The Gearing Ride ( 2 )


Anal, Cum-Swallowing, Humiliation
I'd been riding the subway to work for three weeks now, but tonight's journey home base was the big, the detail had failed up railway line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing touches to a client intro and it had all gone damage and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get home at 11.00.

In the pram I could not make the hold, but I did not necessitate them, I was so wedged there was no way to move an inch. I could conk but no one would notice till the bearing emptied.

The power train hurtled from station to post. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the train drew to a halt. It stopped, no effort, minute passed, the guy cable in battlefront and nates were talking to each early in an Eastern European spoken language, saying thing to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guys, building website character immense sinew clear for all to see and their sweat wafted off them I could find them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the heating and from their obvious leering and talking about me. Drips were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My sizeable cleavage being exposed, but nothing made me find more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. More was said and I felt a paw moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the centre, daring me to raise the alert, a deal rested on my knocker, from behind the hem of my chick raised, a hand stroked my nude buttock. I wanted to say something but the eyes of him in movement told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowd train, shouldn't I take the risk, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my chest being held, my butt stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my breast, kneading it from its base to my mammilla, pulling and squeezing. The handwriting on my ass squeezing and then moves down and slips inside my thong. Hoping he does not bring in 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 tit between his fingers. I gasp and I see a woman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a regular traveller, I am sure she knows what is happening and will see me on this railroad train again, I could ask for her help, but I gasp again and ward off my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my fella squashed passengers. A ft goes between my metrical unit and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my thigh wider, easing his access into my kitty-cat, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his Ilex paraguariensis and says something else they joke and my bosom is squeezed and kneaded more as two digit are slipped into my soaking cunt with real informality. Frigging my pussy, my legs so weak, I have to lean against the assaulter of my breasts, my head goes on to his shoulder. Again I see the cleaning woman looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths slut. I am block and blush, but it also sends shudder of upheaval through my body.

Suddenly the train, lunge and at the same meter the fingers come out of my pussy and one enters my pissed, rumple hole, the only thing ever to have gone up there had been my own finger, but he used my own pussy succus to still his entry and as he changed holes, the hand on my boob moved down and started to manipulate my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juices lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the articulatio humeri of my aggressor to hide my groans, but I could not break off my rose hip from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk of infection, the lack of ascendance, the guilt trip, the embarrassment.

What the fuck was happening to me, I was not one of those womanhood that fantasised about being raped, I hated the concept, there is no way I would delight it, yet here I am enjoying a non-consensual use of my dead body on a crowd together caravan. Ok they had not actually fucked me so maybe it's not the"R"word.

As the train lurched it regained the motion of the journey, as my clitoris was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontlet assaulter whispered in my ear in his midst 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 stops away from my post, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would show compliancy, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the hombre had stepped back, my thinker was dummy, I was following my twat, I was so horny, I found myself on the platform, in the crowd, I could it see the two guys, should I get back on, but I found myself at the metrical unit of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street exit, but the one leadership to the men's room, measure by dance step I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lustful upheaval, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my bosom, I was so emotional and scared.

Standing outside the men's way, no sign of them, I should twist back, I slowly pushed unresolved the door, it was a midget way, a urinal and a booth and like so many populace john it stank of stale piss.

This was not for me what was I thought, but as I turned to go away my two"friends '' has caught up and they just lifted me and took me inside the urinal. They were talking to each other in a alien 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 cupful, my breasts spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the crapper hindquarters and a big fat juicy shaft pushed at my mouth.

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

Please let's not do th…"

My sentence was curtailed as my mouth was filled with stopcock. I had no choice I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriends but those that I have always said I was a great rooster all-day sucker and I am a lifelike with as big rima oris a manipulative tongue and cock sucking lip. I worked his dick with my clapper before slipping him down my throat, 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 dirty, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still able to slue my knife out and lick his balls. He could barely stand as my throat and lingua squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my tomentum and holding my head as he proceeded to mob crusade my throat. He basically raped my pharynx and rima oris, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his bend. 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 backtalk as a fuck gob, which I think is the word his supporter was using about me. It did not take long for his movements to hasten up and his drive become more mercurial, until finally he pulled my face hard against his tummy and jibe his cream deep into my throat holding me there as every drop was fired in. I had no choice but to bury, if I had not then I would have choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and saliva covered shaft on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up release round and bent over the smelly sewer bowel, his men grabbed the string on my flip-flop and pulled until it broke and without a discussion he thrust into my soaking slit. He was probably only around six inches long but he was duncical and it was the thickness that made me gasp and sent spasms through me. Each jab was short, unvoiced and fast causing me to breathe in the mephitis of the potty, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it eager for each stab. His hands reached one shot and grabbed my breasts finding my mammilla and squeezing them hard, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the boundary and I screamed in sexual climax. My pussy muscles squeezing his cock, but he had toughness and kept on battering in me.

He held my head down against the cisterna, so I could not make a motion, barely battle as he withdrew his cock .. I had not felt him cum, but he must have to be withdrawing, only to realise that he was lining up against my ruck hole.

"Fuck no !"I screamed, like that would make 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 hard and fast. As senior pilot Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My tits had been released, but now he was pushing my head back, using my hair as reigns. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an Divine jab he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn open clothing, my bird rucked around my waistline, my tits out as they dressed.

"You have missed the last wagon train loose woman, get a taxi !"

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

"You look a United States Department of State sexual love"

It was the post manager.

"Don't mind if I do."

And I heard his zip being undone as his deal went into the lowly of my back and held me down and he slipped his dick in my pussy. Holding my pelvic girdle he thrust into me and I gyrated back, I came again.

It did not take him long to descend, as he said he had to get home, he had an other shifting in the morning.

He walked me out of the station, my tits barely covered and I got a hack from the place car Park. The taxi number one wood smiled as I paid him, it was impossible to hold my tits when exchanging the money.

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

This happened a twelvemonth ago and I have tried to catch that train a few times but never managed to run into those guy again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .
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