Ann Takamaki played on her phone idly as she rode a crowded subway car. Cellphones (and technology in general) had been a complete mystery to Ann at first, but hanging around Queen Futaba helped. The bespectacled girl was really knowledgeable, even if Queen Futaba was always more interested in fondling Ann's tits than she was at teaching her anything.
While she headed to Mementos, Ann was playing some ecchi match-three game that Futaba had downloaded for her. Beside the box of sparkling jewels, there was an anime girl on the screen. The nearly naked girl let out charmingly sexual moans every time Ann successfully matched three symbols. Ann couldn't help but grin as she managed a multi-hit combo that made the girl's moans sound positively orgasmic.
If one of her rulers was here, they would doubtlessly have told Ann to turn the volume on the game down. But none of them were here, so Ann was free to draw as much attention to herself as she wished. She had certainly dressed for that.
A crimson crop top that showed off her navel piercing, a daringly short black miniskirt, and 5-inch black pumps completed Ann's springtime look. Needless to say, she wasn't wearing underwear of any kind. Why deprive interested onlookers of the sight of Ann's generous tits bouncing underneath her top as she walked? And what did she care if anyone happened to catch a glimpse of her bare pussy? Ann liked being the center of attention, after all.
The feel of a man's hand creeping up the back of her skirt made Ann pause. A groper? Ann wasn't surprised. The more crowded the subway car, the more likely it was that someone would cop a feel. Ann decided to allow the man to do what he wanted and returned her attention to her phone. More than likely, he wouldn't try to push his luck too much farther than a grope or two.
But that seemed not to be the case. The man's hand rose beneath Ann's skirt until he was cupping her ass. Ann smiled and popped her hip out slightly, so the man could get a better feel. Ann wanted the man, whoever he was, to enjoy himself to the fullest. It was good that he didn't have the same hang-ups around sex that most humans seemed to.
What Ann didn't expect, however, was for another man to sidle in front of her. The guy didn't look like anything special to Ann's eyes: a thirty-something salaryman with dark hair who doubtlessly rode the subway day in and day out. But he was tall, and not bad-looking.
"Nice to see you again, beautiful. You haven't taken this route in a week or two, have you?" The man asked, just loudly enough to be heard over the sound of the subway car's motion.
Ann blinked once, never having seen this man before. Apparently, he (and his buddy) had noticed her, however. She made the quick decision to put her phone away in her tiny purse, then set her purse on the ground. Ann had a sixth sense about these kinds of things and knew immediately that she wasn't going to need her phone for the rest of the ride. That being done, Ann grinned and looked up into the man's eyes, holding his gaze confidently.
"Been watching me, huh? I don't suppose you have the guts to actually do something this time?" Ann said coolly as she ran a finger through one of her blonde twintails, taunting him just a bit.
The man's gaze flicked over to his comrade's, then he nodded. The next thing Ann knew, the hand that had been cupping her ass slid around her hips until it was resting against her pussy. Ann let out a quiet moan at the sensation, her pussy responding instantly to contact. She squeezed her thighs around his hand instinctively. Ann's body, as always, was primed for sex.
"Little slut. Walking around in that getup. You wanted this to happen. Admit it." The man in front of her ordered, grabbing the bottom edge of Ann's crop top.
"I...I did." Ann whispered back hungrily, her eyes filled with arousal.
The man pulled Ann's crimson top up until her tits were exposed. Ann gulped in sheer excitement, her heart pounding. There she was, in a crowded subway car, with her tits out for anyone to see. Now, Ann had no problem with being naked. Even in front of a crowd of strangers. But humans tended to have an issue with it, and Ann had been living among humans for months now. Perhaps she had begun internalizing some of their attitudes about nudity.
Thankfully, the two men who were enjoying Ann's body shielded her somewhat from view, and most of the subway riders had their attention completely on their phones anyway. But still, some of them had to be looking at her right now. That knowledge was enough to ensure that Ann's nipples, in complete view of anyone who wanted to see them, were as hard as diamonds. Her pussy was dripping as well, as the man currently rubbing it couldn't help but realize.
The salaryman in front of her wasted no time before reaching out to pinch Ann's nipples. Hard. Ann let out a louder moan than before as her nipples were subjected to the cruel attention of his rough fingers. When he began to twist them ever so slightly, Ann opened her mouth to let out a noise that was instantly silenced by the man's lips. He began kissing her in a similarly rough fashion. Ann felt his tongue at her lips and instinctively opened her mouth to let it inside.
As incredible as the twin sensations emanating from her mouth and nipples were, Ann's attention was focused more on the way her pussy was being rubbed. Just squeezing her thighs around the man's hand wasn't enough for her. Ann began bucking her hips against his hand, trying, however she could, to gain as much pleasure as possible.
So it was very, very disappointing to Ann when the man withdrew (with some slight difficulty) his hand. The very next moment, however, Ann could hear the barely recognizable sound of pants being unzipped. Was he actually going to fuck her? Ann couldn't believe her luck, if so.
The man behind her settled his hands on either side of Ann's hips. At the same time, the salaryman in front of Ann released one of her aching nipples and wrapped an arm around her back. He pulled Ann closer, while the man behind her held her in place by the hips. This forced Ann to bend forward until she was at an angle. The salaryman refused to stop kissing her, however, so Ann had to crane her neck up slightly to maintain the intense kiss.
"Spread your legs. Now." The man behind Ann growled, punctuating his statement with a slap to her thigh.
Ann obeyed instantly, only too glad to comply. The next thing she knew, the man had flipped up her black miniskirt, exposing her pussy and ass to everyone around them. Ann didn't have much time to appreciate that fact before she could feel his hardened cock at the entrance to her pussy. The excitement Ann felt at being nude in public was almost instantly overwritten by the knowledge that she was seconds away from being fucked in a subway car.
Ann let out a sensual gasp that was instantly swallowed up as the man behind her inserted his cock into her dripping pussy. Ann's pussy, the most central and important part of her body (in Ann's opinion, anyway) rejoiced at the feel of a large cock filling it. As soon as the man had put every inch of his cock inside her, Ann's instincts took over completely. She began squeezing her pussy around his cock, desperate for every iota of heady pleasure she could get.
This was where Ann was happiest. This was what she was meant to do; being fucked, hard and rough, by whoever wished to partake of her body. From the very moment she had taken the form of Ann Takamaki in the Metaverse, Ann's purpose was abundantly clear. Entering reality had changed nothing for her in that regard. Sex was always going to be the focus of Ann's world, regardless of where she was.
The men who were fucking her likely cared nothing about her emotional satisfaction, but Ann was filled with indescribable gratitude for them anyway. The only way to show that gratitude was to give them the best fuck of their lives, and Ann was well on her way to doing exactly that. As soon as the man began fucking her in earnest, Ann met every thrust with a forceful rocking of her own hips.
"Damn. Her pussy is fantastic." The man behind her said disbelievingly, despite the proof being right in front of him.
Ann could see the salaryman's eyes narrow slightly even as his tongue continued to explore her mouth. Doubtlessly, he wanted to experience Ann's pussy for himself and was irritated that he couldn't at the moment. Perhaps that was why he gave Ann's nipples an extra twist with his fingers. The painful, but still erotic, sensation only managed to add to Ann's pleasure.
Ann was completely lost to the world. Other subway riders could be watching her, or even recording her on their phones (a distinct possibility), but Ann wouldn't have cared in the slightest. All that mattered was the fact that Ann could feel a wonderful climax approaching, one that promised to leave her wiped out completely.
"What a slut. What a complete slut." The man growled, still pounding her from behind.
The word slut (along with its equally popular cousin, whore) was frequently tossed Ann's way, sometimes even by her rulers. Didn't they realize that Ann wasn't operating under the stilted rules that human women (for some reason) chose to labor under? Well, of course, these men didn't. They had no idea that the girl they were fucking was a cognition that had gained human form by happenstance. But still, Ann bore the title proudly, even if it was rarely intended as a compliment.
Time lost all meaning to Ann as her climax approached, the sensations emanating from her pussy becoming more and more overwhelming with each thrust she received. Ann began moaning loudly as her pussy quickly became the center of her existence. The climax that was bearing down on her was bending every single one of Ann's thoughts, like some irresistible gravitational force, to focus on her pussy. Her pussy. Her pussy!
With a shriek that was easily muffled by the salaryman's lips, Ann came frightfully hard. Any and all abstract thoughts were wiped clean from her mind as an absolutely overwhelming pleasure took hold of her. Ann's pussy spasmed continuously, every one of which sent a jolt of pleasure all the way down to her toes, and all the way up to the top of her head.
Ann was distantly aware that the man was cumming inside her as well. His cock couldn't possibly hold out for long, not when the silky tightness of the pussy that enveloped it was augmented by constant spasms. The overwhelming feel of which had turned Ann's legs to jelly. Thankfully, Ann had these two men to hold her up. That enabled Ann's (very limited) mental bandwidth to focus on the hot, lightly pleasurable feel of the man cumming inside her.
Ann didn't know how long it took for her to recover, but eventually, she was able to open her eyes and regain some form of intelligent thought. The salaryman had stopped kissing her, but he was still holding her steady. Ann looked down blankly and saw that her tits were still out. She was too tired at the moment to pull her top down, however.
More pressing was the fact that the man behind her was just starting to pull his rapidly softening cock out of her. Ann's pussy still felt oddly full, and after a moment, she realized it was because the man had deposited quite a load of cum in her. Had the man enjoyed her pussy so much that he had put an extra-large load in there? The idle thought made Ann smile warmly.
"You know, we usually keep the girl's panties. But you're not wearing any, so..." The salaryman began with a laugh.
Ann laughed along with the man. She pulled her crimson top down and straightened her back, allowing her miniskirt to fall back down. Now that her pussy wasn't pushing all other thoughts out of her mind, she was aware of her aching nipples and stiff body. Being fucked at that kind of angle wasn't so easy on her, after all.
"I'd offer you my top or my skirt, but I have to meet my friends at the next station. So how about my phone number?" Ann suggested flirtatiously, fluttering her mascara-lengthed eyelashes attractively at him.
They certainly weren't going to say no to that. Ann gave her phone number to both men, already looking forward to future encounters with them. A glance around at the subway car told Ann that plenty of the passengers were aware of what had happened in front of them. Few would meet Ann's gaze, however. Ann shrugged internally. Some humans had the most ridiculous hang-ups when it came to sex.
The ride only lasted a few minutes longer, which gave Ann time to open her purse and fix her makeup a little. She would still need to go to one of the bathrooms in the station. The cum that the man had deposited into her was slowly sliding down Ann's inner thighs, despite her efforts at keeping her legs tightly together.
It was only when Ann left the subway car, having waved goodbye to the two men, that she realized that she probably shouldn't mention this to her rulers. They were unlikely to view Ann's experience in the same positive light as she did. Queen Makoto, in particular, might want to track the two men down.
Ann hurried to the nearby bathroom, her black pumps clacking on the concrete ground all the way. She decided to explain her lateness to the meetup at Mementos by saying she had simply gotten turned around in the subway. That would work. It wasn't like Ann's rulers had the highest opinion of her intelligence.
As Ann entered a bathroom stall and began cleaning herself up, her mind returned to the outline of her previous plan. Just because Ann was so frequently focused on sex did not mean that she couldn't come up with a halfway decent idea. If this worked, her rulers would have to accept Ann's existence from now on.
Ann couldn't help but smile at the prospect.