Midnight Train for Georgia

Georgia sat staring into space, office life carrying on around her while she gazed blankly out of the window. Her mind wandered, wondering and planning how to change her evening around.

It was Friday afternoon, and her dilemma was that her sales team had hit an all-time record, and pulled in a lucrative deal. Their boss had bought several boxes of wine and lagers for them to toast their success. Normally that would have been brilliant news, but Georgia had promised she'd travel back down to London to spend time with her parents at their home as it was her mother's birthday.

She quickly snapped back to reality and checked available train times. That mode of transport would get her home quicker and allow her to have a few drinks, something she couldn't do if driving back. The train station was only five minutes' walk away so she set an alarm on her phone and booked the ticket.

Georgia had never had a proper serious relationship. She was far from being a virgin but had put all her efforts into university and pushing herself workwise that she didn't allow time for a full-time relationship. She had a couple of friends with benefits and wondered if she should indulge her mother with details of one of them when the inevitable question came up about settling down. Georgia was quite happy renting her small apartment on her own.

She phoned her mum to tell her she'd let herself in as it would be late and asked her to sort out an outfit for her to wear the following day. Despite moving into the apartment three years ago her bedroom at her parents was still intact, along with a lot of her clothes. This would also mean Georgia wouldn't need to pack a case to travel with. Out of the office, straight onto the train, no messing about.

The evening turned out to be fun. It helped that there was only one other woman around the same age as herself, twenty-six years old. There were two others but they'd been around for a while, both in their fifties, which meant when the drinks started flowing, the flirty comments started to be aimed at herself and her young accomplice. Georgia had taken a shine to a guy she'd been talking to, she hadn't recognised him and when asked he told her he was Dave and he worked at one of the smaller offices in the city and not at the main office.

Music played loudly, Georgia gyrating sexily around Dave, both of them enjoying teasing each other. She pulled Dave into a corridor and kissed him hungrily, forcing her tongue down his throat. His hands wandered over her body, squeezing her arse and tits, her hand wandering down over his growing bulge. They quickly sprang apart as a door opened, pretending they were both chatting. Georgia looked at her watch, she had about thirty minutes before she had to leave for her train. She excused herself saying she needed the toilet. Getting in there she quickly removed her bra and slipped it into her handbag, then slid her thong down over her stocking-clad legs and placed that into her bag also, noting how damp the gusset was.

Going back to the main room she looked around for Dave. Her idea was to drag him to the toilets, even if people saw them go, and ride him as hard and fast as she possibly could. Disappointedly, she couldn't find him, someone telling her that they thought he'd left. Soon the alarm sounded on her phone, so she made her way to the train station.

Getting there she was confused as to how many people were about. Birmingham New Street is a busy train station at most times, but tonight seemed overly busy, especially at 11.30 pm. She saw a guard and asked him why to be told the concert had finished and there were a lot more people than normal trying to get home. It didn't help that a train had been cancelled meaning more people were waiting for the train she was to catch.

Georgia had forgotten about the concert, a famous singer was visiting the city. People were getting agitated with waiting, more so when an announcement rang out that some of the extra carriages would be standing only to try to get everyone on board as the next train wasn't for another thirty minutes. The train finally arrived to ironic cheers and a crowd of people surged for the doors. Georgia found herself moving with the crowd, trying to get through to another part of the train, but giving up with her attempts useless.

Getting into a carriage it was a standing one, with no seats at all. The carriage quickly filled, with no space between people as they packed in like sardines. Any thoughts of walking the train to wait for a seat were quickly dismissed from Georgia's thoughts. At least she was on the train, she'd hold put until it emptied a little, then try to find a seat.

The train started moving, Georgia putting a hand up to one of the leather grab handles to steady herself as the train rocked its inhabitants like they were bobbing about in the sea. Various bodies around her nudged into her occasionally, usually getting by a sorry, even though it was inevitable with the train swaying and bumping. She felt someone move behind her, the back of a hand resting along her arse. Georgia turned and saw a man behind her. He was a little shorter than she was, mainly due to the six-inch heels she was wearing. He was around her age, quite decent looking although he wasn't looking at her directly. He was leaning on the carriage wall, in a corner so nobody was behind him.

The train rocked and the hand brushed along the crease of her arse, a firmer touch. Once they'd stopped rocking the hand stayed where it was. She felt the fingers move slightly, brushing slowly across her buttocks, then down to her thighs. Georgia was wearing a black skirt that reached halfway down her thighs, but the hand had found the split at the back. She trembled as fingers grazed across her skin, down over her stocking tops, then back up again. They stopped on her thigh, pushing inwards between her legs. That was the point when she remembered her underwear was in her handbag still.

Georgia quickly looked around. Nobody seemed to have noticed or was doing a very good job of ignoring it. She glanced over her shoulder, but still, he wasn't looking, facing away to look down towards the carriage. She could have cried out. She could have made a scene. But something inside her told her not to. Maybe it was the trickle of her pussy juice starting to ease from her. Maybe it was Dave who had left her high and dry. Either way, she felt a weird pleasure at being groped with so many people around.

She jumped a little as the fingers edged upwards. She bit her lip as the hand snaked upwards and paused, tantalisingly close. If they were waiting for an invitation they got it when Georgia altered her legs slightly and her thighs parted a little more. What seemed like an eternity later, one solitary finger slid into her wet folds. Georgia darted her head, looking around anxiously. Surely someone else had heard the sound of her pussy squelching at the touch, it seemed so loud?

The finger slid from back to front, just missing her clit, a little at a time until it rested on her arsehole. Again it seemed to wait for an invite. No stranger to anal sex, in fact often preferring it, Georgia wiggled slightly so the finger pushed open her tight puckered hole. Now knowing it was fine, the finger withdrew and slid back to her pussy and then into her arse again. It repeated the pattern a few times, and then Georgia exhaled as the middle finger was thrust right in, right up to the hilt, the flat hand pushing against her buttocks. A couple of people looked around at the sound of Georgia, who smiled back and said sorry. They turned back to their phones and stared down at the floor.

The finger was twisted inside her, this way and that. Georgia had forgotten she was holding her handbag until a hand reached from behind and placed it on the floor between them both. Having a hand free now her wrist was grabbed lightly, pulling it behind her. Her hand was placed firmly across his crotch. Oh boy. Georgia exhaled again. If she was excited at the feel of Dave's bulge, this was something else. Her hand snaked down, tracing the path of his cock, reaching down onto his thigh. He didn't even feel fully erect. The hand on her wrist guided her hand back to his zip. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too.

She undid his zip slowly, part in suspense and part so as not to make a noise with the zip. Once fully down she reached inside. Like Georgia herself, he was going commando. With nothing in the way, her fingers traced softly along his flesh, hot to the touch. With a little manoeuvering she fished out his cock. The hand went to her wrist again, helping her to start stroking him, then left her to carry on. Georgia closed her eyes as she felt the rapidly growing cock pushing into the small of her back with each stroke.

Opening her eyes she saw a man on the opposite side of the train staring directly at her, a wry smile on his face. Could he see what she was doing? He nodded his approval and motioned for her to open a button. Georgia looked down and realised why he was staring. She didn't pretend to think her 32B breasts made men stare, but her inch-long erect nipples, now fully on show under the flimsy silk blouse, certainly did. She shook her head in disapproval but smiled when she saw his look of mock dissatisfaction. It wasn't that Georgia wasn't tempted, but both of her hands were a little busy right now. He quickly looked away, almost caught staring by his wife standing next to him.

She felt a hand on the cock she was holding, and it brushed her hand away. She felt the cock trace a path down her leg, down to her stocking tops, then pushed into her inner thighs and upwards, slowly so as not to attract attention. She felt it pushed higher and higher, a trail of pre-cum on her inner thighs, then it nudged between her wet lips. Surely he wasn't going to insert it? She hadn't finished thinking about it before the head was inside her. Georgia realised he'd bent his knees slightly, so getting back to a standing position pushed his cock into her. She took her now free hand, still sticky with his pre-cum, and put it over her mouth to suppress her groans.

Slowly but surely he pushed upwards, reaching into her, Georgia thinking it was never going to stop. Finally, she felt his pubic hair nestled against her arse, his cock plugged way up into her. She hadn't seen it, but she guessed he was around nine inches long. She felt a hand on her hips as he pulled her back onto him, keeping her still. He didn't move, instead letting the swaying and occasional bumping of the train twist his cock inside her. Georgia had to bite her hand to stop herself from moaning out loud. Soon afterwards, the train stopped at a station.

A few people got off, leaving a couple of spaces around. The people around Georgia were still there, still blocking any other view of them. She shuddered at the feel of a finger being pushed into her arsehole without warning but pushed back. Waiting for the train to start moving again, she felt the cock being withdrawn from her pussy, as slowly as it had been inserted. Georgia was a little unhappy, despite where they were she'd enjoyed the thrill of being impaled on a cock with so many oblivious people around them.

Her unhappiness soon changed, as she felt the cock nudging at her arsehole. He kept it in place, again like he was waiting for an invitation. Georgia was now glad that despite how long his cock was, it wasn't the fattest she'd ever had. She knew she'd have no problem accommodating him anally, she just didn't know if she could do so without crying out. Taking a quick look around her, she bent her knees a little so the cock pushed into her arse a little. His cock was soaked with her pussy juices and his pre-cum, and slid in quite easily. She bit her hand again, looking down at the floor as he slowly filled her arse with his cock.

Georgia thought sure someone would see now but saw that her skirt still looked correct at the front, not even up enough to be showing her stocking tops. She desperately wanted to ride this cock hard but knew she couldn't. She had to make do with the movement of the train, feeling his veins on her inner walls, his cock head far up inside her. She wanted to reach down and finger her pussy, rub at her clit, to make herself cum. It took all of her self-control not to.

For ten minutes they stood like this until they approached a station and an announcement was made about passengers needing to change trains for a different destination. As people started to depart the train and gaps appeared, a train guard came into the carriage and told the remaining people they were sorry about them having to stand, but now if they moved down the carriages there should be enough room for people to find a seat now. There were a few ironic cheers as the train started moving again, the guard looking at Georgia with a puzzled look on his face. He moved away back down the train.

The guy behind Georgia started to pull his cock slowly from her arse, and she heard him put it back into his trousers as he smoothed her skirt back down at the back. He moved her forward a little, but put his hand on her hip to tell her to wait until the others had all gone. Giving it a little while, they walked into the first carriage with seats. Two men sat at the far end, nobody else in the carriage, everyone else had moved further down the train. He ushered Georgia into the first seats, at the far end from the two men.

He didn't waste time, moving her onto the table between the two bench seats and sitting down. He put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs upwards, displaying her wet pussy, and sank his head forward. Georgia only momentarily saw his face before it disappeared between her thighs. His tongue went straight to her clit, his hands caressing up and down her stocking-clad thighs, then feeling her body shake he thrust three fingers into her arse. That did the trick for Georgia who came, biting her hand again to try to subdue her groans.

Barely giving her time to relax he'd stood, pulled her forward and pushed his cock into her mouth. Georgia felt him start to erect as she worked her mouth on him, swirling her tongue around, savouring the mixed taste of their combined juices. Fully erect, he pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her lengthways across the table. His cock went straight for her arse, making her yelp as she filled her with two thrusts. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her as she fucked her hard, her back rubbing along the hard table, her head lolling off the end.

Georgia tried to look down the gangway, her head being thrown from side to side, her eyes closing with the hard thrusts into her arse. She felt the hands push her skirt up so it bunched around her waist like a belt. She suddenly felt cool air on her nipples as her blouse was pulled open. She opened her eyes thinking she could hear footsteps. Despite the pleasure she felt, she was scared that they'd been caught.

She looked up and saw nothing. Then she heard voices, foreign-sounding, not understanding what they were saying. The man fucking her had stopped, and he laughed, followed by others laughing. She tried to look to see who was there, but a hand was on the back of her head. Without removing his cock she was forced around on the table, her head now by the other seats, lying on her front. She saw legs, heard a zip, and a hand grabbed her hair and directed a cock into her mouth. She slurped greedily on it, the taste seemed different, and then the cock in her arse started fucking her again.

Hands in the small of her back pinned her down. The cock in her mouth took over and started to fuck her, making her gag and saliva drool out of her mouth and down his shaft. After a while, he moved, and a fresh cock took his place. Georgia knew it was a different cock as it was still dry. Hands cover her ears as this cock was forced roughly into her mouth too. She heard laughter again. Were there just the three of them? She'd long since stopped caring, feeling another orgasm brewing. The guy fucking her arse sensed it and fucked her harder still, sliding a finger onto her clit. This time Georgia cried out loudly, as loud as the cock in her mouth allowed.

She lay slumped across the table, not moving as both cocks were withdrawn from her. More laughter, then her body moved again. This time she was stood at the end of the table, hands again keeping her pinned down. She felt hands on her ankles, felt them pulled wide apart, and then something wrapped around them. The hands now moved, she tried to move her legs and couldn't.

"You don't need to restrain me, I'll do what you want," Georgia said.

"You already are," a voice said in broken English, followed by more laughter.

She felt her blouse being removed, then it was used to tie her hands under the table. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, acting as a cushion against the hard table edge. She felt a cock nudge against her arse and squealed as he entered her roughly. There were no formalities, he fucked her hard, leaning over her, his stomach pressing down onto her back. She knew it was someone different from the size of his cock. He fucked her arse relentlessly for around thirty seconds, then pulled out, slapping her arse hard as he did so, leaving a big red handprint which made them all laugh again.

Her arse still gaped open as another cock entered her. She knew this was the third guy, his cock was shorter but fatter than the others. This one fucked her methodically, slowly pulling out before taking her breath away as he slammed his entire length in, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly for leverage. Georgia cried out with each thrust which seemed to excite him. Her head turned to one side anyway, she felt hands pull it as close to the edge of the table as the restraints would allow, and a cock was introduced to her lips.

"Clean it" a voice boomed out, again in broken English.

The cock was pushed in as she opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around it automatically, Georgia had gone into auto-pilot. She could taste her anal juices on him, smeared with his pre-cum, and slurped on it greedily. Luckily she was used to doing ass-to-mouth and regularly douched.

The guys continued in the same pattern, fucking her arse for a short while and then putting their cocks into her mouth. Her arse had been slapped hard a few times now and was red and smarting, her arse getting sorer and sorer with the guys using no lubricant. She heard them talking but couldn't understand the words, it wasn't a language she understood. She thought she heard a door open and another voice, but no footsteps so she thought she was hearing things.

A cock was pushed into her arse again, Georgia's arse getting fucked hard and fast, hands pulling her buttocks apart as he fucked her sore hole. She felt hands untying the blouse around her hands and stretched her arms out to shake some of the numbness away. Hands gripped her wrists and pulled them behind her back, lifting her just off the table. Her nipples scraped along the hard surface as the thrusts pushed her back and forth. Georgia got ready for him to pull out and be replaced, but this one kept going. His grunts got louder and louder until finally, he thrust into her, shouting out loudly, his cum shooting deep into the depths of her arsehole. He thrust a few more times, each time more semen seeping out and flooding her arse. Laughing, he pulled out his cock and wiped it across her buttocks.

Hands spread her buttocks again and more laughter as his semen started to run from her very red and sore hole. It trickled across her pussy lips, down over her thighs, running down her now soaked stockings. She heard more laughter, camera clicks and the light from the flash. Georgia went to move but couldn't, her legs were still bound. The restraints were unwrapped from her ankles, two of the guys had used the belts they'd been wearing. Taking the last few snaps of her worn-out arsehole, Georgia was turned around. Her skirt tumbled to the floor, landing in a sticky wet mess that had accumulated. Hands went to her head and pushed her down into a squatting position, her back leaning against the table legs, her knees splayed wide and pointing in either direction down the gangway.