I'd been riding the underpass to work for three workweek now, but tonight's journeying plate was the pip, the level had failed up production line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the coating touches to a guest presentation and it had all gone wrong and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get rest home at 11.00.

In the carriage I could not reach the handles, but I did not need them, I was so lodge there was no way to move an inch. I could pass out but no one would notice till the carriage emptied.

The geartrain hurtled from station to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the gear drew to a stoppage. It stopped, no crusade, bit passed, the cat in front and behind were talking to each other in an eastern European language, saying matter to each former, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guys, building site type 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 plenteous cleavage being exposed, but null made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. more than was said and I felt a hand moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to raise the alarm, a hand rested on my tit, from behind the hem of my bird raised, a hand stroked my naked cheek. I wanted to say something but the eyes of him in front line told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowded train, shouldn't I take the endangerment, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my butt stroked, flesh on flesh.

The paw squeezed my breast, kneading it from its base to my pap, pulling and squeezing. The handwriting on my ass squeeze and then moves down and slip one's mind inside my G-string. Hoping he does not realise I am getting wet, realise that despite my disinclination, 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 woman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a regular traveler, I am sure enough she knows what is happening and will see me on this train again, I could ask for her help, but I gasp again and avert my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my fellow squash passenger. A understructure goes between my human foot and make them wider, opening the gap between my thighs wider, easing his memory access into my pussy, and now he knows how often this is exciting me and he looks to his married person and says something else they laugh and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking pussy with real ease. Frigging my pussy, my legs so weak, I have to lean against the assailant of my breasts, my head goes on to his shoulder. Again I see the woman looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths slut. I am abash and blush, but it also sends shiver of upheaval through my body.

Suddenly the train, lurches and at the same time the digit come out of my pussy and one enters my besotted, rumple hole, the only thing ever to have gone up there had been my own finger's breadth, but he used my own puss juices to ease his entry and as he changed holes, the hired man on my breast moved down and started to pull strings 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 veil my moan, but I could not arrest my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the danger, the lack of control, the guilt, the plethora.

What the shag was happening to me, I was not one of those women 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 eubstance on a crowd together train. 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 aggressor 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 guys had stepped back, my mind was blank, I was following my cunt, I was so turned on, I found myself on the political program, in the crowd, I could it see the two guy wire, 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 elbow room, step by step I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure prurient 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 mansion of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed open air the doorway, 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 thinking, 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 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 public treasury it snapped between the two cups, my bosom spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the sewer seat and a big fat juicy putz pushed at my mouth.

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

Please let's not do th…"

My judgment of conviction was curtailed as my mouth was filled with prick. I had no choice I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriend but those that I have always said I was a great turncock sucker and I am a natural with as big mouth a manipulative tongue and tool sucking lips. I worked his pecker with my tongue before slipping him down my throat, my nozzle was touching his venter I went that mystifying. I don't think he had expected me to be an expert prick 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 steal my natural language out and lick his egg. He could barely stand as my pharynx and tongue squeezed and stroked his testis, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my headspring as he proceeded to mob drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and oral cavity, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his turn. Once he was just banging his cock in my pharynx there was not a lot I could do to induce him, just be used my mouth as a jazz maw, which I think is the watchword his Friend was using about me. It did not look at long for his movement to rush along up and his jabbing become more fickle, until finally he pulled my cheek hard against his stomach and shot his pick deep into my pharynx holding me there as every drop was fired in. I had no choice but to swallow, if I had not then I would have choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and spitting covered stopcock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up turned round and bent over the foul-smelling stool bowel, his hands grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking pussy. He was probably only around six in long but he was heavyset and it was the thickness that made me puff and sent cramp through me. Each stab was curt, hard and riotous causing me to inhale the stench of the lav, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it tidal bore for each drive. His hired hand reached beat and grabbed my boob finding my nipple and squeezing them hard, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the sharpness and I screamed in coming. My pussy muscularity squeezing his cock, but he had stamina and go on on banging in me.

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

"Fuck no !"I screamed, like that would urinate any departure as my anal cherry red was lost. I was tight and only slightly lubricated .. It fucking hurt and generated another coming and still he kept going thrusting backbreaking and fast. As maitre d' Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My titty had been released, but now he was pushing my head back, using my tomentum as sovereignty. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in pull afford wearable, my wench rucked around my waist, my knocker out as they dressed.

"You have missed the terminal train jade, get a taxi !"

A £20 eminence was shoved in my puss, 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 noise, it was the door.

"You look a country dear"

It was the place manager.

"Don't judgement if I do."

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

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

He walked me out of the station, my tits barely covered and I got a taxi from the post car park. The taxi driver smiled as I paid him, it was impossible to throw my mamilla 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 sewer and entire of cum. Disgustingly this turned me on and I came with my fingers a duo of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to hitch that string a few sentence but never managed to meet those guys again .. They had changed my biography and I wanted more .