Carrie Heffernan (Leah Remini/The King Of Queens) used to drive to work at the company she's currently a secretary at, but she and her husband Doug had been going through some rough financial difficulties so she sold her car and decided to ride the subway to work.

Carrie's a babe. Brown hair. Tight, curvy body. Perky C cup tits. Gorgeous, luscious lips that are always covered perfectly with creamy, wet lipstick. She prefers red. Because of her natural attributes, riding the subway every day to work she worried might be a little challenging. She was right.

Every day someone is rubbing up against her, touching her rather spectacular butt, and generally getting on her nerves. Carrie has a short fuse so it's been getting to her.

"Look at this bunch of losers." Carrie says to herself as she stands in the middle of the aisle and looks around, no seats are available.

Just then she feels something hard and long press against her butt. She's hoping it's an umbrella, but it's not. It grinds on her curvy rear. Carrie starts fuming, quickly turning around to yell at the pervert behind her... But there's no one. What the hell? She knows she felt what seemed like a rather large cock grinding on her ass through her skin tight beige tight that goes below her knees. It perfectly accentuates that very nice hiney of hers. That's why Carrie wears it. She doesn't mind giving her bosses a little booty show for good job security, but she realizes it has other, less wanted effects, on her subway rides.

She calms herself, still fuming, but trying to chill a little. She turns back around, still holding the hand support to steady herself on the ride. The car stops and the doors open. Passengers hurriedly get on and off. Carrie anxiously waits, looking at her watch. "Damn... another late night." She tells herself. The car takes off again and Carrie relaxes.

About one minute later... Carrie feels the same object from before grinding on her ass again. She tries to turn around and punch whoever it is, but the car is crowded now. People are shoulder to shoulder. She can't move and it's pissing her off... along with the unwanted grinding on her beautifully curvy ass.

Carrie starts to yell at the person behind her, but the car lurches before she can. It stops hard suddenly. Carrie... and everyone else... is shaken but the force of the sudden stop. She also realizes someone is roughly groping her gorgeous C cup tits... both of em. "WHAT THE..." She blurts out, but the noise of the train starting back and the lights flickering distracts everyone's attention.

Her nipples are tingling from the rough treatment. She's angry, but her rubbery nips are smiling... and hard. She looks around, not saying anything, letting the unknown molester continue to feel her up. "I'm getting more action on this fucking train than I've gotten outta Doug in the last month." Carrie tells herself.

She doesn't protest when her buttons on her red silk blouse are unbuttoned. She's not wearing a bra. Another good way Carrie has found out to ensure good job security. The rough hands reach into Carrie's blouse and start manhandling her luscious, perky jugs. They're cone shaped mounds of pure awesomeness. She gets compliments all the time on her beautiful breasts. This is the first time she's let a stranger feel her up though. Especially in public.

Carrie feels that rock hard object grinding faster on her ass as her gorgeous, tingling tits are being mauled anonymously. The stranger pinches her thick nipples very hard. She groans, almost screaming out from the hard pinching. The stranger starts rubbing her throbbing nipples between their rough fingers. The friction is overwhelming for Carrie. She heartedly moans, her head swaying lightly as she excitedly bites her sexually glistening lips.

Carrie starts rubbing her ass back against the cock grinding in her ass crack. Can she actually be thinking of getting fucked right there on that train? She was so mad just minutes earlier. Carrie doesn't care. She's horny from being neglected at home, and turned on by the taboo freakiness of being roughly groped on the subway. Her body is in heat and her pussy is pulsating, dripping with her sweet, creamy juices.

The hands leave Carrie's tits. She wonders what's up, but she continues grinding back on that long cock. She feels her skirt being slowly pulled up. This is it. Carrie knows what's next. She grins in anticipation, looking around to see if anyone is watching. No one is. They're busy doing their own thing, not paying any attention to Carrie and her gorgeous body being publicly molested.

Carrie hears a zipper. Her body tingles, trembling with excitement. She hasn't been fucked in over a month. She suddenly feels a large, rock hard cock rubbing between her thighs, slowly rubbing across her slick, vibrating labia.

She gasps as the very long dick inches it's way up her very welcoming, very wet twat. The rough hands that were on her delicious, jiggly tits return to them, squeezing them even harder than before as the random dick fucks Carrie hard and fast, throbbing relentlessly as it drills in and out, in and out. His hips slamming into her perfectly firm and round ass, taking Carrie's big dick craving pussy right there in front of everyone.

Carrie's eyes close, her tongue hangs from her mouth... and her happily abused pussy cums, squirting all over the invading, anonymous dick. It must be at least ten inches long, much bigger than her husband's small dick. Carrie smiles, the anger from earlier replaced with the sheer carnal delight of being taken by a stranger publicly.

She feels the big dick shake, then blast out its load into her pulsating pink pussy, coating her wet pink folds with thick cream, making Carrie sway and moans uncontrollably. She bites her delectable lips to keep from yelling in heated ecstasy.

Carrie breathes deep, her pussy pleasantly sore and throbbing. All of a sudden the train stops again. It's her stop. She starts to turn to thank the stranger for the nice fuck, but she feels the cock quickly slide from her pussy before she can. She pulls down her skirt and closes her blouse, then turns around and... no one is there... again. Carrie looks around curiously, not knowing what to think. It wasn't a dream. She can feel the cum dripping from her pussy.

Oh well, Carrie thinks. At least she got some good dick. Even if it was on the subway... and from a complete stranger. Carrie smiles, very much looking forward to tomorrow's ride... to and from work.