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I was traveling on the train to the center, a Saturday morning, to buy a sweater. And with nothing else to do, lost in my thoughts. When I arrived at Lanús station, a huge crowd got on and made me remember what it was like at Roca during prepandemia hours peak, but on a Saturday.
I settled as best I could trying not to get swept away by the crush, but more like the tide of people did as they pleased. And I ended up clinging to one of the handrails with both hands in an uncomfortable position. According to some, it had been an hour since a train passed due to electrical problems.
The doors closed after several failed attempts and finally the train left Lanús. It was then, with the movement of the carriage, that I started to feel a hardness pressing against my Booty. At first, just slightly, then bigger until I had no doubt that it was supporting me.
As I'm naturally submissive and timid, I didn't try to get away, although it would have been impossible because we were like sardines in a can. But what caught my attention was the man behind me, whom I couldn't see, not making an excuse. After all, it wasn't his fault; no one could move from where they had ended up.
I'm 1.70 meters tall and weigh less than 60 kilograms. Insignificant. And since I only had to find my purchase, I had dressed in a sports jersey and my aeroready pants, almost like leggings, which is so fine that it seems like you're not wearing anything at all. On top of that, it was a smaller size than mine, already very small. But I loved it and couldn't help but wear it.
The cock supporting me became harder and bigger, and in those first minutes the rocking of the The train was giving me a movement that was incredibly pleasurable. But after a few minutes, I noticed that the attack was prolonging more and stronger than logic indicated.
Obviously, I didn't say anything to my supporter because no one in the crowded train noticed anything. The movement, besides being sustained, started to become circular at some point. I had no doubts anymore; they were taking me with clothes on from the train. I lowered my head, said nothing, and let them do it.
Almost arriving at Avellaneda, the person behind me not only continued with their barely disguised attacks but also managed to free his right hand from where it was stuck and placed it on the side of my Booty.
The movement made me release a very light moan that no one heard, but it made me turn red with embarrassment. I couldn't pretend to be distracted anymore; until then, I could be a patient passenger who stoically endured an involuntary support, but with the supporter's hand on the side of my Booty, I turned into a promiscuous person who let themselves be done.
The first impulse was to react, but I was enjoying it so much and I'm so submissive that I stayed still. My head was a mix of madness, submission, and guilty pleasure. And the man behind me sniffed me out. We continued our journey like this, with me looking straight ahead, red as a tomato, and enjoying at the same time the pounding of his cock just in my tiny ass.
When we arrived at Avellaneda, many people wanted to get off while others were waiting to get on. The chaos. Like dominoes, one person would move so another could move, so another could run, so someone behind them could get off. I didn't have to move, but my supporter did. His cock left my Booty for a few seconds and what he did disoriented me.
When he ran ahead to let others pass, I felt like the right hand that was holding onto me almost at my waist was pressing hard on my Booty. A total grab without anyone noticing it. He placed his open palm with force... during three or four seconds he rose and fell, caressing my tiny ass.
I was already in ecstasy of pleasure, playing promiscuous above the train when the doors closed. I noticed that not only was he making efforts to return to his original position but so was I adjusting myself to be supported again.
And so we continued for the rest of the journey, both fully aware of what was happening, without doubts.
As the train approached Constitución, the movements of his hip pushing me over and over again became stronger and stronger, even from behind I started feeling grunts until I feared someone would notice.
The climax came when, with the train already arriving at the end of the route and the first movements of other passengers, he took advantage of a small space in front of me. I noticed that his hand was leaving my hip and with his forearm, imperceptible to everyone else but firm for me, pushed me forward over my back, so I would lean and arch.
Then the thrusts became slower but deeper. I felt like that enormous cock was searching to penetrate the thin layer of our two pants, mine and his, and enter where it seemed to be its natural place. Until the train started slowing down, I felt two slaps on my ass cheek and he separated from me.
Trying to breathe normally and not gasp like a slut in heat, which was really very difficult at that moment, I thanked the door that was about to open onto the platform in front of me rather than the one behind. I would have died of shame if I had to turn around and face the man who had supported me.
My plan was to get off and walk as fast as possible towards the revolving doors without turning back. However, before the doors opened, a hand took my arm and an imperative voice ordered:
- Get off and wait for me on the platform.
For some reason, I stayed frozen and the idea of disobeying didn't even cross my mind. With my heart pounding like with tachycardia, I walked two steps towards the exit as soon as a gap opened up and stayed motionless.
On either side, passengers were walking down the platform, disoriented by the delay, hurried, bumping into each other. I, quiet and looking down, received some pushes but kept still like a statue.
The flow of people was gradually decreasing and finally came to a halt. Then someone approached me and stopped in front of me. As I had calculated, he was a bit taller than me and I had no choice but to lift my head.
I found myself facing a fairly sturdy man, the opposite of the insignificant miniatura that I was, with a dark complexion, wearing work clothes from a factory or construction site. He had a backpack on his shoulder. He looked at me with a slightly disdainful smile. His erection was barely disguised between his legs.
No, you're not going to leave me like this. You'll come with me, he said in a dry and sharp tone.
And I followed him. It wasn't necessary for him to touch my arm or tell me where we were going. He simply started walking with a decisive step and I followed behind him, nervous and almost trembling with embarrassment. At no point did he turn around to check if I was following. He knew it already.
We left the platform but didn't cross the tracks. And we arrived at a wide staircase that descended and which I knew led to the bathrooms of Constitución. I had never been there before.
It was the moment when my rational part was screaming that I should run away. But another part of me, much stronger in that moment, was clouded and only guided by the desire to obey.
We went down the staircase side by side and, contrary to what I imagined, the bathrooms were not a dark and dirty den, although they weren't an ideal of cleanliness either. An involuntary wave of excitement ran through me, but as it had happened on the train, my little guy was still as flaccid and weak as before.
There were few people, Good luck. Decided, my companion went in search of the cubibooties and followed him timidly, joining his hands in front of him, moving them slightly nervous. He was first to the farthest from the entrance and the door was ajar: empty. With a firm but dry and discreet gesture, he let me know I should enter. I did so without being able to tear my gaze away from the floor, while listening to some murmurs behind us. More color for my cheeks.
I stayed quiet as a mouse next to the toilet while he locked the door with a latch, with a cocktail of adrenaline, fear and excitement coursing through my entire body. I noticed him looking me up and down and finally said in a low, dominant whisper:
- Take off your pants.
Almost trembling, I lowered them to my knees. My little thing was still small, almost not noticeable in the boxer briefs.
- What are you doing with that?!- he rebuked with harshness - How can you wear boxer briefs? That's disgusting. Put your pants back up again, please...
The harshness of his words made me hurry to lift my underwear again without a word. And the phrase he launched afterwards destroyed me:
- You have to use women's boxers, tangas, culottes... all the way to a feminine boxer brief, but not men's boxer briefs. It doesn't match, no, no, no... -he said while shaking his head and flashing a half-smile.
The humiliation gave me another dose of excitement. And I completed it with an Excuse me that slipped out in a sigh and unconsciously. Then he ordered me to turn around, lean against the wall and open my legs.
I obeyed very docilely, thinking about how I would be leaning back like on the train, but instead he stopped right next to me and started caressing my Booty by every corner. He did it at will, putting his hand as deep as possible while I lowered my head and tried not to notice how much I was giving in.
- Do you want me to grab you?- he said and I jumped. Not only did I have no experience, but also due to the size of what I had leaned on the train, without creams or something like that, it could be extremely painful for me.
- No, no, please don't! I almost begged.
He squeezed my booty really hard and spat:
- What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?
I kept going with my head hung low and in silence until I understood what response he was waiting from me. With great shame, I replied that yes, I was feeling unwell.
- Well, but you're lucky because you can suck my cock. Let's see, turn around and I want to hear you
I turned around, without realizing it, I put my hands intertwined at my back, like in penance, and started reciting: You can't have me because...
- No, no. Look at me.
I lifted my gaze with timidity and then yes, those degrading words came out of my mouth: You can't have me because I'm unwell, but you can offer to suck your cock.
- Well, it's fine, let you suck my cock- he said with special emphasis on the let you
With my vision clouded by the fantasy that was going to become reality in such a humiliating way, I carefully lowered the toilet lid and sat down there, waiting for him to pull out his cock to start sucking.
- No, I want you on your knees and here- he launched, pointing to a side where there was a puddle of water, pee, mud, and dry earth. Someone had tried to remove mud from their shoes by dragging their feet and had left a rut.
- But it's all dirty- I ended up saying.
- Of course- he said and sighed as if he had infinite patience- Look, when we get out of here after you've taken your fill everyone will leave like they correspond to their role in life so nobody will have any doubts. I'll be leaving with my pants up. Are we done?
I nodded
- And you're going to leave with dirty knees and, after the binge you're going to give me, wiping your mouth with a handkerchief. Are we done?
I nodded again, resigned to being treated that way. I got up, went to the corner and put one knee in that puddle filthy. Then I leaned back and he came closer until his crotch was just centimeters from my face. I could see the same bulge that had given me so much pleasure on the train and it sent electricity through my body.
Slowly, savoring having me kneeling between the dirt. He lowered his pants, ran his boxer briefs down his legs, and pulled out his dick, dripping with pre-cum, hard as a rock. He left it just a centimeter from my nose.
- Give kisses
I started giving him kisses without touching him. First on his shiny head, so my lips were instantly coated with his liquid. I moved to the side of his trunk, then to the other, leaving a kiss every centimeter. He was encouraging me:
- More, more, show your love, slut. That's it, very well, show devotion, show that you're in love.
Without realizing it, the kisses I started giving were with my mouth half-open and my tongue sticking out. Then, without him saying anything, I started licking his cock. First in sections, then from the base to the head. I started moaning as I did it, already losing my mind completely.
With a gentle push on the back of my neck, he let me know it was time to suck. He offered me the tip of his cock, I took as much as I could, closed my eyes and started moving back and forth, with my hands still in my pants.
- You're going to fill your mouth with cum and not leave a single drop unswallowed, did you understand? You'll go away with your slut belly full - he said, looking at me with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his stomach.
He held me like that for several minutes until I started drooling from sucking his cock and the mixture of saliva and pre-cum began to drip down my chin onto my shirt. Then he said:
- That mouth was born head master. Is this your first time sucking a dick?
I was about to take his cock out of my mouth for a moment to respond, but he stopped me.
- No, no, someone like you doesn't pull the cock they're sucking out of their mouth just to answer something that can be answered with gestures and not with a sentence. I followed the head and moved it back and forth as I moved it emphatically up and down to nod yes while continuing to suck.
- Do you have it clear that this is the first of many, no?
I repeated my gesture of assent, with my mouth full and drooling.
- And do you have it clear that from now on you won't be able to refuse any male who offers you his cock, no?
I nodded again with my head.
- Very well slut, now we're going to give you a name more in line with your reality. You can choose from three - he said as I continued to nurse and looked up at him attentively during his explanation - You can be Deborah, and they'll call you Debby, Magali, and they'll call you Magui, or Florence, and they'll call you Flopy. Now show me which one you like best.
I shook my head when he repeated Deborah, and the same thing happened when he insisted on Magali. And I nodded repeatedly when he said Florence. All with his cock in my mouth, without saying a word.
- You look good as Florence - he said with a smug smile - So Flopy, now you're going to have to treat them very well if you want a warm and abundant cum.
I took advantage of him pulling his cock out of my mouth to wipe my chin a bit with my hand, all drooling, while he was adjusting his pants to pull out two enormous balls, almost hairless. I started licking them one by one, looking up now with more comfort because the visual contact had given me a shock of excitement. I sucked them with dedication, putting them in my mouth and then licking them eagerly. I went back and forth between them several times until he ordered me to stop with a slap on the head.
- Go back to sucking cock again, let's go.
I put my head back in his mouth and started nursing at a faster pace while he pulled out his cellular phone from his back pocket. He must have seen an expression of terror in my eyes because he clarified right away that he didn't want to film me yet. He emphasized yet. He pressed some buttons and offered it to me. I grabbed the phone, intrigued, and with my mouth full.
- Ah, there you go to schedule it. Put your number and in the name of contact Flopy and whatever comes to mind: head master, cum-eater... Whatever you want, but add something so I can get an idea of who Flopy is.
On my knees and with his cock in my mouth, I grabbed the cell phone with both hands and started typing in the only possible place: between my eyes and his belly.
I wrote my number and also the name of the contact:
Flopy Chupapijas
He looked at it and smiled. He put the cell phone back in his rear pocket and took me by the neck. Then he started marking a more intense sucking rhythm, so much that I had to grab his cock to keep it from entering too far and making me gag. Luckily, he let me do it and I knew he was going to cum soon.
- You swallow everything, not a single drop left outside, greedy one -he said as he took my mouth.
A few seconds later, he stopped in mid-air, felt his cock pulsating strongly in my mouth, and pressed my lips. A jet, another and another and another more entered my mouth until it was full. It was a semen not very thick but with a very penetrating taste. Without encouraging me to swallow it, I kept it in my mouth until the convulsions stopped. When he pulled out his cock, there was so much cum in my mouth that my cheeks were puffed up. I stayed like that, on my knees and with my mouth full of cum, not knowing what to do.
- You didn't swallow... Do you like playing with cum, no slut?
I nodded my head, what else could I do? He asked me to show it to him and I opened my mouth carefully so nothing would spill. There was a lot of semen and I felt like an overflowing vase that someone is trying to move.
In an instant of carelessness, a little bit of cum escaped from the corner of my lips: some remained on my beard and a little fell to the floor.
- Now swallow...
I don't know how but I swallowed everything in one gulp. The pleasure of feeling all that semen impregnating my throat and traveling to my stomach was delicious. But I felt like they were looking at me with disapproval.
- You said not a single drop! outside. Nothing gets wasted, is that clear?
I understood what I had to do. With my index finger, I ran towards my mouth the thread of semen that was left on my chin and then sucked my finger. I thought that would be enough to satisfy me, but he pointed to the floor and with the tip of his shoe indicated where the cum puddle that had fallen off me was.
- You should lick it straight from the floor without making a sound, but since you're half-green, I'll let you pick it up with your hand.
I approached the puddle on the floor and tried to lift it with my fingers two or three times, but failed: it slipped between my fingers. On the fourth try, I did what I felt I should do. I placed my palms on the floor, brought my face close to that remaining semen, and licked it straight from the floor. As the last trace of dignity left me, a wave of satisfaction entered through the gesture. So humiliating, it excited me a lot.
While he put away his cock and adjusted his clothes, I was in a state of total excitement and submission, realizing that throughout the time we had been in the bathroom, despite the intense pleasure I had felt, my little dick still remained as soft and small as before, as if it hadn't dared to move under the domination they had imposed on me.
I got up from the floor and indeed both knees were very dirty with mud, dirt, and, I think, pee. I was going to have to leave like that. But first, he pulled out a pack of disposable tissues from his backpack and offered me one.
- You're going to leave licking your headmaster's mouth, just like I told you before. And besides, I've got time, so let's take care of a couple of things I can't let pass. Do you have cash?
I nodded timidly while taking the tissue and very submissive showed him the 2,000 pesos I had in my pocket.
- Very well, come here mine- he said bluntly.
He undid the door and walked out of the cubicle with his pants noticeably up, as if to make anyone who saw him notice. I left behind him with dirty knees and, as he had ordered me to, wiping the edges of my mouth with a handkerchief. It didn't take a genius to understand what had happened. An old man who had washed his hands said Was it yummy? as he passed by when I crossed him: there was some mocking laughter, but nothing more.
We then crossed the entire hall of Constitución towards the Lima exit. He was very determined ahead and I followed about two meters behind. On the sidewalk, he waited for me, we crossed over and entered a kind of fair. I was intrigued and a bit worried, but submission and excitement prevailed and I followed him.
We arrived at a lingerie stall. He looked around the stand a bit and finally told the vendor that he was looking for a lace-trimmed culotte to give to his girlfriend, preferably pink. They offered two models and then he told the vendor, a young and bored girl:
-I don't have much of an idea, so I brought my friend here because he's slim like her and has the same shapes as my girlfriend. Can he try them on and I'll be sure?
The girl looked at me surprised and I turned red like a tomato. But after a few seconds of hesitation, she said yes and pointed to a small screen inside the store that was impossible not to see from the corridors.
-The only thing is, you have to try them on above the clothes- she said.
I had to try on a culotte and he made me turn around while looking concentrated. Then, the other one. People were passing by through the corridors, some of whom looked at me. Someone whistled, another laughed, a gentleman put on an admiring face.
Finally, he chose a cotton culotteless with lace and a buttonhole, obviously pink. But I paid for it. I think the vendor understood who it was finally for then.
-Now, let's change- he said, laughing, as we left. I followed him with the culotteless in a transparent bag and we returned to the bathrooms of Constitución. We entered the same cubicle again and Without saying anything, I went against the wall, took off my sneakers, removed them, took off my pants and finally pulled out my boxers. I was folding it to put it on top of my pants but it stopped:
- No, no...that's trash.
Resigned, I backed up, made a ball with the boxers and threw it into a rusty bin next to me. Then I took out the briefs from the bag and put them on slowly. The friction against my legs, the softness of cotton, the way my tiny cock fit perfectly in front and how it fitted on my tiny ass were too much pleasure.
I put back on my pants and sneakers. He made me turn around and ordered me to pull up my pants a bit more. I did and he congratulated me:
- Perfect, now you can tell. You have to always show yourself like that, don't forget. To make sure it's visible, now tie a knot in the shirt, so it looks like a little top and doesn't cover the briefs' mark.
I did and he ordered me to grab the empty bag that I would need later. We went back out into the station hall, amidst a crowd of people who were just leaving because two trains had arrived together.
- Now I'm going, but there's one more thing left. You said you weren't feeling well, je. So you're going to go to the kiosk and buy a package of sanitary towels. Take them in your bag and when you get back home put one on. Use five days' worth and note down the date in a notebook. In 28 days, do the same. Are we done? Go, I'll have news for you soon.
Under his gaze, I went to a kiosk and asked with total embarrassment for a package of women's sanitary towels. There wasn't much variety and they gave me a Nosotras brand package. I loved the name and decided it would be my favorite brand.
Now without money to buy what I had to buy, with a boxers-less pant that was showing underneath my pants, the taste of cum still on my palate and a bag with women's sanitary towels in hand, all that was left for me to do was Get back on the return train. I sat in the next formation that was leaving from Constitution without problems. 'Too bad it's not full', I thought.
I was traveling on the train to the center, a Saturday morning, to buy a sweater. And with nothing else to do, lost in my thoughts. When I arrived at Lanús station, a huge crowd got on and made me remember what it was like at Roca during prepandemia hours peak, but on a Saturday.
I settled as best I could trying not to get swept away by the crush, but more like the tide of people did as they pleased. And I ended up clinging to one of the handrails with both hands in an uncomfortable position. According to some, it had been an hour since a train passed due to electrical problems.
The doors closed after several failed attempts and finally the train left Lanús. It was then, with the movement of the carriage, that I started to feel a hardness pressing against my Booty. At first, just slightly, then bigger until I had no doubt that it was supporting me.
As I'm naturally submissive and timid, I didn't try to get away, although it would have been impossible because we were like sardines in a can. But what caught my attention was the man behind me, whom I couldn't see, not making an excuse. After all, it wasn't his fault; no one could move from where they had ended up.
I'm 1.70 meters tall and weigh less than 60 kilograms. Insignificant. And since I only had to find my purchase, I had dressed in a sports jersey and my aeroready pants, almost like leggings, which is so fine that it seems like you're not wearing anything at all. On top of that, it was a smaller size than mine, already very small. But I loved it and couldn't help but wear it.
The cock supporting me became harder and bigger, and in those first minutes the rocking of the The train was giving me a movement that was incredibly pleasurable. But after a few minutes, I noticed that the attack was prolonging more and stronger than logic indicated.
Obviously, I didn't say anything to my supporter because no one in the crowded train noticed anything. The movement, besides being sustained, started to become circular at some point. I had no doubts anymore; they were taking me with clothes on from the train. I lowered my head, said nothing, and let them do it.
Almost arriving at Avellaneda, the person behind me not only continued with their barely disguised attacks but also managed to free his right hand from where it was stuck and placed it on the side of my Booty.
The movement made me release a very light moan that no one heard, but it made me turn red with embarrassment. I couldn't pretend to be distracted anymore; until then, I could be a patient passenger who stoically endured an involuntary support, but with the supporter's hand on the side of my Booty, I turned into a promiscuous person who let themselves be done.
The first impulse was to react, but I was enjoying it so much and I'm so submissive that I stayed still. My head was a mix of madness, submission, and guilty pleasure. And the man behind me sniffed me out. We continued our journey like this, with me looking straight ahead, red as a tomato, and enjoying at the same time the pounding of his cock just in my tiny ass.
When we arrived at Avellaneda, many people wanted to get off while others were waiting to get on. The chaos. Like dominoes, one person would move so another could move, so another could run, so someone behind them could get off. I didn't have to move, but my supporter did. His cock left my Booty for a few seconds and what he did disoriented me.
When he ran ahead to let others pass, I felt like the right hand that was holding onto me almost at my waist was pressing hard on my Booty. A total grab without anyone noticing it. He placed his open palm with force... during three or four seconds he rose and fell, caressing my tiny ass.
I was already in ecstasy of pleasure, playing promiscuous above the train when the doors closed. I noticed that not only was he making efforts to return to his original position but so was I adjusting myself to be supported again.
And so we continued for the rest of the journey, both fully aware of what was happening, without doubts.
As the train approached Constitución, the movements of his hip pushing me over and over again became stronger and stronger, even from behind I started feeling grunts until I feared someone would notice.
The climax came when, with the train already arriving at the end of the route and the first movements of other passengers, he took advantage of a small space in front of me. I noticed that his hand was leaving my hip and with his forearm, imperceptible to everyone else but firm for me, pushed me forward over my back, so I would lean and arch.
Then the thrusts became slower but deeper. I felt like that enormous cock was searching to penetrate the thin layer of our two pants, mine and his, and enter where it seemed to be its natural place. Until the train started slowing down, I felt two slaps on my ass cheek and he separated from me.
Trying to breathe normally and not gasp like a slut in heat, which was really very difficult at that moment, I thanked the door that was about to open onto the platform in front of me rather than the one behind. I would have died of shame if I had to turn around and face the man who had supported me.
My plan was to get off and walk as fast as possible towards the revolving doors without turning back. However, before the doors opened, a hand took my arm and an imperative voice ordered:
- Get off and wait for me on the platform.
For some reason, I stayed frozen and the idea of disobeying didn't even cross my mind. With my heart pounding like with tachycardia, I walked two steps towards the exit as soon as a gap opened up and stayed motionless.
On either side, passengers were walking down the platform, disoriented by the delay, hurried, bumping into each other. I, quiet and looking down, received some pushes but kept still like a statue.
The flow of people was gradually decreasing and finally came to a halt. Then someone approached me and stopped in front of me. As I had calculated, he was a bit taller than me and I had no choice but to lift my head.
I found myself facing a fairly sturdy man, the opposite of the insignificant miniatura that I was, with a dark complexion, wearing work clothes from a factory or construction site. He had a backpack on his shoulder. He looked at me with a slightly disdainful smile. His erection was barely disguised between his legs.
No, you're not going to leave me like this. You'll come with me, he said in a dry and sharp tone.
And I followed him. It wasn't necessary for him to touch my arm or tell me where we were going. He simply started walking with a decisive step and I followed behind him, nervous and almost trembling with embarrassment. At no point did he turn around to check if I was following. He knew it already.
We left the platform but didn't cross the tracks. And we arrived at a wide staircase that descended and which I knew led to the bathrooms of Constitución. I had never been there before.
It was the moment when my rational part was screaming that I should run away. But another part of me, much stronger in that moment, was clouded and only guided by the desire to obey.
We went down the staircase side by side and, contrary to what I imagined, the bathrooms were not a dark and dirty den, although they weren't an ideal of cleanliness either. An involuntary wave of excitement ran through me, but as it had happened on the train, my little guy was still as flaccid and weak as before.
There were few people, Good luck. Decided, my companion went in search of the cubibooties and followed him timidly, joining his hands in front of him, moving them slightly nervous. He was first to the farthest from the entrance and the door was ajar: empty. With a firm but dry and discreet gesture, he let me know I should enter. I did so without being able to tear my gaze away from the floor, while listening to some murmurs behind us. More color for my cheeks.
I stayed quiet as a mouse next to the toilet while he locked the door with a latch, with a cocktail of adrenaline, fear and excitement coursing through my entire body. I noticed him looking me up and down and finally said in a low, dominant whisper:
- Take off your pants.
Almost trembling, I lowered them to my knees. My little thing was still small, almost not noticeable in the boxer briefs.
- What are you doing with that?!- he rebuked with harshness - How can you wear boxer briefs? That's disgusting. Put your pants back up again, please...
The harshness of his words made me hurry to lift my underwear again without a word. And the phrase he launched afterwards destroyed me:
- You have to use women's boxers, tangas, culottes... all the way to a feminine boxer brief, but not men's boxer briefs. It doesn't match, no, no, no... -he said while shaking his head and flashing a half-smile.
The humiliation gave me another dose of excitement. And I completed it with an Excuse me that slipped out in a sigh and unconsciously. Then he ordered me to turn around, lean against the wall and open my legs.
I obeyed very docilely, thinking about how I would be leaning back like on the train, but instead he stopped right next to me and started caressing my Booty by every corner. He did it at will, putting his hand as deep as possible while I lowered my head and tried not to notice how much I was giving in.
- Do you want me to grab you?- he said and I jumped. Not only did I have no experience, but also due to the size of what I had leaned on the train, without creams or something like that, it could be extremely painful for me.
- No, no, please don't! I almost begged.
He squeezed my booty really hard and spat:
- What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?
I kept going with my head hung low and in silence until I understood what response he was waiting from me. With great shame, I replied that yes, I was feeling unwell.
- Well, but you're lucky because you can suck my cock. Let's see, turn around and I want to hear you
I turned around, without realizing it, I put my hands intertwined at my back, like in penance, and started reciting: You can't have me because...
- No, no. Look at me.
I lifted my gaze with timidity and then yes, those degrading words came out of my mouth: You can't have me because I'm unwell, but you can offer to suck your cock.
- Well, it's fine, let you suck my cock- he said with special emphasis on the let you
With my vision clouded by the fantasy that was going to become reality in such a humiliating way, I carefully lowered the toilet lid and sat down there, waiting for him to pull out his cock to start sucking.
- No, I want you on your knees and here- he launched, pointing to a side where there was a puddle of water, pee, mud, and dry earth. Someone had tried to remove mud from their shoes by dragging their feet and had left a rut.
- But it's all dirty- I ended up saying.
- Of course- he said and sighed as if he had infinite patience- Look, when we get out of here after you've taken your fill everyone will leave like they correspond to their role in life so nobody will have any doubts. I'll be leaving with my pants up. Are we done?
I nodded
- And you're going to leave with dirty knees and, after the binge you're going to give me, wiping your mouth with a handkerchief. Are we done?
I nodded again, resigned to being treated that way. I got up, went to the corner and put one knee in that puddle filthy. Then I leaned back and he came closer until his crotch was just centimeters from my face. I could see the same bulge that had given me so much pleasure on the train and it sent electricity through my body.
Slowly, savoring having me kneeling between the dirt. He lowered his pants, ran his boxer briefs down his legs, and pulled out his dick, dripping with pre-cum, hard as a rock. He left it just a centimeter from my nose.
- Give kisses
I started giving him kisses without touching him. First on his shiny head, so my lips were instantly coated with his liquid. I moved to the side of his trunk, then to the other, leaving a kiss every centimeter. He was encouraging me:
- More, more, show your love, slut. That's it, very well, show devotion, show that you're in love.
Without realizing it, the kisses I started giving were with my mouth half-open and my tongue sticking out. Then, without him saying anything, I started licking his cock. First in sections, then from the base to the head. I started moaning as I did it, already losing my mind completely.
With a gentle push on the back of my neck, he let me know it was time to suck. He offered me the tip of his cock, I took as much as I could, closed my eyes and started moving back and forth, with my hands still in my pants.
- You're going to fill your mouth with cum and not leave a single drop unswallowed, did you understand? You'll go away with your slut belly full - he said, looking at me with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his stomach.
He held me like that for several minutes until I started drooling from sucking his cock and the mixture of saliva and pre-cum began to drip down my chin onto my shirt. Then he said:
- That mouth was born head master. Is this your first time sucking a dick?
I was about to take his cock out of my mouth for a moment to respond, but he stopped me.
- No, no, someone like you doesn't pull the cock they're sucking out of their mouth just to answer something that can be answered with gestures and not with a sentence. I followed the head and moved it back and forth as I moved it emphatically up and down to nod yes while continuing to suck.
- Do you have it clear that this is the first of many, no?
I repeated my gesture of assent, with my mouth full and drooling.
- And do you have it clear that from now on you won't be able to refuse any male who offers you his cock, no?
I nodded again with my head.
- Very well slut, now we're going to give you a name more in line with your reality. You can choose from three - he said as I continued to nurse and looked up at him attentively during his explanation - You can be Deborah, and they'll call you Debby, Magali, and they'll call you Magui, or Florence, and they'll call you Flopy. Now show me which one you like best.
I shook my head when he repeated Deborah, and the same thing happened when he insisted on Magali. And I nodded repeatedly when he said Florence. All with his cock in my mouth, without saying a word.
- You look good as Florence - he said with a smug smile - So Flopy, now you're going to have to treat them very well if you want a warm and abundant cum.
I took advantage of him pulling his cock out of my mouth to wipe my chin a bit with my hand, all drooling, while he was adjusting his pants to pull out two enormous balls, almost hairless. I started licking them one by one, looking up now with more comfort because the visual contact had given me a shock of excitement. I sucked them with dedication, putting them in my mouth and then licking them eagerly. I went back and forth between them several times until he ordered me to stop with a slap on the head.
- Go back to sucking cock again, let's go.
I put my head back in his mouth and started nursing at a faster pace while he pulled out his cellular phone from his back pocket. He must have seen an expression of terror in my eyes because he clarified right away that he didn't want to film me yet. He emphasized yet. He pressed some buttons and offered it to me. I grabbed the phone, intrigued, and with my mouth full.
- Ah, there you go to schedule it. Put your number and in the name of contact Flopy and whatever comes to mind: head master, cum-eater... Whatever you want, but add something so I can get an idea of who Flopy is.
On my knees and with his cock in my mouth, I grabbed the cell phone with both hands and started typing in the only possible place: between my eyes and his belly.
I wrote my number and also the name of the contact:
Flopy Chupapijas
He looked at it and smiled. He put the cell phone back in his rear pocket and took me by the neck. Then he started marking a more intense sucking rhythm, so much that I had to grab his cock to keep it from entering too far and making me gag. Luckily, he let me do it and I knew he was going to cum soon.
- You swallow everything, not a single drop left outside, greedy one -he said as he took my mouth.
A few seconds later, he stopped in mid-air, felt his cock pulsating strongly in my mouth, and pressed my lips. A jet, another and another and another more entered my mouth until it was full. It was a semen not very thick but with a very penetrating taste. Without encouraging me to swallow it, I kept it in my mouth until the convulsions stopped. When he pulled out his cock, there was so much cum in my mouth that my cheeks were puffed up. I stayed like that, on my knees and with my mouth full of cum, not knowing what to do.
- You didn't swallow... Do you like playing with cum, no slut?
I nodded my head, what else could I do? He asked me to show it to him and I opened my mouth carefully so nothing would spill. There was a lot of semen and I felt like an overflowing vase that someone is trying to move.
In an instant of carelessness, a little bit of cum escaped from the corner of my lips: some remained on my beard and a little fell to the floor.
- Now swallow...
I don't know how but I swallowed everything in one gulp. The pleasure of feeling all that semen impregnating my throat and traveling to my stomach was delicious. But I felt like they were looking at me with disapproval.
- You said not a single drop! outside. Nothing gets wasted, is that clear?
I understood what I had to do. With my index finger, I ran towards my mouth the thread of semen that was left on my chin and then sucked my finger. I thought that would be enough to satisfy me, but he pointed to the floor and with the tip of his shoe indicated where the cum puddle that had fallen off me was.
- You should lick it straight from the floor without making a sound, but since you're half-green, I'll let you pick it up with your hand.
I approached the puddle on the floor and tried to lift it with my fingers two or three times, but failed: it slipped between my fingers. On the fourth try, I did what I felt I should do. I placed my palms on the floor, brought my face close to that remaining semen, and licked it straight from the floor. As the last trace of dignity left me, a wave of satisfaction entered through the gesture. So humiliating, it excited me a lot.
While he put away his cock and adjusted his clothes, I was in a state of total excitement and submission, realizing that throughout the time we had been in the bathroom, despite the intense pleasure I had felt, my little dick still remained as soft and small as before, as if it hadn't dared to move under the domination they had imposed on me.
I got up from the floor and indeed both knees were very dirty with mud, dirt, and, I think, pee. I was going to have to leave like that. But first, he pulled out a pack of disposable tissues from his backpack and offered me one.
- You're going to leave licking your headmaster's mouth, just like I told you before. And besides, I've got time, so let's take care of a couple of things I can't let pass. Do you have cash?
I nodded timidly while taking the tissue and very submissive showed him the 2,000 pesos I had in my pocket.
- Very well, come here mine- he said bluntly.
He undid the door and walked out of the cubicle with his pants noticeably up, as if to make anyone who saw him notice. I left behind him with dirty knees and, as he had ordered me to, wiping the edges of my mouth with a handkerchief. It didn't take a genius to understand what had happened. An old man who had washed his hands said Was it yummy? as he passed by when I crossed him: there was some mocking laughter, but nothing more.
We then crossed the entire hall of Constitución towards the Lima exit. He was very determined ahead and I followed about two meters behind. On the sidewalk, he waited for me, we crossed over and entered a kind of fair. I was intrigued and a bit worried, but submission and excitement prevailed and I followed him.
We arrived at a lingerie stall. He looked around the stand a bit and finally told the vendor that he was looking for a lace-trimmed culotte to give to his girlfriend, preferably pink. They offered two models and then he told the vendor, a young and bored girl:
-I don't have much of an idea, so I brought my friend here because he's slim like her and has the same shapes as my girlfriend. Can he try them on and I'll be sure?
The girl looked at me surprised and I turned red like a tomato. But after a few seconds of hesitation, she said yes and pointed to a small screen inside the store that was impossible not to see from the corridors.
-The only thing is, you have to try them on above the clothes- she said.
I had to try on a culotte and he made me turn around while looking concentrated. Then, the other one. People were passing by through the corridors, some of whom looked at me. Someone whistled, another laughed, a gentleman put on an admiring face.
Finally, he chose a cotton culotteless with lace and a buttonhole, obviously pink. But I paid for it. I think the vendor understood who it was finally for then.
-Now, let's change- he said, laughing, as we left. I followed him with the culotteless in a transparent bag and we returned to the bathrooms of Constitución. We entered the same cubicle again and Without saying anything, I went against the wall, took off my sneakers, removed them, took off my pants and finally pulled out my boxers. I was folding it to put it on top of my pants but it stopped:
- No, no...that's trash.
Resigned, I backed up, made a ball with the boxers and threw it into a rusty bin next to me. Then I took out the briefs from the bag and put them on slowly. The friction against my legs, the softness of cotton, the way my tiny cock fit perfectly in front and how it fitted on my tiny ass were too much pleasure.
I put back on my pants and sneakers. He made me turn around and ordered me to pull up my pants a bit more. I did and he congratulated me:
- Perfect, now you can tell. You have to always show yourself like that, don't forget. To make sure it's visible, now tie a knot in the shirt, so it looks like a little top and doesn't cover the briefs' mark.
I did and he ordered me to grab the empty bag that I would need later. We went back out into the station hall, amidst a crowd of people who were just leaving because two trains had arrived together.
- Now I'm going, but there's one more thing left. You said you weren't feeling well, je. So you're going to go to the kiosk and buy a package of sanitary towels. Take them in your bag and when you get back home put one on. Use five days' worth and note down the date in a notebook. In 28 days, do the same. Are we done? Go, I'll have news for you soon.
Under his gaze, I went to a kiosk and asked with total embarrassment for a package of women's sanitary towels. There wasn't much variety and they gave me a Nosotras brand package. I loved the name and decided it would be my favorite brand.
Now without money to buy what I had to buy, with a boxers-less pant that was showing underneath my pants, the taste of cum still on my palate and a bag with women's sanitary towels in hand, all that was left for me to do was Get back on the return train. I sat in the next formation that was leaving from Constitution without problems. 'Too bad it's not full', I thought.
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