I’ve always had a powerful libido. Though I’ve never seen a doctor about it, I’m pretty sure I have a sex addiction. Especially during ovulation, I need it at least two or three times a day, otherwise I’d be crawling out of my skin with discomfort. My husband, David, a big, strapping guy, should have been perfect for filling this void. But lately, he’s been swamped with work, traveling for half a month straight. I was completely beside myself. I kept zoning out at work, and even my nightly sessions with my favorite vibrator weren’t enough anymore. My mind was consumed by thoughts of men. It got so bad I had to carry extra underwear in my bag, just in case. That evening, the subway was particularly packed. I’d just managed to squeeze into a corner when I felt a hot, large hand press against my behind, kneading my buttock firmly. “Jerk!” Almost every attractive woman commuting on the subway has encountered a pervert. I was no exception. And today, I was wearing a tight-fitting skirt, so short that if I bent over, you could easily glimpse the pink thong wrapped around my private parts. It was precisely the kind of outfit that perverts on the subway loved to target. Almost guaranteed to draw unwanted attention. But when I subtly glanced back, my face burned crimson. I never in a million years imagined the man brazenly touching my behind was my father-in-law, Robert, who’d just arrived in New York City from out of state. My husband had called yesterday to say Robert would be staying with us for a while, but I hadn't expected to run into him on the subway. Even more shocking, he hadn’t recognized me. He clearly thought I was one of those outwardly prim but inwardly provocative women who wouldn't dare fight back. Through the reflection in the window, I could see his broad body completely enveloping me, his face showing an expression of pure pleasure as he continued his illicit caress. I hung my head, clenching my buttocks tightly, tensing every muscle in my body to fight against the intense, bone-deep tingling that threatened to make me cry out. I was terrified of letting out a disgraceful moan. What was I supposed to do? Should I turn around? But his large hand was still gliding over my backside. If I revealed myself now, wouldn't it be incredibly awkward? Should I pretend not to know? But we were headed to the same destination. Whether I got off early or rode a few more stops, we were bound to run into each other eventually. I hesitated, only two choices lay before me: turn around and reveal my identity, or continue enduring. Originally, I was prepared to grit my teeth and speak up, but when Robert’s fingers gently brushed against the edge of my underwear, my body instinctively chose the latter. It felt like the prelude to something more, as he seemed to be trying to explore further. "Mmph..." The sudden sensation made me stifle a moan, and I subconsciously arched my hips back a little, making it easier for him to press closer. I had to admit, his touch was incredibly deliberate; every motion seemed to target my most sensitive spots, like a key unlocking a deep, bottomless well of desire within me. My body reacted almost immediately, a warm flush spreading through me. But Robert wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more. I could feel him shift, subtly lowering his body, using his thumbs to hook the sides of my thong, slowly pulling it down to the edge of my thighs, crumpling it into a tiny ball. Then, he subtly pushed my buttocks apart, pressing his warm, hard presence against me, inching forward as if trying to find a way in. “N-no… you can’t.” The person behind me was my own father-in-law. How could such a thing happen between us? The last vestiges of my sanity made me bite my lip, trying desperately to stay lucid. With a sudden burst of resolve, I spun around. “Dad, it’s… it’s me.” I quickly pulled my underwear back up, my face so hot I felt it might drip blood. I couldn't meet his gaze. “Uh… Sarah? Is that you?” Robert seemed startled, quickly stepping back, stopping his movements. Almost instantly, an alarming protrusion became visible to my eyes. My eyes widened in shock. Is… is that a normal size for a man? I wasn’t some naive girl; on the contrary, my experience would make any woman my age blush with shame. But Robert’s impressive package, more formidable than anything I'd ever seen, still stunned me. David’s wasn’t small, but this was undeniably larger, at least a third bigger. The thought of being pinned beneath such a powerful man, his hands on me, filled me with a shocking mix of terror and forbidden curiosity. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. I quickly averted my gaze, using my bag to block his lower body. My voice trembled. “C-can you put that away… please…” “Oh, right… sorry…” It wasn’t until we got off the subway, almost home, that Robert finally spoke. “Sarah, you should really be more careful, don’t wear such revealing clothes. It’s easy to run into creeps, especially for a young, beautiful woman like you.” He said nothing about what had happened on the subway, adopting the air of an elder lecturing a junior. I didn’t reply, my mind still fixated on that fleeting glimpse of his body. I touched my face, which was still burning hot. If I hadn’t turned around just now… He would have… done it to me right there in the crowded train. I couldn’t help but fantasize, my empty body increasingly out of control. My thighs felt a swarm of ants crawling through them, itchy and numb. My mind replayed images of being held down by Robert, completely at his mercy. Finally, the forbidden and shameful thrill became too much. The moment I opened the front door, I bolted for the bedroom as if fleeing for my life. “Dad… I’m not feeling well. Just fix yourself something to eat and try to get to bed early, okay?” I eagerly dove onto the bed, stripped off my clothes, pulled a small device from deep within my nightstand, spread my legs, and pressed the switch, aiming it towards the living room where Robert was. I wanted it so badly! I yearned for a man to appear on my bed right now! Anyone! No matter the consequences, as long as he was as strong as Robert! As long as he could fill the emptiness in my body! Until my energy was completely depleted, the last thing I thought before losing consciousness was: If… Robert were to burst in and rape me right now… would I resist? In the early hours of the morning, I was woken by a buzzing sound, only to realize I was still clutching my small toy. Though the lingering sensations made me want to lie there indefinitely, the urge to use the restroom forced me to struggle to my feet, slip on a nightgown, and stumble sleepily towards the bathroom. But then, something unexpected happened! When I couldn’t find the light switch, I relied on muscle memory and sat down on the toilet, only to realize the sensation was completely wrong. This… what was this? I instinctively twisted my hips, and my body jolted as if shocked by electricity. A high-pitched scream was about to erupt from my throat when a thick, strong hand clamped over my mouth from behind. “Shh… Sarah, it’s me…” Robert was pressed against me from behind, one hand covering my mouth, the other cupping my breast, holding me completely in his embrace. “The power went out while I was showering earlier, so I sat on the toilet to wait for it to come back on. And you just… sat right on top of me.” Robert whispered into my ear, like a lover. I have to admit, in that pitch-black environment, hearing a familiar voice immediately calmed me. I realized the man behind me wasn't an attacker, but my own father-in-law. But very quickly, my heart began to pound. Because our current position felt exactly like a woman on top of a man during sex. Especially when Robert felt my stiff body gradually relax, he loosened his hand from my mouth, then deliberately cupped my other breast, gently kneading it. This made the entire room thick with a perverse atmosphere. “Mm-ah…” The pleasure of having my breast played with made me involuntarily cry out, and my body began to tremble. “Dad… please, let me get up first…” I desperately tried to suppress the rising heat within me, carefully shifting my body, terrified that if I slipped, that part of him pressing against my bottom would pierce me. But my soft legs felt like jelly, unable to muster any strength. I could only brace myself by placing my hands on Robert’s legs, but doing so only lifted my body, pushing that alarming presence even closer to my most private spot. Back and forth, I couldn’t break free from his embrace. Instead, the repeated friction against my sensitive areas made my bones ache, unable to sit still. “Let me lift you then…” Robert gave my chest a firm squeeze, then slipped his arms beneath my knees, lifting me like he was helping me relieve myself. He swung his hips a couple of times, deliberately rubbing his hardened presence against my inner thighs. “Ah!” I jumped as if electrocuted, instinctively reaching to cover myself, but Robert lifted me higher, and I involuntarily sat back down again. I quickly hooked my arms around his neck, arching my chest, my sweaty body becoming more sensitive than ever, on the verge of collapse from the waves of pleasure. “N-no… stop doing this to me…” Robert braced his back, ignoring my pleas, using his hands to bounce my hips up and down, teasing my soft areas with a light touch, constantly provoking my desires. His breathing grew heavy. Just a few thrusts, and I could barely take it anymore. That spot of mine felt flooded, completely liquefied. “Mmm-uh-ah…” The overwhelming shame completely shattered my reason. Unknowingly, I grabbed my own breasts, kneading them forcefully, actively spreading my legs wider, twisting my hips, ceaselessly chasing that sliver of pleasure. However, that pleasure lasted only a moment. Robert suddenly stopped. “Give it to me… I want it…” Losing that sole sensation of pleasure, I arched my neck, crying out sweetly. I grabbed his wrist, forcefully pulling him down, and my hips sank completely… “Ahhh…” At that moment, my eyes rolled back. I felt my soul soar to heaven…
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