[SS-1766] Sinful Compartment

SINFUL COMPARTMENT

I knocked on the door of the presidential compartment at the start of the 36-hour ride. The man who opened it was already half-naked. Thick chest, deep abs, white briefs stretched tight over a heavy bulge. He didn’t even try to cover up.

“You’re my attendant for the whole trip?” he asked, smiling like he already knew something I didn’t.

I nodded and tried to keep my eyes on his face. Hard when every muscle on his body looked carved and shiny under the soft lights.

The first twelve hours were pure torture. Every time I came in with food or drinks he was posing. Arms behind his head on the bed. Standing by the window flexing. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs open, just the bed covers covering his privates. He kept asking me to take pictures with his phone.

“Just a few more,” he said. “You have steady hands.”

I took them. My own hands were shaking. The train rocked side to side and every bump made his heavy cock shift inside the white fabric. I told myself I was straight. I told myself this was just a job.

Then he pulled out a thick dildo.

He didn’t even close the door all the way. He lay back, spread his legs, his cock hard leaking, and worked that fat toy into his hole while staring straight at me. Slow at first. Then deeper. Wet sounds filled the compartment. His abs clenched. Sweat ran down his chest. He moaned loud every time the train jolted and drove the dildo deeper.

Something in me snapped.

I locked the door, dropped my pants, and yanked the toy out of him. He gasped. I spit on my cock and shoved it in raw. His hole was hot and tight and already slick. The train shook hard as I started fucking him. Every bump made me slam deeper. His thick legs wrapped around my waist. His big hands gripped my back.

“Harder,” he growled. “Give me the presidential service I deserve.”

I did.

We fucked through tunnels and over bridges. I had him bent over the table, face against the window, ass up while the scenery blurred past. I had him on his back with his legs over my shoulders, watching that perfect body bounce with every thrust. Cum shot across his abs more than once. He came without touching himself just from getting railed. I filled him twice and still couldn’t stop.

By the time the train finally pulled into the last station my uniform was wrinkled, my legs were weak, and his hole was leaking my load down his thick thighs.

He looked up at me, sweaty and smiling.

"Guess I'll be taking trains for my future work trips!" Then we kissed.

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