Blissful Torment

I have a confession to make.

This morning, I took the tube to work, like I (and many other Londoners) do every day. I use the Metropolitan line now, as I moved house in February. It's a bit of a ... special line. We just lovingly call it the Met, because it's been with us for a very long time indeed, it goes an incredible 41.4 miles and serves an impressive 34 stations. Really, it has always been famous, but recently it became infamous, but I will get to that.

In Chalfont & Latimer, I waited at the very end of the platform. The other carriages would be overcrowded, but the last one would always have a place for me. I boarded the train with two other women whom I paid no heed, and about twenty men. I had barely stepped over the pink line on the ground saying "FREE USE" before I felt a hand slide up my skirt.

I was pushed to my knees before the doors closed, and I had a cock in either hand, and one in my mouth as the train started moving. At Chorleywood I swallowed a first load. At Rickmansworth I got the other two cocks served, juicy gooey cum on my tongue. By Watford I was kneeling sideways on a seat, and a thirsty teenager was railing my cunt as if he wanted to have a career in jackhammering. At Croxley one of my regulars showed up, a massive black guy called Matt, and he lifted me up so that I could get fucked in both holes at once. I came so hard I saw stars.

The rest of the trip was just a blur of cocks (and one pussy), and when I staggered out of the train covered in cum I had lost my panties (again) because they had gotten used to stuff another girl's mouth. Truthfully I was glad for that, she had gotten quite loud after her sixteenth or seventeenth orgasm. I'm pretty sure she missed her stop as well.

Women's rights groups had protested the introduction of free use cars, and as the CEO of London Underground Limited company which runs the tubes, I insisted to use the Mets as a trial run, as I ride it every day. Me being personally affected by it really took the wind out of the opposition's sails; No matter how brutally I got abused every morning, I would insist that this was worth it for the greater good.

They just missed one small fact: I only did it because getting fucked by a dozen cocks twice a day is my biggest fantasy come true. This would never have become reality if I had not wanted it

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