A Week in the Metro
“Osterozhni. Dveree zkrivayetsya.”
Irina Terashkova breathed a sigh of relief as the doors slid. She’d made it on board just in time.
There was no place to sit but then Irina hadn’t expected to find a seat. A generous man might have given her his but for the young 20-year-old Muscovite, there didn’t seem to be any of those in this car.
So Irina Terashkova stood by the door as the train pulled out of the station pretending to be aloof even as she wondered if any of the guys were watching her.
You are being watched.
Irina looked around. The thought in her head seemed, well there was no other way to put it, the thought seemed decidedly male.
I am male, and you are being watched.
Irina started, looking around the subway car, trying to figure out who was watching her.
I can see you but you can’t see me. Nice ass you have there.
Someone was playing games with her. She didn’t necessarily mind that. She could play games, too, but at least she wanted to know the players and the rules.
No rules. Just you, me, and that cute, little ass of yours.
Who are you, Irina thought.
She almost thought she could hear a chuckle in her mind. All in good time. If I told you, it would spoil the game.
The train pulled into the next station. Irina thought of jumping off and catching the next train but she didn’t do that.
“Osterozhni. Dveree zkrivayetsya.” Be careful. The doors are closing.
Still with me, I see. That’s good.
I want to know who you are.
Again, the thought seemed to chuckle. How about we make that part of the game.
What do you mean?
Today’s Monday. If you can figure out who I am by Friday, I’ll let you go.
What do you mean you’ll let me go?
Another chuckle. You didn’t really think I’d let you get off the train, did you? We still had things to talk about.
Irina was getting scared because she had the sneaking suspicion that that just might be right. What do you want, she asked.
I want you.
Me?
That’s right. I want you, but I told you. I like a good game. If you figure out who I am by Friday, I’ll let you go.
And if I don’t?
Then you belong to me.
I don’t belong to anyone.
I wouldn’t bet on that. You’re easier to control than you might think.
Suddenly, Irina felt her pussy start to wetten.
See what I mean? Easy. So what do you say? Do you want to play a game, or should I just keep playing with your pussy.
Irina fought the urge to moan but her pussy was so wet.
Come on. Play a game with me.
Irina started to pant. I’ll play. I’ll play. Just make it stop.
That’s not the way the game works but don’t worry. I’ve got something for you to do.
What?
There’s a man standing behind you. He’s had a really bad day. His wife just kicked him out of the apartment because she got sick and tired of his drinking. His name is Igor. He likes your ass. Why don’t you take Igor home and let him fuck you, and we’ll talk again tomorrow.
No wait. Don’t go. Who are you?
There was nothing.
Don’t go.
There was nothing and Irina could feel herself turning. There was a man behind her. He had on a black overcoat and a black fur hat. He had a black beard and black eyes. “Is ... is your name Igor,” Irina asked.
The man looked surprised. “Da.”
Irina could smell the alcohol. Please no, she told herself, but she seemed not to be listening to herself. “Did your wife kick you out,” she asked.
The man looked surprised. “How did you know that?”
“Do you have a place to stay?”
“I have a friend,” the man began, “but his wife, she doesn’t like me.”
Irina couldn’t believe she was about to do this. “Maybe you could spend the night with me,” she suggested.
The man looked at her with growing interest.
“You are serious,” he asked.
Irina tried not to look eager but she knew she was failing. She didn’t want this man to fuck her and yet she did. She nodded enthusiastically even as she let a hand slide down inside the man’s overcoat. She hoped none of her friends saw her doing this but she loved the feel of his cock in his pants. “Absolutely,” she gushed. “I am very serious.”
The man looked at her. Irina couldn’t believe he hadn’t already said yes.
“All right,” the man said.
Now that she had her hand inside his coat, she didn’t seem able to pull her hand back. She wanted to slip her hand inside his pants. She was able to restrain herself but she knew she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself for long. “We’re going to get off at Turgenaskaya,” she told the man.
The man nodded and Irina knew she was going to have to lead the way. She didn’t want to lead. She wanted to keep her hand on his cock.
She led the man out of the station. It was a short walk to her flat but it seemed like forever. She let herself into her apartment building. Normally, she would have checked her mail but not this time. This time, there was only one thing on her mind. She pulled the man to the elevator and she practically shoved him inside and even before the doors closed, she once again had her hand inside his coat.
The man kissed her and all the while, she kept her hand on his cock.
The doors to the elevator opened and Irina practically dragged the man out of the elevator. She’d always thought it sucked having an apartment that close to the elevator but now, she loved it. In moments, she had the door open and then she was pulling the man inside.
Over the next few minutes, the two of them shed their clothes, letting garments fall where they wanted.
The man still had his underwear on when Irina shoved him down on her bed. In moments, the underwear was gone and for the first time, she had her hand in actual contact with the Igor’s cock.
She couldn’t believe how wet she was. All she wanted was to please this man. She settled down between his legs and in moments, she was sucking his cock.
It was weird. She’d never even wanted to do this before but somehow this felt right. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and she loved the way her mouth made the man moan. She wanted to suck his cock. She wanted to make him cum. She wanted him to cum in her mouth.
It wasn’t long before she got what she wanted. Irina wondered how she had gone without sucking cock for so long. All she knew was she couldn’t ever go without sucking cock. Not after she knew the wonders of it. Sucking cock was the best and just to show him how appreciative she was, she climbed into Igor’s lap and rode him until he gave her another load of cum.
Irina woke up the next morning with Igor there beside her. When she remembered how he’d got there, she was dismayed. What had come over her. She didn’t go out and pick up strange men so why had she done it and why had she felt so happy to have his cock inside her.
The worst part was that she had no answer to her questions. All she knew was she had to go to work and before she left, she was going to have to get Igor out of her apartment.
She looked at her watch. She was late and that wasn’t good.
The closest Metro station was Krasnay Vorota. She pulled open the big wooden doors and followed the stairs into the bowels of the station, queuing up with the other riders to go down to the trains.
She looked at her watch as she stepped onto the platform. It was going to be tight, but she might just make it.
A train pulled into the station and she stepped onto the car. “Osterozhni. Dveree zkrivayetsya.” The doors closed.
So how did it go last night with Igor.
That thought. She recognized it. She’d forgotten the thought in her head but now she remembered. It had the same feel as what she’d felt before.
Well? How’d it go?
None of your business.
Is that any way to be.
I fucked a complete stranger, Irina thought back, stopping only then when she realized what she’d just admitted to.
So you enjoyed yourself.
That’s none of your business.
Sure, it is. I want to make sure you enjoyed yourself. Did you suck his cock.
She wanted to tell him it was none of his business but before she could think what she wanted to say, her mind betrayed her.
I can see someone enjoyed herself.
That’s private.
Not from me. So you liked sucking cock.
Yeah.
I bet you want to do it again.
She wanted to say no but once again, her thoughts betrayed her as she remembered what she’d told herself the night before.
Well now, I’m definitely glad to see you enjoyed yourself.
Shut up.
If the man was offended, he showed no indication of it. I think it’s time we found another cock for you to suck. What do you think about that?
Once again, her thoughts betrayed her.
Excellent. Now, let’s see. I think I know what we should do next.
What?
You wouldn’t want me to spoil the surprise, would you.
What did you do?
You’ll see.
I’m going to be late for work, Irina thought.
No, actually, I don’t think you will.
The train rolled on through Lubyanka station and through Lenin’s Library and on it went. Irina heard nothing more but she had the feeling that whoever the stranger was, he wasn’t really gone. She wasn’t sure he was ever completely gone.
The subway rolled into Park Kultury station and Irina along with a good number of other riders emerged from the car. She’d have to hurry, she told herself.
She was almost to the escalators when someone called out to her.
The man was an Army man. His job was first line of defense in case the Metro was attacked. She’d seen him before. Usually, he spent most of his time just walking around but now he was calling out to her. Irina stopped.
“What is your name,” the man asked.
“Irina Terashkova.”
“Can I see your papers please?”
“Yes, of course.” Irina produced the documents even though she still had no idea why the man was asking for them. All she knew was that for some reason, she found the thought of being examined terribly exciting.
The Army man looked the papers over and he scowled. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to follow me.”
The man led the way through the station with Irina scrambling to catch up. She felt like a little kid racing to keep up with her dad only it wasn’t her dad. It was this Army man, this Army man who was so fucking hot.
Irina had no idea why she’d never noticed it before. She’d passed the guy so many times before so why hadn’t she noticed how hot he was.
The man came to a door and he pulled out a set of keys. He pushed the door open. Whatever this room was, it was small, just barely big enough for the old wooden desk and the two chairs it had inside. “Step inside, please.”
Irina stepped inside and the man closed the door behind her.
“Have a seat,” the man told her and again, Irina did as she was told, but the man didn’t move around to the other side of the desk. Instead, he just perched himself on the edge of the desk. “Your papers,” he said as he handed them back, “appear to be in order.”
“So why did you bring me here?”
“Because there were a few things that warranted further examination.”
Irina loved the way he said the word examination. It made her so hot. “What do you want to know?”
“For starters, you’re not married. That is correct, yes?”
“Yes, I’m not married.”
“Any boyfriends?”
“No. Not at this time.”
“Why? A girl as hot as you should have boys lining up.”
He thought she was hot.
“You are willing to put out, aren’t you?”
“For the right guy,” Irina said.
“I see. So now we’re getting to the root of your problem, aren’t we? You’re too damned picky, aren’t you?”
Irina shook her head. She didn’t think she was picky but what did this have to do with whether she was a security threat.
“Do you suck cock,” the man asked.
Up until last night, the answer to that would have been no, but now Irina nodded enthusiastically.
“So you suck cock,” the army man said. “I suppose we should put that to the test. Why don’t you suck my cock.”
Irina had no qualms about giving the man exactly what he wanted.
She slipped down off the chair and her hands pulled on the man’s zipper. She let her hand slide inside his pants. She couldn’t help it. She just had to suck that cock.
Her hands worked at his belt. The man pulled himself off the desk just long enough to let Irina pull his pants and underwear down but then her hand was back again, back again on his cock. She needed this cock in her mouth.
The man groaned as the girl took him. “Oh yeah, I can see you really do like sucking cock,” he said. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Suck it. Suck my cock.”
Irina loved having a man tell her to suck his cock.
The man groaned again and his hand grabbed the back of Irina’s head, guiding her up and down on his cock.
The man groaned. “Oh fuck,” he moaned as his hand tightened its hold on the girl’s head.
Irina could feel it coming and she wanted it bad.
She could feel the cock surge and then the cock surged again. Without even thinking, she gulped what she could even as that cock shot more of the its load in her mouth and Irina couldn’t help but feel proud as if doing what she was doing was really something amazing.
But the man wasn’t done with her. He pulled her off his cock and then he turned her around. He lifted up Irina’s skirt and he pulled down her panties. “Let’s see if you fuck as good as you suck.”
Irina knew she should resent it but her pussy was just so wet and willing. She moaned as she felt the man enter her. It just felt so good. There was no way to say no.
And besides, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
She moaned again as that cock took her. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to feel that cock cum inside her.
And that’s what it did, filling her up with its cum and Irina couldn’t help but admit that it really did feel so very good to be fucked like this.
The army man pulled out and zipped his cock up. He looked at Irina. “I said your papers were in order,” the man said. “You can go,” and with that, he turned and left.
It didn’t take long before Irina was out of the station. When she arrived at work, was told that a man had come by, that he’d talked with her boss, and that there was no problem with her coming in late this one time, but no one it seemed could remember what the stranger looked like.
Irina was still trying hard not to think about it the next day at work. Problem was she worked as a receptionist and it gave her plenty of time to think about what she wanted to forget.
Usually, Irina ate her lunch at her desk but on Wednesdays, one of the other girls would come down and spell her for a bit so it was her day to get away.
She didn’t do it every Wednesday but there was a diner near the Oktobraskaya station where a lot of Americans liked to hang out. They said it was retro whatever what that meant. All she knew was it was a good place to meet American businessmen.
That day, she didn’t meet any Americans. She just sat at her table and ate her overpriced meal. She got plenty of stares, but she didn’t meet anyone.
Oh well, she told herself as she descended down into the station, it didn’t work every time.
Of course not. You should be looking for Russian men to fuck.
Oh no.
You didn’t think that just because you didn’t hear me first thing in the morning that I was going to somehow leave you alone.
That was just what Irina had been thinking.
I know that’s what you were thinking.
Damn, Irina thought.
I think we need to let you find a Russian cock to fuck.
Damn.
I know what you need.
Damn, Irina thought.
Keep on going straight on ahead and now the first entrance on the right.
Irina knew where she was being taken. She wanted to stop herself but she didn’t. She walked right into the men’s room.
There was a blond man, wiping his hands when Irina entered. He looked up and their eyes locked.
Not him. Go to the last stall.
Irina passed the blond man and walked to the last stall.
Wait for it.
Irina wasn’t even sure what she was waiting for but then the door to the stall opened.
Say hello Boris.
“Hello, Boris.”
The man looked startled. “Do I know you?”
Tell him you want to get fucked in the ass.
But—
Tell him.
“I want to get fucked in the ass,” Irina said. She was sure she didn’t want this but she couldn’t stop herself from saying it.
“You want what?”
Irina couldn’t believe she was doing this. She felt so dirty and yet it was making her pussy hot.
Tell him you want him to force you into the stall.
“I want you to force me into the stall,” Irina said.
Tell him you want him to bend you over the toilet and fuck you in the ass.
“I want you to bend me over the toilet. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
The man was staring at the girl. He looked around as if not quite knowing what to believe.
Make him believe it.
How?
Use your imagination. Make him believe it.
Irina stepped closer to the man and she slipped an arm around his waist. Her other hand slipped down the front of his pants. She could feel his cock inside his pants. “I’m serious,” she said.
I think he needs more convincing.
Irina rather doubted that. If what she was feeling in his pants was any indication, it seemed as if he were convinced enough but—
She unzipped his pants. She slid her hand inside. “I’m serious,” she said. “I’m really serious.”
Give him more.
Irina slipped her hand out of the man’s pants and she moved into the stall. She bent down over the toilet and she wriggled her ass at the man. “I’m really, really serious.”
She didn’t have to look to know the man’d taken his cock out of his pants.
“I need to get fucked in the ass. I need it so bad.”
Irina could hear the man unbuckling his belt. He pulled up her skirt and he pulled down her panties.
It wasn’t long after that that she felt something else. She felt the man work his cock between her cheeks.
“Come on,” she pleaded. She wasn’t even sure why but it felt right. “Come on. Fuck me in the ass.”
She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her and instinctively, her cheeks clenched.
Let him in.
I can’t.
Yes, you can.
I can’t.
You can and you will.
I can’t let him fuck my ass.
There are worse things than getting fucked in the ass. Now, let him in.
Irina whimpered.
Just relax and let him in.
Irina took a deep breath and then she let it out and she got a cock in her ass.
If his grunt was any indication, Boris seemed to liked it a lot.
Irina whimpered. It was too much.
Tell him you want him to cum in your ass. He’ll like that.
I ... I can’t.
Yes, you can. Now, do it.
“Oh fuck,” Irina moaned. “Oh fuck. I want you to cum in my ass.”
The man didn’t say anything but Irina was sure he’d heard her.
The man groaned again and this time, Irina felt it. It was tight before but now, it felt even tighter as his cock swelled inside her. Another grunt and another surge. Another grunt and still another surge. Oh God, she couldn’t believe this was happening to her and what was worse, she liked it a lot having some guy cum in her ass.
Thank him for fucking you in the ass.
“Thank you for fucking me in the ass,” Irina said.
Now pull up your panties and leave. Don’t bother cleaning up. I want you to think about this all afternoon while you sit at work. I want you to think about how a good, nice, hard, Russian cock feels inside you. Have a nice day.
Irina was soon headed back to her job and all the while, she could feel the ever present reminder of what had just happened.
The next day found Irina wondering what the day held in store for her. There was a part of her that didn’t want to know but what worried her more was that there was a part of her that couldn’t wait to find out.
She almost expected the stranger to be on her morning train, but he wasn’t so Irina figured she’d feel the stranger’s touch on the way home.
But it didn’t.
Maybe, she’d given him the slip. It was understandable really. She usually picked up a few items from the store on the way home but on Thursdays, she made her run at the market, so she’d changed trains at Lenin’s Library and she’d made the connection to the blue line on Arbotskaya so she could go to her favorite market.
Baumanskaya is an interesting station. Many of Moscow’s Metro stations have ornate fittings or murals but Baumanskaya has the soldiers. Clad in dark marble, the statues prowl the entrances to the trains, peering around corners, rifles in hand. She’d just returned from shopping when ...
Miss me?
Irina almost squawked at the presence in her mind. I thought you weren’t coming.
Another chuckle. You should know better.
He was right. She should have known better.
So, did you miss me?
No, Irina lied. I didn’t miss you.
Pity. What are you doing in Baumanskaya?
Irina didn’t catch the import of the thought until she realized what it meant. She looked around. The station was still somewhat crowded but it wasn’t as crowded as it could have been. Was he here.
I don’t have to follow you to know where you are. Why are you in Baumanskaya?
What do you think?
I think you were shopping.
If you already knew, why’d you ask?
I don’t have to answer that.
He was right. He didn’t have to answer that.
Ready for your next task.
Irina wasn’t sure how to answer that.
There’s a girl, far end of the station. Her name’s Svetlana. Long, blond hair. Her boyfriend’s just dumped her and she’s feeling sad. He’s a jerk if you ask me. Make sure she gets over him before she leaves the station.
What do you want me to do?
No response.
Hey. What do you want me to do? Come on. This isn’t fair.
Irina hadn’t realized it but she’d been moving further down towards the far end of the station. Instinct took over and she moved towards the tracks, and there on a bench was a girl with long, blond hair, gently sobbing.
Gee, thanks, Irina thought to no one in particular. “Svetlana?”
The girl looked up. “Wh-who are you? How did you know my name?”
“My name’s Irina. You look like you could use a friend.” Irina set her bags down. Hell, the girl looked was no older than her. “What happened?”
“It’s my boyfriend. He ... he dumped me.”
“He dumped you?”
“He said he could find other women. He said he was too good to tie himself down to just one girl.”
“He sounds like a bit of a jerk to me,” Irina said and then remembered where she’d heard that first.
“Yeah, but I love him.”
Irina wanted to scream. How the hell was she supposed to help the girl? This was stupid. She moved closer. She put an arm around the girl’s shoulder. “You’ve got to get over him,” Irina said.
“Yeah, but how.”
God damn, this girl was cute. Irina wasn’t sure why she hadn’t picked up on it at first, but her lips were just so nice and full and her eyes had this really cool shade of gray.
It was almost as if the girl seemed to become aware of Irina on a whole different level. “Wh-what are you doing?”
God damn, this girl was yummy, Irina thought. She liked the way her tits made her jacket swell. Her jacket was so tight.
“What are you doing,” the girl said again.
God damn, those lips were just so kissable. She couldn’t help herself and truth be told, she didn’t want to help herself. Those lips were so yummy. Oh geez. Those lips. Those lips needed to be kissed. Those lips needed to be kissed so bad.
“What are you doing,” the girl asked again but by that time, it was obvious.
Irina’s lips pressed against Svetlana’s and she kissed her again and again. Unwilling at first, Sventlana’s lips opened just a little at first and then more and more so.
Irina kept kissing the girl even as her hand worked its way inside the girl’s jacket. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of her lips.
And now, Svetlana was kissing Irina back. Her mouth no longer resisted the advances of the other but worked to encourage them.
Irina’s hand cupped the other woman’s breast and Svetlana pushed back. “Wait,” she moaned. “Wait. I’m not a lesbian.”
“Neither am I,” Irina replied.
Svetlana looked at Irina and then her mouth broke into a sly, little grin. “I guess it’s a good thing then that neither one of us is a lesbian,” she said as she pulled Irina into yet another kiss.
After that, Irina had no problem slipping her hand inside Svetlana’s jacket or unbuttoning her blouse or cupping the blond’s firm, young tits.
“I love that,” the blond moaned.
“What do you love,” Irina asked.
“I love it when you touch my tits.”
“You mean like this,” Irina asked.
“Oh yeah,” the blond gasped. “Oh yeah. I love it like that. I love it like that.”
Irina kissed the girl. She loved kissing those lips. “I’m glad,” she purred. “I’m glad you love it.”
“You know what I really want?”
“What do you want?”
“I want to cum. My boyfriend ... my ex-boyfriend, he always came first. He said if I wasn’t good enough to keep up with him, I didn’t deserve to cum.”
Irina shook her head. The guy really was an ass hole. How could you say something to a girl like this?
“Can you make me cum,” the girl asked.
“You mean here? You mean now?”
The girl looked frightened, almost as if she realized she’d said something wrong. “Never mind,” she said. “You don’t have to do it.”
“I don’t have to,” Irina said, “but I want to so tell me, are you wet for me?”
The blond nodded.
“Are you sure,” Irina asked as her hand drifted over the blond’s stomach.
“I’m sure.”
Irina’s hand opened the snaps on the blond’s jeans and her hand pushed its way inside. “Are you sure you’re wet,” she asked.
“I am so wet,” the blond said in a hushed voice.
Irina rubbed her hand over the blond’s panties. “Wet enough to let me eat you out right here in the station?”
“Yes.”
“In front of all these people?”
“Yes.”
Irina pulled down the blond’s jeans and panties. “Spread your legs for me,” and the blond did as she was told. Irina slipped between the blond’s legs. Her mouth dropped down and her tongue probed and the blond moaned.
“Oh God. That’s it. Eat me there. Eat me there.”
Irina’s mouth knew what it needed to do.
“Oh fuck,” the blond moaned. “Oh fuck. Eat me. Come on. Eat my fucking pussy.”
Irina knew the blond was close.
The blond’s back arched as her body succumbed to the inevitable. “Oh my God,” she screamed. “Oh my God.” Her pussy came and Irina ate and her pussy came again and again.
It was Friday and Irina Terashkova stood by the door as she rode the subway to work.
Moment of truth time. It’s Friday. You know what the deal was. Name me and you can go free. Do you know who I am?
Irina was looking at a blond-haired man. He was wearing glasses and reading a book. He appeared to have no interest in her. The only thing was Irina was sure she’d seen him before, on Monday and Tuesday, and Wednesday and Thursday. Every time that voice had been in her mind, he’d been there.
The man looked up and he was looking at Irina as she looked at him.
Well. Do you know who I am?
Irina walked up to the blond-haired man.
Well.
She was staring at the man. No, I have no idea who you are.
You know what this means.
Yes.
You belong to me now.
Yes.
And by the way.
Yes.
That man you’re staring at. That’s not me.