Linda-chan in Wonderland, Milk Rush Hour

This story is a small gift for Madame Eleanor de Beauve.

Rush hour—it's rush hour not only on the city roads with numerous traffic jams and the incessant blare of horns, but also in the subway, and even on the monorail. Once, I couldn't even imagine that this huge train could be packed to the brim with people, but that didn't last long. In the morning, it was still normally filled, so you could sit, you could stand without being jostled, but by midday... By lunchtime, something truly terrifying began, and now I was right in the thick of it. There were so many people in the car that I barely squeezed inside, and now I stood, pressed by numerous bodies, trying

not to suffocate. At least the monorail always ran very smoothly, otherwise one jolt and this whole mass would have toppled over, crushing me. But even so, it was very unpleasant, if only because my fuku was surely already wrinkled, and I kept trying to adjust my skirt, but I wasn't very successful.

I was with Madame; she was taking me to show me her workplace, but the crowd separated us right at the entrance. And now, with my microscopic height, I could only guess where she was.

— Are you here, Madame...?" I said, embarrassed.

She looked down at me with a mysterious smile, and that smile unsettled me. Had Madame planned something? Unexpectedly, she pulled a girl in a fuku out of the dense wall of people, who was very flustered by such a surprise. People pressed us from all sides, and now I stood, my face buried in her not-so-small chest.

She wasn't from our school, I could tell that for sure. I tried to look at her face, but from my position, it wasn't so easy. I only made out a beautiful little nose and dark blue hair, cut somewhat short but very stylishly. At that moment, she reminded me of someone, but I couldn't figure out who exactly.

But what is Madame doing? Could this girl be another one of Madame's slaves? But why is she acting as if she's seeing Madame for the first time? I didn't sense any submission...

— Bitch, I found a gift for you," said Madame, and I could feel her gaze.

I stood and waited, not understanding what Madame was talking about. What gift? I don't understand anything...

— Take off her panties," Madame ordered, and I heard steely notes in her voice.

Panties?! Right here in this crowd?!

— But..." I started to object, but immediately received a slap.

I don't know how Madame does it, but even if my head were encased in concrete, she would still manage to slap my face properly to instill submission. I never understood how it happens, but that's how it was, and it was the same now.

My cheek burned from the sharp slap, and fearing further punishment, I dove for the girl's skirt. Damn... So many people here... At least everyone has their backs to us, otherwise I'd have to see quite a few flies and skirts... Not thinking about flies and skirts, I lifted the girl's dark blue skirt. She immediately offered weak resistance, leaning back.

— No one's asking you, you dirty slut, whether you want this or not," Madame told her in her commanding voice.

Madame was magnificent, and the girl, not even knowing who she was dealing with, obediently fell silent, sensing that her place was not on equal footing with Madame. I couldn't see what was happening with her face, but I felt a fine tremor in her body. The main thing was, she was no longer trying to escape! Truly, Madame's voice worked flawlessly.

But I couldn't dawdle, and I set about carrying out Madame's order. It seemed to me the girl was wearing strange panties—they looked ordinary, but somehow not quite. They were white, even with a playful bow, but completely lacking any of that special something I loved. Why do people have such taste? At least a bit of lace, and it would be so much better... I slipped my fingers under the elastic of the panties and, feeling Madame's gaze on me, pulled the underwear down to her knees in one motion. Left defenseless in the middle of the overcrowded train, the girl shuddered, and the panties fell onto her uniform shoes.

All this took an instant, which then froze. I stared at the girl in shock and couldn't believe my eyes. She had a dick! Damn, it's a guy! A guy! Wait... Hold on... Where are the balls? I looked at this piece of flesh and didn't see any testicles, but behind the dick, I thought I saw something like a pussy... It's a girl... That is, a futanari... Damn...

— I caught this little bird especially for you, bitch. You know what to do," said Madame, then looked at the girl and said, "And you, you slut with a dick, won't be poking it at me anymore.

Now I looked at it differently. My thoughts circled around it, constantly plucking two ideas from the darkness: how beautiful it was, and whether it would fit inside me... Pushing them away, I gently took hold below the head and pulled back the foreskin. Reluctantly, a shiny head appeared, slick with saliva and lubricant, darkened against the skin. I pulled it back as far as I could and now gazed spellbound at this appetizing piece of flesh.

— Bon appétit..." I whispered and kissed it.

Slowly, as if reluctantly, the hot flesh entered me, depriving me of my third virginity, and from that alone, my heart pounded like crazy, and my mind had long forgotten about the people around. I was alone with this beautiful cock, and now I thought only of it. I felt it in my mouth, I tasted its flavor, and I understood that this was yet another taste of a girl. It was very pleasant, but at the same time somehow special and rough, and this excited me more and more.

I wanted it quickly, and without delay, I began sliding my lips and tongue along it. My drool dripped down it, it gleamed from it, and all I could do was moan softly. I was hungry and sucked it with all the greed and lust I was capable of. My movements were so insistent and passionate that the girl could hardly keep from moaning loudly. She swayed, looked with a vacant gaze somewhere at the ceiling, and struggled to control her heavy breathing as I caressed her treasure.

For me, this was also something phenomenal. I got so aroused that I was ready to come from the mere thought. My panties were soaked through, and heat spread throughout my body, making me especially lustful right now.

I already wanted to slip a hand into my panties to finally quench this unbearable itch in my pussy, when suddenly the girl tensed up, squeaked, and, covering her mouth, began to tremble. Before I could realize she was coming, a warm, sticky liquid gushed into my mouth. Taken by surprise, I panicked a little, nervously starting to swallow this bubbling stream, but it didn't stop and didn't stop. Filling my mouth, the cum already flowed over my lips, dripping onto the floor, running down my neck onto my uniform. I choked and sharply released the cock from my mouth, but what happened next amazed me. It didn't go soft; it remained just as hard, trembling and continuing to shower me with milky-white fluid. Cum flooded my face, fell onto my hair. This tipped the scales, and a storm of orgasm swept over my girlish body.

My mind switched off completely, and for me now, only the cock existed, which I frantically slid my hand along, squeezing out new and new streams of cum, and the raging orgasm carrying me on a wave of insane and perverse pleasure. My body no longer obeyed me; I could barely stay on my knees, rocking in these waves. I was approaching a line I didn't want to cross, but this was all I was capable of now...

With my burning pussy, I felt that the girl was experiencing not her first orgasm. In the heat of passion, she grabbed my head and began furiously fucking my mouth, desperately biting her lips. This cock roughly plunged into my mouth, and now I was just a doll on its tip. Madame's shoe still relentlessly thrust into my lustful slit, pushing me toward the peak of a third orgasm.

I came to my senses, gently pressing my cheek against the now soft but still warm cock. I still sat before the girl, but Madame's shoe was no longer inside me. I looked up and through a haze saw the exhausted girl. Shame mixed with experienced pleasure were frozen as a blush and tears on her cheeks; she didn't say a word, but I understood without words what she felt. I felt the same... Covered in sticky milk, I was the dirtiest and happiest bitch in the world.

Thank you, Madame...

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