19 Nisan 2021

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train fun.This happened when I was 28, my marriage had been over for 3 months, I had moved to the Central Coast, 1 1/2 hrs train trip from Sydney/ Desperate for work I had taken a job in Sydney. It started on the return trip, a packed peak hour train vestibule, I found myself wedged into a corner by the press of bodies, I became aware of a tall, bearded, man behind me, pressing hard against me. resigned to the fact it was going to be an uncomfortable ride home, I let the rocking carriage lull me. then I felt his hand, just pressing at first, then squeezing, being jammed in made it hard to move, and by the time I got my hand down to push him away, his fingers had pushed the material of my skirt into my arse crack, and he was squeezing my cheek. I tried brushing him aside, but he gripped my wrist strongly, and forced my hand to the front of his pants, onto his bulge. I let out a little gasp, his cock seemed huge, guiding my hand he pushed down so I could feel his length, it seemed never ending. his hand left mine and slid up under my skirt, without realising my hand stayed on his cock, while his fingers stroked the gusset of my now soggy panties. I realised I was highly aroused, and started to stroke his cock through his pants, as his fingers worked their way under the leg band and 2 slid forcefully into my hole. His body was shielding us from the other passengers, his fingers were squirming around inside me , then I felt his breath as he leaned close and whispered in my ear, ” I can smell your cunt”. I stiffened slightly as I realised it was true, feeling a twinge in my lower bartın escort belly, and knowing I had just leaked again over his fingers.. I was sure everyone in that cramped space could smell me as well. I was horrified, bt also more aroused than I had been in months, so when he whispered again for me to get off at the next station, I knew I would. As the train slowed he removed his hand, and gripped the flesh of my upper arm, pushing me through the passengers to the doors, and then we were on the platform. Being an all stations train, this one serviced a very small community, and soon the few passengers that had gotten off were gone up the platform steps, he then walked, almost dragging me stumbling, towards the opposite end of the platform. Being one of the smaller stations, it had no attendant, nor would another train stop for at least an hour, though several express services would pass through it. he hauled me into the men’s toilet block. it reeked of stale piss, pushed me over towards the sink in the corner. he still hadn’t spoken since leaving the train, and didn’t now as he spun me to face the wall, pushing me slightly over, my face in the corner, he held the back of my neck with one hand, his grip like a vice. His other hand pulled up my skirt, over my waist, then tearing my panties off me. he wiped the torn material on my cunt then forced them into my mouth. still holding my neck he undid his fly and pulled out his cock, turning my head so I could see it, before pushing my face back into the corner. I had never seen a cock that size, and I had seen plenty escort bartın by then, it was at least 10″ long, and almost as thick as my wrist, a huge purple mushroom head, and rock hard. I hated myself, but I wanted it. without hesitating, he positioned it between my swollen lips and stabbed it deep into me, I let out a muffled scream around my soggy gag, the thrust, lifting me off the ground, slammed into my cervix, pushing it up into my belly, no doubt rearranging multiple organs, he fucked me savagely, r****g my cunt, after several thrusts I convulsed spasming through my first orgasm, he released my neck, I was like jelly and not going anywhere, then ripped my blouse open, tore my bra off breaking the straps, grabbing a tit in each hand, digging his fingers in painfully, I groaned, as he used continued r****g my cunt, using my tits to pull himself into me. cum again as his thumbnail dug hard into my right nipple, he pulled and twisted my tits as he fucked me, I could feel another orgasm mounting, and then his cock seemed to swell, his thrusts became erratic, then he buried deep inside holding it in there, he sunk his teeth into my shoulder. growling as I felt his hot cum spurting inside me, I came again, explosively, as he shot at least 6 streams into me all while digging his nails hard into my tits. I could feel my cunt flaring, his cum pouring out around his cock,”. I dropped to my knees, and he pulled the gag from my mouth. “Clean my cock, with your mouth, you filthy cunt, and you better enjoy it.” he slapped my face hard for emphasis. I screeched in bartın escort bayan pain, but quickly fastened my lips around his cockhead, sucking and licking both his cum, and my creamy cuntjuice from his cock. I licked his shaft clean as well, he pulled his open fly tight to his body so I could get it all off him. He then grabbed my hair, and began slapping my face, back and forth, half a dozen times, laughing as he did. then dragged me by the hair to my feet. he took a finepoint pen from his jacket pocket, grabbed my nipple, pulling it stretching my tit outwards, then wrote his phone number across it, digging the pen in hard almost scratching it into my tit. ” Just in case you want more of the same. slut.”. He put his cock away and zipped his pants, ” Now something to remember me by” He leaned forward quickly, still pulling my nipple, placed his mouth on my left tit, sucking a good portion of it in, then bit down hard and fast, almost breaking the skin. I screamed, my hands flying up to cover my tit damaged tit. he laughed as he left, and I heard the train approaching. I leaned back against the sink, I was a mess, buttons gone from my blouse, bra ruined on the floor, alongside my destroyed panties. The train docked, as I hurried, tying my blouse around my naked tits, pulling my skirt down, looking under the sink for my shoes, which had come off during the fucking. I heard the whistle and the train pulling out, just as I came out of the mens room door. I had missed it. He was gone, and I had at least an hour to wait for the next one. As I sat there, I looked down at my tit, the swollen already ugly purple bite mark, and the scratched phone number, knowing that I would have to call it, although it had been what amounted to ****, it had also been the best fuck I’d had in years, and I definitely wanted more. Karen.

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