Patreon Compilation – Fic#277 – Hana/Brigitte – transwoman Brigitte; exhibitionism; train sex – Fighting And Loving (Patreon)

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Hana/Brigitte – Sometimes the girls like to play it dangerous... and that means Brigitte accosting Hana on a packed full train >:3c

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Hana gets on the train fully aware of all the stares she is garnering from the public around her. She is not sure whether people are recognizing her or whether they are just shocked at her getup.

Her skirt is so short it is juuust shy of showing off the bottom of her naked ass as she walks, and the blouse she is wearing is all but see-through, her nipples pressing desperately against the fabric.

She is horny. Oh, she is so, so horny. Brigitte had put out her clothes earlier that day with a little note on top telling her where to come to… and she can only imagine what is going to happen once she gets there.

It’s a little park… so maybe she will bend her over a picnic table and fuck her brains out. Maybe they can leave the full condom lying there so others will know that someone got her pussy blasted on an absolutely bomb dick.

Hana squeezes her thighs together at the thought. She can feel the wetness smearing there, her cunt pulsing at the sheer thought of Brigitte’s gorgeous cock with the slim tip and the fat shaft that always manages to let her see stars.

There are a few passengers around and all the seats are taken which suits her just fine. She wouldn’t have sat her precious pussy down on one of the grungy seats anyway.

The train starts moving. She stares at herself in the reflection of the door. She gets off on her own slutty outfit. Behind her she can see men starting to rot together, ogling her legs and ass. She can tell that they want her so badly… and it gets her going even more. She kind of wants to be a whore and touch herself in front of them, but then again-

The train stops and even more people move on. It’s starting to get really crowded now. Everybody around her is so tall… she feels small and delicate and on the verge of squirting from how primed Brigitte has gotten her just from laying out her clothes and telling her what to do.

She loves it when her girlfriend gets bossy. Brigitte doesn’t always do that… but when she does, it is absolutely frying Hana’s brain.

Someone slots in behind her. It’s pretty full, but not so full as to warrant this kind of closeness. Her elbow jerks backwards automatically.

“Hey!” she hisses. “Give a girl some space, will ya?!”

She can’t quite see the person behind her; the reflection of the door isn’t that great. All she can make out is that they’re easy a head taller than she and wearing a baseball cap that hides their face from her.

What she can tell is that there’s a pair of fat tits pressing against the back of her head.

Oh fuck… fuuuck. She’s so weak for girlies.

“Sorry,” the lady says. Her voice sounds like she is trying to make it sound different, which… why? She’s also not stepping back. She just stays right where she is, not swayed by the motion of the train. A complete rock.

Hana swallows thickly. She shuffles her legs apart just a bit. Immediately she can feel her slimy excitement starting to drip from her swollen pussy lips. She stares at it in the reflection of the glass; the glittering string of wetness stretching from beneath her skirt, then dripping to the floor.

“Wow… that’s nasty.”

Hana startles at the voice behind her. The other girl is still trying to mask her voice but this time it immediately clicked: Brigitte.

Her eyes fly up again, trying to find Brigitte’s eyes through the reflection in the glass. When that doesn’t work, she tries to turn around to look at her, but Brigitte grabs her by the shoulders and keeps her right how she is.

“Stay,” she mutters softly. “And try to keep quiet, okay? You already made a huge show out of yourself. Don’t want anybody to know you get off on a ‘stranger’ molesting you, right?”

“I… I… what?” Hana replies weakly. Her nipples are so hard they ache. She wants to press her tits against the glass just to cool off. And maybe stick her ass out so Brigitte can slide her lovely cock into her dripping hole. That’d be nice. That’d be just-

Brigitte flips her already short skirt up over her ass. The only thing preventing her from mooning the train is the fact that Brigitte is standing right behind her and shielding her ass and swollen pussy from view.

“You’re so nasty… going out in public like this,” Brigitte murmurs softly. There’s just the softest hint of a tremble in her voice, letting Hana know that she is probably even more embarrassed to be saying stuff like this. It’s not really in her nature to be crude… but she is so good at it, especially since she knows it gets Hana going.

Suddenly there is a hand on her ass, the middle and ring fingers slipping between her cheeks and pressing against her tightly furled hole without pushing in.

Hana’s eyes go wide. She stands up on her tippy toes, heart pumping fast in her chest – and echoed in her swollen, sensitive clit. God, she’s been ready for cock for hours now. But right now? Right here?

Her eyes flick up, trying to see whether anybody had noticed what is going on. She can see the vague reflection of faces in the crowd peering toward her; trying to see her again. They want to fuck her so badly.

“N-No,” she whispers softly even as she angles her hips back, ass pressing against Brigitte’s hand. “What are you doing, you perv? Get her hands off of me!”

She’s way too quiet for anybody else to be heard. Brigitte laughs softly. Her hand slides deeper and suddenly her fingers slide right into Hana’s overflowing center.

It feels like stars are exploding in her abdomen. She almost moans and can just about cut herself off with a hand slapping across her mouth.

“Don’t be like that,” Brigitte mutters. Her fingers are pushing even deeper. Hana can feel them curling inside of her and rubbing into the spongy walls of her pussy. She can’t help how she clenches down on them, desperately suckling them in. Trying to hold them nice and deep inside her body. “You’ve been looking for this the whole day, haven’t you? You just… need a good fucking.”

Brigitte sounds like she’s not quite convinced by her own words. Like it makes her nervous spewing some dudebro bullshit – but she’s also slowly pumping into Hana now, fucking her on her fingers until she probably can feel her juices oozing out into her palm.

Hana shakes her head, hand still pressed across her mouth to keep down on the little kitten mewls tickling her throat. She shuffles her feet further together, trying to squeeze her thighs and force Brigitte to pull out. Or something like that. God, right now she doesn’t really care if the whole train watches her get railed by her GF.

If it means getting her cock faster, she’s bend over right then and there and call for everybody to have a good look at her getting utterly destroyed-

Brigitte slides her fingers out of her, pulling a deluge of slick with her. It drips down the insides of Hana’s thighs. Her knees tremble, tears involuntarily shooting into her eyes. Before she can complain, those same fingers, warm from her clutching pussy, slide between her swollen lips and deftly round her incredibly hard clit.

Electricity zings through her body. Her eyes open wide without really seeing anything. The train suddenly rushes into a tunnel, changing the whole audio around them. Making it way easier for her piggish little squeals to be heard. The reflection in the glass of the door has also become that much clearer.

She can see Brigitte’s head tucked over her shoulder, her mouth just about visible beneath the brim of her cap, open and panting, lips looking swollen from her biting on them.

She is staring down at Hana’s tits while she fingers her, rounding her clit again and again in fast and tight little swirls that make Hana feel like a string that is running through the length of her body is getting pulled insanely tight.

The way Brigitte manipulates her pussy is almost painful, but it is also so, so good. She can feel her breath tickling her neck. She’s so close she could kiss her, but neither of them do, still playing their parts.

“Nasty sluts like you,” Brigitte whispers suddenly, out of breath herself. She shuffles closer and Hana can feel that cock she’s been dreaming about the whole day poking into the small of her back through the loose tracksuit bottoms Brigitte is wearing, “Just live for cock, don’t you? You’d do anything for it. So if you want mine, you’ll… you’ll come now. Right here. In the midst of all these strangers.”

Her fingers flick across Hana’s clit. White hot pleasure pain shoots through Hana’s body. She must have started keening because suddenly Brigitte’s larger hand is cupped in front of her mouth, all but strangling her while she shakes through her orgasm, squirting her release against the train doors and onto the ground. Her knees are shaking wildly.

It’s a good thing Brigitte has her arm around her belly and keeps her from just sinking to the floor.

Did… anybody notice? She can’t find it in herself to open her eyes, still riding her orgasm while feeling Brigitte’s erection warm and insistent against her. Fuck, she’s gonna suck her dick so good when they’re in the park later.