Author: qnimbc at yahoo dot com Title: Welcome to "Training on The Train"
Erotica Summary: Adult characters tracing their life back in
time. Resonating across blurred boundaries of an accepted and forbidden sex.

 

   Keywords: masturbation, size, eroticism, classical, clit, reluctant, M-F,
mf, Caught, Hand, Wank, Masturbate, Porn, Pussy, horny, mind control



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   Are you a picnic or sexual traveling newbie?  Or, maybe you just need some good basic ideas about an erotic encounter in a mobile context.  In this story I cover the basics for throwing a successful long distance train ride.  Here you will find some advice on how to use mind control on fellow passengers properly, what foods to eat in the restaurant and it's  a great article covering nearly every aspect of a small reunion in a small cabin for several hours with someone special.

   The Afternoon well spent on the rails December 31, 2008 by qnimbc
 



Spring break


My holiday at the coast was just starting. I'd left the office at 2:00 pm on a Friday afternoon and would travel over five hundred miles to stay at the company's holiday bungalow which was situated right on the coast. I was used to travel long distances and over time learned to spend my hours on the road fantasizing weird things about sex, submissive women and pornography.

It was a scorching hot day. I was re-reading a book in psychology while waiting for the train to start. There was an exercise where "...in sudden sexual situations a man would become erect very quickly, and respond passionately to any female. After an orgasm, he would continue to be very horny, and would be ready to have sex again very shortly."

I couldn't help myself, I don't know what came over me. As I skimmed through the pages, I focused on some of the passages I had just read in the mind control chapter.  Like I said, it did have an effect when I tested it the first time. There would be plenty of time to continue the exercise.  I was really starting to get turned on, but felt a little guilty with the things that started to run through my head. I couldn't help myself out of the mental process.  

My breathing became more rapid and shallower when I became aware of my ability to control my own erection build-up, the speed and volume size of my cock; growing harder and harder. My first exercise ended up with myself amazingly admiring the large bulge in my jeans. I continued to read; wanted to learn more. The exercise was naughty, outrageous, but very exciting.

I admired the beautiful shape of my penis and touched it gently through the denim material. I was not circumcised, and I watched in amazement as the swollen pecker head emerged from its foreskin sheath. God, I was enthralled with the feel of the hardening dick in with my hand. For the first time in public, I explored the contours of my penis, rubbing the length of the shaft, feeling the knob head, encircling it with my fingers, and then I pushed my hand inside my jeans and boxers to explore my nuts, feeling the balls roll around the sack, then back up to the dick tip, and down again.

I began to roll the head of my dick between my thumb and forefinger. As my breathing got deeper and body tensed, there was somebody approaching the cabin. Oh no, I wasn't sure if I would love to have some company in the cabin.

I'd learned a lot since I bought the book. Most important, I knew the importance of going slow, giving myself the time to explore and develop the pleasures felt in my cock. While leaning back against the chair, reading the mysterious book, my hand beneath the waistband, doing that universal male thing of just feeling for the security of my own warm cock shaft and and even fondling my balls, suddenly the door to my compartment opened and a good looking female entered. I noticed a number of things about her sensual body. Her hair was a soft, glistening brown, straight and collar length. Her appearance was a pleasurable surprise.

When a man beats off his dick, he will get this kind of tingling feeling. It's one of the best feelings in the world!  The rapid stroking and pulling on my dick head already had its effect. I sat there, pleasantly surprised by her arrival. 

Would this lead to let me finely living out one of my fantasies.

"My name's Marc," I introduced myself.

She could probably feel my sticky fingers when I stood up and reached out my hand. Even though, I had stopped my manipulations it took some time before my dick went limp and she certainly noticed what was going on inside my jeans.

"Irene Benton," she said.

"How do you do, Ms. Irene Benton?"

"Pleased to meet you," she said and got seated opposite to me.

A few months later, Ms. Benton was comfortably seated.  I somehow anticipated that this woman was going to enjoy and participate in my dirty play during the trip.  

After a while the talk turned to sex. I was on the train for more training and very intrigued by how easily pleasure and hypnosis, mind control could be combined for uncontrollable actions.

Irene was five foot eight, 128 pounds, long dark hair, brown eyes, and beautifully proportioned. Her tits were ample but not excessive, very firm with pink quarter-size aureoles and pert nipples that stuck out almost a half inch when erect.

She had been trained over years by her ex-husband. For Irene, the attire she was wearing had to be appropriate for the circumstance, a skirt or a dress worn whenever practical and should be as sexually attractive as is possible.

I examined the woman, seeing an attractive female body encased in a sexy dress before me; just a pair of tits and a pussy for, hopefully my entertainment and pleasure. 

It somehow comforted me to be able to watch and control what she was doing.  I felt even better when I looked up and saw a reassuring, calming look in her eyes.  As she continued to look into my eyes, I let her feel how an invisible hand moved down over her pussy, gently opening her lips. Slippery already.  Letting her experience a gentle touch in her private place. The "touch" reminded Irene of the terrible situation she was in, while my mind raced over all of the things that might happen to us during the trip. 

I used my mind power to let a virtual finger massage her pussy very softly. Not once did she push the finger aside. Initially, it was very uncomfortable for her.  Irene tried to comfort the fantasy prober by spreading her pussy open and next let the intruder softly massage her clit.  

She certainly didn't understand what I was doing to her. The gentle caresses felt so good that she finally relaxed a little.  But at the same time, Irene just wanted not to be there.  She wished that this whole thing was some terrible dream that she could just wake up from. 


Chapter 2

The young woman could tell by his face and the way he jumped that he'd been rubbing himself.  It reminded Ms. Irene Benton of the time she was a teenager, masturbating off over her dad's porn.  Irene carefully studied Marc's dick contours. She noticed it immediately, he wasn't the usual size and later she would learn that his ego was just as big as his dick.

Marc wasn't lucky enough to get his hand out of his pants quickly enough, but calculated about the probability he could turn her cunt to work for his pleasure. He immediately got the exciting idea of experimenting with some other chapters from his  psychology book.

By her measures, Marc's dick was now considerably larger than what she had ever encountered before. Minutes later, Marc gave his mind a signal and he came to an increased erection that did not go unnoticed. Irene was obviously enjoying the view. Marc made it move a little more. Her pussy tingled with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Irene didn't know what was about to happen and moments later she was powerless to flee or to stop the upcoming events. As they spoke, Marc allowed his dick a short rest before resuming to energize it with his mind control technique. He knew that this could go on for hours.

"Are you traveling to the final destination?" Marc asked.

She blushed red. She meekly nodded, "Yes!"

"We'll have pleasurable trip together."

Still, she wanted to delay so that she might avoid being sexually used and abused.

A vulgar vision of their railroad trip was revealed to her.

By now, his penis was swelling, although not yet fully erect. 

Marc had been training and getting better by the days. It didn't take much time for his tool to rise up stiff and hard. The glans crowns the shaft like a helmet. It's so damn thick and beautiful, so fucking beautiful, he mused to himself. Marc knew that most women adored big cocks and it was one of the assets he used to maximum length to take advantage of female needs and desires.

It had been a long, hot, exhausting day. Marc continued to use his mind power, letting his hard penis slowly continue to twitch and grow, kind of imitating his hands, kind of wanting to feel in his cock what she was feeling between her legs. Marc stared at her with lust in his eyes. His cock was oozing out strings of precum and he let it happen.

His dick was so hard it hurt.

The woman saw that the man in front of her licked his lips as he thought of her lush young body at his disposal for the next eight hours. In her thoughts, the man obviously recovered from the possibility of being caught. 

Marc imaged her rubbing her hand up and down his prick causing it to regained its massive proportions and appear ready for use again.

She's soaking wet! They talked and talked, the train moved through the landscape in high speed, and somehow Ms. Benton ended up talking about her men and dating. And moments later they were talking about sex.

"You like sex, Irene?"

Ms. Benton was silent.

"You like what you see? Want to see my dick? Then you have to come over and pull down my shorts. If you want to suck my dick, you have to see it first. Want to see my dick? If you want to suck dicks, you have to suck my dick too," Marc explained.

For most occasions, that was a little too direct. Most women like to be slowly seduced. They like a soft touch. However, Irene hadn't had cock for a long time, and she needed one in her pussy, now. She didn't turn around on her heels and run away from the compartment but she couldn't be sure if they would be the only passengers in the cabin. Her mind and body was ready for play.  Marc noticed that Irene was stealing glances at his erection and his cock began to twitch of its own accord. She was oozing sex appeal.

She let her lust run out of control. By now, she had become sexually attracted to Marc and his weird ideas and power play. She was already fully under his mind control and would do whatever he wanted.

Marc had a raging hard on. 

Irene was transfixed on the huge hard on obscenely concealed by Marc's bulging jeans. But she wasn't sure what she should do.

"Now listen carefully, if you pull my jeans down and suck my dick, I'll give you an pussy fucking you'll never forget," Marc advertised.

What really drew her attention was the size of his cock, it was still soft,  creeping across his leg like some kind of snake. It seemed bigger soft than  the other guys she knew when they were hard. 

She trembled at the size of it and found it hard to believe that the  whole thing could be buried in her belly before this trip would come to an end. As she watched, the train continued its smooth movement towards the destination, she became aware of his cock pulsing, as it started a slow crawl further down his leg, expanding back to its immense proportions. 

Irene saw him watching her  with a faint smile on his face. She realized he had been watching her all  the time, and that, she hoped, was what had started the rebirth of his cock.

Irene understood, but couldn't believe it. She wanted to see Marc's dick, it was obviously bigger than anything he'd seen before. She wanted to touch it, feel it, lick it, suck it, and take it inside her belly. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

There was knock on the door. A woman was offering refreshments. She came out with a cart with refreshments, champagne for adults, soft drinks, cookies and sandwiches. Irene asked her to pour out two cups of coffee. The maid disappeared for a moment and returned shortly.  She took a cookie and placed it between her lips. 

Go slow. You must control yourself, Irene told herself.

When the maid disappeared, Marc said, "See how it feels?"

"You're nasty," Irene said.

"I'd like to drink my coffee looking at you with your breasts exposed," Marc whispered to her. "It's time to bring your hands into play. Start at your face and let your hand slide down to your breasts. Don't maul them, just let your hand slip right by and now bring it back up. Do this for several minutes, teasing your tits with your touch. Let me see how you move your hand around and around one breast at a time, moving in ever smaller circles, don't touch your nipples yet, just tease and tease yourself. If you do it slow, you will be very aroused, and you probably can begin to undress to uncover more of your beautiful body."

Irene agreed to let Marc become her primary sex instructor, and as he was determined to teach her to be considerate of the woman first, and give her the maximum pleasure possible.

Irene had never been this horny before. Her pussy was crying out with need. She wanted him inside her; that cock would soon end up working between her legs. She was sopping wet. Irene itched herself into a position in the seat where her clit rubbed against the material of her panties, in rhythm with the rapid train movement, rubbing it gently for a few miles until she had a small orgasm.

Irene lay back, completely relaxed after the mini-orgasm imposed by the train movements. She had her eyes closed, lost in a world of total relaxation. Her legs were slightly parted, giving him a clear view of the contours of her shaved vulva. Marc’s eyes scanned up her body. He glanced at her face again; she was apparently unaware of his action.  Marc  gripped his cock for a moment as he had a raging hard on, but he had to stop with a light touch and return to mind powering his and her sexual organs. Regaining control of himself, moving his hand away from the excited cock head, he nodded in acknowledgment.

Now, Marc had no concerns talking to her about intimate things he'd never have told anyone any other time. But she was just so easy to talk to. To him, she looked like a movie star and he guessed this woman had for some time been the object of many nighttime masturbation fantasies.

He looked at Irene noticing the succulent soft curves of her hips and how her legs stretched long and slender. His eyes paused on her chest, which was heaving like mad. He could hardly wait to see her breasts knowing they were ripe and luscious. This woman was one refined, well-dressed woman, he deduced. Marc had fucked many white and colored women but never one as beautiful and his excited cock stirred when he contemplated the prospect.

Many of the women he approached started out horrified, even hating him, but that changed after he gained control over them. Time seemed to stand still while Irene's imagination ran wild. She felt totally helpless. She stared up at the man and into his green, mystic eyes, which seemed to stop her protests.

She held her breath, as long as possible, but suddenly her chest started to heave.  She sat in front of the man allowing his hungry eyes to devour her luscious body.

"Have you ever seen a pussy up close?"

