Stolen (The Madame X School of Sex)

by Jinx Jamison

  Stolen

  Present day

  A subway car

  Washington, D.C.

  The first time I stole something was on a dare.

  I was fifteen and reckless, determined to prove I could be a bad ass. My best friend Jody dared me to take a pack of gum from the Handy-Mart. In retrospect, I’m surprised my bumbling effort didn’t land me in jail. It was hardly a covert mission but I did it.

  I did it, I loved it and I’ve been stealing ever since.

  Usually it’s something small, just enough to give me the rush. Over the years, I’ve graduated up to pickpocketing which requires a bit more daring and a lot more finesse. I’ve never gotten caught and I suppose that’s part of the thrill.

  Every time I take something I have to wonder if this is the day my luck will run out.

  "Excuse me, sir? Do you mind?" The young businessman I've chosen as my next target has been sitting quietly, reading the paper during the entire subway ride. Normally I don't do this until I'm about to get off the train but I'm restless today. I can feel the desire to pinch something rising in me, a tide of adrenaline that won't give me any rest until I appease it.

  "No, no one's sitting here." He moves over, leaving the aisle seat empty. The seat is warm when I sit down. It gives me a little thrill to feel the heat of his body on my aching slit.

  Stealing, you see, gives me more than just an adrenaline rush. It makes me so wet that I literally throb between my legs. It’s the most potent aphrodisiac I’ve ever encountered. Nothing else makes me feel this way.

  Which is why it’s so hard for me to stop.

  “It was a nice day today. I hope the good weather continues.” I’ve learned that inane conversation works best. Nothing unusual or distinctive, nothing that would cause a person to look twice. The same words, the same lines this man has probably heard a dozen times today. Nice weather we’re having isn’t it? Have a good one, sir. You too.

  I’m not very distinctive looking so it works for me. A brown-haired, brown-eyed girl with a medium tan skin tone isn’t that memorable. The only thing distinctive about me is my figure. My aversion to dieting luckily translates into heavy round breasts and a curvy ass. I had one boyfriend who loved my breasts so much he could spend hours caressing them, rolling the tight pink nipples between his fingers before sliding his cock into the valley of my cleavage. I’d enjoyed the erotic power I had over him more than the sex itself. My pussy had been pretty neglected while I was dating him.

  As the train lurches around a particularly sharp turn, I allow my body to fall into the stranger’s. He looks up briefly and our eyes meet. This is the part where I hastily apologize. So sorry about that, excuse me, oh, pardon me. It’s so easy at this point to dip a hand into a purse, to slide a wallet from a pocket. Only this time I can’t do it.

  He has the most beautiful pair of eyes I’ve ever seen.

  His eyes are a deep, dark brown with lighter flecks around the iris. It’s not so much the color as the intensity I see there. When he looks at me, it’s not with the casual disinterest of a stranger. He looks at me as if he really sees me. It’s a powerful feeling. For a long moment time contracts and I’m held suspended in his gaze.

  Then he looks away.

  A sudden, sharp slice of lust runs through me, leaving my emotions gaping wide. I’ve never felt physical desire as strong as the desire I have to steal. It hits me then that the thrill I get from stealing is what others are getting from sex. All the desire that’s been contained within me for years has woken up because of this stranger. Every pore on my body is tingling, thirsty for touch.

  Thirsty for him.

  “Are you okay? Ma’am?” He’s looking at me like I’m crazy. In the back of my mind, I already know I’ve blown it but something comes over me. I slip my hand in his pocket and take his wallet anyway.

  “I’m fine. It’s just a little warm in here.” I gather my bag and stand hastily. I’ve never had this kind of intense reaction to a man before. I’m always in control. I choose men who want the same thing I do, no-strings sex and raw, untamed encounters. Now I’m careening out of control, on a roller coaster ride to an unknown destination.

  His eyes follow me as I edge my way closer to the door. If I can just get off this damn subway car then I’ll be fine. I’m lucky he didn’t catch me red-handed when I lifted his wallet. Despite my unusual predilection, I have no interest in going to jail. I live a boring life, a heels and skirts, nine-to-five, 401(k) mandatory life. I am not the going-to-jail type.

  Doors are opening…Please wait for passengers to exit before boarding the train…

  The mechanical voice barely registers as the doors slide open and I stumble out. A tide of people flow around me seeking the exit. Within minutes, the subway platform is empty.

  “That was pretty ballsy.”

  I jump at the unexpected voice behind me. I turn and he’s there, the magnetically attractive man from the train. He’s taller than I expected, easily over six feet. Deep brown hair, as dark as espresso, falls over his brow. His eyes, those magnetic, seductive eyes, are as dark as his hair with thick lashes that would make any woman jealous. His skin is a deep bronze.

  “I wouldn’t have caught on except you looked me in the eye. Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to look your mark in the eye?” He towers over me, looking down the low neckline of my blouse.

  I’ve been told I have the type of cleavage that a man could willingly get lost in. Apparently he appreciates the view because his eyes stay on the tight points of my nipples for a while before he looks up again.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I back away slowly. I ride the subway at night on a regular basis and usually have more sense than to get caught unaware on an empty platform. It’s after midnight and the cars don’t run as often so it could be quite some time before anyone comes along.

  He chuckles, the dark sound sending a chill over my skin. “I’m not mad. Hell, I’m almost impressed.” He trails a finger over my arm and I shiver at the soft scrape of his finger over my flesh. “But nevertheless, you have something that belongs to me and I need it back.”

  Something in me is too torn, too bare around this man. I don’t even bother to deny it. I just pull his wallet out of my pocket and hold it out.

  “Put it in my pocket,” he whispers.

  I shudder as erotic images careen through my mind. How easy it would be to reach into his pants and pull out the hard cock I know is waiting for me. I could drop to my knees and take it in my mouth.

  “Go on. You took it out so you should be the one to put it back,” he growls. When I take a tentative step forward his eyes glitter in triumph.

  He’s testing me and I am helpless to resist it. I should run away or throw the stupid wallet at his head. But I don’t do any of those things. Instead I step forward and slowly slide my hand into his pocket.

  I brush up against the hard length of his cock and he lets out a low moan. He doesn’t protest when I take my hand out of his pocket and unzip his slacks. I want to feel the impressive erection I know is hiding beneath the material.

  All it takes is one tug on his boxers and he pops out like a delicious surprise. I slide my fingers over the whole length, my pussy clenching as I realize just how endowed he is. I travel lower and cup his balls in my hand. His breath stops as I caress the heavy weights. My lips curl up as I revel in my power over him. He may be giving the orders but I’m the one who has him by the balls. Literally.

  “Are you going to turn me in to the police?” I say teasingly. I’m not even sure what game we’re playing but I’m unbelievably turned on.

  “Oh no, I don’t think jail will do you much good. You’re n
ot doing bad things because you don’t know any better and need rehabilitation. You’re doing bad things because you like to. Isn’t that right?” He looks down at me and licks his lips.

  I squeeze his cock, rewarded by his guttural groan. “I do like doing bad things. I just never thought I’d enjoy getting caught so much.”

  I drop to my knees and take his cock all the way to the back of my throat. He tastes like salt and man. I swirl my tongue around the head a few times, gathering the pearly fluid that’s leaked from the tip. It tastes so damn good and it’s just making me wetter having him in my mouth. I bob up and down on his cock, going further each time until he’s hitting the back of my throat each time I come down. He grunts every time I take his length, one of his hands coming up to tangle in my hair.

  “Suck on it,” he tells me. “Suck on it hard.”

  I’m more than happy to oblige him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him like a lollipop. His head falls back on his shoulders and his legs shake slightly. “Damn, girl you have a mouth made for fucking.”

  He shakes his head hard, as if to clear the sexual haze we’ve lapsed into. I feel it too, it’s like a fog that I can barely see through. I know how I got here but I have no idea how the hell to get out.

  “This is what’s going to happen. I don’t like being stolen from but considering the circumstances, I think I know just the punishment for you. I want you to turn your head slightly to the right and look up. Do you see him?”

  I casually look to the right and on the upper tier of the subway platform I see what’s caught his attention. A subway employee, a young man that looks about college-aged, is watching us. It’s obvious he knows what we’re doing because he’s hidden himself partially behind a pillar. He’s probably been watching me give Mr. Magnetic an oral cock massage this whole time.

  “I like a good show and I bet our friend up there does too. You obviously need a little discipline. So you’re going to do everything I say.” He steps back forcing me to relinquish my hold on his cock. He turns me so I’m facing the wall and places my hands on a lighted advertisement for a local dentist.

  “Bend over and let me look at you.” He pushes me forward until I’m bent over with my ass pointing at him. He mumbles something that sounds like fuck yeah as he flips my skirt up over my ass. I must present quite a sight since the itty bitty thong I’m wearing barely covers my pussy lips.

  “Our friend is watching you. He’s probably wishing he was where I am right now. You're so pink, so wet.” He pushes a long finger into my wet, aching pussy and it feels so good I cry out. He adds another, circling the rim of my opening before forcing them both in with a sudden hard thrust.

  “Please…” I don’t know if begging will make any difference but I do it anyway. I’m so wet my moisture is slipping down my thighs. If his fingers feel this good then the massive tool between his legs is going to be an out-of-body experience.

  I wiggle my ass hoping to entice him. He’s probably got an interesting view of my pink, shaved pussy as it throbs and squeezes around his thrusting fingers. I look over my shoulder and am shocked at the raw carnality on his face. He’s staring down at my pussy as it takes the rough finger-fucking he’s giving it. He looks like he would swallow me whole if it was possible.

  Then he gets down on his knees and spears me with his tongue.

  “Oh, my god!” I hit my fists against the wall as my orgasm builds intensity.

  His big hands are holding my ass cheeks apart, spreading me open for his pleasure. The pressure makes all the sensations more acute. Every wet lash against my clit, every thrust of his tongue into my pussy feels magnified ten times over. He eats pussy like a man who enjoys it, like it’s a dessert and he doesn’t want to miss any of the flavors.

  When his tongue travels up to rim my tiny puckered hole, my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. I’ve never really thought of my ass as an erogenous zone before. I know men like anal sex but I always assumed it couldn’t be fun for the woman. I’m reevaluating my stance on anal play because the things he’s doing with his tongue feel so good it should be illegal. He kisses my hole like he’s kissing a mouth then licks it softly, then harder and harder.

  I’m crying out and don’t even care how loud I am as he tongues me. His tongue pushes past the rim of muscles and actually penetrates me just as he thrusts three fingers into my pussy. I erupt into an orgasm that feels like an inferno, all my muscles clenching simultaneously. He continues his furious erotic assault, his face mashed up against my ass as he continues to forcefully tongue my asshole and his fingers fuck the hell out of my pussy. I shudder so hard that he’s temporarily dislodged from my body. His fingers slow down their tempo as the final tremors of my release roll through me.

  He pulls back and nips me gently on the ass cheek. My muscles are so loose from pleasure I can barely stand. I sag back against him and he anchors me with a strong arm under my breasts.

  “You’re so tight. So damn tight. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a woman. You look so prim and proper but you’re really a dirty girl.” He reaches down and unzips his pants with an unsteady hand. It’s good to see him come undone because I’m already there, ready to do anything to get him to hurry up and fuck me. I hear the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper and then he’s there, hot, hard and ready at the opening to my body.

  “I want you to look at me,” he says. “I want you to watch my face as I take you.” He turns me around until my back is against the wall and hooks my legs over his arms.

  The position leaves me open to him, my pussy completely at his mercy. I’m instantly horny as hell all over again seeing how strong he is. Not many men could hold my weight up like this without even breaking a sweat. Not that he looks unaffected. His forehead is pinched tight and there’s a large vein pulsing in his neck. I wonder if I look as crazed as he does.

  He pushes forward just enough to get my attention and then stops. “Look at me,” he growls. I instantly obey. His voice is not one I can deny. He holds my gaze as his cock forces its way through my delicate tissues, awakening nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. He holds my gaze as he finds his rhythm, one deep thrust and then a few shallow ones that make me wet as hell.

  “More, please. Harder!” I clutch at his shoulders frantically as he pounds me against the wall. I’m going to have bruises later and I don’t care. This is what I’ve been missing, having my pussy taken hard and used the way it needs to be.

  “You make me crazy,” he mumbles into my hair. He pants with the force of his efforts, his muscles cording up thick with every thrust. His hips piston back and forth as he fucks himself deeper and deeper into my pussy until I feel another orgasm coming.

  I open my eyes briefly and I see the subway employee has come down to our level. He’s standing at the other end of the platform, openly stroking his own cock as he watches me get pounded. I’ve enjoyed seeing others have sex before but never knew being watched could be such a turn on. I can imagine the picture we present. I’m stretched open, my pussy pink and wet as a thick hard cock penetrates it. Just the thought sets me off.

  “Yes, Yes, Yes…” I chant it like a mantra as my orgasm crashes through me. As good as the first orgasm was, there’s nothing in the world as satisfying as coming around a thick, hard cock. He’s fucking me so hard it feels like he’s stroking my spine. I whimper as my pussy clamps down so hard on him that he almost can’t move.

  “Damn, I’m coming.” He thrust deeper, harder, holding himself inside me as his cock swells. He throws his head back and roars. I open my eyes in disbelief at the loud sound. That’s when I realize the noise isn’t coming from him.

  It’s the roar of an incoming train. The next subway car is pulling up to the station.

  “I thought I felt the ground shaking,” he jokes. He shoves his cock back in his pants and zips up. He’s rumpled all over and I’m sure I am too. My panties could be anywhere at this point and the first two buttons on my blouse have been ripped off. I look
like I’ve been attacked.

  “I felt it too, I just assumed it was part of having the best orgasm of my life.”

  Our eyes meet again and something passes between us. The subway car doors open with a ding. There aren’t many people riding the train this late but the few who pass us give us curious looks. The subway employee is gone and it’s just the two of us again. If I’m going to leave with any measure of dignity intact, this is the time to do it.

  Before I throw myself in his arms and beg him to take me home with him.

  “I should go.” I reach down and grab my purse which is on the ground near my feet. “Thanks for…just thanks.” I hug him awkwardly, surprised when he wraps me in his arms and lifts me off my feet. My eyes drift close as his scent surrounds me. Then I hear the dinging sound that indicates the subway is about to leave.

  “Goodbye.” I kiss him, lingering just a little, then race to the subway car. I slip through the doors just before they close.

  A second later, he runs up to the door and motions toward my arm. Confused, I shake my head that I don’t understand as the subway pulls out of the station. I put both my hands on the window, watching him for as long as possible until the car is moving so fast everything is a blur of color.

  I’ll never see him again.

  The thought depresses me profoundly. It’s hard for me to reconcile my overwhelming feelings with the fact that he’s a stranger. The only things I know about him are that he’s gorgeous and hung.

  And that he affects me unlike anyone else.

  I blink back tears and pull out my cell phone to check the time. As I dig through my bag, it registers that it’s curiously light. I’m not one of those girls who stuffs everything but the kitchen sink in her bag but I do have a decent sized wallet.

  Which is currently nowhere to be found.

  “Crap!” I rummage through everything again to confirm what I already know is true. My wallet is probably back on the subway platform. Then I notice something in my purse that wasn’t there before. A jet black business card with stark white writing. I hold it up to the light to read what it says.