The woman sitting next to me on the train dozes off. Its late in the evening and we had a dinner party at work. A group of co-workers went home travelling part of the way together and we're the last two remaining on this train. I have to go to the final stop on this line and Jennifer, a co-worker from a different department I only knew from a distance before tonight, told me she's going to see a guy she's been having a crush on since quite a while. In her slightly intoxicated condition she decided to go to him tonight and declare her crush to him. He doesn't know she's coming but she's convinced he will respond well to her action. She would never dare do this when sober but somehow got it into her head this is a brilliant idea when drunk and then drank some more to build up her courage. I tried talking her out of it and go home to sleep it off but she's adamant.

As Jennifer dozes off, I realise she hasn't told me which stop she has to get off the train. Worse still, she slumps sideways, snuggles up to me in her inebriated state, lays her head on my shoulder and starts snoring. I'm so tired, I can't keep my eyes open and when the train conductor wakes us, Jennifer is still snuggled up against me. She takes a while to understand who I am and where she is. She's not capable of much more. She has no idea where she's going but one thing is irrefutable. This is the end of the line, we're on the last train of the day, she's going nowhere else tonight.

She has to get off the train and stands on the platform, staggering on her feet, no inkling what to do. I see no other solution than to take her home with me. Its cold outside, below freezing, which is not helping much to activate her. Jennifer's hardly capable of walking but we manage to reach my apartment without further damage. I left the heating on and as we enter and she takes off her coat, the sudden change in temperature makes her involuntarily puke all over herself. She's in a deplorable state. I clean up my hallway and she spontaneously removes her most affected clothes. She giggles as piece by piece all her clothing gets thrown into my washing machine. Blouse, shirt, pants, shoes and socks are all soaked. She's not wearing a bra so all that's left are her minute panties.

She has a lean muscular body, small breasts, toned belly and a firm ass. Her long black hair decorated with small remains of her dinner perfectly matches her general appearance of misery. I shove her into the shower, throw a towel after her and wait what happens next. When she appears again she's done well. She's clean, presentable, hair clean and combed with her panties dry and not even worn backwards.

Jennifer is still giggly and flirty with me, "you're so nice, I love you, let's fuck".

I tell her no.

"At least let me see your cock, I want to touch it". I have to stop her when she tries to take off her panties in an invitation for me to fill her up as she calls it.

I show her where she can sleep, where I will be, where the toilet is and put her to bed in my spare room. Again she mumbles she wants to fuck me and tries to squeeze my crotch. I have to push her down on the bed and manage to take a last good look at her gorgeous body while covering it with bedsheets. She's asleep before her head hits the pillow.

When I wake up in the morning I'm not alone. Jennifer is lying in my bed, we're spooning and she is fast asleep. Her perky, stiffened nipples poke in my back and she has one arm wrapped around me. I check and discover to my relief that her panties and my boxers are still where I would expect them. I guess nothing happened between us during the night that I now cannot remember.

I get up, empty the washing machine and hang Jennifer's clothes out to dry. Looking outside I notice it's snowing heavily. There's already a thick layer on the streets. Looks like we're housebound for the day. I get back into the bed next to Jennifer, take a peek below the sheets and watch her in admiration. She's really hot, I certainly wouldn't mind some play with her when she's sober. Lucky guy she was going to see. She snugs up to me again and sleeps on, head on my chest and one leg across mine. Even in this semi-conscious state she tries to slip one hand down my boxers so I have to push it away.

Eventually she wakes up, looks around in amazement, complains about a splitting headache and then slowly begins to realise she's lying in a strange bed, almost naked, with a co-worker she only really met yesterday. "Did we fuck? Why are my panties still on? Didn't you like me?", these are her first questions. "We didn't fuck, but you were very persistent until you passed out", I reply. She's not surprised. It's happened before, she tells me, wondering why I stopped her. According to her, most guys wouldn't think twice given the chance to fuck her.

I fill in the blanks in her memory, tell her I don't fuck drunk women because I prefer to make a lasting impression. She relaxes and I offer to make breakfast which she declines. Pressing her body against mine she starts caressing my crotch, "I'm fully conscious now if you want to impress me". I ask her about the guy she wanted to see, her crush, to which she replies that he wouldn't object. She wants us to have fun together but first cure her headache. I get up to get her a glass of water. When I return, Jennifer is standing by the window looking at the snow outside, her amazing profile silhouetted against the outside world. I sit on the bed and admire this view.

She returns, drinks the water and lies down. She expects the headache to subside soon and wants me to hold her tight. The snow is piling up outside, no way she can travel home shortly. After a while she tells me her headache is gone and she still wants me to fuck her. For now I decline the offer saying we should at least get to know each other a little bit better first. She says there's no better way than a steamy hot fuck, which I doubt.

Jennifer's next move takes me fully by surprise: "you know what happens if I cry out now, don't you? When I call emergency services, say you took me here against my will, robbed me of my clothes, refuse to return them to me and tried to have your way with me?" She pulls off her panties, giving me my first view of her pussy sporting a lushy but well-kept bush, and rips them apart, "see how violent you were? Everyone will believe me, no matter what you say so you'd better be a good guy now and do as I tell you. Got it?". She grabs my phone from the bedside table and selects the emergency number, "I will press 'call' if you're not out of those boxers immediately. Step to the window, look outside and take them off...... NOW".

Fighting over that phone will only make matters worse. Besides, I can't deny she intrigues me and this situation is turning me on in an unexpected way. Do I see a twinkle in her eye behind the stern look? I choose to obey and take off my boxers facing my bedroom window. Behind me I hear her put down the phone: "there's a good guy now. Do as I tell you and you will enjoy it, otherwise..... you're fucked. Now grab your cock and stroke it, show the outside world what you've got, but no cumming". Here I am, in my own bedroom in front of my window looking out, rubbing my growing cock in full view. I don't think any one is outside in this weather to maybe look up and see me but it still adds a sense of tension and arousal.

After a while she steps up behind me and wraps one hand around my hard shaft, using the other hand to grab my balls. She strokes my cock a few more times before whispering in my ear: "that's how I like it, hot and stiff. Now put your hands behind your back, wrists crossed, and don't move. Look outside and imagine your hot throbbing cock sliding into my pussy, burning with desire. You may call me mistress from now on and you will answer when ordered. What do you say now?" I reply "yes, mistress" and do as I was told. She ties my wrists together. I guess she's using the belt from my pants.

"Turn around" she orders and drops on her knees, her face inches away from the swollen tip of my cock. I look down on her small tits, the nipples rock hard and swollen. She grabs my cock and starts jerking me off, looking up at me. "You like this? Want to fuck me now, do you? Well you had your chance, now it's mine". With two hands on my shaft she squeezes a drop of precum from my tip and eagerly laps it up. "You taste delicious, hope there's more where that came from". My heartbeat quickens as I desperately want her to suck my throbbing cock, take it deep down her throat. Will she make me blow my thick load straight in her face? I lean forward but she stops me when my tip almost touches her lips. "I told you to imagine your cock sliding into my pussy, not to try getting a blowjob", she jerks my cock one more time, painfully pinches my balls "you save that load, keep it warm for me" and lets go of me to get up. Imagine this woman unexpectedly showing up at your doorstep late at night, forcing herself onto you like this in a semi-drunk state. Her 'crush' probably dodged a bullet there.

"Now get on your knees". She stands in front of me with her legs apart and steps closer, "eat me and make me feel happy with you. Do it slow and make me enjoy it, make me dripping or else...". "Yes mistress", there's nothing else for me than to press my face against her lushy bush and use my tongue to spread her lips. I lick her pussy up and down a couple of times, tongue flat, before proceeding with a more pointed tongue, lapping upwards between her lips searching for her clit. Lucky for me it's quite pronounced and swells to more than average size under my touch. Sucking her feels good so it's no punishment to please her. I'm obviously doing well as she starts moaning and whimpering, "oh yess, that's nice, little bit higher, yeah, suck it, oh yess, that's it. Not so fast, yesssss, don't change, you're a good guy now". She's dripping wet by now and my face is covered with her sweet tasting juices.

With her hands on my head, Jennifer forcefully pushes her pussy in my face and starts grinding. Her moaning quickly increases, her breathing quickens and I can feel her heartbeat through her throbbing clit. Suddenly, she grabs my hair and pulls my head away, heavily panting. "Not yet, sooo close. Fuck, I want it. You, get up now" . I get up and we're standing opposite each other in front of the window. A steady cloud of snowflakes comes down, the world outside turned white. There's nobody on the street who might look up and see us. I wonder what my neighbours would think. Me with my hands tied behind my back, naked with a strange woman, also naked.

Jennifer uses the free end of my belt as a leash and drags me to the bed. "Lie down on your back, don't move while I loosen your wrists. I'm going to fuck you while you take care of my tits. You make my nipples double in size at least. Don't hold back, pinch them, pull them, I want to feel the pain. You know what's at stake if you don't". "Yes mistress, I will please you mistress". She smiles at me. Would she guess that I'm enjoying this? How will she fuck, rough or slow? Will she makes me cum? "You're not to cum until I give you permission". Wow, is she a mindreader? "Yes mistress, I won't come mistress". We both know she's in control and I'm not.

She climbs on top of me, straddles my hips and slowly lowers her body on me, letting her slick pussy envelop my cock. My heart starts pounding as I go deeper and she gasps for air. "Nice and thick, that's what I want." She starts humping slowly, moaning as she increases speed while I pinch her nipples, squeeze her flat breasts and make her scream with pleasure. Her eyes start tearing as she cries out "that's it, go on, fuck, fuck, FUCK". She's getting so wet I can hardly feel her on my cock until suddenly she tightens her muscles. If she goes on like this I'm not sure how long I will last. Her humping goes faster, rougher, as she tightens and releases her pelvic muscles slamming down on me with her full body weight. She utters wild cries now, totally lost in ecstasy. I feel her body convulsing, her pussy starts rhythmically contracting as she drops down on me, writhing, "hold me close, I'm cumming". I guessed as much and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight while the waves of her climax roll through her body. She lies on top of me, panting, tears running down her cheeks, completely spent. She doesn't let go of me for a long time.

When she regains her breath she looks at me with a bright smile, "you just found out I like role play and sexual dominance. No hard feelings? I have two confessions to make. One, I was never going to make that phone call and two, the 'guy' I was going to see, the one I have a crush on, was you all along. I wanted you badly but was afraid you wouldn't like me". We cuddle and she starts stroking my still erect cock. "You were wonderful. I want to suck you empty now, drain your balls, make you cum like no one ever did before. That is, unless you want a complete second round fucking me to pieces. It's your choice now".

A quick suck or handjob is not what's on my mind now, I want to pay her back in style so I suggest we have a bite first. It's still snowing, we're not going anywhere soon. I think there's enough time to fully explore both options. I want us to enjoy the next play to the max.