangled, with Laney’s mouth covering the man’s erection as he lay back on the bed, and the Jannie moving in behind her with the cock strapped into a harness that was fitted around her groin. The woman ran her thick wand up and down Laney’s cleft until the shapely derriere began to automatically respond.
