The String Ride ( 2 )
Anal, Cum-Swallowing, HumiliationI'd been riding the subway to process for three calendar week now, but tonight's journey home was the worst, the points had failed up occupation and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finish jot to a client presentation and it had all gone wrongfulness and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get home base at 11.00.
In the carriage I could not contact the handles, but I did not take them, I was so stick there was no way to propel an inch. I could conk but no one would notice till the stroller emptied.
The train hurtled from station to post. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the gearing drew to a halt. It stopped, no effort, moment passed, the cat in front and tush were talking to each former in an eastern European oral communication, saying matter to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guy cable, building site type huge muscularity clear for all to see and their sweat wafted off them I could experience them pressed into me.
I was uncomfortable from the heat and from their obvious leering and talking about me. drip mould 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 fanny. Thomas More was said and I felt a hired man moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the heart, daring me to raise the alarm, a hired man rested on my titty, from behind the hem of my skirt raised, a mitt stroked my bare 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 crowded train, shouldn't I take the jeopardy, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.
The manus squeezed my chest, kneading it from its base to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeezing and then moves down and parapraxis inside my thong. 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 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 train again, I could ask for her help, but I gasp again and forfend my eyes.
Now they both cover me, hiding me from my fellow squashed passengers. A foot goes between my feet and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my second joint wider, easing his access into my pussy, and now he knows how a lot this is exciting me and he looks to his spouse and says something else they Laugh and my boob is squeezed and kneaded more as two digit are slipped into my soaking puss with tangible simplicity. Frigging my pussy, my legs so faint, I have to tilt against the assaulter of my bosom, 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 mortified and rosiness, but it also sends shivers of excitement through my body.
Suddenly the railroad train, lurches and at the same time the digit come out of my puss and one enters my slopped, ruck trap, the entirely thing ever to have gone up there had been my own finger, but he used my own pussy juice to ease his first appearance and as he changed holes, the hand on my breast moved down and started to manipulate my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juice lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd digit inside me, I was biting the shoulder joint of my assailant to hide my groan, but I could not hold on my pelvic girdle from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk of infection, the deficiency of controller, the guilt, the superfluity.
What the shag was happening to me, I was not one of those fair sex 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 body on a crowd caravan. Ok they had not actually fucked me so maybe it's not the"R"word.
As the caravan lurched it regained the gesture of the journey, as my clitoris was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assaulter whispered in my ear in his thick accent.
"Next station, you get off, go up stairs there is a men's elbow room, you go in, we meet you in there ”.
I was two stops away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would read deference, I would not do it.
We drew into the station, the hombre had stepped back, my intellect 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 guys, should I get back on, but I found myself at the metrical unit of the stairwell, not the one lead to the street exit, but the one leading to the men's room, footfall by step I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure prurient excitement, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my boob, I was so excited and scared.
Standing outside the men's way, no house of them, I should become back, I slowly pushed assailable the door, it was a petite way, a urinal and a cubicle and like so many public can it stank of stale piss.
This was not for me what was I cerebration, 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 foreign terminology. 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 loving cup, my breasts spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the toilet seat and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.
"sucking it slut ... wee me like you !"
Please let's not do th…"
My judgment of conviction was curtailed as my rima oris was filled with turncock. I had no option I sucked it up and down. I have not had many swain but those that I have always said I was a great cock sucker and I am a rude with as big mouth a manipulative knife and putz sucking lips. I worked his cock with my tongue before slipping him down my pharynx, my olfactory organ was touching his belly I went that deep. I don't think he had expected me to be an expert tool 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 natural language out and clobber his balls. He could barely place upright as my throat and clapper squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my head as he proceeded to jam drive my pharynx. He basically raped my pharynx and mouth, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his number. 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 hollow, which I think is the word his friend was using about me. It did not take long for his drift to rush along up and his thrusts become more erratic, until finally he pulled my face hard against his stomach and snap his cream deep into my throat holding me there as every drib was fired in. I had no option but to accept, if I had not then I would possess choked. He pulled out of my pharynx and wiped his cum and spit covered peter on my blouse, before making way for his partner.
I was lifted up turned round and bent over the stinky john bowel, his custody grabbed the train on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a parole he thrust into my soaking cunt. He was probably only around six inches long but he was duncish and it was the thickness that made me pant and sent spasms through me. Each thrust was shortly, hard and fast causing me to inhale the stench of the crapper, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it eager for each thrusting. His bridge player reached round and grabbed my boob finding my mamilla and squeezing them hard, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in orgasm. My cunt muscular tissue squeezing his hammer, but he had stamina and keep on banging in me.
He held my foreland down against the cisterna, so I could not act, barely struggle as he withdrew his rooster .. 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.
"fucking 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 headwaiter Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My titmouse had been released, but now he was pushing my psyche back, using my whisker as reigns. His testis slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn open clothing, my skirt rucked around my shank, my tits out as they dressed.
"You have missed the final stage caravan slut, get a taxi !"
A £20 distinction 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 racket, it was the door.
"You look a state love"
It was the station manager.
"Don't head if I do."
And I heard his zip being unstuck as his hand went into the diminished of my back and held me down and he slipped his cock in my pussy. 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 home, he had an too soon chemise in the morning.
He walked me out of the station, my tits barely covered and I got a taxicab from the place car ballpark. The taxi driver smiled as I paid him, it was impossible to hold my tits when exchanging the money.
Luckily my hubby 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 full phase of the moon of cum. Disgustingly this turned me on and I came with my fingers a couple of times.
This happened a class ago and I have tried to enamour that gearing a few times but never managed to fill those guy again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .