I'd been riding the underpass to work for three week now, but tonight's journeying home was the regretful, the points had failed up line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing feeling to a node presentation and it had all gone unseasonable 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 hand the handles, but I did not necessitate them, I was so force there was no way to move an inch. I could faint but no one would notice till the pram emptied.

The gear hurtled from station to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the caravan drew to a halt. It stopped, no campaign, proceedings passed, the guys in front and behind were talking to each other in an eastern European language, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each early. They were big guy rope, building site types huge muscle clear for all to see and their fret wafted off them I could feel them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the hotness and from their obvious leering and talking about me. dribble were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My sizeable cleavage being exposed, but cypher made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. More was said and I felt a hand moving up my abdomen, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to raise the alarm, a hand rested on my breast, from behind the hem of my skirt raised, a hand stroked my naked 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 railroad train, shouldn't I take the risk, was it just reverence that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hand squeezed my chest, kneading it from its understructure to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The deal 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 mammilla between his digit. I gasp and I see a char looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I've seen her before a veritable traveller, I am sure she knows what is happening and will see me on this wagon 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 squash passenger. A foot goes between my feet and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my thighs wider, easing his access into my pussy, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his spouse and says something else they gag and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with real ease. Frigging my slit, my legs so weak, I have to lean against the assaulter of my titty, my head goes on to his articulatio humeri. Again I see the adult female looking at me, she knows what's going on, she mouths loose woman. I am stymie and blush, but it also sends shudder of excitement through my body.

Suddenly the train, lurches and at the Sami clock time the fingers come out of my puss and one enters my tight, rumple hole, the only thing ever to consume gone up there had been my own finger, but he used my own slit juices to comfort his entryway and as he changed pickle, the mitt on my boob moved down and started to manipulate my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juices lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to hide my moan, but I could not break off my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk of infection, the lack of control, the guilt, the embarrassment.

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

As the train lurched it regained the apparent motion of the journeying, as my button 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 room, you go in, we meet you in there ”.

I was two stops away from my post, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would show 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 aroused, 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 base of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street release, but the one leading to the men's way, tone by footprint I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lustful excitement, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my bosom, I was so aroused and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no planetary house of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a carrell and like so many public commode 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 language. 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 cup, my breast spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the lavatory posterior and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.

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

Please let's not do th…"

My conviction was curtailed as my oral fissure was filled with cock. I had no choice I sucked it up and down. I have not had many fellow but those that I have always said I was a with child dick soft touch and I am a raw with as big sassing a manipulative tongue and cock sucking sassing. I worked his cock with my glossa before slipping him down my throat, my nose was touching his belly I went that deep. I don't think he had expected me to be an expert cock fool, I don't really look grime, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still capable to slip my tongue out and solve his balls. He could barely remain firm as my pharynx and spit squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my tomentum and holding my question as he proceeded to pile drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and mouth, my mitt was between my ramification and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his turn. Once he was just banging his hammer in my throat there was not a lot I could do to stimulate him, just be used my oral fissure as a fuck hole, which I think is the word his friend was using about me. It did not take in long for his effort to hasten up and his thrust become more erratic, until finally he pulled my face hard against his stomach and barb his cream deep into my pharynx holding me there as every drop was fired in. I had no choice but to swallow, if I had not then I would have choked. He pulled out of my throat and wiped his cum and spit covered shaft on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up bend unit of ammunition and knack over the stinking toilet bowel, his hired man grabbed the drawing string on my G-string and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking snatch. He was probably only around six inch long but he was thick and it was the heaviness that made me gasp and sent cramp through me. Each thrust was short, heavy and fast causing me to inhale the stench of the toilet, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it tidal bore for each thrust. His hands reached round and grabbed my tit finding my pap and squeezing them concentrated, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the edge and I screamed in coming. My pussy muscles squeezing his cock, but he had staying power and kept on banging in me.

He held my head down against the cistern, so I could not move, barely struggle as he withdrew his hammer .. I had not felt him cum, but he must induce to be withdrawing, only to earn that he was lining up against my cockle hole.

"fucking no !"I screamed, like that would micturate 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 mammilla had been released, but now he was pushing my point back, using my haircloth as reign. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an Creator thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in rupture open clothing, my chick rucked around my waistline, my titmouse out as they dressed.

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

A £20 note of hand 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 state love"

It was the station manager.

"Don't brain if I do."

And I heard his zip being unstuck as his handwriting went into the small of my back and held me down and he slipped his cock in my slit. Holding my hips he thrust into me and I gyrated back, I came again.

It did not take him long to number, as he said he had to get home, he had an ahead of time shift in the morning.

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

Luckily my husband 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 couple of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to trip up that train a few times but never managed to meet those guys again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .