I was fast asleep, completely tired from the gangbang. Suddenly, warm water splashed all over my face. I woke up coughing and gasping for air. When I tried to open my eyes, they burned badly. I wiped them and saw something shocking.
The train’s ticket collector (TC) was peeing all over my face and my naked body. Some of his salty piss got into my mouth while I gasped, and it splashed into my eyes, making them burn. I realised I was sitting there totally naked, dripping in the TC’s pee, while the other men laughed at me.
“What the hell is going on here, Rahul?” I yelled at my husband.
“Calm down, Lakshmi. Everything is under control,” Rahul said.
“What control?!” I cried. “I am sitting naked, covered in piss! Why is the ticket collector here? Are you turning me into a whore?”
Everyone stopped laughing. Rahul sat next to me. “Darling, stop crying. You know I won’t hurt your feelings,” he said softly. “
Don’t worry about the TC. I told him about our deal with the foreigners. He is happy to help us and make sure we have no trouble on the train. In return, he wants to fuck you too. The rules about no photos or videos are the same, and he will pay for all our future train trips. Plus, you’re my loving whore wife; I will make sure your wet pussy gets totally used.”
That calmed me down, and I stopped crying. The TC stepped closer with his dick hanging out of his pants and wiped my tears. “Don’t worry, you will have a great time,” he said.
With his dick right in my face, I looked up and smirked. “You should drink more water. Your piss is dark yellow.”
The guys laughed. The TC was a short, fat man in his mid-30s with dark skin, just like the Nigerian guy. He had a 7-inch dick, but it was incredibly thick—the thickest one there. He had red Gutka (tobacco) stains on his teeth and on his dirty white shirt.
His thick dick and balls were covered in long, messy pubic hair; he had probably never shaved down there.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s 2:30 AM,” the Japanese guy said.
“You bastards didn’t even let me sleep after fucking me for hours,” I complained.
“It’s not their fault,” the TC said. “I couldn’t control myself after seeing your naked body. So, I pissed on you to wake you up. Your husband has great plans for us to fuck you. Rahul, shall we start?”
“Whenever you want,” my husband said. “My wife is yours to use as a slut.”
The TC didn’t wait. He stepped close, rubbed his smelly dick on my lips, and grabbed my heavy boob. His dick smelled bad and had so much hair.
“You guys used her very well,” the TC said. “Her boobs are red but huge like melons. I wonder how her pussy looks. Rahul, is her pussy safe, or did you stretch it and tear it?”
“Well… I think the Nigerian guy tore it a little because she bled a bit when he first fucked her,” Rahul said.
“My pussy is perfectly fine,” I snapped. “I bet you won’t even last three minutes inside my tight hole. By the way, when did you last take a bath? You smell like a dirty pig.”
“You smell like my piss right now, but I’m not complaining,” the TC fired back. “Keep your mouth open only to suck cock. A cheap whore like you shouldn’t even be allowed to do that. If you open your mouth to talk again, I will tear it like your pussy. Rahul, if you rented this whore to me, I’d take her to my village and make her suck my buffalo’s dick to extract my buffalo’s cum. First, let me see your wet pussy. Spread your legs.”
Everyone laughed, and honestly, I loved being insulted like that. Like a dirty little slut, I obeyed. I spread my legs wide open and lifted my big ass to give him a clear view of my dripping hole. The TC used his fingers to open my pussy lips and shoved two thick fingers deep inside my wetness.
Squelch… “Mmm… her pussy is swollen, but it’s ready to get fucked,” he said. “I love her brown pussy and that tight pink hole. It looks tasty. This bitch is already leaking everywhere.” He pulled his fingers out and wiped my sticky pussy juice right on my belly.
“Thanks for giving my pussy a passing grade,” I teased. “So, what are you guys going to do to me?” The TC squeezed my boobs hard. “You will find out. For now, wrap your lips around my dick.”
I obeyed and took his thick dick into my mouth. Slurp… His hairy balls brushed my chin. The taste was gross—bitter and salty—but his pre-cum was already dripping onto my tongue. He told me to get off the bed. He lay down and ordered me to pull off his pants and underwear. I did.
His underwear had holes and smelled like sweat and old piss. I got right between his legs and sucked his thick, dark cockhead. Slurp, slosh… I used both hands to stroke his hard shaft while my mouth worked on him. Behind me, the Mexican guy kneeled down and started eating my ass.
His warm tongue is swirling around my tight hole. My husband just stood there, stroking his own hard dick, enjoying the dirty show: his wife sucking off the dirty TC while a Mexican ate her ass. The Japanese and Nigerian guys stepped out to smoke.
“Rahul, come open her asshole with your dick,” the TC said. “I will keep her mouth busy with my cock so she doesn’t scream. The Mexican guy has licked her pussy and ass so much that her juices are dripping down her legs.”
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I stopped sucking for a second and looked at Rahul with pure fear in my eyes. He just smiled, “Don’t worry, baby. A moment of pain is worth a lifetime of pleasure,” he said smoothly.
“Then why don’t you let the TC fuck your ass?!” I yelled.
Smack! The TC slapped my face incredibly hard. I flew off the bed and hit the floor face-first. My cheek had his bright red handprint, and my face was covered in dirt. The Nigerian and Japanese guys heard the noise and ran back in, finding me furious on the floor.
“What happened, Rahul? Why is Lakshmi on the floor?” the Nigerian asked.
“She was shouting at her husband, so I taught her a lesson,” the TC said.
“You bastards only know how to slap!” I screamed. “Show how much of a man you are by fucking my wet pussy! You can’t even stay hard for three minutes!”
The TC looked shocked.
“Lakshmi, be quiet! There are other people on this train,” the Japanese guy warned. We all froze. The Nigerian guy peeked out the door, but luckily, no one was there.
The TC grabbed my hair, pulled my face close, and hissed, “I will stretch your pussy so hard today, you will need your whole fist just to play with yourself later.”
“Let’s see if you can even last five minutes first,” I spat back.
Without a word, the TC shoved his smelly dick deep into my throat, forcing my head up and down roughly. “Rahul, what are you waiting for? Fuck her tight ass, or I will,” the TC grunted.
“Before I fuck her ass, I would like all your contribution, so please spit on her asshole to make it wet,” my husband said. Everyone smiled and spat their wet saliva directly onto my asshole and ass cheeks.
The Japanese guy poured some hair oil on my ass and rubbed it deeply into my tight little hole. To be honest, he was gentler than my own husband.
“Baby, please… be gentle,” I begged.
“Don’t worry, darling, I will go slow,” Rahul promised.
I was placed on my hands and knees in doggy style. The Nigerian and Japanese guys stood on my sides; one hand playing roughly with my heavy boobs, the other spreading my ass cheeks wide open for my husband. The TC held my face tight, keeping his thick dick shoved down my throat so I couldn’t scream.
I felt the thick tip of my husband’s dick rubbing against my asshole. Because I was so scared, my hole was very tight. He dipped his fingers in the hair oil and slid his pinkie finger inside me first. I tried to look back, but the TC held my head in place.
Soon, my husband pushed his middle finger in, and then his thumb, stretching me out. The Mexican guy poured more oil on Rahul’s dick and right onto my asshole. I thought he would go slow, but that bastard shoved his entire hard dick deep into my tight ass in one single, violent thrust.
“MMMMM!” The pain was awful. I bit down hard on the TC’s dick out of pure agony, making him yell in pain too. My husband grabbed my hips tightly from behind, and nobody moved as hot tears rolled down my face. Finally, he slowly pulled his dick out. The relief was huge.
“No… ahh… no more ass-fucking. Please, stop!” I cried.
The Nigerian guy grabbed my neck. “I paid your husband a lot of money to fuck you. I will fuck every single hole in your body and pump it full of my warm cum. I don’t care if it’s your ass, pussy, or mouth!”
He let go of my neck, grabbed my wrists, tied my hands tightly behind my back, and forced me to stay on my knees.
“Rahul, fuck her ass exactly how you fuck her pussy,” the Nigerian ordered. “We are losing time. It’s almost 3:45 AM.”
Rahul got behind me again. “Sorry, baby, I have to do this,” he whispered. He poured more oil and rammed his dick straight back into my ass.
“AH! God, no, it hurts!” I screamed loudly, crying. But he didn’t slow down. He grabbed my hips and pounded my ass fast and hard. “Ah! Ahhh!” I kept screaming, so the TC shoved his dirty, smelly underwear deep into my mouth to gag me. Mmph!
With my hands tied, I couldn’t fight back at all. But after a few minutes of rough pounding, the pain started to go away, and I felt the most amazing, intense pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head. My screams of pain turned into deep, dirty moans.
The TC noticed immediately. “Look at her! Your wife is already enjoying getting her ass destroyed,” he laughed. “She is such a dirty whore. Rahul, you are lucky to have a slut like her.”
“I know, TC. That’s why I married her,” Rahul said proudly.
The TC pulled the dirty underwear out of my mouth.
“Oh god… yes!” I moaned wildly. “Yes, fuck my tight asshole, you motherfucker! Ah… deeper! I love it, darling, I love you so much… stretch your little whore’s ass!”
Hearing me beg for it made my husband fuck my ass even faster and harder. Smack! Smack! Smack! My husband slapped my ass cheeks as he fucked me like a bitch. I was in pure heaven. “Ahhh… ahhh… cum for me, daddy! Fill my dirty ass!” I squealed.
Both ass cheeks were red in colour with my husband’s handprint. I was in so much pleasure I didn’t feel the pain of the ass slaps. A few minutes later, he grunted and exploded a massive load of hot cum deep inside my ass.
I felt his warm, thick seed filling my tight hole. As soon as he pulled his dick out, his sticky cum leaked right out of my ass, flowed over my wet pussy, and splashed onto the train floor. My husband told the Japanese guy to pull my ass cheeks apart so he could take a photo of his cum dripping out of me.
“Congratulations, Rahul. You opened a brand new hole for your wife,” the Mexican cheered. “And congratulations to you, Lakshmi. You are now a fully open, all-hole-fuckable whore.”
The Mexican guy finally untied my hands. I could move my arms again. But before I could rest, they immediately made me bend over so they could all stare at my stretched, red, cum-filled asshole.
My husband pulled out the phone and took a photo of my ass leaking cum “Only I am allowed to take pictures, guys. Nobody else,” Rahul said strictly.
“That’s not fair, Rahul. We want a photo of this beautiful slut, too,” the TC begged. “What if we pay you more money?”
“No, sorry. I can’t do that,” Rahul said.
“Stop talking and wasting time with photos!” I whined, my body burning for more action. “I want dick! Please, fill my holes again… stretch my ass… fuck me!”
Everyone grinned happily, staring hungrily at my wide-open ass cheeks.
“Why are we still fucking her in this small cabin?” the Nigerian guy suddenly asked. “I am taking this bitch out to fuck her in the open space.”
To know what the Nigerian guy and others did to me and where they took me, read my next part (final part). Don’t forget to share your feedback about my experience in the comments section.