Even in Hell, I Go to Work. 2
The subway doors hissed open, but she kept grinding her hips, squeezing my cock even harder with her pussy walls. They contracted rhythmically, wrapping around me like a vise. A few passengers got off as the doors opened. New ones started boarding. In the brief chaos, she and I froze our movements. But that stillness was even more stimulating. Thump-thump, thump-thump. I could feel my cock pulsing hot inside her. Her walls clenched in sync, gripping me tighter, like she was trying to milk out every drop of cum.
That's when it happened. A surge of incoming passengers. One woman pushed right between us. Our perfect union shattered effortlessly.
The cold air whooshed over my cock as it sprang free. From her hot, slick depths straight into the chill—my dick nearly shriveled. Then, the new woman who split us apart stood right in front of me, her brown hair framing her face.
The glasses-wearing girl with straight bobbed hair met my eyes and flashed a Joker Smile. I reflexively grinned back with one. Her big puppy-dog eyes scanned my fully erect, dripping cock, then—unbelievably—she reached down and stroked it with her hand. The handoff was so seamless, I half-wondered if she'd been my fuck partner all along.
What the hell is with this bitch?
She had more oral creampies than vaginal ones. Even glancing around, not many women topped 180 vaginal loads. She's not a girl—she just looks young. Turns out way more women love getting railed than you'd think. In the real world, they hide it, but here desire trumps morality.
The moment her fingers wrapped around my cock, electricity shot through me. Her hand was impossibly soft and cool. Probably from tapping keyboards at the office—slender, delicate fingers.
"Hngh…"
A moan slipped out unbidden. Luckily, the subway noise drowned it; no one else seemed to notice.
Rub-rub. She teased my glans with her fingertips, slick with her juices. The slippery texture made it hypersensitive.
Then the original brown-haired girl moved closer. Now I was sandwiched between two women. Glasses girl in front, original fuck in back.
Fuck… what the hell is this? Excitement and anxiety crashed over me.
Glasses girl spread her legs slightly. Under her H-line skirt, apricot stockings gleamed. And unbelievably… no panties.
Fuck… they're all going commando?
One hand still gripping my cock, she lifted her skirt with the other and guided me to her pussy entrance.
Is she insane…? This didn't feel real. Shells stick to routines, but these bitches were pure instinctual sluts.
She bent her knees a bit, aligning her ass with my cock. Her pussy was already soaked. My glans pierced her entrance, drawing a tiny moan.
"Hng…"
Tighter, more elastic than before—like a premium silicone onahole. Once fully sheathed, her walls clamped down hard.
Then the girl behind whispered in my ear—or moaned, really. Shells can't talk.
"Mmm…"
Her hands grabbed my ass, rubbing her pussy against it. Still scorching and drenched, soaking my pants.
Glasses girl started rocking her hips slowly, syncing with the train's sway—like keeping balance, but really grinding my cock inside her. Her depths heated up, flooding with wetness. Her walls writhed like a living thing, teasing me relentlessly. The pressure on my glans was maddening.
The brown-haired girl wasn't idle. She yanked my pants lower, exposing my ass, then pressed her pussy into my crack. Her hot, slick labia seared against my skin.
Thrust-thrust. Thrust-thrust-thrust. Pounding glasses girl harder made her clench wildly, sucking me in like a vacuum.
"Hnnng…♥"
Her pussy was perfection. Tight entrance resisting entry, then plush softness enveloping me. Every G-spot scrape made her quiver. Wrinkled walls inside massaged my shaft like tiny tongues.
Brown-hair started grinding her clit on my ass, matching my rhythm. Forward thrust? She followed. Backward? She pressed harder.
The train jolted again. My cock slammed deeper into glasses girl, hitting her cervix.
"Hah!"
Her moan grew louder—audible now—but no one cared. In the shells' world, it's just background noise.
Squelch-squelch. Her abundant juices made lewd friction sounds. Incredibly arousing.
Brown-hair matched with her own squelches against my ass. The harmony drove me wild.
Glasses girl's face flushed crimson, neck and ears too. "Hah… hah~"
Her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy behind the lenses, lips parted, tongue flicking out occasionally.
My hands went to her chest, fondling over her blouse. Plump—C-cups at least. Hard nipples poked through clearly.
Her pussy clenched harder—nearing climax. Pressure intensified; breaths ragged.
"Mmm… hng… hnngh!"
Moans louder, faster. Then her body stiffened, convulsing wildly. Walls spasmed, milking me desperately.
"Hnnnng…"
She squirted. Hot fluid gushed, soaking my cock and pants. Her body rippled like waves.
But I held back. As her orgasm faded, brown-hair moaned in my ear again.
"Mmm…♥"
She yanked my waist back. My cock slipped free with a pop. Fluids cascaded from glasses girl's pussy.
Brown-hair seized it, guiding me into hers. Tricky in the packed car, but she was drenched—easy slide-in.
"Hngh!"
Different feel: stretched wide from earlier pounding, hotter, deeper wrinkles writhing actively.
This rear-entry let me go balls-deep, glans battering her cervix. Her body shuddered hugely each time.
Glasses girl started rimming my ass—space made by pressing against the wall. Her eager tongue sent pleasure skyrocketing.
Brown-hair's pussy took me deeper, walls squeezing madly. She was close too.
Train shook. My cock speared her depths.
"Hngh!"
Both moaned near-simultaneously. Glasses girl came again, squirting onto the floor. Brown-hair followed, convulsing, milking me as she squirted too.
Their dual climaxes broke me. Heat surged from my tip. Balls tightened. Pressure built to explosion.
Where to cum…? Fleeting thought, but her grip made pulling out impossible.
Train braked hard—"Screeech!" Everyone lurched forward.
The jolt drove me deeper. Glans hit her womb entrance perfectly. I shattered.
"Ugh…"
Pulses fired. First rope blasted hot into her womb—power shot, slamming home.
"Mmm… hngh!"
Her walls milked greedily. Second, third ropes filled her. Overflow leaked out, foaming white between us.
Glasses girl crawled under, sucking my balls. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction—and more hunger.
She slithered forward. As I pulled from brown-hair—psshht—cum splattered her face. Hot, sticky ropes defiling her.
She dove in, vacuum-fellating me.
Insane.
"Mmm…"
Her throat was tight, hot. Freshly spent, my cock hardened again.
Brown-hair leaned against the wall, basking in afterglow, cum still dripping down her thighs.
Glasses girl bobbed aggressively, esophagus pulsing rhythmically.
Train rocked; we flowed with it—like it was choreographing our fuck.
Can't hold it. Fuck.
Glurk-glurk. Cum refluxed through her nose. She wouldn't let go.
Problem: my stop—Cheongdam Station—doors opening soon.
Sorry, girls. I shoved them off and bolted through the doors.
At the office building, I straightened my clothes. Thighs sticky with fluids. Nympho sluts. Gotta watch for young no-panty creampie queens over 180 loads.
Wonder how the other commuters fared. What happened during my leave? My stalled project came to mind. Revenge on that fucker Kim Myeon-hyeong could wait… even if the world ended, finish the job.
8:40 a.m. Clocking in, blank-faced colleagues stared. Familiar faces felt alien.