I'd been riding the subway to run for three weeks now, but tonight's journeying house was the tough, the points had failed up product line and when I got on, I was pinned between two guys. I had needed to put the finishing feeling to a client presentation and it had all gone amiss and I was leaving at 8.00 pm and here I was still trying to get abode at 11.00.

In the pusher I could not reach the handles, but I did not necessitate them, I was so wedged there was no way to move an inch. I could conk but no one would find till the carriage emptied.

The train hurtled from place to place. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the string drew to a arrest. It stopped, no move, instant passed, the cat in front and tooshie 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 guy wire, building website types immense musculus clear for all to see and their exertion wafted off them I could experience them pressed into me.

I was uncomfortable from the hotness and from their obvious leering and talking about me. drip were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My sizable cleavage being exposed, but nothing made me find more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. More was said and I felt a hand moving up my tum, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to raise the alarum, a hand rested on my breast, from behind the hem of my doll 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 fear that prevented me from saying something, my white meat being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.

The hired man squeezed my breast, kneading it from its base to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeeze and then moves down and miscue inside my G-string. 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 tit 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 indisputable she knows what is happening and will see me on this wagon 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 fellow squashed rider. A metrical foot goes between my feet and make 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 first mate and says something else they jest and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking bitch with material ease. Frigging my pussy, my pegleg so washy, I have to lean 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 hussy. I am blockade and rosiness, but it also sends shivers of exhilaration through my body.

Suddenly the gear, lurches and at the same meter the fingers come out of my pussy and one enters my mingy, ruck gob, the only thing ever to give birth gone up there had been my own finger's breadth, but he used my own pussy juice to ease his entrance and as he changed holes, the script on my breast moved down and started to manipulate my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own succus lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to enshroud my moan, but I could not kibosh my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the deficiency of control, the guilty conscience, the embarrassment.

What the nooky was happening to me, I was not one of those cleaning woman 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 gear. 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 frontal assaulter whispered in my ear in his midst 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 boodle away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would point conformation, I would not do it.

We drew into the post, the guy cable had stepped back, my mind was blank, 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 going, but the one leadership to the men's way, footfall by footstep I went up the step, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure salacious turmoil, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my white meat, I was so worked up and scared.

Standing outside the men's room, no sign of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed undefendable the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a cell and like so many public gutter it stank of stale piss.

This was not for me what was I thinking, but as I turned to go away my two"Quaker '' has caught up and they just lifted me and took me inside the urinal. They were talking to each other in a alien speech 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 cashbox it snapped between the two cups, my breasts spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the toilet fanny and a big fat juicy pecker pushed at my mouth.

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

Please let's not do th…"

My condemnation was curtailed as my oral cavity was filled with cock. I had no choice I sucked it up and down. I have not had many boyfriends but those that I have always said I was a enceinte cock sucker and I am a natural with as big mouth a manipulative clapper and tool sucking sass. I worked his cock with my tongue before slipping him down my pharynx, my olfactory organ was touching his belly I went that mysterious. I don't think he had expected me to be an technical peter mug, I don't really look lousy, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still able-bodied to slew my tongue out and lap his clod. He could barely stand as my pharynx and tongue squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my mind as he proceeded to pile drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and mouth, my deal was between my branch and pleasuring me, while his booster waited his turn. Once he was just banging his stopcock in my throat there was not a lot I could do to have him, just be used my mouthpiece as a shtup kettle of fish, which I think is the word his friend was using about me. It did not take long for his movements to speed up and his driving force become more fickle, until finally he pulled my face hard against his tum and gibe his cream deep into my pharynx holding me there as every drop curtain was fired in. I had no pick 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 pecker on my blouse, before making way for his partner.

I was lifted up turn over round and bent over the stinky privy bowel, his hands grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking cunt. He was probably only around six inches long but he was deep and it was the thickness that made me gasp and sent spasm through me. Each thrust was unretentive, heavy and fast causing me to inhale the stench of the toilet, humiliating me, but I was enjoying it, wanting it eager for each thrust. His script reached round and grabbed my bosom finding my nipple and squeezing them intemperate, twisting them and I am ashamed to say that put me over the sharpness and I screamed in climax. My pussy muscles squeezing his pecker, but he had stamina and kept on banging in me.

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

"Fuck no !"I screamed, like that would ready 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 police chief Kirk would say going where no man had gone before. My bosom had been released, but now he was pushing my head back, using my hair as reign. His lump slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty jabbing he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in mangled assailable clothing, my skirt rucked around my shank, my tits out as they dressed.

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

A £20 banker's bill was shoved in my pussy, I reached back and took it as they left. I lay there getting my breather back, aching and wondering how I would get to bed without my husband finding out what had happened. I thought I heard a racket, it was the door.

"You look a commonwealth erotic love"

It was the station manager.

"Don't mind if I do."

And I heard his zip being undo as his hand went into the small of my back and held me down and he slipped his stopcock in my pussy. Holding my hips 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 knocker barely covered and I got a taxi from the station car green. The taxi number one wood smiled as I paid him, it was unacceptable to hold my titty when exchanging the money.

Luckily my married man was in bed, but I did not defy 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 brace of times.

This happened a year ago and I have tried to catch that caravan a few times but never managed to satisfy those guys again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more .