Rose Wood is a well-known British adult model and XXX TV presenter. She has submitted this story about her sexy escapades on the London Underground exclusively to Adult Connexxxions. While we think it's a hot read, it's hotter still when you hear Rose tell it herself by calling 0909 972 6719 (£1 per minute, see terms below). Or if you prefer live phone sex, call 0909 972 2960 (£1 per minute, see terms below). Or maybe you'd like to try some kinky sex chat on 09099 726 725 (£1 per minute, see terms below). Tube TartHave you ever wondered how porn stars can have sex in front of a room full of people? It's simple really - there's a healthy streak of exhibitionism in all of us! For me it's a mad turn on to know that I'm being watched. It's a combination of exhilaration and danger I find thrilling! It reminds me of the time I was on the tube quite late at night, and as my sexy luck would have it, my train was totally empty. Just before the doors closed and the train started off, this ruggedly handsome bloke in a tracksuit and trainers ran through the doors on the far end of my carriage. He was bloody gorgeous! Muscular, slim and athletic looking - just my type! I saw he'd noticed me and I could swear he was mentally undressing me, which I admit wasn't too hard because I was wearing a micro-mini, knee-high leather boots and a scarlet red-lace bustier under a black leather coat. He smiled at me, then reached into his pocket, pulled out a pair of sunglasses and slowly put them on while he stared at me. I opened my bag and took out my own pair of shades and slowly slid the arms, one at a time, in and out of my mouth. I was really getting turned on and I knew he was too! Slowly he unzipped his jacket revealing a shirtless six-pack and perfect pecs. Opening my coat, I seductively began to unbutton the front of my bustier, teasing him by lingering on each button until it was completely open, exposing my ripe, full breasts with their erect nipples at full salute. God! I was so hot I swear steam was coming off me! By now I could see I was having an obvious effect on him too, because his huge cock was bulging through his pants. He slowly ran his thumbs along the waistline of his tracksuit bottoms before sliding them down in the front to expose his beautiful, rock hard prick. I leaned over, letting my ripe tits dangle invitingly and ran my hands from my ankles to my hips, pushing my skirt up to show off my moist naked pussy. I put three fingers in my mouth and lovingly coated them with saliva before plunging them deep into my shuddering quim! The feeling was indescribable. Wave after wave of near orgasmic pleasure was pulsating through me like a volcano. Oh God! I sluttishly rubbed my quivering clit and was getting so turned on. God! It was fucking fantastic! He was breathing heavily now, wanking his huge cock faster and faster. I was busy jamming my fingers inside me and frantically diddling my swollen clitty, groaning like a whore in heat and loving it. I was so caught up I forgot where I was, and reality came back with a screeching halt as the train stopped in the next station. I saw him jerk his head over as the doors slid open, and for a few deliciously anxious moments, no one appeared. Then I could hear the approaching sounds of several rowdy blokes, laughing and talking too loudly like blokes do when they've been drinking all night. About eight of them crammed noisily into the doorway before the doors closed and the train sped off again. At first they were so busy roughhousing and messing about with each other that none of them took any notice of us. Then suddenly one, then another, then another saw either me or my wank partner and their jaws all dropped like hung men! The train was hurtling through the tunnel now, making one hell of a noise, but it couldn't hold a candle to the whooping and hollering these lucky buggers started to let out. It was such a fucking turn on having all those unexpected eyes staring at us as my mystery man and I continued to jerk ourselves off. I had one hand squeezing my tits and the other thrusting in and out of my sopping wet pussy like there was no tomorrow. I lifted my legs in the air and spread them even wider, giving them all a bird's eye view as I stroked my trembling clit faster and faster. They were all shouting encouragements at both of us like it was the bloody FA cup! I saw my wank mate really start to get into it and his hand was a blur as he pounded away on his monster cock like a drum. I could feel the power of my orgasm building and building like a tidal wave, and I was moaning and grinding my hips like a total slut. It was incredible! It was like the circus, a wet dream and a race all rolled into one crazy, sexy fantasy. Suddenly I saw that pained, contorted look men give when they're just about to come pass over the face of wanker-boy. He was fisting himself like a machine, until he finally shuddered and erupted a huge load of jizz all over the floor. The other blokes were cheering him on as if he'd scored the winner in the World Cup! Now all eyes were on me and I wasn't going to disappoint. I slid down in my seat, and hoisting my knees to my shoulders, I began driving both hands in and out of my pussy like two jackhammers. I was moaning and thrusting my hips like the last whore on Earth, as my orgasm began shuddering through. As I felt the intensity start to mount I began fingering my clit as hard and as fast as I could. I was soon shaking all over as I came again and again for what felt like ages. When I opened my eyes I saw the entire gallery offering me a standing ovation, complete with whistles and catcalls. The train was pulling into the next station, which was my stop. I calmly stood up, turned around and curtsied and then slowly walked out, wiggling my perfect ass all the way. I bet those guys are still talking about 'the tube tart' to this day. If you enjoyed this story you can hear Rose tell it herself by calling 0909 972 6719 (£1 per minute, see terms below). Or if you prefer live phone sex, call 0909 972 2960 (£1 per minute, see terms below). Or maybe you'd like to try some kinky sex chat on 09099 726 725 (£1 per minute, see terms below).
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