Stuck on a crowded train our young business woman gets molested, causing conflicting emotions of outrage and lust. Should she get off the train with the two eastern Europeans who have been molesting her or stay on the train and get home to the comfort of her home and family?
I’d been riding the subway 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 carriage I could not reach the handles, but I did not need them, I was so wedged there was no way to move an inch. I could faint but no one would notice 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 halt. It stopped, no movement, minutes 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 other. They were big guys, building site types huge muscles 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. Drips were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My ample cleavage being exposed, but nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. More was said and I felt a hand moving up my stomach, 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 buttock. 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 train, shouldn’t I take the risk, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh.
The hand squeezed my breast, kneading it from its base to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The 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 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 nipple 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 fellow squashed passengers. 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 mate and says something else they Laugh and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with real ease. Frigging my pussy, my legs so weak, 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 slut. I am embarrassed and blush, but it also sends shivers of excitement through my body.
Suddenly the train, lurches and at the same time the fingers come out of my pussy and one enters my tight, puckered hole, the only thing ever to have gone up there had been my own finger, but he used my own pussy juices to ease his entry and as he changed holes, the hand on my breast 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 groans, but I could not stop my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the lack of control, the guilt, 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 crowded 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 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 station, 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 mind was blank, I was following my cunt, 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 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 lustful excitement, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my breasts, I was so excited and scared.
Standing outside the men’s room, no sign of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a tiny room, 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 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 cups, my breasts spilled out. Then I was pushed onto the toilet seat and a big fat juicy cock pushed at my mouth.
“Suck it slut ... make me like you!”
Please let’s not do th…”
My sentence was curtailed as my mouth 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 great cock sucker and I am a natural with as big mouth a manipulative tongue and cock sucking lips. I worked his cock with my tongue 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 sucker, I don’t really look dirty, I think that is what attracted me to them. Deep in my throat I was still able to slip my tongue out and lick his balls. He could barely stand as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my head as he proceeded to pile drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and mouth, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his turn. Once he was just banging his cock in my throat there was not a lot I could do to stimulate him, just be used my mouth as a fuck hole, 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 thrusts become more erratic, until finally he pulled my face hard against his stomach and shot his cream deep into my throat 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 cock on my blouse, before making way for his partner.
I was lifted up turned round and bent over the stinking toilet bowel, his hands grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word 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 gasp and sent spasms through me. Each thrust was short, hard 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 hands reached round and grabbed my breasts 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 pussy muscles squeezing his cock, but he had stamina 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 cock .. I had not felt him cum, but he must have to be withdrawing, only to realise that he was lining up against my puckered 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 head back, using my hair as reigns. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn open clothing, my skirt rucked around my waist, my tits out as they dressed.
“You have missed the last train slut, get a taxi!”
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 state love”
It was the station manager.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
And I heard his zip being undone as his hand went into the small of my back and held me down and he slipped his cock 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 tits barely covered and I got a taxi from the station car park. The taxi driver smiled as I paid him, it was impossible to hold my tits 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 catch that train a few times but never managed to meet those guys again .. They had changed my life and I wanted more.