Doll in the Compartment

The train car swayed gently, black night streaking past the window, and the compartment already smelled of coffee from a thermos and something sweet. I, Max, sat on the lower bunk, unable to tear my eyes away from my seatmate. Her name was Lera—tall, with a mane of fiery red hair and a defiant smile. When she'd first walked in, our eyes had locked for a beat too long. Now her knee kept brushing against mine, and that simple touch had me already hard as a rock.

"Hey," she suddenly said, leaning in closer, "did you know I was obsessed with dolls as a kid? Especially the ones you could undress and pose any way you wanted."

I smirked, heat creeping up my neck.

"So what, you're looking for an obedient doll now?" I asked, tracing a finger along her wrist.

Lera bit her lip, her eyes gleaming.

"Or maybe I want to be the doll," she whispered. "The kind you can twist and turn however you like... especially on a train where no one can hear."

My cock twitched against my jeans at her words. I didn't wait. I reached out and slowly ran my palm up her thigh, pushing up the thin skirt. Her skin was hot and smooth.

"Then strip, doll," I said in a low voice. "Show me how obedient you are."

Lera stood in the middle of the cramped compartment, swaying with the rhythm of the train. She slowly pulled her sweater over her head. Underneath was a lace burgundy bra, barely containing her heavy tits. She turned her back to me, glancing over her shoulder.

"Are you going to undo it yourself, or does the doll have to do everything alone?" she teased.

I stood up and pressed against her from behind. My rock-hard cock dug into her ass through the fabric. My fingers quickly worked the hooks, and the bra fell away. I grabbed her tits, squeezed her nipples, rolled them between my fingers. Lera let out a soft moan.

"Oh... harder... dolls can be handled any way you want, right?"

I spun her around to face me and pushed her onto the bunk. She lay on her back, spreading her legs, the skirt riding up on its own. Her panties were already soaked through. I yanked them off in one motion and saw her smooth, glistening pussy. Her clit was swollen and aching, poking out.

"What a wet doll," I laughed, dropping to my knees between her legs. "Time to tune you up."

I dragged my tongue up her slit from bottom to top, pressing hard into her clit. Lera arched her back, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

"Fuck... yes... just like that, lick your doll... deeper!"

I pushed my tongue inside her, then added two fingers, fucking her fast and rough. Her juices ran down my hand, dripping onto the sheet. The train rattled its wheels, drowning out her loud moans.

"I want your cock," she breathed out when I pulled away. "Shove your big dick into your doll... please."

I stood up and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprung out, heavy and throbbing. Lera sat up and immediately wrapped her lips around it. Her hot mouth engulfed the head, her tongue swirling around it. She sucked greedily, taking me deep, choking sometimes but never stopping. Saliva ran down her chin, her eyes looking up at me—submissive, glistening.

"Good doll," I praised, gripping her red hair. "Take it deeper... just like that."

After a minute, I couldn't hold back. I pulled her up and bent her over the bunk, ass in the air. Her ass was round and firm. I ran the head along her wet lips and slammed into her pussy to the hilt. Lera cried out.

"Ohhh, fuck, so thick... fuck me harder, Max! Pound your doll!"

I grabbed her hips and started fucking her rough and deep. The compartment filled with the slap of skin on skin, wet squelching sounds, and her moans. I smacked her ass, then again. Lera trembled.

"More... spank your doll... I'm your rubber whore tonight..."

I flipped her onto her back, hiked her legs over my shoulders, and thrust back inside. Now we stared into each other's eyes. I fucked her fast, feeling her pussy clench around my cock. Her tits bounced with every stroke.

"I'm gonna cum..." she moaned. "Don't stop... fuck me!"

Her body arched, her cunt starting to pulse hard, hot fluid spraying out of her. Lera screamed, digging her nails into my shoulders. That sight pushed me over the edge. I pulled out and knelt over her.

"Open your mouth, doll."

She obediently parted her lips. The first thick rope of cum hit her tongue, the second splashed across her cheek, the third landed on her tits. I came for a long time, painting her face and tits with white streaks. Lera caught the cum with her tongue, smiling.

When it was over, we were both breathing heavy. The train kept clattering its wheels. Lera ran a finger across her chest, gathered a drop of cum, and licked it off, staring into my eyes.

"You know..." she said hoarsely, "I think this doll is fully tuned up for you now. Maybe we can keep playing until morning?"

I smiled, pulled her close, and kissed her lips, salty with cum.

"Of course, doll. You're mine until sunrise."