I'd been riding the underground to crop for three calendar week now, but tonight's journey home was the worst, the spot had failed up line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing touches to a client display and it had all gone incorrect 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 out the grip, but I did not involve them, I was so wedge there was no way to be active an in. I could conk but no one would mark till the equipage emptied.

The gearing hurtled from station to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the wagon train drew to a halt. It stopped, no movement, moment passed, the guys in strawman and behind were talking to each other in an Eastern European language, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each former. They were big guys, building site case immense brawn clear for all to see and their fret wafted off them I could feel them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the heat energy and from their obvious leering and talking about me. dripping were running down my cheek, my blouse sticking to me. My ample cleavage being exposed, but aught made me feel more uncomfortable than the friction against my ass from behind. 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 deal rested on my breast, from behind the hem of my wench raised, a hand stroked my nude buttock. I wanted to say something but the eyes of him in strawman told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowded power train, shouldn't I take the risk, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my boob being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my knocker, kneading it from its nucleotide to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeezing and then moves down and teddy inside my thong. Hoping he does not agnize 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 boob, squeezing my teat between his fingers. I gasp and I see a charwoman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a regular traveler, I am sure she knows what is happening and will see me on this gear again, I could ask for her help, but I gasp again and forefend my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my bloke squashed passenger. A foot goes between my feet and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my second joint wider, easing his accession into my cunt, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his mate and says something else they Laugh and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with tangible simpleness. Frigging my pussy, my legs so weakly, I have to lean against the assailant of my breasts, my head goes on to his shoulder. Again I see the fair sex looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths adulteress. I am stymie and blush, but it also sends shivers of excitement through my body.

Suddenly the train, lurches and at the Sami time the fingerbreadth come out of my pussy and one enters my tight, cockle mess, the only thing ever to have gone up there had been my own finger, but he used my own pussy juice to comfort his submission and as he changed golf hole, the script on my tit moved down and started to manipulate my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juices lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd fingerbreadth inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my aggressor to hide my groans, but I could not check my hip joint from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the lack of control, the guilty conscience, the embarrassment.

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

As the geartrain lurched it regained the motion of the journey, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assaulter whispered in my ear in his thick accent.

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

I was two blockage away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would show obligingness, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my mind was blank, I was following my cunt, I was so horny, I found myself on the platform, in the crew, I could it see the two guys, should I get back on, but I found myself at the foot of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street outlet, but the one leading to the men's room, footfall by measure I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lusty exhilaration, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my breasts, I was so excited and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no sign of them, I should flex back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a cubicle and like so many populace toilets it stank of moth-eaten piss.

This was not for me what was I cerebration, but as I turned to go away my two"Quaker '' has caught up and they just lifted me and took me inside the urinal. They were talking to each early 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 bosom spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the toilet seat and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.

"suction it slut ... make me like you !"

Please let's not do th…"

My prison term was curtailed as my backtalk was filled with stopcock. I had no selection I sucked it up and down. I have not had many beau but those that I have always said I was a great putz fool and I am a natural with as big mouth a manipulative clapper and pecker sucking sass. I worked his cock with my spit before slipping him down my throat, my olfactory organ was touching his belly I went that mysterious. I don't think he had expected me to be an expert cock mug, I don't really look colly, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my pharynx I was still able-bodied to slip my spit out and work out his orb. He could barely tolerate as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my head as he proceeded to mob take my throat. He basically raped my pharynx and rima oris, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his admirer waited his play. Once he was just banging his cock in my throat there was not a lot I could do to get him, just be used my mouth as a fuck golf hole, which I think is the word his friend was using about me. It did not take long for his movements to race up and his thrusts become more planetary, until finally he pulled my expression hard against his stomach and jibe his ointment deep into my pharynx holding me there as every fall was fired in. I had no choice but to unsay, if I had not then I would have choked. He pulled out of my pharynx and wiped his cum and tongue covered cock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up turned round and bent over the foul-smelling commode bowel, his hands grabbed the bowed stringed instrument on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a password he thrust into my soaking puss. He was probably only around six inches long but he was deep and it was the thickness that made me puff and sent muscle spasm through me. Each thrust was shortstop, hard and fast causing me to inhale the stench of the toilet, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it tidal bore for each thrust. His hired man reached rung and grabbed my tit finding my nipples and squeezing them hard, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in climax. My pussy muscles squeezing his rooster, but he had stamina and kept on banging in me.

He held my head down against the cistern, so I could not motivate, barely conflict as he withdrew his prick .. I had not felt him cum, but he must have to be withdrawing, only to actualize that he was lining up against my crumple hole.

"Fuck no !"I screamed, like that would spend a penny any difference as my anal cherry was lost. I was tight and only slightly lubricated .. It fucking hurt and generated another orgasm and still he kept going thrusting punishing and fast. As Captain Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My tit had been released, but now he was pushing my head back, using my haircloth as reigns. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in lacerate undecided wearable, my bird rucked around my waist, my pap out as they dressed.

"You have missed the last train slut, get a taxicab !"

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

"You look a commonwealth dear"

It was the station manager.

"Don't judgment if I do."

And I heard his zip being loosen as his hand went into the little of my back and held me down and he slipped his peter in my twat. Holding my hips he thrust into me and I gyrated back, I came again.

It did not take him long to derive, as he said he had to get abode, he had an early shift in the morning.

He walked me out of the post, my tits barely covered and I got a cab from the post car car park. The taxi driver smiled as I paid him, it was impossible to have got my knocker when exchanging the money.

Luckily my married man was in bed, but I did not dare to shower in case I woke him up so I slept still smelling of a gutter and to the full of cum. Disgustingly this turned me on and I came with my fingers a couple of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to overhear that wagon train a few times but never managed to meet those cat again .. They had changed my animation and I wanted more .