I'd been riding the subway to work for three weeks now, but tonight's journey home was the worst, the level had failed up crinkle and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing touches to a client demonstration and it had all gone wrong and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get home at 11.00.

In the carriage I could not reach the handles, but I did not need them, I was so wedged there was no way to motivate an inch. I could faint but no one would acknowledge till the baby buggy emptied.

The string hurtled from post to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the train drew to a stay. It stopped, no movement, minutes passed, the guys in front and seat were talking to each early in an eastern European language, saying matter to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guys, building web site types huge muscle clear for all to see and their sweat wafted off them I could feel them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the rut and from their obvious leering and talking about me. Drips were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My ample segmentation being exposed, but nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from tush. More was said and I felt a hired man moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to raise the alarm, a hand rested on my titty, from behind the hem of my skirt raised, a manus stroked my raw buttock. I wanted to say something but the centre of him in strawman told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowded gear, shouldn't I take the endangerment, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my breast, kneading it from its theme to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The paw on my ass squeezing and then moves down and slips inside my thong. Hoping he does not realise I am getting wet, realise that despite my reluctance, I am excited by this attention.

My blouse is untucked from my shirt and he pushes up into my bra, cupping my dope, squeezing my nipple between his fingerbreadth. I gasp and I see a woman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a veritable traveller, I am sure she knows what is happening and will see me on this string again, I could ask for her help, but I gasp again and debar my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my fellow squeeze passengers. A foot goes between my feet and shuffling them wider, opening the gap between my second joint wider, easing his entree into my pussy, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his teammate and says something else they Laugh and my bosom is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with tangible rest. Frigging my pussy, my legs so weak, I have to incline against the assaulter of my white meat, my head teacher goes on to his shoulder joint. Again I see the cleaning lady looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths slattern. I am embarrassed and blush, but it also sends shivers of fervor through my body.

Suddenly the train, lurches and at the same prison term the fingers come out of my slit and one enters my tight, rumple hole, the only thing ever to have gone up there had been my own digit, but he used my own pussy juice to comfort his unveiling and as he changed holes, the deal on my breast moved down and started to pull wires my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juices lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to hide my groans, but I could not block off my rosehip from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the lack of control, the guilt, the plethora.

What the nooky was happening to me, I was not one of those cleaning woman that fantasised about being raped, I hated the concept, there is no way I would relish it, yet here I am enjoying a non-consensual use of my trunk on a push train. Ok they had not actually fucked me so maybe it's not the"R"word.

As the train lurched it regained the gesture of the journey, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal attacker whispered in my ear in his midst accent.

"Next post, you get off, go up stairs there is a men's room, you go in, we meet you in there ”.

I was two stay away from my post, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would show abidance, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my mind was blank shell, I was following my slit, I was so hornlike, I found myself on the platform, in the crowd, I could it see the two cat, should I get back on, but I found myself at the animal foot of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street way out, but the one lead to the men's room, tone by footstep I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lascivious excitement, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my breasts, I was so stir and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no sign of them, I should grow back, I slowly pushed open the doorway, it was a tiny elbow room, a urinal and a carrel and like so many public toilets it stank of stale piss.

This was not for me what was I thinking, but as I turned to go away my two"ally '' has caught up and they just lifted me and took me inside the urinal. They were talking to each other in a foreign language. I objected and said I had to go, but all to no avail. My blouse had been opened and my bra was grabbed and pulled till it snapped between the two cups, my boob spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the toilet seat and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.

"Suck it slut ... induce me like you !"

Please let's not do th…"

My conviction was curtailed as my mouthpiece was filled with cock. I had no pick I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriends but those that I have always said I was a corking cock sucker and I am a innate with as big mouth a manipulative natural language and hammer sucking rim. I worked his tool with my lingua before slipping him down my pharynx, my nose was touching his belly I went that deep. I don't think he had expected me to be an expert cock sucker, I don't really look sordid, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still able to slip my tongue out and lick his balls. He could barely stand as my throat and lingua squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my nous as he proceeded to pile ram my throat. He basically raped my pharynx and mouthpiece, my bridge player was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his admirer waited his turn. Once he was just banging his cock in my throat there was not a lot I could do to stimulate him, just be used my mouth as a fuck hole, which I think is the countersign his acquaintance was using about me. It did not withdraw long for his movements to belt along up and his thrusts become more erratic, until finally he pulled my side hard against his abdomen and shot his ointment deep into my throat holding me there as every bead was fired in. I had no choice but to swallow, if I had not then I would sustain choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and spit covered peter on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up turned round and bent over the stinking lavatory bowel, his hands grabbed the drawstring on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking pussycat. He was probably only around six inches long but he was thick and it was the thickness that made me heave and sent spasms through me. Each thrust was brusk, hard and fast causing me to inspire the stench of the lav, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it eager for each thrust. His manpower reached daily round and grabbed my breasts finding my nipples and squeezing them heavily, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the border and I screamed in climax. My pussy heftiness squeezing his cock, but he had toughness and kept on banging in me.

He held my foreland down against the cistern, so I could not move, barely struggle as he withdrew his turncock .. I had not felt him cum, but he must have to be withdrawing, only to pull in that he was lining up against my puckered hole.

"roll in the hay no !"I screamed, like that would make any difference as my anal cherry red was lost. I was tight and only slightly lubricated .. It fucking hurt and generated another climax and still he kept going thrusting knockout and fast. As maitre d' Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My mamilla had been released, but now he was pushing my heading back, using my whisker as reign. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an Jehovah thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in buck unfastened wearable, my skirt rucked around my waistline, my titty out as they dressed.

"You have missed the lastly train slut, get a taxi !"

A £20 bill was shoved in my pussy, I reached back and took it as they left. I lay there getting my breathing place back, aching and wondering how I would get to bed without my married man finding out what had happened. I thought I heard a noise, it was the door.

"You look a state dear"

It was the station manager.

"Don't mind if I do."

And I heard his zip being untie as his hand went into the minuscule of my rear and held me down and he slipped his cock in my pussy. Holding my hip joint he thrust into me and I gyrated back, I came again.

It did not take him long to number, as he said he had to get home, he had an early shimmy in the morning.

He walked me out of the post, my pap barely covered and I got a taxicab from the station car park. The hack driver smiled as I paid him, it was impossible to maintain my bosom when exchanging the money.

Luckily my husband was in bed, but I did not dare to shower in causa I woke him up so I slept still smelling of a toilet and full moon of cum. Disgustingly this turned me on and I came with my fingers a twain of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to catch that train a few prison term but never managed to meet those Guy again .. They had changed my spirit and I wanted more .