Mistress Mystique - Rush Hour, Shit Hour

Mistress Mystique is a woman who knows how to take control of any situation. Her authority and confidence are palpable, especially during the chaotic rush hour when everyone is scrambling to get where they need to go. For her, it's not just about making it to her destination on time; it's about asserting her power over those around her. And what better way to do that than to combine it with her deepest desires?

As the panicked crowd jostles to board the train, Mistress Mystique casually steps in front of them, blocking their path. With a sly smirk, she slides her hands down her thighs, feeling the weight of her morning meal pressing against her lower stomach. Today is going to be fun, she thinks to herself, taking in the desperate looks of those trying to pass by.

She knows that once she's on the train, the real excitement begins. There's something about being packed like sardines into a tiny toilet cubicle that gets her heart racing. The thought of someone watching her, seeing her bare ass and fat cock pressing against the tiny door, sends shivers of anticipation down her spine.

Once inside, she quickly drags herself to the nearest toilet, her long legs stretching out behind her in an imposing display of dominance. She doesn't bother to close the door, knowing that everyone can see her as she pulls her skirt up, revealing her plump ass and pale belly. She grins to herself as she imagines their dirty little thoughts – 'I wonder what she's going to do next?'

Without further ado, she sinks down onto the hard toilet seat, her bulging asshole greedily accepting the massive load eager to spill out of her pussy. Moans escape her lips as she surrenders to the powerful waves of pleasure that wash over her. For a moment, she savors the feeling of being both utterly fulfilled and completely in control. Then, slowly, she begins to push her bulk backwards, forcing the engorged cock to slide out of her sodden pussy one inch at a time.

She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, delighting in the sight of the massive load dripping from her ass onto the filthy toilet floor. With a satisfied smile, she pushes the rest of the cock back inside her, moaning in delight as it fills her up once again. Then, raising her skirt just high enough to reveal her flushed face, she leans back against the toilet door and waits for someone to join her in the tiny cubicle.

She knows that it won't be long before someone gives in to their dirty little desires – after all, who can resist the allure of a beautiful woman taking care of her business right in front of them? And when they do, she'll be more than happy to oblige them. Because for Mistress Mystique, there's nothing quite like the rush of power that comes from reducing grown men to quivering messes of lust and need.

As the train rumbles along, Mistress Mystique takes great pleasure in watching the other passengers anxiously awaiting their turn to use the tiny toilets. She knows that they're all thinking about her, wondering what she'll do next. And she can't wait to show them.

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