The train has resumed moving straight and with that Lin swings back into his original position. The feeling of something hard against his crotch makes him instinctively close his thighs and almost jump up! He quickly gazes down...absolutely unbelievable! Her right boot is pushed firmly against his nether region. The heel now digs harshly into the soft, fatty tissues of his thigh and the wet snow melting from the bottom of her boot is being absorbed right into the area. He can see some mud is also smudged over his pants. Oh, not only that, the reason her right foot is now so high up is because she is stepping straight down the middle of his backpack with her left, using it like a footrest and leaving some mud and a huge wet mark on it! She seems to be asleep. Should he wake her up and stop this? But she also has earphones on so unless he really says it out loud she probably won't hear anything. Honestly this is pretty embarrassing and bizarre. Lin doesn't want any other passengers to notice. Plus, even with the pain and uncomfortable feeling of melting snow on his crotch, strangely the whole situation doesn't feel so bad. In a sense it actually feels quite erotic, but why?
A good five minutes pass while Lin tries his best to look like nothing is happening. But his dick is clearly having its own thought process. It is now rock hard and trying its best to fight against the top of the stiletto boot that's torturing it. All of a sudden the light goes out as the train rolls to a stop. Soon the driver is making an announcement, "Attention, passengers. We have encountered some power issues. Unfortunately we have no immediate ways to remedy the situation. I will keep you posted as soon as possible. Please stay calm and wait while the issue is being resolved. Sorry for the inconvenience." That's just great, thought Lin. They are going to be in total darkness for awhile. At least now no one will see what is happening to him. A quick movement cuts through his thought. The woman's right boot flares up and flips his erect penis upwards. In one quick motion she catches his penis between the bottom of her boot and his abdomen. Lin feels himself tighten up. The stiletto heel from her right boot is now digging painfully into his testicles while the front sole of her boot crushes his penis mercilessly. Is she really asleep or is she doing this on purpose? With the whole car in total darkness Lin can't really see anything. All he can do is enduring the dreadful crush on his member.
If Stacy was having fun before she is now having the thrill of her life. As soon as she noticed him getting hard she changed her plan completely. Initially she just wanted to step on his things and make his pants dirty for revenge. She did not expect to sexually humiliate a stranger with her dirty boots in public. With people all around her no less! Now the lights are out she doesn't even need to contain her smile any more. With the cover of darkness and his penis caught under her boot, she is in charge. Slowly she starts to move her right boot up and down. Only a very slight and slow movement at first. He doesn't seem to pull away. The game is on! Soon she is pushing her boot hard into the man's stomach with his penis in between and grinding rhythmically. She can feel her heel mangling his balls as she moves and it's giving her such a rush of power. In the occasional silence she can hear him trying to stifle his panting and groaning. This is so much fun!
In the darkness a cellphone starts ringing loudly. The man suddenly leans in and says to her quietly in a heavy Chinese accent, "Excuse me, lady. You are stepping on me. Can you move your foot, please?" Stacy freezes. However, as a rich and empowered woman she knows how to manipulate things to her advantage. The day she lets some fresh off the boat Chinese kid with broken English tell her what to do is the day the sun rises from the West. She quickly recovers and whispers to him, "No. If you try to stop me I will say you grabbed my foot and put it there by force. We'll see how long you last in court for sexual assault before you are deported." The crowd of drunkards surrounding them seems to be completely oblivious to the exchange. The cellphone stops ringing and the man jerks back to his original position, his hands holding onto her boot in a futile attempt to stop her from renewing the onslaught. She can't really make out what his facial expression is, but hey, in this society no one believes the men, especially for something as ridiculous as this. Now that the cat is out of the bag there is no point in beating around the bush. She leans in and tugs on his shirt. He slowly leans forward again and she whispers, "crouch".
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