First Time Express Part 10: Ninya

This time, we all went into the next railroad car. Of course, we were all naked, including myself. There was always that cold feeling of hitting the outside air as we traveled between train cars.

In this car, there was a library with four shelves of books. As the naked ladies all walked in between the shelves, Hoyle asked me to stay behind.

"Mr. Hanover, I wanted to give you a heads up on what you will see."

"I think my heads already up, actually."

I was referring to the boner that I still had since what they did in the last room. I said this joke loud enough so the beautiful ladies heard me as they left the room.

Hoyle was not amused. "Thomas, there are rules in this car, just like the others."

"Oh yeah," I said, "I'm sure there are things that I can't do just yet."

"Correct. But this room is all about doing what you're told."

"That makes sense, and I'm guessing that there is a limit to what she will tell me."

"Yes. But you will want to obey her when she asks you to touch her in the one place that you haven't felt yet."

"You mean... I get to touch..."

"Yes, her vagina. After this, you may touch it all on her, and the rest of us, with your hands, with permission. However, at this point, we cannot touch all of you, particularly your penis. Your penis and her vagina may not join at this time. Is that clear?"

"Very."

"Good. Now, are you familiar with hypnotism?"

"Uh, is that like a thing that exist? Like someone can just put you in a trance and you have to do everything they say?"

"You're about find out when you meet Mistress Ninya."

"Mistress? Is she like a mentalist magician or something?"

"Actually," said Hoyle as she walked to the exit, "she's a librarian."

I followed her out, and asked: "So is she here already?"

I passed in between two tables, and I noticed that there was someone at one of the tables. Her face was blocked by a book, but she put the book down and put her finger to her lips.

"Shhhh," she said.

Hoyle smiled at me, and left, closing the door behind her.

"Mr. Hanover, I am Mistress Ninya. Please sit your naked body down at the chair at the opposite table."

"Okay."

I obeyed her instructions, wondering why she emphasized that I was naked. She was wearing clothes, and her outfit was a tight blouse that had many buttons, and her skirt was very short as well. I admired her high-heeled shoes, and she also had a pocket watch that she held by its gold chain.

She got up the moment I had sat down. She had thick glasses, and her hair was very much tied up.

She waved the watch in front of me, making it move like a pendulum. "You are getting very sleepy, Mr. Hanover."

"Getting? I've actually been pretty tired since... I mean, yes, mistress."

I changed my tone because she looked pretty angry with my first response, but her face then lightened up by the time I finished my second response.

"Good," she said, as she walked over to the table, standing before it.

"When I snap my fingers, you will be completely under my control, and will have to do everything that I say until I snap my fingers again. Do you understand?"

I tried to have the blankest look on my face, but ended up cracking up.

"Sorry. Yes, mistress."

Mistress Ninya snapped her fingers, and I sat in attention.

She then turned around and raised her skirt, and I could see the thong she was wearing underneath. It was a brief view of her sexy buttocks, and she sat down on the table so her back was facing me.

"Come around and remove my shoes, Mr. Hanover."

I got up and walked around, and tried to be as much of a zombie as possible. At first I put my arms in front of me, perpendicular to my legs, but this felt like too much. I eventually just settled for walking as slowly and stoically as possible.

I knelt before her, and as I removed her first high-heeled shoe, she patted me on the head like I was a good little doggy. If I had a tail, I would have wagged it. As it was, I wagged this stiffened the tail that I had in front of me.

I removed the shoes and presented them to her, and she put them on the table, one on one side, and one on the other.

"Now, remove my stockings."

I reached up under her skirt and found the place where the garment ended and the naked leg began. I like the feeling of getting my finger in between flesh and the stocking. Unlike the shoes, I pulled the stockings down at the same time.

I presented them to her, and she discarded them to the side, not giving them the care and attention of her shoes.

She unexpectedly shifted off the desk and put her bare feet down on the floor.

"Stand in attention."

I did, and my cock was definitely in attention as well. It wanted to be more erect, but it kept bumping up against Mistress Ninya's skirt.

"On my right side is a zipper. Please use it and pull my skirt down."

I looked around her on her left side at first, realizing she meant her right side. I found the zipper and pulled it down, and the skirt then split enough so it fell to the floor.

Not knowing what to do, I left the skirt on the floor and stood in attention. I took a little step back so my cock wouldn't touch her front, but then she commanded:

"Poke me, where my underwear covers my vagina."

I took my fingers and poked that area. I quickly realized that she was probably referring to my cock poking her down there, but if she did, she didn't correct me. Instead, she closed her eyes and just kind of took in the pleasurable sensation of the touches.

"Faster," she declared.

I increased my poking speed. I could tell that she was enjoying it, but she wasn't really saying that she did. I kept this going, and thought it might be easier to do this on my knees.

"Faster," she exclaimed.

When I did another speed increase, she leaned backwards, with her thonged ass resting on the table behind her. I wanted to take another peek at it, but didn't think it was appropriate as that would take me away from poking her.

"Faster," she said again.

At this point, I was about to wear myself out, and I had the feeling that she was tensing up, as she put her full weight of her ass on the table as she sat and lifted her feet from the ground.

Did she want me to make her come like this? Could she?

"Enough," she said, and then stood up.

I felt the need to rise up before her. My cock was at quite an angle now, and she looked down and noticed.

"All right, Mr. Hanover, I want you to do two things at once now. The first: I want you to poke me, but not with your fingers, but your cock, but do it slowly. The second: With each poke, unbutton one of my buttons. Begin now. Poke."

I leaned forward and grabbed a button with her hands, quickly unbuttoning it as my cock collided with her thong front.

"Again," she said.

I did the same thing, but this time, it wasn't clumsy.

"Again," she said... well, again.

By the time I got to the twelfth button, her blouse was completely open. I was more significantly aroused as well.

"Remove my blouse."

She raised up her arms and I was able to get my arms on both sides of her and lift it off. I held it close as I could see her bra that held wonderful tits that I wanted to free.

I folded up the blouse and set it on the table behind her, next to one of her shoes.

I was surprised that she turned to meet me, and the table was now on our left side.

"Remove my glasses."

I used both hands to carefully remove her glasses, and folded them up to put them on the table.

"Remove my hair clips."

There were actually quite a few clips that I had to remove, and she didn't seem to mind as hair seemed to fall on around her in a mess.

I think I must have pulled out eight in total, and while I was going to look for another, she shook her head, and her hair flew all around her, and then settled into falling naturally at her shoulders. When she shook herself off, she had her ass facing the table again, and I took my place standing before her again.

My dick increased its angle by at least 20 degrees with that. I think she noticed and tried to hide her smile.

For about a minute, she looked at me, and I think she just wanted to see how my cock was hardening as I viewed her nearly naked body.

"Mistress Ninya, may I request..."

"Silence," she said, scaring me a little, "you may unhook my bra, it unhooks in the back."

She made no attempt to turn around, so I reached around her, and found the clasps, and unhooked it. As I brought the bra in front of her, I saw her tits drop a little, and my dick rose a lot. The nipples were already quite hard.

"Drop the bra, Mr. Hanover, and feel my tits."

"Gladly. I mean... yes, Mistress Ninya."

Once the bra hit the floor, I felt those tits all over, with the hard nipples tickling my palms. I circled each one, feeling like a conductor as I moved my hands around.

"More. I want you to feel them. Poke me with your cock as you do so."

I was glad to do that, and I wasn't certain how I could touch them more than I already had. I really tried to act like I was polishing them, and she didn't seem to mind how I would bounce them. I didn't mind seeing them bounce with each poke.

"Suck my nipples, Mr. Hanover. Do it hard."

"Yes, Mistress Ninya."

If she hadn't asked me to, I would have done that myself. Needless to say, I tried to swallow her boobs, and when I couldn't do that, I sucked on the nipple as if I could get milk from it. I flicked them with my tongue as my hands moved her big titties up and down, left and right.

"Take a step back."

I did, but before I released her tits. I realized she wanted me to do that after, but I waited for the next order.

She knelt before me, which was odd, because I thought she was the mistress. She then grabbed her tits from the respective sides and said:

"Slap your dick on my tits, Mr. Hanover."

I remembered what Octava had asked me to do in the last car, so took my hard dick, pinched it on the base, and then used my cock to slap those wonderful mounds. I did that for a while until she said:

"Hold still, Mr. Hanover."

Ninya then took her tits and put them on side of my cock. She moved her waist, and I moved mine.

It was more titty fucking like the last time, but here was the thing: she did not quit. She just kept going, and I just couldn't come. The muscles in my legs were just not getting taut enough, and even though I was feeling that tickle within that signals an upcoming squirt, I couldn't get to that level of release.

I probably could have interrupted her, as she was torturing me with pleasure.

"Enough," she said at last, and then took a step back as she stood up.

She then turned toward the table, leaning forward so her ass stuck out.

"Spank my ass, with your cock."

I really was using my hard dick to whack her, and she didn't seem to mind if I did it as hard as I could. At certain times, my cock would slide on her naked cheeks, and I wanted to just keep it there and rub it until I came, assuming that I could do it from a standing position, which didn't seem possible at this point.

"Stop," she said, "I'm about to give you a very specific order."

"Yes, Mistress Ninya."

"I want you to pull down my thong... not yet, it has to be in a specific way, so listen. Start by pulling it down at the waist, and as your fingers work their way down, move them into my crack."

What she was asking was what I wanted to do with Fouranny a few railroad cars ago. In fact, I bent a rule in doing so, as I was instructed not to go under the thong. Fouranny was the one that pulled it down the last time, but this time, it was me, and I was prepared to go deeper than last time.

Now, she was asking me to do that, and I was going very deep in the crack as I continued down. My fingertips touched her asshole, and even though I knew how bad it smelled and what comes out of it, it felt good to me. I wondered if I could put my fingers up it, but unless she ordered that, I continued downward.

Eventually, I got to the end of her buttocks, and by that time, her thong fell to the floor.

Mistress Ninya then turned around, kicking her thong away. I saw her fully nude from the front for the first time. She then went to the table, and lay down on it. The chair supported her head, and she spread her legs as wide as she could, lifting them up to rest on the table.

She then asked me to do what was the task for this particular railroad car.

"Make me come, Mr. Hanover. Touch my pussy, anywhere you want."

At last, I could touch a woman's cunt without any cloth in the way. I started by feeling her pubic hair with my hands, and pushing on it and reveling in its texture. It was a mix of rough wool and smooth velvet at the same time.

I think she was loving the touch, and so I worked my way down until I felt her clit. It was a tender little knob between my finger and thumb, and I treated it like I would treat my own balls: gently.

She liked what I was doing with that, and so I worked my way down further, and found the opening that I longed to stick my dick in, but was glad I could put my finger within it. I took my index finger and spun it around the entrance, and she seemed to enjoy that a little. I then stuck it in a little, followed by a lot.

It felt so warm and comfortable, and very wet within that wonderful pussy. From there, I had one finger in while the others were out, and I was fondling it as best as I could. I decided to switch to my middle finger, and then used my knuckles to press down on her.

I kept going, touching everything thing and area that I could, areas that I didn't know the names for. I can't even remember what I did, but she said: "Right there, right there, right there. Keep going, keep going, don't stop, don't stop!"

Her moans got louder and had more pleasure in them, and then very rapid as she came. Since my finger was in her, I could feel her pussy pulse around me.

It was very good. I think the best part was when I slowly withdrew, and then casually smelled my finger. It was somehow sweaty and sweet at the same time. I kind of didn't want to stop smelling it after that.

Once the wave of pleasure had passed over Mistress Ninya, she looked at my cock.

"You've got to deflate that, don't you?"

"Yeah, I don't think I should wait until I finish the task in the next railroad car, even if it will make it harder, I mean, more difficult to do..."

"I thought you were going to come when I was titty fucking you, but you never did."

"I probably could, if I wasn't standing. I would have to be lying down..."

"Okay."

I was surprised that she pulled my hand down, clearly wanting me to lay down on the floor.

"Are you sure that you want to do all the work here?"

"May I remind you that you are still under my hypnotic control? I haven't snapped my fingers yet."

I had forgotten that I was supposed to act like I was on some kind of hypnotic spell. I then laid on the floor, and she grabbed a book off the table for a pillow for my head.

As she worked my dick with her tits, it felt good, and I wanted to come so badly, but I just could not find the muscles to flex.

The door opened, and naked Hoyle and all the other nude ladies flooded in.

"I take it he did you well," Hoyle asked Ninya.

"Yes, but he needs to come, badly," Ninya responded.

"Thomas," said Hoyle, "spread out your arms."

I wondered why she asked me to spread out my arms, but since they were not doing anything, I acquiesced.

I'm glad I did, as Ace E sat on my left hand and Two-Lina sat on my right.

"You are right-handed?" Two-Lina asked.

I nodded. I then realized that I had full hand access to these women's vaginas. I pointed my middle finger upward, and Ace E and Two-Lina made certain to put their vaginas on my fingers. As I was in them, they were quite wet and I fiddled with their clits.

I don't think they could have orgasms from the squatting position they were in, but Treyla and Fouranny then took their place. I saw that lines had formed on both sides of me.

Cinco and Sixsa were next, followed by Septra and Octava. Each time, their pussies felt so good, and I was getting the muscles required to come.

Ace E and Two-Lina took another turn, but this time, I think Ace E might have had an actual orgasm, and Fouranny took her place. Two-Lina was not giving up her place to save her life, and I think she came as well.

There was apparently another line behind Ninya, as Hoyle stepped up with her massive tits, along with some lotion.

Hoyle then had my dick hidden within her tits, so deep that I couldn't see it.

While more of these ladies put their pussies in my hands, they put their tits in my face.

It was so much that I could not help but be aroused. I think I would have come if the world was on fire, and it most certainly felt like it did.

"I'm gonna come!" I yelled, and the ladies cheered. I actually didn't come right away, as it took a little more work to get there.

When I finally came, Hoyle did not let go with her tits. Instead, she squeezed them together harder. I think this made the opening in my dick smaller, and so I squirted farther. I didn't even see me squirt, I just saw my semen erupt from her cleavage.

Some got on her face, and the other girls laughed.

"Hoyle," said Cinco, "I believe he's got a few more cars to go before he can be comin' in ya face like that."

"True," said Hoyle, "can someone get me a hanky?"

Someone found a hanky for Hoyle, and she wiped herself off. After the others helped me to my feet, it was time for the next car.