I'd been riding the metro to work on for three weeks now, but tonight's journey home was the tough, the points had failed up line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finish touches to a client presentation and it had all gone wrong and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get household at 11.00.

In the carriage I could not reach the handles, but I did not need them, I was so wedged there was no way to prompt an inch. I could faint but no one would note till the carriage emptied.

The caravan hurtled from station to post. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the train drew to a hitch. It stopped, no movement, minutes passed, the guys in front and behind were talking to each early in an Eastern European spoken language, saying matter to each early, then looking at me and grinning at each early. They were big bozo, building site eccentric huge brawniness 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. dripping were running down my human face, my blouse sticking to me. My plentiful cleavage being exposed, but naught made me palpate more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. to a greater extent was said and I felt a hand moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the heart, daring me to raise the alarm, a bridge player rested on my chest, from behind the hem of my skirt raised, a hired man stroked my naked buttock. I wanted to say something but the middle of him in front man told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowded train, shouldn't I take the risk, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my fundament stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my titty, kneading it from its base to my mamilla, pulling and squeezing. The helping 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 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 nipple between his finger. I gasp and I see a woman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a regular traveller, I am sure enough she knows what is happening and will see me on this gearing again, I could ask for her avail, but I gasp again and avert my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my chap squeeze rider. A invertebrate foot goes between my feet and make them wider, opening the gap between my second joint wider, easing his memory access into my kitty, and now he knows how a lot this is exciting me and he looks to his better half and says something else they Laugh and my titty is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking puss with substantial ease. Frigging my pussy, my ramification so weak, I have to lean against the assailant 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 hinder and blush, but it also sends shivers of agitation through my body.

Suddenly the train, lurches and at the same fourth dimension the fingers come out of my twat and one enters my blotto, puckered yap, the only matter ever to have gone up there had been my own fingerbreadth, but he used my own pussy juice to ease his submission and as he changed holes, the hand on my breast moved down and started to misrepresent my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juices lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger's breadth inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to hide my groans, but I could not lay off my hip joint from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the endangerment, the lack of control, the guilt, the overplus.

What the fuck was happening to me, I was not one of those women that fantasised about being raped, I hated the construct, there is no way I would enjoy it, yet here I am enjoying a non-consensual use of my consistency on a herd gearing. 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 clitoris was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assailant whispered in my ear in his thick accent.

"Next place, you get off, go up stairs there is a men's room, you go in, we meet you in there ”.

I was two catch away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would present compliance, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my intellect was blank, I was following my cunt, I was so horny, I found myself on the political program, 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 leadership to the street exit, but the one leadership to the men's way, step by footprint I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure salacious excitation, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my knocker, I was so commove and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no sign of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed undefended the door, it was a tiny way, a urinal and a cubicle 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"protagonist '' has caught up and they just lifted me and took me inside the urinal. They were talking to each other in a foreign linguistic 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 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 ... make me like you !"

Please let's not do th…"

My conviction was curtailed as my lip was filled with cock. 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 prick sucker and I am a rude with as big mouthpiece a manipulative tongue and cock sucking back talk. I worked his cock with my tongue before slipping him down my throat, my nose was touching his abdomen I went that oceanic abyss. I don't think he had expected me to be an practiced hammer sucker, I don't really look bemire, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still able-bodied to err my tongue out and lick his balls. He could barely stand as my throat and clapper squeezed and stroked his Lucille Ball, he groaned, before grabbing my fuzz and holding my head as he proceeded to pile drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and backtalk, my hand was between my wooden leg and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his turn. Once he was just banging his stopcock in my throat there was not a lot I could do to stimulate him, just be used my mouth as a fuck gob, which I think is the word his friend was using about me. It did not shoot long for his trend to travel rapidly up and his jabbing become more temperamental, until finally he pulled my expression hard against his belly and blastoff his pick deep into my pharynx holding me there as every bead was fired in. I had no alternative but to swallow, if I had not then I would throw choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and expectoration covered cock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up twist round and bent over the foetid toilet bowel, his manpower grabbed the twine on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a intelligence he thrust into my soaking pussy. He was probably only around six inches long but he was thick and it was the thickness that made me pant and sent spasms through me. Each thrusting was short, severe and degraded causing me to breathe in the stench of the toilet, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it bore for each jab. His hands reached round and grabbed my chest finding my nipples and squeezing them hard, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in orgasm. My pussycat musculus squeezing his cock, but he had stamen and kept on banging in me.

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

"shtup no !"I screamed, like that would make any deviation as my anal cherry red was lost. I was tight and only slightly lubricated .. It fucking hurt and generated another sexual climax and still he kept going thrusting difficult and fast. As skipper 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 hairsbreadth as reign. His musket ball slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty knife thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn spread out clothing, my skirt rucked around my waistline, my mammilla out as they dressed.

"You have missed the last train slut, get a taxicab !"

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 Department of State love"

It was the post manager.

"Don't psyche if I do."

And I heard his zip being unstuck as his hand went into the humble of my back and held me down and he slipped his cock in my pussy. Holding my rose hip he thrust into me and I gyrated back, I came again.

It did not charter him long to fall, as he said he had to get home, he had an early shifting in the morning.

He walked me out of the station, my pap barely covered and I got a taxicab from the place car parking lot. The cab driver smiled as I paid him, it was inconceivable to hold my mammilla 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 toilet and full of cum. Disgustingly this turned me on and I came with my fingers a match of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to watch that gearing a few metre but never managed to touch those guy wire again .. They had changed my biography and I wanted more .