I'd been riding the subway to work for three weeks now, but tonight's journey home was the speculative, the points had failed up lineage and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing touch to a guest presentation and it had all gone awry and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get home at 11.00.

In the bearing I could not reach the grip, but I did not involve them, I was so squeeze there was no way to proceed an inch. I could faint but no one would notice till the carriage emptied.

The geartrain hurtled from station to place. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the power train drew to a halt. It stopped, no movement, minutes passed, the guys in social movement and behind were talking to each other in an Eastern European speech, saying affair to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guy, building site types Brobdingnagian muscles clear for all to see and their sweat wafted off them I could feel them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the heat and from their obvious leering and talking about me. Drips were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My ample cleavage being exposed, but aught made me feel more uncomfortable than the detrition against my ass from fundament. More was said and I felt a paw moving up my venter, I was looked straight in the center, daring me to raise the warning device, a handwriting rested on my bosom, from behind the hem of my wench raised, a hand stroked my naked buttock. I wanted to say something but the eyes of him in front told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowded train, shouldn't I take the risk, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my bosom being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my white meat, kneading it from its understructure to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeezing and then moves down and slips inside my flip-flop. 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 boob, squeezing my nipple between his finger. I gasp and I see a char looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a steady traveler, 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 avert my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my lad squashed passengers. A foot goes between my feet and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my second joint wider, easing his admission into my kitty, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his fellow and says something else they Laugh and my tit is squeezed and kneaded more as two finger's breadth are slipped into my soaking cunt with genuine ease. Frigging my pussy, my legs so weak, I have to lean against the assaulter of my breast, my head goes on to his articulatio humeri. Again I see the womanhood looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths slut. I am embarrassed and flush, but it also sends tremble of fervour through my body.

Suddenly the train, stagger and at the same time the fingers come out of my slit and one enters my tight, ruck maw, the only thing ever to give birth gone up there had been my own finger's breadth, but he used my own pussy juices to comfort his entree and as he changed holes, the deal on my tit moved down and started to cook my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own succus lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd digit inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to shroud my moan, but I could not stop over my rosehip from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the lack of ascendancy, the guilt, the plethora.

What the fuck was happening to me, I was not one of those women that fantasised about being raped, I hated the conception, there is no way I would enjoy it, yet here I am enjoying a non-consensual use of my body on a crowded gear. 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 clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assaulter whispered in my ear in his midst accent.

"Next place, 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 place, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would record conformity, 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 crowd, I could it see the two bozo, should I get back on, but I found myself at the pes of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street exit, but the one leading to the men's elbow room, tone by stride I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lustful excitement, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my breasts, I was so wind up and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no sign of the zodiac of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a cubicle and like so many public john it stank of stale piss.

This was not for me what was I intellection, 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 strange linguistic process. I objected and said I had to go, but all to no service. 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 toilet seat and a big fat juicy rooster pushed at my mouth.

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

Please let's not do th…"

My sentence was curtailed as my mouth was filled with pecker. I had no selection I sucked it up and down. I have not had many swain but those that I have always said I was a great cock lollipop and I am a raw with as big mouth a manipulative tongue and cock sucking rim. I worked his shaft with my tongue before slipping him down my pharynx, my nozzle was touching his belly I went that rich. I don't think he had expected me to be an adept putz mark, I don't really look soil, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still capable to slue my lingua out and lap his orchis. He could barely stick out as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his clump, he groaned, before grabbing my tomentum and holding my head as he proceeded to throng drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and rima oris, my hand was between my leg and pleasuring me, while his champion waited his turn. Once he was just banging his prick in my throat there was not a lot I could do to stimulate 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 strike long for his bm to quicken up and his stab become more wandering, until finally he pulled my face hard against his belly and shot his cream deep into my throat holding me there as every drop was fired in. I had no selection but to swallow up, if I had not then I would throw choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and saliva covered cock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up turned round and bent-grass over the lousy toilet bowel, his hands grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a countersign he thrust into my soaking pussy. He was probably only around six inches long but he was fatheaded and it was the thickness that made me puff and sent spasm through me. Each thrust was short, hard and fast causing me to inhale the stench of the privy, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it eagre for each thrust. His hands reached round and grabbed my boob finding my pap and squeezing them heavy, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in coming. My pussy muscles squeezing his cock, but he had toughness and kept on banging in me.

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

"screw no !"I screamed, like that would lay down any difference as my anal retentive cherry was lost. I was tight and only slightly lubricated .. It fucking hurt and generated another sexual climax and still he kept going thrusting hard and fast. As captain Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My mammilla had been released, but now he was pushing my nous back, using my pilus as reign. His globe slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an Lord thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in deplumate assailable clothing, my skirt rucked around my shank, my titmouse out as they dressed.

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

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 married man finding out what had happened. I thought I heard a dissonance, it was the door.

"You look a state love"

It was the station manager.

"Don't brain if I do."

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

It did not accept him long to arrive, as he said he had to get home, he had an former sack in the morning.

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

Luckily my married man was in bed, but I did not dare to shower in event 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 digit a span of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to grab that railroad train a few multiplication but never managed to meet those guy rope again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .