0 comments/ 254757 views/ 18 favorites Long Ride Home By: Tim Smith The weekend had Came and went again like the rush of a passing car on a busy freeway. It seemed my life as a wife and mother at age 37 was one big blur watching myself age, never moving forward nor back, just hovering in one spot as all the other people in my life circled around me. I had known for some time my husband john was a bit board with our marriage and I knew if something didn't happen soon that we would be looking at divorce. It was Monday again and I was convinced that some kind of a change was necessary and soon. I jumped as the phone rang, it was John, He sounded upbeat and asked how I felt about going out this weekend with his new boss and a few friends. I replied OK and he asked if I would go to the mall and find some sexy cloths to wear, This I found odd, It had been years sense he had asked such a thing of me and a small part of me was squirming with glee to be again something of interest to him. For the next four days I shopped off and on for cloths to show off my 37 year old figure. I was impressed with the fact that once out of sweats and into a skirt I still had a fairly good figure for 37 and men all around in the stores immediately would turn their heads as I would walk out of the changing rooms. Saturday evening came and after I had picked my outfit and was ready to go my husband john asked if I knew how important this evening was. I felt guilty thinking that I had been so wrapped up in my own world that I had not paid much attention to what was happening in his. John explained that this guy was tough and had began to get rid of people left and right and that I needed to do my best to melt him down as he put it. I had to quietly think for a minute or two before my reply then asked john what he thought of me dancing with another man. John said he was ok with that as well as a little flirting and said, Hell lets face it, our relationship has been a bit on the rocks and we might find some fun in this to spark romance up again. I was floored and decided to think hard before speaking as I stared off into the distance. John started to look as if he had dropped a bomb and it was then that I made the decision. I smiled back at my husband and shook my head and winked, he lost his tenseness and smiled. As we drove in silence I felt as if I had been transported to a different place and time. I had at times fantasies of flirting with other men but never in front of my husband and none I thought would ever come true. We arrived at an upscale hotel in the ritzy part of town and John handed the keys over to a parking attendant. As we entered the lobby the room opened up to grand proportions as high above crystal chandeliers hung below a gold ceiling. We were met by a man immediately asking if he could help us and john mentioned our last name for Damian Randle party of two, The Man smiled handing John a key and pointed the way to the elevators and said Penthouse, Top floor. When the door opened we walked out into what looked as if to be a large private dinning room. At the table were four men all dressed in expensive suits and john introduced Damian Randle first as his new boss then each of the others as business partners in the new merger. The men all looked me up and down as if I were the meal and I felt a tint of red flushing across my cheeks. I had wore a revealing low cut top and short skirt with thong panties and their eyes instantly made me feel naked in front of them. We sat and the talking commenced around the table but to my surprise continued to rotate back to me and how beautiful I looked, I have to admit I was sucking it up after years of little attention. After we had drank quite a bit and finished our meals Johns beeper went off and he went to make a call. Damian and the others engaged me in light conversation in Johns absence and continued what now was open flirting with me making me feel as if in high school again. When John returned he was visibly upset and said he needed to leave because of an emergency. Immediately Damian spoke saying there was no reason to ruin the whole evening and that they could drop me off at our place after they were done chatting. A moment of silence passed and John agreed with a worried smile and a look of approval and left the room. Once john was gone the conversation changed back to the Company and what was taking place. I took the chance to be blunt and asked Damian if John's job would still be there after all the changes were complete. Damians answer both Shocked and in a sick way thrilled me as he simply stated that it would all depend on my cooperation tonight with the four of them. I felt as though I was a trapped animal in the room with four wolves but at the same time my sexual energy had never been higher as I contemplated the possibilities looking over the four of them. I quickly shrugged off the crazy thoughts and asked what they would expect from me. Damian's response was that they just wanted to be entertained and there would be no sex, but they could do what ever else they chose for the remainder of the evening. I sat in silence as I gave it some serious thought and after a few long moments reluctantly agreed, after all without Johns job we would be finished for sure. The men all smiled and Damian spoke up and said OK well lets get started then. One of the men walked to the Elevator and pushed a do not disturb button on the wall as Damian asked that I stand and remove my cloths slowly for them starting with my top and bra. I stood slowly on shaking knees in front of the men and removed my top first feeling my nipples harden as if being touched by their eyes, then unclasped my bra letting it spring free leaving my 36c breasts bobbing lewdly on my chest. The men immediately complimented and groaned out loud as Damian ordered that I walk over to each of them and let them feel my beautiful breasts. My legs surprised me as I walked towards the first man as he reached out for my nipple, pinching it then cupping one then both using both hands. The men all took their time handling my breasts, some pulling, kneading and sucking. Then Damian ordered that I strip the rest of the way. I backed away from the men and slowly took off my skirt lowering it to the ground, then slipped down my panties as two of the men made lewd comments about my intentions with wearing a thong style panty and being freshly shaven that evening. I pushed my panties away from my feet and Damian, clearly acting as the leader of this pack ordered I back to the table then to each of them one at a time. I did as told feeling a redness returning to my cheeks once again. The first man told me to spread my legs as he parted my ass cheeks with his hands then ran his one hand over my sex bringing the first audible moan from my mouth to the enjoyment of the small group. The men all moved away from the table and repositioned their chairs as my pussy was being digitally invaded by the youngest of the group. Then before I knew what was happening Damian was sitting in front of me pulling my head down to a full open mouth kiss as the other three gathered around me. I closed my eyes in both shame and ecstasy as I felt hands all over my body. The fingers going in and out of me were now dripping wet as someone else's fingers worked my clit. I began to groan into Damian's mouth as a furious orgasm ripped through my body bringing shakes from my toes to my head as all hands working to keep up with my movements. The men now supported my limp body as muffled words echoed through my head of being time to hit the road. As my head cleared Damian was putting my long black coat over my naked body instructing me that this was the way you will remain until we are done with you tonight. To tired from a major orgasm and shamed by its happening I said nothing as we all entered the elevator together and headed down to the lobby. Once in the lobby Damian asked that his Van be brought to the entrance by the valet. I stood nervously naked under my overcoat surrounded by four men and waited for the Van to appear. Finally appear it did and we all walked out together. The night air blew up under the coat as we walked and I could feel wetness running down my leg bringing more humiliation burning my mind. Once in the Van Damian asked one of the other men to drive as he shuffled to second set of seats with now two other men and myself. Damian now passed into the rear seat and ordered me to remove my coat and turn towards him with my knees on the first seat as we pulled away from the curb. I did as I was instructed and Damian reached under my arms pulling me well over the backrest of the front seat, my upper body now hung over into the next row. Damian now produced some rope and tied both my wrists to opposite armrests on the seat behind that he sat in pushing my head into his chest as he worked and leaving me cut in the middle with the backrest of the seat my knees were on. The other two men were wasting no time securing my ankles to both armrests spreading me open wide towards the front of the van as I protested in vein. It all happened so fast as we drove, I was cursing myself for allowing them to tie me up this way as things could easily now get out of hand, and out of hand they did. As we drove the men now took all liberties with my body, one spanking my ass hard as the other furiously pumped three fingers in and out of my pussy as it made loud swishing noises to the men's amusement. Damian was slapping and mauling my breasts with one hand and holding a handful of hair with the other as he forced my groaning mouth onto his cock. He then worked my head up and down on his prick using my hair as a handle as another orgasm, my second for the night ripped through me. I hadn't noticed us stopping until the driver had switched with Damian and a man had mounted me from behind slowly pushing his cock into me, then starting a fast piston motion in and out making me scream around the drivers cock. The man in my pussy came fairly quickly and to my amazement I found myself pulling my mouth free and chanting, OH GOD YESSS, THAT'S IT FUCK ME. I hushed immediately as I heard the words coming out filled with such guilt and anger at the men for breaking their promise. The driver untied my hands and I was propped strait up, legs still tied to the armrests. Then Damian slithered between my legs and before I knew it I was impaled on his cock facing him on his lap, arms tightly around his neck as he pumped in and out of my sensitive pussy. I then went out of my mind when another cock started to push into my pussy from behind, lights flashed on and off in my head as the second cock came to rest inside my now totally stretched pussy. The two slowly sawed in and out as I went from one new orgasm to another. The man behind at some point had pulled out and was now pushing the head of his cock up against my ass opening, It was about to happen and I could do nothing to stop it. The man behind pushed slowly in inch by inch as I squealed and held Damians neck tight in my arms begging him, MAKE HIM STOP OH YES, SLOWWWWW, OH YES,NO,NO,NO..... Once the man was deep inside they both started slowly pumping in and out of me, I found my self with an O on my lips and making adjustments to get them both in deeper. Damian smiled and said, OH yes she is ours now as all three of us moved together. We fucked like a freight train and as cum ran out of my pussy and ass two others took there place using my body as a receptacle for their seed. Finally it all stopped, my legs were untied and the men put my coat on and opened the door. To my surprise I was at my own home and john was sitting on the steps waiting for me. As I walked I looked back to see the windows in the van were not very well tinted and I could see the men taking their seats to leave, My god, john had to have seen every thing. The next day john called from work with a shaky voice and said, Damian would like you to work in the corporate office for him and the new partners, The phone was silent on both ends as we both new what that meant. Long Ride Home I ride the same bus everywhere I go. I ride at the same time, and with the same bus driver, but one night, I got a different kind of ride! When the bus arrived, the first thing I noticed was, the driver was different. This guy was Black, about 6'3", with smooth, dark chocolate skin and the most hypnotic eyes I'd ever seen. My regular driver is short and White. This driver's eyes were hazel, with little flecks of gold in them. A girl could just drown in them. All of my female co-workers had talked about this guy before, but I'd never seen him before. Anyway, he picked us all up, and amidst lots of giggling and flirting, the bus started on its way. I sat near the middle of the bus, trying to keep my composure. His nearness affected me more than I wanted to admit. He had this scent to him; I couldn't identify it. It was kind of musky and sweet and definitely sensual. It permeated the whole bus, without overpowering it. He dutifully dropped the other passengers off at their stops, and that left me and him alone on the bus. My stop is the last one on his route, but there is about a mile or two of deserted road in between stops. Halfway down the road, where no one could see us, he pulled over, stopped the bus, but left the engine running. He stood up, walked to me and said, "Stand up." I looked up at him nervously, and when I didn't move fast enough, he reached down and pulled me up into a sensual onslaught. His lips were warn and firm, his tongue was like velvet, and he smelled so good! His hands went around my back and down to my skirt, to feel me up, and my arms went around him to hold him close. He left off kissing me long enough to tell me to walk to the back of the bus and sit on the mid portion of the back seat that housed the engine. I did as instructed, swinging my hips a little more as I walked. I hiked my skirt up and exposed my legs to him. He looked at me with those hypnotic eyes, and said, "Take 'em off." I sat up a little, and took off my panties. He parted my knees, ran his hands up my legs, and slid a finger into my warm sheath. 'Oh God', I thought, 'this feels so good; what must his tongue feel like?' I didn't have to wait long to find out. When he pulled me forward, and slipped his tongue into my heat, it sent shivers all over me. Between the heat and vibrations of the engine, and the heat and vibrations of his mouth and tongue, I threw my head back and exploded in his mouth. He drank every drop, then stepped back, smiled and unzipped his pants, to reveal the most beautiful penis I'd ever seen. It was perfect, not too big, and not too small. It reminded me of a chocolate bar, and I had to have a taste of it. He shook his head, pushed me back, and entered me slowly, a little at a time. He touched my clit while entering me, which made me tense up, on the verge of another explosion. He leaned down and kissed me, and I could smell my cum on his face. After kissing him and experiencing another earth shattering orgasm, I had to have him! I slid down on the seat nearest me, and took him in my mouth. His signature scent was on his penis as well, mingled with my cum, and the sensation of both scents together gave me a heady feeling. I had a little trouble getting started, but once I did, it was great. He began to tense up, so I knew an explosion was imminent. I jumped back up on the engine, spread my legs, and he unloaded inside of me. After a few minutes of heavy breathing on both sides, he stood up and looked at me. "I usually don't do this," he said, "but I've been watching you for a few days, and I requested to have this run so I could meet you." "You've been watching me? Why?" "Well, I drove by your job one night, not knowing you worked there, and I was at the light and saw you waiting for the bus; you were talking with your co-workers, and I thought you were a nice person, and I wanted to get to know you." "You've certainly accomplished that," I said with a laugh. "Yes," he laughed. He helped me down from the engine, and handed me my underwear. I put them back on, then reached up and gave him another long kiss. We came up for air, and he turned and went back to his seat. I sat at the front of the bus for the rest of the ride home, just breathing him in and thinking, 'I might never get a car, I'll just take the bus from now on.' Long RIDE Home This is my first contribution to the Literotica, so I hope you enjoy it! A big THANK YOU to Heinekitty for editing this for me! You're a star! Copyright © 2011, Erotic Nytes. ALL Rights Reserved. No portion of this story may be reproduced for profit without the express, written permission of the author. This story is a work of fiction. * The journey home from the office was always long. Sara Lima undid the top two buttons of her white blouse revealing the swollen golden arches of her 34E breasts. It was a fiercely hot summer's day and her chauffeur service, courtesy of London underground aka the northern line, was ill-equipped to accommodate their customers. In fact, the poor excuse of an air conditioner on this carriage wasn't even blowing in the warm air she had now become accustomed to. Beads of sweat dripped down Sara's long tanned neck, and ran down her chest to disappear between her red-lace cradled globes. She, like everyone else, was hot. Though she wouldn't complain; it reminded her of home. Sara was born in Havana, Cuba to her Cuban and English parents but moved here when she was young; not young enough to forget her fiery roots though. It didn't help that she had the most inconsiderate man sitting beside her, squashing her into the corner of the carriage because he needed to put his bag on the chair beside him. She wrapped her slender fingers around the back of her neck and pulled up her waist length silky black hair. Taking the hair band from around her wrist, she arched her back in an attempt to get more room to wrap her hair in to a rough knot. Unintentionally, she was giving everyone the chance to get a better look at her heaving breasts. She didn't even notice the people looking willingly and unwillingly at her more than ample bust. Sara slumped back into her seat. Bored out of her mind, she sat daydreaming. She had no book to read, had left today's business reports on her desk, and hadn't bothered to take one of the free newspapers. Her trusty iPod was dead to the world because she hadn't charged it for the last few days. She'd already read the nutritional details on the side of the 2 litre bottle of water twenty plus times; Evian just isn't that interesting. But the majority of the journey was over, only 10 more of the 29 stops to go before she could hit the shower, spruce herself up and meet the girls for Friday night drinks. After 8 hours in the office her mind started to drift on to what she'd wear tonight as she danced the night away. At 23 years old, she was an elegant Cuban beauty: the kind of girl that oozes sex without knowing she was. She knew how to accentuate every part of her. The pure white dress she planned on wearing tonight would hug her supple breasts, the neckline just cut above her rose pink areola; it would pinch in at her 25" waist line; would ride down her curvy 39" hips and have a long slit up revealing 28" of at least one of her 33'' inch golden, slender legs: topped off with some pretty red heels. Her great-grandmother was BBW, her grandmother is curvy, and her mother voluptuous and she is her mother's-mother's-mother's child. Her exotic looks and voluptuous figure always attracted the attention of others: her friends found it very amusing when men and women wrestled for her attention. 'Thank God it's Friday!' for a second, she'd forgotten where she was. "Were you speaking to me?" the voice of a southern American tenor came from above. She looked up to see two men standing above her. They looked back at her with the most stunning blue eyes she had ever seen. Both men smiled a smile that was almost identical to the other. Locking her hazel eyes with the azure blues of the guy standing directly in front of her, Sara shook her head and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Embarrassed, she quickly averted her eyes from his. Her mind was racing. When did she suddenly lose the ability to speak? Not that she was looking or anything, she thought they looked like family. They did seem to have the same smile and similar faces. She was just curious to see who it was that had her acting a complete fool, or that's what told herself. She was never made speechless by anyone. Trying not to look too obvious, she studied them both. The one to her left is gorgeous: wide lush lips, strong nose, smouldering eyes. He reminded her of the Coca-Cola advert guy but not a pretty boy: rugged and manly and sexy. Sara couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run her fingers through his dark brown hair, that had a sort of 'just woken up' look to it, without the grease. His eyes a piercing blue, the colour of a stormy sea, wide shoulders with a thick firm barrel-like chest to go with his thick firm arms; all covered by a short sleeved t-shirt and rather snug around the bum cargo pants. She could have eaten him right up; she blushed at the thought of it. The other, however, was the one that had her embarrassed to look up again. Standing directly in front of her, his azure blue eyes seemed to be probing into her very soul or more like, lighting a fire in her red lace covered pussy. His hair slicked back into a short ponytail; soft blonde. His face was as gorgeous as the other guy but with the exception of the lips. His lips curved up ever so slightly at the ends, giving him a cheeky smirk. His arms looked strong and not too thick, his chest broad and his legs long: athletic build. He was around about 5"11; probably two to three inches shorter than his brother. He wore a white vest, khaki green shorts and every bit of naked skin she could see was tanned to perfection. Both men couldn't have been more than 4-5 years older than her. Sara caught herself hungrily licking her full sensual lips as she named the two guys. Rugged: tall, dark and dangerous. Perfection: suave, smouldering and unnaturally sexy. That's what she'd call them. The man that had been pinning Sara in the corner got up to leave the train and someone else had taken her seat. "You know, you didn't actually answer my brother's question" A low baritone flavoured with the same Southern American accent addressed her. She looked to the seat next to her to see that it was in fact Rugged. He looked deep into her eyes causing poor Sara to shift nervously in her seat with embarrassment. "Umm...sorry," she smiled weakly at him and then looked up at Perfection to pass on her deepest apologies. His attention had been stolen by his desperate attempt to stay standing as passengers were trying to use every bit of space to wedge themselves onto the carriage. She watched his long toned arm holding onto the bars in front of him giving her the best view of his body; he looked too good for words. What the hell was she so sorry about anyway, she did answer his question...well, sort of. Sara tried to find somewhere else to look. "So were you?" From the corner of her eye, she could see Rugged was grinning from ear to ear. Trying to shift her focus on to anything else but him, she didn't notice his gaze moving from her eyes, to her lips, to her cleavage. Sara turned to meet his gaze which he rapidly met with an innocent look on his face. She hadn't realised what he was up to. "I wasn't speaking to anyone." She barely heard her own voice over the racing of her heart. She turned away again. She hoped he hadn't thought her rude. Every part of her body seemed to be red hot and she's decades away from hot flushes. The unmistakeable throbbing of her clit was echoing the pounding of her heart. Reaching down into her bag, she pulled out her dead iPod; jamming the earphones into her ears in the hope that they'd think she was now listening to music. From the corner of her eye she saw Rugged sit back in his seat. Sara breathed a quiet sigh of relief. For the next 7 stops, not a word was spoken between her and the men. Every so often she would steal a look at the guys. Perfection would flash a smile at her when he caught her staring; a perfect pearly white smile that was causing her golden cheeks to glow a red hue. Sara was grateful for the raging heat of the train, otherwise her obvious embarrassment would have been just that, obvious! Rugged wasn't so subtle: his stormy blues seemed to be searing her skin and she could feel him staring down her top. She made no effort to button up her blouse: she kind of liked it. It was dirty and thrilling and the thing is she knew that if anybody bothered to look, they would be able to see him leering at her breasts. Her nipples were stiffening at the thought and her pussy was on fire. She was being ravished by Rugged's lust-filled eyes and with only a smile, Perfection was setting off a chain reaction in her body she was finding hard to conceal. The train stopped at the next station and yet more passengers were pushing their way onto the train. Perfection nearly fell forward on to her and that's when she noticed it. Lying like a steel pipe down the right leg of Perfection's shorts was the imprint of his dick. She followed the semi-erect shaft down his leg. Gazing longingly at the cock; her mouth salivated at the sight. Her pussy juices were soaking her underwear and running out of her down the crease of her bum. Straightening in her seat, she tried to disguise the rolling of her hips that she needed to hush her quivering clit. Rugged leaned in, and lightly tugging the earphone from her ear, he whispering softly in her ear, "Did that feel good?" He couldn't have really known what she just did, could he? Sara looked down into the palms of her sweaty hands. She didn't want to think it but was she really getting turned on by two men on a train during rush hour. Pushing the earphone back in her ear, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the dull, steady sound of the train. With her eyes closed and her hearing dulled, there was nothing to do but be gently lulled to sleep. Sara was awoken by the deafening sound of silence. It's not the best sign to get when you had closed your eyes to the sound of a busy, moving train. Sara opened her eyes to darkness; before she could even start to panic an announcement from the train driver was made. Pulling the earphones from her ears, she heard the driver apologising for the inconvenience and saying that yet again there was some kind of signalling failure a few stations away and that they would be waiting in the tunnel for a while. "Don't' worry," the train driver assured everyone. "We'll soon be pulling into Colindale." Colindale! Sara gritted her teeth and ran her hand over her hair. It was the only thing she could do to stop herself from shouting the profanities that was ready and waiting to roll off the tip of her tongue. Colindale is her stop and as usual London transport is at a standstill for some reason or another. It started out stereotypically English; there were tuts and sighs of dismay or something equally as quiet. Then the real London kicked in and what was virtual silence, turned into vibrant and colourful chatter. Moaning, cursing, inane chatter about random stuff and of course we had to be trapped with some twats that thought this was the moment to turn the dark carriage into a club. Blaring out of the tinny speakers of what sounded like several cell phones, but was probably only three, was a mixture between Kylie, Snoop Dogg and whatever indie band was the flavour of the month. Great, just great... "So tell me, why are English girls so uptight?" It was Perfection "We are not!" she retorted. What an Asshole! "Yes, y'all are," same voice, Perfection. What a pompous asshole! "No, we bloody well are not!" They were starting to tick her off. "Yeah, ya' are," Rugged piped in now with a chuckle. What dickheads! "No, I'm not!" Me cago en el coño de tu madre They were annoying her big time but what was annoying her more is that she was actually thinking about what it would be like to be with these two men. The thought alone was causing her pussy to leak more than it was before she put herself to sleep. This is wrong; if she could just focus for a minute, she could fix this. "What the..!" Sara nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand roughly grip her naked thigh. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs when she had sat down releasing her bare legs from the formidable heat under the knee-high figure hugging skirt she had been wearing all day. "Cojones, you better remove your hand from my leg, NOW?" she coarsely whispered. "Now that's not nice! Hush, we don't want alert everyone do we. Just relax!" She knew it was Perfection that said that. The last bit, he said so deep and softly, her ears almost missed it but her body didn't. Her nipples were like pokers against the soft lace of her bra. The hand came from her left, she figured it was Rugged. He slid up under her skirt tickling the top of her thigh. Her heart pounded so fast, she thought everyone on the train could hear it. Her brain told her to move his hand but the lust she was now satiated with wanted more of his touch. Another set of hands from above came to rest on her shoulders. They ran softly down the length of her arms until they touched her own hands. That could only have been Perfection. He pulled her hands up to meet his body. With his hands lightly over her own, Sara's hands ran over his taut abs. Her mind was racing; she didn't know what to do. Should she tell them to stop? The train was packed to the hilt and someone might figure out what was going on. "Stop this now...please. I don't want this." She pleaded into the dark but Rugged's hand didn't move away and Perfection's grip on her hands only tightened. Fear was eating at her but so was curiosity. She took in a long, deep breath and tried to think of a plan to get out of this difficult situation. She was now pinned by both men and there was no way she could get up and leave because there was nowhere to go and to be honest, they probably wouldn't let her leave anyway. She was being assaulted on a train whilst surrounded by goodness knows, how many people. Or was she? Being assaulted? The feeling that she'd felt when Rugged had been staring down her top was returning, it was definitely mixed in with the fear and helplessness she felt. She wondered if she could let herself go to those feelings of lust. Rugged must have heard her last thought because almost on cue he began forcing his hand between the triangle of her pussy and closed thighs. Hooking the top of her thong with his finger he slipped in-between her lacy thong to run his fingers along the slit of her sodden pussy. Her body was betraying her; she arched her back with pleasure, opening her legs to receive more of his touch. To still her moans, she bit down on her lip. She knew it was a huge risk but let herself succumb to the dirty and exciting feelings that were unbelievably intoxicating. Abandoning all reason and the tight abs of the man in front of her, she reached out into the darkness, resting her left hand on the leg of Rugged's pants. She drew her fingers up with a feather light touch until she reached the treasure chest she was hunting for. Sara cupped his crotch to find more than her little hand could contain. The hot mass was trapped under his pants, straining against the material and throbbing at her touch. She massaged him as he massaged her mound: lost in the moment when the hand disappeared from her hungry pussy. "Wait, what are you doing?" she whispered, not daring to talk to loud in case someone heard them. "Mmmm, your pussy tastes good, Rugged smacked his lips and lightly licked her earlobe. "Open your mouth." She could smell her own musky aroma. Obeying his command, she opened her mouth to let his finger slip between her luscious lips. She was rewarded with a finger still sticky with her own juices. Smiling, she savoured her own flavour. "You like that huh?" Rugged growled. "Shhhh," Sara couldn't help but think Rugged was trying to get them caught. "I asked you a question; do you like that?" He knew he was talking loud and that was the point. "Yes," she whispered back. "Louder! Little lady." "Yes!" She said loud and proud, not caring if she was heard. It all just added to the excitement. "I've got something for you," Perfection whispered from above. Still holding one of her hands, he perched her hands on the top of his shorts. Slowly, Sara and Perfection slid his shorts down to rest under his hanging heavy balls. That smell, that alluring smell. She recognised that smell anywhere; oh how she loved the smell of cock and it had been a long 8 months since she had had one of those anywhere near her. She needed no encouragement to find that cock and hold it with her soft small hand. Struggling to contain the almost coke can size dick in her one hand; she stroked what seemed like 7-8" of cock pulling him closer to her lips. Perfection got closer to reach the plump lips of the exotic English girl. Opening her legs wide to accommodate the hard cock with the beautiful man at the end, she searched for Rugged's hand and pushed it to her hot, leaking and aching snatch. Rugged didn't need any encouragement either. She returned to hold the two fat cocks that were there for her enjoyment. Holding the base of Perfection's fat cock, she let her tongue dance over his slit. Perfection gasped in pleasure. Licking her lips, she kissed the head over and over again. She licked from the tip down to his low hanging heavy balls. She sucked each one into her mouth and rolled them around. She swirled her tongue around each of his balls whilst stroking his shaft with her hand. Sara moved back up to swirl her tongue over the tip of his cock. Perfection was enjoying it; his hips were rolling and even though she couldn't hear him over the din of the passengers, the salty taste of his pre-cum told her that she was doing the right thing. She revelled in the dirtiness of the moment. How could she suck cock and be finger-fucked on a train in the dark by strangers? What if the lights come one? Sara smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. How could she not? For a brief moment she stopped sucking; lightly holding him; he twitched in her hand. Perfection wanted so badly to be suckled by the English & Cuban beauty. She let the head of his cock rest against her lips and let half of it slide into her cock starved mouth, lightly grazing it with her teeth. The sensations were amazing; Perfection felt weak as he entered her hot wet mouth. Holding the overhead bar to steady himself, he hadn't even realised he was holding his breath. There's nothing like an expert blow job, well except for a nice tight pussy to pound. Rugged, stole her attention by slipping one more of his long rough fingers knuckle deep into her wet pussy. Sara mewled, enjoying every sensation Rugged was creating in her snatch. Rugged pumped her pussy at a slow and sensual pace, pulling back until the tip tickled the opening and coasting right back in again. Her pussy clung to his fingers and that feeling alone caused his hard dick to become unbearably hard. He tried to shift in his seat to ease the discomfort but he needed freedom. Removing her hand from his bulging trapped dick, he pushed himself up off the seat and pulled his dick free through the undone button and zipper. Not without kneeing someone in front of him in the leg. "I'm sorry about that," somebody said out of the darkness. Reaching back for her hand, Rugged placed her around his waiting cock, whimpering as Sara's little hand wrapped itself around his rigid cock. His cock shot up from his crotch but bowed gently in her hand; it was wider than Perfection's but probably a bit shorter. Sara loved the feel of the new addition to their party. A wet cock in her mouth and a warm velvety one in her hand; she couldn't have dreamt this better. Long RIDE Home Removing her mouth from Perfections cock, she spat into her hand and returned to tend to Perfections needs. Rugged was glad to feel the return of Sara's hand and it being wet made the difference between good and great. His cock was now benefiting from a pretty good hand job whilst his fingers dove back into the hungry pussy beside him. She moaned around the engorged skinless head of Perfection's cock with delight, when Rugged found his way back into her clutching pussy. Rugged's renewed energy made her suck Perfection harder. Perfection felt wave after wave of bliss wash over him. His balls were almost in his stomach they were so tight: it wouldn't be long before he blew his load. One hand in Sara's silky hair, he pumped her mouth. Sara bobbed away at the good four inches of cock in her mouth, summoning as much spit as she could to keep it nice and wet. Rugged's stabbing fingers were driving her nuts. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to stay quiet. They were really getting a good rhythm going; Rugged's finger-fucking Sara, Perfection pumping his cock into Sara's face and Sara jacking Rugged's cock. Perfection pulled her closer to him, forcing her to the edge of her seat. Pulling back, Sara prepared herself for what she knew was to come, her favourite...Deep throat. Sara loved to swallow a throbbing hard cock. The thought of it made her pussy leak even more to the delight of Rugged who was still buried in her quim. Sara allowed him to pop the head of his dick in her mouth. Perfection pushed his wet pipe slowly, inch by inch, down her throat: He was in heaven. Putting the tail of his shirt in his mouth to muffle his moans, he pushed his entire dick down her willing throat letting his balls rest against her chin. Sara held still, allowing her throat muscles to relax; it had been about 8 months since she'd last had a cock to suck on. Perfection would have cum right then if she hadn't rested right then. Slowly pulling back she let his cock back out. She let her long tongue trace the base of his cock to the tip. Perfection could feel his stomach knotting and the tell tale feeling in his cum-filled balls was building. Sara let him back in her throat, this time bobbing her head to let him fuck her throat. Perfection moved with slow careful strokes but quickly, his need for release had him face-fucking her at a feverish pace. Perfection got a bit carried away face-fucking the exotic beauty, when he bumped into the man that was standing behind him. "Sorry," said a very squashed passenger, who on impact accidently ended up stepping on Sara's outstretched feet. Sara let out what was probably an ouch around Perfections dick. "Just be careful next time man," Rugged said whilst adding one more finger to the already seeping tight pussy. Using his other hand, Rugged peeled down the sweat laden lacy bra he had eyed when she had undone her blouse earlier. Feeling her ripe left breast in his hand he massaged it. Finding her long hard nipple with his lips, he roughly nibbled and sucked her whilst ploughing his fingers into her tight wet snatch. It wasn't the most comfortable position but they weren't in the best place to remedy it. Sara could feel the excitement building in her: the taboo of having her pussy and breasts exposed and mouth filled on a packed train in the dark with loads of strangers, who she was sure must know what was happening under their noses, was pushing her to the point of no return. Rugged's fingers were pleasing her cunt and his thumb was now rubbing her engorged nub. Her body was tensing and she could hardly breathe in between the retractions of Perfections fat cock. Small little orgasms were rippling through her body but she knew the big one was coming. Perfection's orgasm came fast and nearly wiped him off his feet. All Sara had known was that with as quiet a grunt as he could manage, quickly pulling out of her mouth, he dove one last time into her mouth, pushing past her lips and sliding down her throat to allow his throbbing cock to spit cum down the pretty girl's gullet. Sara enjoyed the sensation of spurt after spurt of his warm, salty, and sticky cum flowing like a river down her throat into her gut as he held her head to his groin. His grip weakened; she pulled back to allow the last few spurts to drip onto her tongue. She loved the taste of cum. The last of his come slowly made its way down her. He slowly deflated and slipped from between her lips. As he slipped away she took the opportunity to work her clit into a frenzy as she jacked Rugged at almost superhuman speed. Rugged was next to go, she could feel his hand shaking inside her cunt. Her hand must have been a blur she was jerking him so fast. His other hand had disappeared from her breast and she could hear him breathing deep and heavily. It sounded like he was running the way he was breathing. She knew it was his time to go and hers was fast approaching. He grunted low and long. Turning her body, she covered the head of his pulsing cock with her mouth to suck the second load she'd had in the last 8 months. She sucked and milked him with her hand; the first, second, third, fourth and fifth jet of cum covering the roof of her mouth. She savoured the warm, salty liquid and swallowed it effortlessly. Rugged could do nothing; he was left both speechless and paralysed by the orgasm wracking through his body. As the waves began to subside, his attention was brought back to the tight-pussied girl that had just sucked him to a new plateau. Perfection had recovered enough to know what he had to do next. The hot English girl hadn't cum yet. Sara was already back rubbing her engorged clit when Rugged found her cunt again and slipped three fingers inside her clasping pussy. Perfection kneeled down in front of her, knocking the poor man behind him again. "Sorry," the poor guy said again. Perfection couldn't have cared less about the damned guy or anyone else. He went in; pulling down her bra to expose her other enormous sweaty breast to the air. Alternating between both beauties, he sucked and blew on both of her sensitive hard nipples. Every part of Sara's body felt incredibly sensitive and the need to cum was consuming her. The pressure was building inside her. Her whole body was on fire and was going to explode soon, really soon. Rugged went at her cunt hard, Sara was rubbing her clit to hell and Perfection began to lightly bite her now overly sensitive nipple and pinch the other. Could the other people hear her? That's when her release came down on her like a tonne of bricks. Sara's body was thrashing from side to side from the intense pleasure she was receiving. The feeling emanated from deep within her and was unlike anything she had experienced before. "mmmm...mmm...MMM... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sara's body shook and contorted as orgasmic pleasure surged through her body. Her pussy cried a waterfall all over Rugged's arm. Luckily, Perfection's greedy mouth had been torn from her breast as the orgasm coursed through her body. He'd already stood up when she squirted all over the front of his trousers. From lap to his shin, he was soaked. A squirter? Fuck, he hadn't seen that coming! Sara gently floated down from cloud nine. Rugged removed his fingers from her sopping pussy which had finally let him go. All she could hear was her own heavy breathing from the marathon orgasm she'd just had. In fact, yes, she could hear her breathing...and...nothing else! The carriage was silent! Fuck! THE CARRIAGE was SILENT! That's when she was hit by the realisation that the yell she had heard was her and was definitely not in her head. Even in her post orgasmic haze she knew that screaming out loud and dead silence was not a good sign. "You fucking asshole! That's what? The third time you stepped on her feet! What the hell did I say the last time? Don't you know..." The Baritone southern American voice came from Rugged. Oh thank goodness! She hoped the passengers would believe that the poor guy stepped on her causing her to scream. She had to stop herself from laughing though; that, she hoped, is a lucky escape. Relieved at the quick thinking of the guy who had just finger-fucked her to the kind of orgasm that her electric dicks could never give her. The arguing between the scapegoat passenger and Rugged carried on through the darkness until he decided to let the poor guy go. The tinny speakers of the train kicked into action again and the voice of the train driver came through again. "Uhh... My apologies customers for the long wait. I've just been told that we'll be moving in a few minutes. Also, I'm sorry about the lights, it seems the lights went out on some of the carriages. So I've reset the lights and they should be on any moment now. My apologies again." The calm after the stormy orgasm was being replaced by the daunting reality of the situation. She felt like a dirty slut but on the other hand, she felt so sexy. She's lucky the lights didn't come on. Pulling herself up the chair again, she wondered what they'd think of her when the lights come back on as she adjusted her thong. The soaked thong slipped between the inflamed lips of her still horny honey pot. She pulled her skirt from over her hips and down across her thighs. Would the look of lust they had had for her change to disgust when the lights flit back on? As she moved back in her seat, she felt the soaking wet skirt under her. That's when she noticed that her toes in her open-toe shoes felt wet too. She hadn't realised she'd squirted. How was she going to hide this? She quickly pulled the bottle of water out of her bag that had been dropped on the floor in all the excitement and placed it on her lap. Sara lifted her bra back over her exposed tender breasts and whilst doing up the buttons, she heard a buzzing sound as the dull emergency lights of the crappy northern line train slowly came to life. Still shielded by Perfection, Sara tried to smooth her hair down but instead, pulled the hair band out of her hair and ran her fingers through it. Just as the full lights came back on, she hurriedly opened the bottle of water and 'accidently' knocked it out of her own hand and over the front of Perfection pants. "Oh no...I'm so sorry," she said softly, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. She wondered if people would believe her cover. Rugged laughed beside her as the other passengers turned to see what was happening. Sara elbowed him but he kept right on laughing. A red-headed woman that had been standing beside 'scapegoat guy' was watching intently on the situation and was shaking her head. "Look you're going to have to pay for this to be dried or something. I'm not walking around looking like I wet myself." The ends of Perfection's lips turned up into an evil smile. The same nosy red-head piped in, "That's only fair!" Sara locked eyes with the woman and the woman smiled back. Sara's heart fluttered: she didn't know what just happened, did she? The red-head must have read her mind because the lady flashed a knowing sort of smile and moved her hand discreetly to the side of her mouth. Sara smiled back and followed the woman's movement to the side of her face. She took in a short sharp breath as the tip of her finger felt a glob of warm moisture just above her top lip. Sara stared intently into the red-heads' eyes as she seductively snaked her long tongue out to retrieve the last little drop of cum from the corner of her lips. Sara smiled at the woman and the woman smiled back. Sara returned her attention to the boys and grimaced "Well...if we get off at the stop coming; I'm sure we can find somewhere to get THIS sorted for you." She gestured toward his crotch. And by 'this' she didn't mean the wet patch, she meant the hard third leg that had sprung back to life in his pants. Led by Rugged, they got up and weaved their way through the crowded carriage to the door passing the red-head as they went. The red-head slipped a small card into Sara's open palm and squeezed it shut. The woman roughly grasped Sara's rounded ass as she followed on behind Rugged. Sara read the words; call me on the back of the card, on the front, Carla Davis, Executive Accountant Tokio Marine. Stuffing the card into her bag, her pussy started to drip all over again. When they pushed their way to the door, Rugged stood in front of her and Perfection, well; he rubbed his hard-on into her well-rounded Cuban buns. Sara reached around Rugged and caressed his cock through his pants. An older man sat on the other side of the glass shielding that Sara and her crew were leaning against. He had a perfectly clear view of what was happening. He looked from Sara's groping hand to, her rolling her ass against Perfection's hard-on, and then to Perfection's rather satisfied face. Perfection met him eye-to-eye and smiled. The man turned a rather worrying colour of red and averted her eyes. He chuckled to himself. When the train finally pulled into the station, they couldn't get off quick enough. Sara walked out in front of them; she knew exactly where they were going next. "My place is 5 minutes away from here boys," Sara called out behind her, The guys watched her Coca-cola shaped figure sashay away from them. They couldn't help but appreciate her full rounded hips and ass. They were also impressed; she has the kind of breasts you can see from behind. Forget Coke, she had a body like a race car and they both wanted a ride! "Your place?" Rugged said grinning from ear to ear. Both men broke out into a little jog to keep up with the exotic hottie. "Oh come on guys. You didn't think that was it, did you?" "No ma'am!"