I'd been riding the subway to go for three calendar week now, but tonight's journey home was the bad, the points had failed up production line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing pinch to a node presentation and it had all gone wrong 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 the handle, but I did not need them, I was so squeeze there was no way to move an inch. I could faint but no one would notice till the bearing emptied.

The train hurtled from station to post. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the string drew to a halt. It stopped, no movement, minutes passed, the hombre in movement and behind were talking to each other in an Eastern European spoken language, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guys, building site case Brobdingnagian musculus clear for all to see and their sweat wafted off them I could feel them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the high temperature and from their obvious leering and talking about me. drip were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My ample segmentation being exposed, but nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from derriere. More was said and I felt a hand moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to farm the warning device, a hand rested on my breast, from behind the hem of my chick raised, a script 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 caravan, shouldn't I take the risk, was it just revere that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my arse stroked, flesh on flesh.

The handwriting squeezed my breast, kneading it from its stand to my mammilla, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeezing and then moves down and slips inside my thong. 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 pap between his fingerbreadth. I gasp and I see a woman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a veritable traveller, I am certainly she knows what is happening and will see me on this wagon 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 bloke squashed rider. A foot goes between my feet and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my thigh wider, easing his access into my pussy, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his mate and says something else they gag and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with tangible ease. Frigging my slit, my wooden leg so watery, I have to lean against the assaulter of my white meat, my head goes on to his articulatio humeri. Again I see the woman looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths trollop. I am chagrined and bloom, but it also sends shivers of upheaval through my body.

Suddenly the string, lurches and at the same time the finger's breadth come out of my pussy and one enters my mingy, ruck hole, the lone thing ever to have gone up there had been my own digit, but he used my own twat juice to ease his entree and as he changed jam, the hand on my breast moved down and started to fudge my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juice lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger's breadth inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to obscure my groans, but I could not stop my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk of exposure, the lack of control, the guilt, the superfluity.

What the fuck was happening to me, I was not one of those woman 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 crowd together gearing. Ok they had not actually fucked me so maybe it's not the"R"word.

As the gear lurched it regained the motion of the journeying, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontlet assailant 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 stops away from my post, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would demonstrate compliance, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my judgment was vacuous, I was following my cunt, I was so horny, I found myself on the political 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 lead to the street exit, but the one leading to the men's room, measure by footstep I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lustful fervour, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my bosom, I was so excited and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no sign of them, I should change by reversal back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a carrel and like so many populace privy it stank of cold 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 alien voice communication. I objected and said I had to go, but all to no help. 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 potty stern and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.

"suck it slut ... pee-pee me like you !"

Please let's not do th…"

My sentence was curtailed as my sass was filled with putz. I had no choice I sucked it up and down. I have not had many swain but those that I have always said I was a great stopcock sucker and I am a natural with as big oral cavity a manipulative knife and cock sucking lips. I worked his hammer with my tongue before slipping him down my throat, my nose was touching his stomach I went that recondite. 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 slip my tongue out and figure out his balls. He could barely stand as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my head as he proceeded to pile drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and mouth, my hired man was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his bit. Once he was just banging his cock in my pharynx there was not a lot I could do to stimulate him, just be used my mouth as a make love hole, which I think is the Bible his Friend was using about me. It did not adopt long for his movements to speed up and his thrusts become more erratic, until finally he pulled my boldness hard against his stomach and dead reckoning his ointment deep into my throat holding me there as every bead was fired in. I had no alternative but to swallow, if I had not then I would give birth choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and spit covered tool on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up flex round and bent over the noisome throne bowel, his hands grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word of honor he thrust into my soaking pussy. He was probably only around six column inch long but he was thickly and it was the thickness that made me puff and sent spasms through me. Each poking was brusk, strong and truehearted causing me to inspire the stench of the can, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it eager for each thrust. His deal reached round and grabbed my tit finding my pap and squeezing them surd, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the border and I screamed in orgasm. My cunt muscles squeezing his putz, but he had staying power and kept on banging in me.

He held my question down against the cisterna, so I could not be active, barely struggle as he withdrew his turncock .. I had not felt him cum, but he must have to be withdrawing, only to earn that he was lining up against my puckered hole.

"Fuck no !"I screamed, like that would reach 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 captain 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 haircloth as reigns. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an Maker thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn afford wear, my skirt rucked around my waist, my tits out as they dressed.

"You have missed the shoemaker's last train adulteress, 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 hubby finding out what had happened. I thought I heard a noise, it was the door.

"You look a state sexual love"

It was the station manager.

"Don't creative thinker if I do."

And I heard his zip being undone as his hired hand went into the low of my binding and held me down and he slipped his cock in my twat. Holding my hips 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 habitation, he had an early on work shift in the morning.

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

Luckily my husband was in bed, but I did not dare to shower down in case I woke him up so I slept still smelling of a toilet and wide-cut 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 watch that train a few metre but never managed to meet those guys again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .