13-05-2019, 08:27 PM
As I was wearing a chiffon sari, he could easily grip my panty elastic over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my panty elastic upwards, it caused the small fabric to bunch up in my ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my petticoat for his hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time. Just then I almost gasped with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides. My grip on the handle tightened as his palms started running over my flat belly. Very soon he was circling my belly button.
I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.
"Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to enter my petticoat", I pleaded silently.
Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for the place every Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming my breasts. As he squeezed and mauled my boobs, I felt a third hand on my right thigh.
I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on my right. He had his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in his hand. Indeed he and his partner were masturbating looking at me.
Soon the hands on my breasts moved away slightly. But they came back again searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying to slip the sari off my shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder.
At the same time, the shagging man put his hand below my knee and started to pull up my sari.
"Why didn't I wear a formal dress today" I cursed myself.
Luckily the way I was standing, he could expose my legs only up to my knees. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that although he could not pull up my sari, his hands definitely could. The man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.
This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward.
By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the floor. He started caressing my cunt over the panty. He even tugged my underwear into my cunt, moving his finger around slightly. My body started to respond to his touch, as my cunt stared to get wet. But then the hand withdrew.
The hand then caught hold of my hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load on my fingers. He then guided my hand to my face. He wanted me to lick it. But I turned away, making him wipe his sticky semen on my cheeks. I tried to wipe it with my shoulders.
At this time I was a couple of stops away from my house. So I decided to get out of this by getting down a stop early and walk home from there. So I shrugged off the two men and rushed to the back door, and got down on the next stop. It was 10 minutes' walk to my house from there. But the sight of the Ticket Checker (TC) greeted me. The sight of this man reminded me that I forgot to pick up my purse in the bus and my ticket was in my purse.
"Where is your ticket madam?" he asked in Bengali.
I replied in English saying I lost it in the bus.
Even as he was listening, his eyes were traveling all over my body. I read his name batch. It had Mr. R.A.Singh written on it. I asked him whether he spoke any Hindi. As he nodded I explained it to him that it was due to the heavy rush, but he did not take my reason and asked why then did I get down one stop early. This question left me silent. He asked me for the fine. I reminded him that I did not have the purse and offered to pay him taking him to the house, which was only 10 minutes away.
He thought for some time, and looked at his watch. It was about 6:45 p.m. and was totally dark and really cold. He said he couldn't do that and would have to take me to the nearby security officer station, and that someone from the house had to come and pay for me. But I explained to him that I was alone at my house and also new in the city and so did not know too many people too well. He got lost in thought for some time. Then he looked at me and said then I would have to stay in the lock-up till someone paid for me.
I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.
"Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to enter my petticoat", I pleaded silently.
Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for the place every Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming my breasts. As he squeezed and mauled my boobs, I felt a third hand on my right thigh.
I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on my right. He had his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in his hand. Indeed he and his partner were masturbating looking at me.
Soon the hands on my breasts moved away slightly. But they came back again searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying to slip the sari off my shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder.
At the same time, the shagging man put his hand below my knee and started to pull up my sari.
"Why didn't I wear a formal dress today" I cursed myself.
Luckily the way I was standing, he could expose my legs only up to my knees. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that although he could not pull up my sari, his hands definitely could. The man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.
This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward.
By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the floor. He started caressing my cunt over the panty. He even tugged my underwear into my cunt, moving his finger around slightly. My body started to respond to his touch, as my cunt stared to get wet. But then the hand withdrew.
The hand then caught hold of my hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load on my fingers. He then guided my hand to my face. He wanted me to lick it. But I turned away, making him wipe his sticky semen on my cheeks. I tried to wipe it with my shoulders.
At this time I was a couple of stops away from my house. So I decided to get out of this by getting down a stop early and walk home from there. So I shrugged off the two men and rushed to the back door, and got down on the next stop. It was 10 minutes' walk to my house from there. But the sight of the Ticket Checker (TC) greeted me. The sight of this man reminded me that I forgot to pick up my purse in the bus and my ticket was in my purse.
"Where is your ticket madam?" he asked in Bengali.
I replied in English saying I lost it in the bus.
Even as he was listening, his eyes were traveling all over my body. I read his name batch. It had Mr. R.A.Singh written on it. I asked him whether he spoke any Hindi. As he nodded I explained it to him that it was due to the heavy rush, but he did not take my reason and asked why then did I get down one stop early. This question left me silent. He asked me for the fine. I reminded him that I did not have the purse and offered to pay him taking him to the house, which was only 10 minutes away.
He thought for some time, and looked at his watch. It was about 6:45 p.m. and was totally dark and really cold. He said he couldn't do that and would have to take me to the nearby security officer station, and that someone from the house had to come and pay for me. But I explained to him that I was alone at my house and also new in the city and so did not know too many people too well. He got lost in thought for some time. Then he looked at me and said then I would have to stay in the lock-up till someone paid for me.
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