Public Sex on the Subway: Rosie’s Slut Confession

Stranger on the Train

Things get wild in the continuation of Rose’s public sex slut confession. She daringly agreed to meet an online stranger on the Boston subway for a late night public fucking. And when he pulled out his phone to start recording the hookup, Rose began to totally lose herself in the moment.

I couldn’t believe it. While I loved having sex in public, this was perhaps the riskiest opportunity I’d taken. I mean, I was on the Blue Line, late at night, riding the cock of a complete stranger. His cock wasn’t that big but it was very thick. The turbulence of the moving train forced me to slam down hard on him, really stretching my tight, wet pussy walls. And when he pulled his phone camera out to record us, I started riding and grinding down on him even harder. This was by far the most intense public sex experience I’ve ever had.

Recording My Public Sex Experience

As we pulled into the next station, I sat still and clamped my pussy around him in case we had to conceal our public sex adventure. I leaned back into the stranger and he slid his hands up my shirt, beginning to tease my nipples. I took the camera from him and extended my arm in front of us to capture me sliding back and forth on his cock, moaning louder every time he squeezed and tugged my nipples. Fucking in public was the crazy shit I needed.

The second the train pulled out of the station he pushed me off his lap and instructed me to stand up. He guided and braced my hands on the overhead rail and pulled my huge breasts right out of my shirt. Then he yanked my skirt up to my waist, ripped my thong down my thighs, and slammed inside me deeply in one thrust. I cried out loudly, not caring if anyone heard.

Without stopping he clamped his hand around my mouth and growled to me that there were people in the train car ahead of us. I couldn’t see them from my angle but watching him fuck me from behind in the glass window made everything ten times hotter. I was so entranced, I didn’t care if anyone was near. When he removed his hand, I continued to moan in ecstasy and thrust my ass back into him.

The Walk of Shame After Public Sex

Each thrust pushed me forward, my tits bouncing against the rail, my heels barely touching the floor. The train picked up speed, the tunnel lights strobing across our bodies. I could feel every inch stretching me, his balls slapping my clit, the wet sounds of public sex mixing with the roar of the tracks.

I came first, hard and loud. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot cum. We straightened up just as the doors opened at the end of the line. He gave me one last dirty smile, zipped up, and disappeared into the night like nothing happened. I stood there alone in the empty car, legs trembling, his load still leaking out of me. It was time for my walk of shame.

I exited the train car on the platform where a group of four friends stood a few feet away, very obviously staring. Looking at their faces, I couldn’t help but laugh. As I walked past them, I cheekily said, “I bet your wildest sex confession will never top mine!” And with that I headed into the cool midnight breeze of Boston.

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