Lock up your women folk.

Hi everything is hotting up for the kind of sex a reader like you can only dream about. I am not one to blow my own trumpet; not when women are falling over themselves to blow it for me. I am a freak of hotness. A wink at your girl from me will cause a wet patch fish could survive in. A pout of my lips would see her squirting and having multiples like a Tsunami had struck. So if you want to hang on to your girl; keep her away from me. Do not let her see my pic; or even mention my name, -------Albert (stud) Higginbottom.

Let me tell you how this latest chapter of my sexual prowess has left one woman a trembling wreck lusting for my perfect body. I caught a train to Blackbeach this morning; my boss wanted me at the opposite end of the country. He personally handed me the tickets which would take me there. I took my favourite magazine along “Big Juicy Cunts” it arrives through my letterbox every month. Sid the newsagent is not capable of supplying literature to feed my cultured mind. He told me “I do sell top shelf magazines, but my shelves are not that fucking high”.

I boarded the train and to my dismay there were no other passengers to feast on my personality. It was an express five hours without a stop; at least I would have a chance to increase my masturbation averages. With a bit of luck I might be able to jerk off at farm workers when we pass through the countryside. It will make their dull existence a little more exciting watching me cumm all over the train window as we hurtle by.

All these charitable thoughts were running through my mind when suddenly I heard coughing; not one but three small coughs. My razor sharp instinct told me we were not alone, either me or the one coughing. Then I saw her as she rose in her seat at the back of the carriage. I quickly ran to the back my shoes banging the surface in my eagerness to bring her comfort and joy. I sat directly opposite her and stared in to her wide eyes, her mouth dropped open. I could tell she was overwrought in my presence; I immediately set about re-assuring her.

“Don’t worry babe; you are not as hot as most of my chicks, but I don’t mind sitting next to you”. I know from experience rule number one is putting a girl at ease, before moving on to rule two which is complimenting her. “You got a fine pair of tits there” I said nodding toward her blouse which had the top button open. She was still speechless; I knew she was not used to being around men of my calibre. She buttoned the top button of her blouse and shuffled uneasy in a suggestive way. She was wearing a short skirt and my eyes diverted to her legs. “Woooaaahhh” I said giving her yet another compliment; all part of my shrewd seduction routine.

“Excuse me” she said trying to overcome her inferiority complex. She grabbed her large hold all bag and headed to the toilet slamming the door seductively. Why had she taken her bag I am far too suave looking to be a thief; of course she will have her make up in there. She will be doing her damndest to make herself as hot as she can if she wants to have any chance with me. She was in there for what seemed a fucking long time; I figured she must be too overawed to come out and see me. If only she knew I was willing to give her a good fuck no matter how far below my standards she is; being the only girl on the train I was feeling charitable.

Finally she came out looking so different; she had no mini skirt on and the sexy blouse had been removed; I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. The mini skirt had been replaced by track suit bottoms; and a baggy jumper for her blouse. She took her seat teasingly at the opposite end of the carriage.”Of course; she wants me to strip her completely, I would have had that blouse and mini off her in no time. So that’s her game, bet she has stockings and suspenders under the track bottoms”. I went along with her teasing and walked with a sexy swagger towards her again.

I sat opposite again and nonchalantly said “Babes let me give you a tip, don’t try too hard. I had already decided to fuck you; so all the changing masquerade was pointless”. She was clearly embarrassed that I had pointed out her naivety. She stammered and fluffed her next lines, “Look my boyfriend will be waiting for me at the station and he will not be happy if I am not happy; do you get my drift”? Her voice rose to the end of the sentence confusing me for a second, only a second though as my trained brain quickly deciphered this cryptic message. Her boyfriend will want her pussy to be creampied on arrival; he will probably take her directly to the train station toilets desperate to find a cumm filled cunt to lick out. I could not let them down their happiness depended on me.

I got a huge hard on with the thought of it; luckily I had my “Big Juicy Cunts” magazine so I put it across my bulge to hide it. She stared down at its centre pages which it happened to be open on with a horrified look; I then realised I had probably made the first mistake of my life. She must have wanted to see my bulge it would have been such a huge turn on for her She continued her teasing game by running back to the opposite end of the carriage again. I had to admire her roll playing skills as she yelled “Don’t fucking come near me” she sounded so convincing. That’s when I rumbled it, “All this has been set up as a supreme roll play challenge that only a talent like me can handle”.

“Of course why send me to the opposite end of the country on the day of the firms’ annual party? Had I not been the star last year? I had sung and danced on the tables for the people who did not like listening to speeches. People were still talking ...


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