04-04-2020, 06:09 PM
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She saw dried semen encrusting her arm, and she felt a little nauseous. The chlorine taste of old semen was still in her mouth. Immediately, she put on her clothes.
From window, she could see the letters in red light, Park Street, her destination station.
From that day Sonali had been converted in to a Metro whore.
The metro railways used to cover her daily route areas like Balgachia, Shyam bazaar, Grish Park, Central near sealdah, Chandni chowk, Esplanade and Park Street.
It was important to stand close to the exit door as it was the most crowded spot. Within a minute or two, definitely someone would touch Sonali in darkness.
Last week was a full of fucking week. On Monday, she was returning in metro from her college.
It was about six 'o' cloak in the evening when she reached the Balgachia Metro station and rush hour had just started. She began to walk around, and the men would follow close behind. She especially drew a crowd every time she rode up the escalators. You know what? All men were voyeurs, and they were really enjoying the show (so was she). She was getting more and more excited, and finally got up enough nerve to get on the subway packed full of commuters. But first she went into the ladies' room to remove her panties.
She waited for a nearly full train to arrive and got on. Intentionally, Sonali was standing close to exit door where there was too much crowd. It was a dim lit area of the train, virtually it was dark. She was standing over pushing, elbowing and squeezing of male persons' bodies. She was holding her hands on rails above for support.
Several men offered her their seats, but she wanted to ride standing up. The men sitting near her looked up her protruding buttocks above the saree, and erected boobs under bra visible from her transparent blouse as much as they could. It was fun watching them look away when she glanced their way, trying to hide the fact that they were enjoying the free show. Some of the men packed around her, and would lightly touch her legs and ass. One even reached up, and brushed her now hard nipple as he took a pen out of his vest pocket. After sometimes, the train was approaching Shyam Bazar stoppage. After the train stopped, the car ( Bogie) being boarded by a group of men, and was already very crowded. She positioned herself within this group, and rode standing up holding onto the handrail with one hand, and clutching her handbag in the other. When the train moved she 'accidentally' lost her balance, and fell into the man facing her. She placed her hand on his shoulder to brace herself, and he put one of his hands on her side to steady her.
She said, "Sorry."
The man replied with a smile, "It's OK Madam, my pleasure."
She saw dried semen encrusting her arm, and she felt a little nauseous. The chlorine taste of old semen was still in her mouth. Immediately, she put on her clothes.
From window, she could see the letters in red light, Park Street, her destination station.
From that day Sonali had been converted in to a Metro whore.
The metro railways used to cover her daily route areas like Balgachia, Shyam bazaar, Grish Park, Central near sealdah, Chandni chowk, Esplanade and Park Street.
It was important to stand close to the exit door as it was the most crowded spot. Within a minute or two, definitely someone would touch Sonali in darkness.
Last week was a full of fucking week. On Monday, she was returning in metro from her college.
It was about six 'o' cloak in the evening when she reached the Balgachia Metro station and rush hour had just started. She began to walk around, and the men would follow close behind. She especially drew a crowd every time she rode up the escalators. You know what? All men were voyeurs, and they were really enjoying the show (so was she). She was getting more and more excited, and finally got up enough nerve to get on the subway packed full of commuters. But first she went into the ladies' room to remove her panties.
She waited for a nearly full train to arrive and got on. Intentionally, Sonali was standing close to exit door where there was too much crowd. It was a dim lit area of the train, virtually it was dark. She was standing over pushing, elbowing and squeezing of male persons' bodies. She was holding her hands on rails above for support.
Several men offered her their seats, but she wanted to ride standing up. The men sitting near her looked up her protruding buttocks above the saree, and erected boobs under bra visible from her transparent blouse as much as they could. It was fun watching them look away when she glanced their way, trying to hide the fact that they were enjoying the free show. Some of the men packed around her, and would lightly touch her legs and ass. One even reached up, and brushed her now hard nipple as he took a pen out of his vest pocket. After sometimes, the train was approaching Shyam Bazar stoppage. After the train stopped, the car ( Bogie) being boarded by a group of men, and was already very crowded. She positioned herself within this group, and rode standing up holding onto the handrail with one hand, and clutching her handbag in the other. When the train moved she 'accidentally' lost her balance, and fell into the man facing her. She placed her hand on his shoulder to brace herself, and he put one of his hands on her side to steady her.
She said, "Sorry."
The man replied with a smile, "It's OK Madam, my pleasure."
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