After some hours at the next station, many more passengers got on the train, and our compartment was nearly full. Everyone wanted to sleep, so I too slept on my seat, and the other passengers on my seat went on the upper berth and the middle berth. I was on the bottom. And he was on the bottom as well.
I had a few phone calls to make to my parents as well as my flatmate. I called my parents and told them I would be there in the morning or afternoon, depending on the timing. And then I called my flatmate and told her that I had a very exciting story to tell her. She was thrilled, but I told her I couldn’t tell her right now. And then I went to sleep. He didn’t bother saying anything, and we didn’t talk much. In the middle of the night, he woke me up. He was feeling my ass and playing with it. He was rubbing all over my buttocks with his hand. I said it’s ok, just don’t do it now; someone will see us. He offered to go to the washroom with me. I looked everywhere; everyone was asleep, and the only people awake were in the other compartment. So he took me to the other side. I guess some people noticed us going but didn’t bother us much.
He took me in the bathroom and lifted my skirt and pulled down my pants. He saw the pad and said, “See, the bleeding has stopped.” I saw it, and I was happy that it stopped. He asked me, “Are you still wet?” I didn’t answer, and he asked, “Did you enjoy that earlier?” I just nodded, and he pushed his finger into my pussycat. And asked again, “Did you enjoy it, miss?” And I said yes. He took it out and then asked me, “Have I ever taken a Dick in my mouth?” I said never, and he said, “Let’s do it then.” He pushed me down, and I was on my knees. He took his pants off, and his dick was in front of my face. He slapped me with it. I got addicted to that smell. It was a manly smell, the smell of dried cumin. I licked the top of his dick, and he said, “Open your mouth,” and I did. He pushed his dick in my mouth, and I started playing with my tongue in my mouth by licking his dick while he was in my mouth. It was on my bucket list to give a blowout, and I was now doing it. He started to slowly fuck my face, and it was going deeper and deeper with every thrust. He grabbed my hair and pulled it towards himself. He held my head like that for 10 seconds, and I was almost passing out. He cut off my oxygen, and I wasn’t able to breathe; it was making me horny. He did this many times and played with my life. I could have died; he spat in my face, and I licked it like a beautiful slut. I was totally giving my best and did all the nasty things.
He came into my mouth and pushed it deep in my throat. He told me there was no wasting of time. I struggled, but I managed to get the whole thing down my throat. He then made me stand up and take my pants off. He took my pad and made me smell it. I took a deep breath, and it was amazing. My pussyjuice smells so good.
He rubbed it on my face and then threw it in the toilet. He then bent me over. I was in uttanasana, a yoga position. It was good because I was very active in Yaga when I was younger. He pushed his dick in my pussy and started to fuck me, but this time it was way smoother and a lot less painful. The pain felt like pleasure. I was feeling horny. He fucked me for about 25 minutes and then turned me around, took off the condom, and sprayed all the cum on my face, giving me a facial. He pushed all the dirt from my face into my mouth, put on his pants, and left. I quickly put my hand on the lock to close the door, but he held it open. It wasn’t him; it was the man who sat opposite us. He said, “I have seen all of it, and he will not let me go if I don’t open the door.” I opened it, and I saw the man who fucked me twice standing behind him.