I'd been riding the underpass to work for three weeks now, but tonight's journey home 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 client 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 stroller I could not pass on the handles, but I did not need them, I was so stick there was no way to incite an inch. I could conk but no one would notice till the baby carriage emptied.

The power train hurtled from station to place. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the geartrain drew to a halt. It stopped, no bowel movement, transactions passed, the guys in front and fundament were talking to each early in an Eastern European spoken language, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each former. They were big guys, building site case huge muscularity clear for all to see and their sweat wafted off them I could finger them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the hotness and from their obvious leering and talking about me. drip were running down my font, my blouse sticking to me. My ample cleavage being exposed, but nil made me feel more uncomfortable than the detrition against my ass from behind. More was said and I felt a hand moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the oculus, daring me to raise the alarm, a hand rested on my titty, from behind the hem of my skirt raised, a hand stroked my naked buttock. I wanted to say something but the oculus of him in front told me I'd be hurt if I did, but would I on a push train, shouldn't I take the risk, was it just reverence that prevented me from saying something, my bosom being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The paw squeezed my chest, kneading it from its base to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The hired hand on my ass squeeze and then moves down and slip of paper inside my flip-flop. Hoping he does not actualize 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 knocker, squeezing my teat 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 avert my eyes.

Now they both cover me, hiding me from my chap squashed passengers. A foundation goes between my animal foot and make them wider, opening the gap between my thighs wider, easing his approach into my pussy, and now he knows how a good deal this is exciting me and he looks to his mate and says something else they Laugh and my bosom is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with real number simpleness. Frigging my kitty-cat, my legs so watery, I have to list against the assaulter of my breasts, 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 block and blush, but it also sends tremble of excitation through my body.

Suddenly the gear, lurches and at the Same meter the fingerbreadth come out of my pussy and one enters my pixilated, rumple gob, the only thing ever to give gone up there had been my own fingerbreadth, but he used my own kitty-cat juices to allay his entry and as he changed gob, the hand on my chest moved down and started to pull wires my clitoris, stroking and pinching. As my own juice lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to hide my groans, but I could not block my pelvic girdle from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the lack of ascendence, the guiltiness, the embarrassment.

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 enjoy it, yet here I am enjoying a non-consensual use of my body on a crowd train. 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 clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assaulter 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 plosive consonant away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would depict compliance, I would not do it.

We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my creative thinker was blank, I was following my cunt, I was so horny, I found myself on the program, in the crowd, I could it see the two Guy, should I get back on, but I found myself at the foot of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street exit, but the one leading to the men's room, step by step I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure salacious excitement, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my breasts, I was so delirious and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no polarity of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed surface the door, it was a diminutive room, a urinal and a kiosk and like so many populace toilets it stank of stale 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 early in a foreign spoken language. 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 money box it snapped between the two cupful, my breasts spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the toilet arse and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.

"Suck it slut ... form me like you !"

Please let's not do th…"

My sentence was curtailed as my mouth was filled with cock. I had no selection I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriend but those that I have always said I was a smashing shaft sucker and I am a natural with as big mouthpiece a manipulative natural language and putz sucking brim. I worked his rooster with my tongue before slipping him down my throat, my nose was touching his abdomen I went that trench. I don't think he had expected me to be an proficient rooster all-day sucker, I don't really look unclean, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still able to slue my knife out and thrash his globe. He could barely stand as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his ballock, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my foreland as he proceeded to pile drive my pharynx. He basically raped my throat and mouth, my hand was between my stage and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his bend. 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 lie with hole, which I think is the intelligence his friend was using about me. It did not take long for his social movement to speed up and his poke become more fickle, until finally he pulled my face hard against his venter and shot his ointment deep into my throat holding me there as every drop was fired in. I had no alternative but to swallow, if I had not then I would birth choked. He pulled out of my pharynx and wiped his cum and expectoration covered putz on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up turned round and bent over the stink commode bowel, his hands grabbed the string on my flip-flop and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking slit. He was probably only around six inches long but he was blockheaded and it was the heaviness that made me heave and sent spasms through me. Each thrust was short, difficult and fast causing me to breathe in the reek of the crapper, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it bore for each thrust. His deal reached round and grabbed my white meat finding my nipples and squeezing them grueling, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in orgasm. My purulent muscles squeezing his turncock, but he had toughness and celebrate on banging in me.

He held my head down against the water tank, so I could not affect, barely struggle as he withdrew his peter .. 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 construct 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 master Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My tits had been released, but now he was pushing my forefront back, using my hair as reign. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an Divine thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in lacerate open wear, my skirt rucked around my shank, my tits out as they dressed.

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

A £20 tone was shoved in my snatch, I reached back and took it as they left. I lay there getting my breathing place 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 passion"

It was the place manager.

"Don't mind if I do."

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

It did not convey him long to get along, as he said he had to get home, he had an betimes shift in the morning.

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

Luckily my husband was in bed, but I did not presume to shower down in case I woke him up so I slept still smelling of a stool and wide 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 railroad train a few times but never managed to see those guy again .. They had changed my living and I wanted more .