Dirty Donna

Dirty Donna is a series of erotic stories I will be creating for my onlyfans page. Part one is the teaser to hopefully convince you to join onlyfans.com/lovingisdancing for more down right sexual debauchery of Donna’s adventures. It’s only $7.99 a month!

PART ONE

Donna is tall.  She stands out because of it. Still she is very feminine, loves to wear heels and dresses when she is not at work as a corporate attorney. Being an attorney she found that pant suits better serve her, but on her off time she dresses like a goddess, hair flowing and loose, almost hippie like. Preferably she will go braless and she can get away with it up to a point. Being that her nipples are sensitive she has learned to be okay with their erectness poking through a lacy top or T-shirt. 

The year is mid 1995, a pivotal year for Donna. She’s 35 and recently separated from a long term relationship, no kids. Last year she packed up her things and moved to the city of San Francisco something she always wanted to do. This time was now she thought and found a job through a friend that is a paralegal at downtown firm. It’s a good job, demanding and stressful, but pays well enough to live in her neighborhood. 

The internet first became available to the public in the early 90’s. Donna uses the internet for all sorts of things for work and her life, but her biggest secret is looking at porn. Once a week she likes to sit with a glass of wine and masturbate looking at photos or watching a video. Her ex didn’t like watching porn, but he would pick out something for her at the video store. She was too shy to go herself. Now the internet gives her the chance to choose what she likes without having to be seen. She loves watching a group of men fuck one woman. How lucky she is, she thinks.  

Today at work she over heard a conversation about something called craigslist. “They have a personals section. You won’t believe what’s on there!”, she heard. That same night after work she searched for it and found the personals section. A group of acronyms popped up men looking for women, women looking for men, women looking for women, and men looking for men. Fascinated she began looking at the men seeking women sections. Everything from long term relationships to ‘no strings attached’. 

Suddenly Donna’s newly and emerging perverted mind begins to explode in the possibilities. Without hesitation she created her first secret email account called DirtyD and began imagining her post. Still cautious about creepy men showing up to her apartment she makes a plan. Maybe she can be felt up on the train ride to work? It’s always crowded at rush hour, no one would notice or if they did so what, they are looking anyway. For her it’s noncommittal and kind of innocent. 

(Stranger sex….is this what she wants to explore?)

She composes her ad. 

“On the train to Powell at 8 am I will be wearing red heels, a black A-line skirt, a necklace with a ‘D’ on it, hair pulled up, red purse. I welcome someone to anonymously and discreetly grope me on this short train.”

She did not add that she would be sans panties. Then she worried maybe too many men would be fighting to grope her so she only created the ad only an hour before getting on the train. That means that person is having their morning coffee reading casual encounters before heading to work. Upon going to bed she masturbates her wet pussy. 

In the morning she did all her usual things except taking special care to the details. Wearing red heels today at work will call attention to her, but it’s not the most uncommon thing. She pulls her hair up into a tight bun and put in pearl earring studs. Next she found her ‘D’ necklace. She chuckles. Now it means Dirty instead of Donna. The skirt she chose has a nice slit up the back, easy access. Indeed she will have to switch out her skirt for a pair of slacks. 

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She nervously boards her train, perspiration emerges. Towards the back will be the most discreet and slowly heads in that direction shifting through a couple of bodies. With her heels she stands over her fellow riders. Standing strategically with her ass facing the back wall she reaches to the above rail for balance once the train moves. She decides to put on her black sunglasses to avoid eye contact with anyone. 

Once the train moves she feels a hand on her back. It surprises her. Did she really think it was going to happen? No. Is she excited? Yes. Thinking the hand is unsure to continue she widens her stance as an invitation to explore. The hand moves to her low back at the base of the curve of her butt. She takes a breath and lets out a long sigh and her body language is screaming ‘Yes, feel me up!’ She resists opening her eyes in case someone is watching. The darkness provides more secrecy and the stranger remains hidden. 

She likes it. 

Once shy, now the hand is bold. The hand moves in between her legs to cup her pussy, the palm still pressed against her ass but the lower cheek. She can smell him now, coffee and aftershave.  

She’s so wet. So wet she fears it will drip down her leg. Not bringing a washcloth was a mistake. Only the tip of the finger is on her clit. The finger has not found it’s way inside yet, but her desire is strong to be penetrated. Suddenly there is another hand just above her knee. She was not expecting this. She shivers. One man must be sitting to her left and the other standing behind her. 

The other hand feels larger, rougher. It belongs to a different kind of man. She can sense their breathing and excitement. The standing man pulls up her skirt just enough for the seated man to see her triangle exposed on the moving train. A breathy “yeah” releases from his raspy throat. Uncontrollably, she orgasms from the anticipation of two men fingering her in public on a train. 

“Oh man…” the seated one says. The standing man doesn’t speak, seemingly in more control, almost orchestrating. Standing man smells the back of her neck. She wishes she was naked, ready to be used and fucked. 

The seated man finally inserts a finger. “Fuck,” he says. Her pussy wet and swollen seems to suck in another finger from him. He presses deep into her then slides out. The other hand slides in his own fingers. Behind her without her knowing the two men are admiring her wetness on their  fingers. The fingers go in dry and come out glistening. They marvel at her cavern, a warm cave that produces a hidden elixir. Standing man’s boner presses against her, so hard. She wants it. 

She has two more stops before she has to exit and walk a block and a half to her office. They pause during the bustle of commuters entering and exiting, then they begin again. The entire time she remains as motionless as possible. Her pussy tells her internal story. As they finger her she can feel her pussy clamp down onto their fingers. Standing man takes a move at rubbing her hard clit, making her orgasm and she can’t hide it. She shakes and tries to hide her whimper. Her juices release down her leg.