I'd been riding the subway to play for three hebdomad now, but tonight's journey home plate was the forged, the points had failed up line of merchandise and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing touches to a guest presentation and it had all gone faulty and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get home at 11.00.

In the equipage I could not arrive at the handles, but I did not need them, I was so wedged there was no way to affect an inch. I could faint but no one would notice till the carriage emptied.

The train hurtled from place to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the geartrain drew to a halt. It stopped, no bowel movement, minute passed, the guy cable in front and behind were talking to each other in an Eastern European nomenclature, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each former. They were big guys, building site type huge musculus 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. trickle were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My ample cleavage being exposed, but nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. Thomas More was said and I felt a mitt moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the oculus, daring me to invoke the alarm, a paw rested on my tit, from behind the hem of my dame raised, a hand stroked my naked buttock. I wanted to say something but the eyes of him in forepart told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowded train, shouldn't I take the danger, was it just venerate that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my derriere stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my breast, kneading it from its base to my teat, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeezing and then moves down and slips inside my lash. Hoping he does not realise I am getting wet, realise that despite my hesitation, 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 mamilla between his finger's breadth. I gasp and I see a cleaning 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 gear again, I could ask for her assistant, but I gasp again and ward off my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my fellow squashed rider. A foot goes between my infantry and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my thigh wider, easing his admittance into my pussycat, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his mate and says something else they joke and my knocker is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with real relief. Frigging my pussy, my legs so fallible, I have to incline against the assaulter of my breasts, my mind goes on to his shoulder. Again I see the charwoman looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths trollop. I am mortified and rosiness, but it also sends shivers of excitement through my body.

Suddenly the string, lurches and at the Lapp time the finger come out of my pussy and one enters my tight, cockle trap, the entirely matter ever to have gone up there had been my own finger's breadth, but he used my own pussy succus to ease his entryway and as he changed holes, the script on my breast 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 attacker to hide my moan, but I could not break off my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the deficiency of control, the guilt, the plethora.

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

As the railroad train lurched it regained the motility of the journeying, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal aggressor 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 stopover away from my place, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would show compliance, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my creative thinker was blank, I was following my bitch, I was so horny, I found myself on the political platform, in the crowd, I could it see the two guy rope, should I get back on, but I found myself at the foot of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street exit, but the one leadership to the men's way, footstep by step I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lustful agitation, 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 mark of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed overt the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a cubicle and like so many public toilets it stank of stale piss.

This was not for me what was I intellection, 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 voice communication. 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 public treasury it snapped between the two cupful, my titty spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the toilet behind and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.

"suck it slut ... pass water me like you !"

Please let's not do th…"

My sentence was curtailed as my mouth was filled with tool. I had no option I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriend but those that I have always said I was a great cock sucker and I am a cancel with as big backtalk a manipulative tongue and cock sucking lips. I worked his stopcock with my tongue before slipping him down my throat, my nose was touching his stomach I went that deep. I don't think he had expected me to be an adept 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 slip my tongue out and lick his balls. He could barely endure as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my pilus and holding my head as he proceeded to pack movement my throat. He basically raped my pharynx and mouth, my bridge player was between my pegleg and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his turn. Once he was just banging his putz in my throat there was not a lot I could do to make him, just be used my mouth as a do it hollow, which I think is the word his friend was using about me. It did not take long for his campaign to speed up and his poking become more quicksilver, until finally he pulled my face hard against his breadbasket and dead reckoning his cream deep into my throat holding me there as every drop was fired in. I had no choice but to swallow, if I had not then I would throw choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and spit covered cock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up plough round and knack over the stinking toilet gut, his paw grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking pussycat. He was probably only around six in long but he was thick and it was the heaviness that made me pant and sent spasms through me. Each thrust was scant, hard and fast causing me to inhale the stench of the toilet, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it aegir for each thrust. His handwriting reached unit of ammunition and grabbed my titty finding my pap and squeezing them unvoiced, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in orgasm. My pussy sinew squeezing his cock, but he had toughness and kept on banging in me.

He held my drumhead down against the cisterna, so I could not move, barely conflict as he withdrew his putz .. I had not felt him cum, but he must have to be withdrawing, only to substantiate that he was lining up against my puckered hole.

"Fuck no !"I screamed, like that would make any remainder as my anal retentive cherry was lost. I was tight and only slightly lubricated .. It fucking hurt and generated another climax and still he kept going thrusting firmly and fast. As Captain Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My breast had been released, but now he was pushing my head back, using my hair's-breadth as reigns. His lump slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty drive he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn undefendable clothing, my skirt rucked around my waist, my pap out as they dressed.

"You have missed the in conclusion gearing slut, get a taxi !"

A £20 note 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 noise, it was the door.

"You look a state love"

It was the station manager.

"Don't mind if I do."

And I heard his zip being undone as his hand went into the small of my vertebral column and held me down and he slipped his stopcock in my snatch. Holding my hips he thrust into me and I gyrated back, I came again.

It did not carry him long to come, as he said he had to get base, he had an early shift in the morning.

He walked me out of the post, my teat barely covered and I got a taxi from the post car commons. The taxi driver smiled as I paid him, it was impossible to view as my mamilla when exchanging the money.

Luckily my hubby 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 full of cum. Disgustingly this turned me on and I came with my finger a couple of times.

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