Sex with two black men in the metro

My feet hurt a lot, so when a seat was left I slipped through the crowd and collapsed into it. Jaime remained standing where we were, about six feet from me. He had the map of the subway in his hand and was looking to see how many stops were left to get to the hotel. He looked up at me and made a gesture making me see that he was a while away.

When he invited me on this trip, I was excited thinking of a perfect romantic getaway, but the truth is that after two days of queues, museums and churches, I was somewhat disappointed. I don't know anything about African or how to get around such a big city, so I was carried away by him at all times.

As the train made stops it became more and more crowded. It was late and people were coming home from workstations. Most of the passengers were of African origin. I already knew that there was a lot of immigration in Paris, but the reality far exceeded expectations. There was a time when we were the only white people in the crowded car.

At one of the stops, the doors opened and Jaime yelled at me that it was ours. The idiot had waited until the last moment to warn me and between the door and I there were about fifteen people crowded together. I tried to push my way between them, but it was difficult because there was barely room to move. I didn't have time to get to the doors and they were closed. You have to be an asshole to get off the train without waiting for me, but he was capable of doing things like that.

On top of everything, he had taken the backpack where my phone went and now we were cut off. The situation was distressing, since he did not know very well how to act.

I thought the best thing would be to get off the next one and get on the train in the opposite direction, to go back to the stop where he got off, assuming that he had stayed there to wait for me, which was not safe either.

I calmed down a bit after having a clear idea of ​​what to do, but the nerves returned when I realized that that next stop was not coming.

Apparently, as I found out later, this was not a normal metro line, but a RER call that went to cities in the Parisian suburbs, and we had already left the limits of Paris.

To all this, with the movement of people, she had been trapped between two boys of considerable size. It seemed like they were friends as they talked and laughed. I am a girl of small stature (1.60m) and very thin. I don't have many curves and a lot of people tell me that I look like a teenager, even though I'm 22 years old. It barely reached their bellies. One of the two wore dreadlocks and was fat. The other was shaved and had impressive musculature, which showed perfectly through the shirt.

They gave off a very strong smell, which I disliked at first, although little by little I got used to it. Between that and the heat in there, I felt a little dizzy and at one point I had to lean on one of them to keep from falling. They looked down at me and started laughing. I blushed and looked down at the ground. He was looking forward to the stop so he could catch his breath, but the train still didn't stop.

Suddenly I noticed how the space between us narrowed suspiciously, and was literally sandwiched between us. I was sure they were doing it on purpose. Terrified because she knew she had nothing to do against them, couldn't escape anywhere, and didn't know any African to ask for help.

At one point things really started to go wrong. The fat man, who was in front of me, lowered his hands and began to touch my small breasts above the shirt. On top of that I wasn't wearing a bra, because I didn't really need it either.

I felt bad, but I couldn't stop my nipples from getting hard with the caresses. He noticed and made it known with an obscene gesture to his friend. They both started laughing out loud. The other boy seemed more shy, and I came to think that the thing would stay there. Nothing could be further from the truth.

The muscular boy, who was behind me, began to rub his pack against my body. The fat man released my breasts to take my right hand and bring it directly to his crotch. As both were wearing tracksuits, you could easily see what was underneath. I couldn't help but look surprised when I realized that he was not shaking my hand to cover a cock of that caliber.

She forced me to stroke her as she got harder and harder. There was a moment when his hands returned to my nipples, and I kept massaging his member through my pants. He no longer forced me, he didn't have to.

The instant I touched her, I stopped being scared and began to become aroused like never before.

The boy behind perked up like his friend and grabbed my ass with a gigantic hand that spanned both my buttocks.

I didn't realize it but a couple of stops passed and I was still there, wrapping myself between his hands and stroking a huge cock that I was crazy to have inside.

In an instant they stopped and took my arm, indicating with a gesture that they were going to get off the train. I, who by now was a puppet in his hands, nodded. We got off at a lonely stop. It was dark at night and there were hardly any people on the platform. They led me by one arm each and continued laughing as at first. I was so intoxicated with excitement that they had to help me walk.

We went into the men's room and the door was bolted. It didn't take long for them to drop their pants and show me what I was dying to see. The muscular boy stripped completely naked, displaying an ebony body that looked like it was chiseled. He had a huge member, about 25cm, which until then was the largest I had ever seen in my life. Although the record would be short-lived.

When I turned my head towards the fat man's cock, I had to rub my eyes to check that my eyes were not deceiving me. It was considerably longer and thicker than his friend's. 30 and up for sure.

I, used to Jaime's medium size, was overwhelmed with so much meat.

They pushed me towards the toilet and I sat down on the toilet. They brought their masts closer and I caught one in each hand, although it was impossible. They let me know they weren't kidding and the fat man grabbed my head and held it to my mouth.

I tried to get it but couldn't. My lips did not open enough so with my tongue I licked where I could. With both of my hands I masturbated the other and he began to remove my clothes with little delicacy.

The fat man, who had the singing voice, lifted me with a blow and made me face his friend. I was barely wearing my panties, but he yanked them off and I was completely naked. I leaned over to his cock and put it in my mouth. My jaw ached from opening it so wide, but I was enjoying it to the fullest. The fat man bent down and started licking my pussy. It was shaved and it was very wet, so his tongue was sliding quickly. It was rough like the skin of a peach, and it was taking me to glory with its licks. I have a very large clitoris, and when it came out it attacked it without mercy and I went into a state of maximum arousal. I pulled my cock out of my mouth so I could scream at ease and so I came for the first time.

I was ecstatic and unable to move much, but they had a lot of energy left.

The fat man picked me up in his arms and his friend came forward. He placed his cock at the entrance to my puddled pussy and slammed it in. For several minutes he was fucking me with strong thrusts that caused me more pain than anything else. I tried to tell him with a gesture to be softer but he ignored him and he was drilling me more and more brutally.

I threw my head back and the fat man leaned in to kiss me. It was a very dirty kiss. He would lick my face, bite my lips, spit at me and then stick his tongue into my mouth as far as he could. That made me horny again, and I started to enjoy the fuck his friend was giving me. But soon he said something and immediately took it out and came on my belly.

Then the fat man, he lifted me up and without turning around he attached me to his tremendous cock. What I felt in those moments was the closest thing to a reverse delivery. I shuddered from head to toe. To my surprise, he fucked me slowly and gently with Forced Sex Stories. At first it only went halfway or so. He started speaking African in my ear. I didn't know what he was saying but I was getting more and more horny. Little by little each time I got more meat to enter inside me, until finally I could have it completely inside.

He was like this for a few seconds without moving until a gentle swaying began that progressively increased in pace. Each time it was growing and soon the violent character of the fat man returned to light. He was pulling my hair back as he pushed very hard. He was pinching my nipples hard and he wouldn't stop piercing me. I started screaming again. I came for the second and third time with that monstrous cock inside me.

Then I was still again. The fat man pulled it out, pushed me to the ground and directed his member at me. I knew what he wanted so I took it with both hands and jerked him off until he came on my face.

The two of them dressed quickly while I was still on the floor. They couldn't stop laughing. They went out and left me there, naked, with cum even in my hair. I couldn't move until after half an hour.

When I did I was able to clean and dress with difficulty. At the station I got on the train and I don't even know how I could get back to the hotel, where Jaime was waiting for me at the reception very worried.

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Of course I didn't tell him anything about what happened. The next day we made love, but it wasn't the same anymore, I couldn't get turned on by him again and we broke up when we got home.