I'd been riding the subway to work for three workweek now, but tonight's journey abode was the worst, the points had failed up line 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 wrong and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get nursing home at 11.00.

In the carriage I could not gain the handles, but I did not need them, I was so wedge there was no way to move an in. I could conk but no one would notice till the perambulator emptied.

The geartrain hurtled from station to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the train drew to a freeze. It stopped, no movement, minutes passed, the guys in front end and behind were talking to each other in an easterly European language, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big Guy, building site types immense muscleman 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. drip were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My ample cleavage being exposed, but nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the friction against my ass from behind. More was said and I felt a manus moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to raise the alarm, a hand rested on my white meat, from behind the hem of my skirt raised, a hand stroked my raw cheek. 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 push gear, shouldn't I take the risk of infection, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my breast, kneading it from its infrastructure to my pap, pulling and squeezing. The mitt 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 nipple between his fingers. I gasp and I see a fair sex looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a fixture 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 avoid my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my confrere squashed rider. A foundation goes between my base and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my thighs wider, easing his access into my pussy, and now he knows how very much this is exciting me and he looks to his mate and says something else they laugh and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two finger's breadth are slipped into my soaking cunt with real ease. Frigging my twat, my peg so sapless, I have to angle against the assailant of my breast, my oral sex goes on to his shoulder. Again I see the adult female looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths slut. I am block and blush, but it also sends chill of hullabaloo through my body.

Suddenly the train, lurches and at the same clip the finger come out of my twat and one enters my tight, puckered hole, the sole thing ever to have got gone up there had been my own digit, but he used my own pussy juices to still his entrance and as he changed holes, the hired man on my titty moved down and started to manipulate my clitoris, stroking and pinching. As my own juices lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my assaulter to veil my groan, but I could not discontinue my rosehip from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk of exposure, the lack of dominance, the guilt, the superfluity.

What the fuck 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 relish it, yet here I am enjoying a non-consensual use of my body on a crowded string. Ok they had not actually fucked me so maybe it's not the"R"word.

As the gearing lurched it regained the apparent movement of the journey, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontlet assaulter 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 blockage away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would exhibit compliance, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the guy rope had stepped back, my mind was blank shell, I was following my cunt, I was so steamy, 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 foot of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street outlet, but the one leadership to the men's way, step by step I went up the steps, 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 shake up and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no sign of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a bantam room, a urinal and a carrell and like so many public toilets it stank of stale 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 other in a strange voice communication. 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 cups, my knocker spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the can seat and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.

"Suck it slut ... lay down me like you !"

Please let's not do th…"

My sentence was curtailed as my back talk was filled with dick. I had no option I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriends but those that I have always said I was a corking cock soft touch and I am a natural with as big mouth a manipulative tongue and hammer sucking rim. I worked his peter with my spit before slipping him down my throat, my nose was touching his venter I went that deep. I don't think he had expected me to be an technical cock sucker, I don't really look dirty, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still capable to slide my tongue out and lick his testis. He could barely stand as my pharynx and tongue squeezed and stroked his nut, he groaned, before grabbing my hair's-breadth and holding my read/write head as he proceeded to jam drive my throat. He basically raped my pharynx and lip, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his admirer waited his turn. Once he was just banging his cock in my throat there was not a lot I could do to make him, just be used my lip as a make out fix, which I think is the word of honor his friend was using about me. It did not take long for his move to speed up and his poke become more quicksilver, until finally he pulled my face hard against his abdomen and barb his cream deep into my pharynx holding me there as every pearl was fired in. I had no choice but to swallow, if I had not then I would have choked. He pulled out of my pharynx and wiped his cum and spit covered cock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up rick round and bent grass over the stinking sewer bowel, his handwriting grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking kitty. He was probably only around six inches long but he was thick and it was the thickness that made me heave and sent spasm through me. Each thrust was little, hard and loyal causing me to inspire the stench of the potty, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it eagre for each thrust. His hands reached rhythm and grabbed my breasts finding my nipples and squeezing them laborious, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in orgasm. My pussy muscles squeezing his cock, but he had stamina and keep back on battering in me.

He held my head down against the cistern, so I could not move, barely conflict as he withdrew his pecker .. 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.

"Fuck no !"I screamed, like that would make any conflict as my anal retentive 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 pass back, using my hair as sovereignty. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an God Almighty driving force he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in pull open clothing, my doll rucked around my waist, my tits out as they dressed.

"You have missed the last gear jade, get a hack !"

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 stochasticity, it was the door.

"You look a state erotic love"

It was the station manager.

"Don't judgement 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 cock in my pussy. Holding my articulatio coxae 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 early shift in the morning.

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

Luckily my hubby was in bed, but I did not defy to shower in pillowcase 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 finger's breadth a couple of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to catch that gear a few times but never managed to meet those guy cable again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .