I confessed my porn addiction to a stranger on the train… Ended up getting railed for hours

I have an addictive personality, especially when it comes to sex and porn. I love rubbing one out to the filthiest videos or having something nasty playing while I’m getting fucked, minding my own business, when this hot guy sits right next to me. We start chatting and it turns out he’s super open about being a total porn addict too. At first I was shy as hell, just nodding along, too embarrassed to admit how deep my obsession goes.

But he kept talking so confidently about his favourite scenes and all the kinks he’s into so I started opening up, telling him I watch porn while I’m actually having sex, that I finger myself raw to gangbangs and facial compilations every night. The more we talked, the hornier we both got. My pussy was throbbing in my seat, getting slicker by the second. Soon we were rubbing our hands over each other under the little table tray, his fingers brushing my pussy, mine grazing the massive bulge in his jeans… whispering about our dirtiest fantasies. Double penetration, choking, cum swallowing, public risk… everything. By the time the train pulled into Paris I was soaked through my panties, aching for him.

We didn’t even pretend. We grabbed our bags and went straight to his hotel. The whole cab ride I was practically shaking with anticipation, my clit pulsing every time his hand squeezed my leg. As soon as the door shut behind us, he hooked his tablet up to the massive hotel TV and put on the nastiest porn he could find… loud moans filling the room, girls getting absolutely destroyed. Clothes came off in seconds.

His cock… fuck. It was enormous, thick and veiny, even bigger than most of the pornstars on screen were taking. That alone made me feel like such a dirty little whore, like I was filthier than the girls getting railed right in front of us.

We fucked like animals for hours. No breaks, no food, no water. Just round after round of him pounding me senseless while the TV screamed with more porn. I rode him, he bent me over, he pinned me down and filled me up again and again. All I swallowed that day was load after thick, hot load of his cum. I lost count of how many times I came, screaming into the pillows while the girls on screen did the same. By the time we finally collapsed it was the middle of the night, the room reeking of sex, both of us wrecked and sticky.

To this day we still text each other our favourite new videos every week like horny pen pals. We’ve even Zoom call just to watch the same filthy shit and masturbate together, encouraging each other to go harder, cum louder.

Not many people get to live out their ultimate fantasy with a stranger on a random train ride… but I did. And I still get wet just thinking about it. Best day of my slutty little life. [email protected]