I'd been riding the tube to operate for three weeks now, but tonight's journey home was the worst, the degree had failed up line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing signature to a client demonstration and it had all gone damage 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 get through the handles, but I did not call for them, I was so stick there was no way to incite an inch. I could faint but no one would acknowledge till the carriage emptied.

The train hurtled from station to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the train drew to a check. It stopped, no movement, minutes passed, the guys in forepart and hindquarters were talking to each other in an easterly European lyric, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guys, building site types immense muscleman clear for all to see and their stew wafted off them I could find them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the passion and from their obvious leering and talking about me. drip mould were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My sizeable cleavage being exposed, but goose egg made me feel more uncomfortable than the detrition against my ass from behind. Thomas More was said and I felt a hand moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to bring up the dismay, a hand rested on my titty, from behind the hem of my dame raised, a hand stroked my defenseless 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 crowded string, shouldn't I take the risk of infection, was it just revere that prevented me from saying something, my white meat being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my titty, kneading it from its base to my mammilla, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeezing and then moves down and mooring inside my thong. Hoping he does not actualise 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 mamilla 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 assistance, but I gasp again and avert my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my fellow squelch rider. A foot goes between my feet and shuffling them wider, opening the gap between my thighs wider, easing his access into my kitty-cat, and now he knows how 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 bitch with real simplicity. Frigging my pussy, my branch so weak, I have to lean against the attacker of my breasts, my head goes on to his shoulder joint. Again I see the fair sex looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths slut. I am embarrassed and blush, but it also sends shivers of fervor through my body.

Suddenly the railroad train, stumble and at the same time the finger come out of my twat and one enters my tight, puckered yap, the only affair ever to have gone up there had been my own finger, but he used my own pussy succus to still his entry and as he changed mess, the bridge player on my chest moved down and started to manipulate my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juice lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the berm of my attacker to conceal my groan, but I could not give up my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the peril, the lack of control, the guilt, the embarrassment.

What the fuck was happening to me, I was not one of those cleaning lady that fantasised about being raped, I hated the concept, there is no way I would bask it, yet here I am enjoying a non-consensual use of my body on a crowded train. Ok they had not actually fucked me so maybe it's not the"R"word.

As the train lurched it regained the gesture of the journeying, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontlet attacker whispered in my ear in his thick accent.

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

I was two full stop away from my place, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would establish deference, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the cat had stepped back, my intellect was blank, I was following my twat, 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 human foot of the stairwell, not the one leadership to the street departure, but the one leading to the men's room, footmark by stride I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lascivious agitation, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my breast, I was so excited and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no star sign of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed out-of-doors the threshold, 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"friends '' has caught up and they just lifted me and took me inside the urinal. They were talking to each other in a foreign spoken communication. 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 cup, my breasts spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the bathroom seat and a big fat juicy stopcock 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 cock. I had no pick I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriends but those that I have always said I was a great dick sucker and I am a natural with as big mouth a manipulative tongue and cock sucking sass. I worked his cock with my natural language before slipping him down my throat, my nose was touching his belly I went that recondite. I don't think he had expected me to be an proficient cock lollipop, I don't really look dirty, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still able to err my spit out and lick his nut. He could barely bear as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my headspring as he proceeded to pile driving force my throat. He basically raped my throat and sassing, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his crook. Once he was just banging his tool in my throat there was not a lot I could do to stimulate him, just be used my sassing as a fucking hole, which I think is the give-and-take his booster was using about me. It did not guide long for his movements to rush along up and his thrusts become more erratic, until finally he pulled my face hard against his stomach and dead reckoning his cream deep into my throat holding me there as every driblet was fired in. I had no selection but to swallow up, if I had not then I would have choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and saliva covered cock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up turned round and bent over the stinking stool intestine, his deal grabbed the string on my lash and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking puss. He was probably only around six inches long but he was duncish and it was the heaviness that made me gasp and sent spasms through me. Each knife thrust was shortstop, arduous and fast causing me to inhale the stink of the throne, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it tidal bore for each thrust. His hands reached round and grabbed my tit finding my mamilla and squeezing them surd, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in orgasm. My pussycat muscles squeezing his dick, but he had stamina and kept on banging in me.

He held my head down against the cisterna, so I could not travel, barely struggle as he withdrew his putz .. I had not felt him cum, but he must have to be withdrawing, only to realise that he was lining up against my gather hole.

"Fuck 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 Captain Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My tits had been released, but now he was pushing my brain back, using my hair as reigns. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an God Almighty drive he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn open article of clothing, my skirt rucked around my waist, my tits out as they dressed.

"You have missed the lowest string strumpet, get a taxi !"

A £20 note was shoved in my kitty, 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 United States Department of State love"

It was the place manager.

"Don't mind if I do."

And I heard his zip being undo as his hand went into the small of my dorsum and held me down and he slipped his shaft in my kitty-cat. Holding my coxa he thrust into me and I gyrated back, I came again.

It did not take him long to make out, as he said he had to get rest home, he had an early shift in the morning.

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

Luckily my husband was in bed, but I did not defy to shower in case I woke him up so I slept still smelling of a crapper and full 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 catch that train a few times but never managed to play those guy rope again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .