Thank you for your lovely comments. I am flabbergasted that nearly 3,000 people over one weekend have read my two stories. I loved writing them. This has encouraged me to write what happens next in each story. The stories are not connected and totally different so you will need read the first part of each to make sense of what comes next. This is the second part of my story Emma’s journey to work…… I am also thinking about the second part to Emma’s story…if you are interested. Emma x ___________________________________________________________________ It’s Thursday. I can hear the rain on the windows. I turn over in bed but my husband is not there. He’s not back until tomorrow night. I had a steamy dream. I start to think about it…….mmmmh. I peep at the clock from below the duvet. SHIT! SHIT! I am so late. I rush around the house on auto-pilot scampering around. In and out of the shower, breakfast, what to wear? What to wear? What do I wear tonight? I sit on the bed and look blankly at the wardrobe. Casual? Summer Dress? Formal dress? This is business of sorts. I look at the clock. I have never been this late. I rack my brains while I put on my business attire. White blouse, pencil skirt, business undies, balcony bra and grab a pair of killer black heels. I need a change of clothes for tonight but what? I have to go? I really have to go. I scamper down the stairs collecting my rain coat, bag and my document “The Deal” on the way out. I jump into my mini Cooper and drive to the station as if I stole it. I am now running to the platform. My heart is pounding. Through the ticket machine. I see my group of 5 perv’s on the platform. I am so out of breath. I stand there panting. I think I’m going to die. My train pulls into the platform. The phone man walks across to me “we thought you got cold feet”. “HERE”. He hands me a piece of paper and walks back to the group. They enter their carriage further down the platform. I squeeze into the one in front of me. It has just stopped raining and the sun is out. I forcefully remove my raincoat elbowing and poking other customers in the packed carriage. I am so hot. I discreetly try to read the piece of paper. “TEXT THIS NUMBER AFTER 2PM” “WE WILL THEN CONFIRM THE PLACE AND TIME” Text? Text? I am not texting them they will get my mobile number or it that the idea? I start to think……I’ll buy a pay-as-you go from Paddington. Shit? What to wear? I don’t have any change of clothes. I should have thought about all this. I don’t know where we are going? I guess a hotel. I know I will nip out lunchtime and buy something. Sorted. I start to relax. It’s like any other day. More people cram into the carriage at the next station. I start to think about what I am letting myself in for. I start to think what they might do to me. Me for one night in exchange for them leaving me alone on the train. What was I thinking this could mean anything? I start to panic. What if they gang bang me? Suddenly there is an instant warmth between my legs. My knickers are soaking. Is it because I am so hot or am I getting excited? I think it’s both. This my game, I need to take charge. I need to be in control of this and what happens. It will be my rules not theirs. Hang on “my game?” Where did that come from? There is another swell of warmth between my legs. Right Think. Definitely no kissing that’s too personal, no funny business, straight sex, no bondage. No bondage? I like bondage but with strangers? What if they tie me up, hands behind my back, force me to kneel and force fuck my mouth? God I almost cum in my knickers. Everybody surges for the door. We have arrived in London. Right to business. Dodgy phone place on the platform. Pay cash for phone. That was easy all setup and good to go. I find my dry cleaning and heel bar receipts in my purse. God that was weeks ago, my little red very revealing party dress and matching shoes. Had better pick them up from the other end of the station and get to the office. This morning’s meeting is dull. It’s so dull. Oh god now the guy from Finance is waffling on about I don’t know what. I’m not listening. I have switched off. It’s lunchtime. I need to go shopping. What do I buy? What will they do to me? What if they want anal sex? No, no definitely off limits my husband is not allowed to do this. That’s not what it’s for. What if they hold me down and force me to do it. God I feel horny. I shock myself. I fidget on my chair. My boss announces this matter is not straight forward and will order a working lunch. SHIT! Its 2pm. I need to text the number. I still need something wear. I will have to slip out after the meeting. It’s Thursday and Bond Street is open till 8pm. I suggest a quick comfort break. Everyone agrees. I go and check my new pay-as-you-go mobile I left charging locked in my office draw. I text the number phone on the bit of paper. “WHERE?”, “WHAT TIME?” I wait. Nothing. The others are going back into the board room. Still nothing. I lock the phone back in the draw and go back in. The boring man from finance continues. I slip back into my erotic world. The rules. Right, No funny business, no cameras, no phones, one man at a time. What will they others do while one of them fucks me? Are they going to watch? No certainly not. I think of being fucked while the others look on and there is a sudden warm sensation in my knickers. My nipples are erect. The boring man from finance continues. My knickers get wetter. One of them has a huge cock and is its stretching my pussy to the max. Oh if feels so good. Everyone is getting up. I am startled. The meeting has finished. My god is 18:30! I rush back to my desk to look at my pay as you go. I have a text. It’s an address in Butlers Wharf. It’s an apartment. Time 19:30. God I have to go now. I have nothing to wear. I am all flustered. I have nothing to wear. I will have to go as I am. I tidy my desk. Damn! I have left my laptop charger in the board room. I dash back. Housekeeping are cleaning the room. The young lad is piling coffee cups higher and higher on his tray I smile and dive under the desk to retrieve my charger. I think he’s behind me staring at my arse. I rapidly crawl backwards. In what seems like slow motion his massive tray of half full cups of water and coffee full all over me. My back, my skirt. Luckily not my hair. The young lad panics and runs out of the room. I am calm. I go to my office across the hall. Everyone has gone home. At this moment I could cry. My emotions are all over the place. I sit in my chair. I stare at my red dress hanging on the filing cabinet. I grab it and head for the disabled toilet. I strip and take stock in the mirror. Hair and makeup good. Work clothes written off, so too is my balcony bra. The back is coffee stained. My knickers are wet and have a heavy smell of sex and sweat. I take a deep breath. I try to give myself a wash the best I can in the sink. I have no knickers, no bra just a bright red dress and matching shoes. I think. Maybe I can buy a bra and knickers on the way but would mean going on the tube with nothing underneath. Nothing! I do have my raincoat I suppose. I put on my little red dress. It’s really tight. Bugger! They must have shrunk it. There is nothing left to the imagination. It’s so tight I think you can see my ribs. Chest is very squashed and is bubbling over. I look at the back. God my arse looks hot. The dress in being pulled into my bum checks. OK shoes and go. I sneak out of the office the security man’s eyes almost explode out of their sockets as I walk by. SHIT! I put on my raincoat. It’s a Thursday evening in London. This is the day when all the office workers have a night out. I walk to the tube. I can feel the wind going through my dress from the open raincoat and up my dress. I feel totally naked. This is so weird. I look down at myself is disbelieve to make sure I am actually clothed. The tube heaving and very hot as I make my way to Tower Hill. Ok last change. This tube is better. Not so crowded. I take off my raincoat. The man sitting down likes the view. There is a young woman, about 20 something staring at me. She doesn’t take her eyes off me. I stare at her. She’s attractive and looks a bit Italian. Slightly olive skin. Jet black short dark hair, size 8-10, casually dressed. She’s still staring, undressing every inch of me with her eyes. I feel good. I feel so good. I turn around so my back is to her. I can still see her staring using the glass on the carriage door. The man is still staring at me as well. There is a youth now in front of me to my right with big headphones on. I am sure he is stroking his cock in the pocket of his jogging bottoms. I glace to my left. The man sitting down is staring at my arse. I look back at the young woman’s reflection. She is making her way down the moving towards me. She’s not stopping she is almost upon me. My heart is racing. My breath heavy. What’s she going to do? She is right up against me. I don’t know what to do. She’s going to whisper something in my ear. I can’t hear what she’s saying she has an east European accident. I half turn my head to frightened to turn around indicating that I can’t hear. “I SAID…. IF YOU EVER WANT MY TOUNGE LAPPING BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS CALL ME” and slips a note into my hand. The tube breaks sharply and we both fall forward a little. She is using me as a brake. The man to my left looks like he is about to cum in his trousers. It’s my stop. I get off and glace back to the carriage. The young girl gives me seductively sex look of longing. Wow! Back to the here and now. I am walking slowly and seductively to the escalators like a jaguar on heat. Prowling about to pounce. Confidence by the bucket load. Out of the tube and across Tower Bridge. One foot crossing over the other making my hips swing. I feel so sexy. I’m wearing a 1,000 yard stare but can see people looking at me from my peripheral vision. Before I know it I am almost at the address. The cobbled streets are difficult to walk on in heels. I stare at the intercom. The reality of what I am about to do sets in brining me crashing down from my high. I am frozen to the spot. My massive confidence has shifted to totally terrified. Two men walk past in suits and I suddenly feel totally naked. I try to cover myself with my coat. I take a deep breath. I am in control. I am going to fuck these guys and go. Fuck these guys? They are going to fuck me aren’t they? Oh Shit. My 5 perv’s from the train are probably going to fuck my brains out. I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. I am really scared. A group of lads come down the street jeering at me rubbing their cocks. I press the button for Penthouse. The door clicks open as they are almost upon me. I quickly move inside. I hurry to the lift as they jeer from outside. I check my hair and makeup in the lift. I smooth down my dress and put my business face on. I walk with purpose down the corridor to the door marked Penthouse. I press the intercom. The door half opens, it’s one of the pin stripped suits from the train with a glass of champagne in his hand. I push past him and walk in. The flat is enormous all open plan. It’s a converted warehouse with lights suspended from the high ceiling by metal cables. The ceiling is supported by metal beams. There is a massive bed in the middle, leather sofas, open kitchen, table and chairs. The other men are standing by the fall height windows looking over the Thames. I walk to the kitchen getting my document out of my bag and slap it down on the counter. “RIGHT SIGN. NAME AND ADDRESS AND I WANT TO SEE ID FROM EACH OF YOU” “THIS IS HOW’S IT’S GOING TO BE” “ONE AT A TIME, NO FUNNY BUSINESS, NO KISSING, NO ANAL, STRAIGHT SEX” ”YOU CUM YOUR DONE” The men in the window look stunned. Great! The man who opened the door quietly asks me if I would like a glass of champagne. I decline. He tells me there are some drinks in the fridge if I want to help myself. I am hot my throat is dry. I go around the counter to the fridge. I see a manual on the side. It’s a company flat. I open the fridge door which is stocked with essentials. A dozen bottles of champagne, snacks water, milk, a loaf of bread and those little packets of butter you get in hotels. I grab a tin of coke he head for the window. The men are busy completing my document leaving some ID on the side. This all seems too easy. They are very compliant. “YOU LOOK STUNNING” one says in a Scottish accent. He is the other pinstripe. I carry on looking out of the window. I feel in control. I feel good. In fact I feel really good. I feel powerful A few minutes pass. I think they have finished. They have completed my document and ID looks real enough. I stuff the document back into its envelope and pop it in my bag. I walk back over to the full length window. “RIGHT WHO’S FIRST” Facing with my back to the window I unzip my dress and let it drop to the floor. I stand their naked bar my red high heeled shoes. No one moves. They stand there drinking their champagne. They just stare at me. They are studying every little bit. Lurch indicates to turn around. I turn around. I can see their reflections in the glass staring at my bottom. My legs. Here I am naked ready for sex standing in front of 5 men in their 50’s. My perv’s from the train. I stand with my back to them. No one approaches. I look at them in the reflections of the glass. One hands another a packet. It takes what looks like a pill. I turn around “NO DRUGS” They laugh. They really laugh. And throw me the card box a box. Which drops to the floor and slides to my feet across the wooden floor. It’s Viagra. “LOOKING AT YOU, COMING HERE WITH NO UNDERWEAR ON. THOUGHT WE HAD BETTER TAKE TWO” says the Scottish pinsripe “FIRST ONES GOT ME GOOD AND HARD. THE SECOND ONE WILL KEEP ME HARD ALL NIGHT. WELL ALL OF US REAL HARD ALL NIGHT” Oh Fuck! My mouth goes dry. Oh bloody fuck! Scottish pinstripe starts removing his clothes with purpose not taking his eyes off me. Throwing each item onto the leather sofa. He drops his trousers to reveal a very bouncy cock in his boxers. Off they come. His cock is rock solid. He walks with purpose toward me. I am quaking in my shoes. My pussy dripping wet ready for action. He stands looking into my eyes. Not breaking eye contact he roughly puts his hand between my legs. I don’t move a muscle. “NO LUBE REQUIRED HERE LADS SHE IS HORNY AS FUCK” He puts my hand on his cock. It’s like iron. I squeeze it hard. My god it’s like steel. He pulls me to the bed by the hand. Grabs the duvet cover and throws it to the floor. My heart is beating so hard I think it is going to explode. “KNEES” I kneel. He pushes his cock into mouth. It’s really salty. I grab the base to stop it going in too far. He starts to pump it into my mouth. I grab the base as tight as I can. “HAND. REMOVE IT” I look up at him. “ALL THE WAY IN” I can’t do this I will gag. I’ve tried with my husband. I just keep staring up at him. “NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE HUH? WELL YOU’VE GOT ALL NIGHT TO PRACTISE” “WHEN I PUT IT IN YAWN, IT OPENS THE THROAT” He gently pushes his cock slowly into my mouth, it hits the back, I yawn he keeps going. My hands trembling, shaking by the side of his cock in case I have to bail. It’s working! He slides in in all the way to the base. Then slowly pulls it out. There is jeering from the onlookers who have now gathered round. I want to try this again. He slides it in quicker this time all the way to the base. I suck it hard with my mouth as he pulls it out. “FUCK YEAH”. He pushes in, I suck coming out. I try suck going in. That works too. The others start to undress. Cocks are bouncing around my face. Waiting their turn. He grabs a handful of my hair and keeps his cock stuffED down my throat as far as it will go. I sink my teeth into the base of his shaft. That’s it! He’s grunting loudly, sperm pumping down my throat. He pulls iT out and quickly shoves it in and gain pumping my throat. All spent he takes it out. “SHE LEARNS QUICK” In seconds it’s replaced by another I don’t even know who’s. I don’t look up. This is salty as well. It’s thinner but longer. He doesn’t last long. After he removes it and in nano seconds I have another. The other two are waggling around near my face. I grab both. One in each hand and slowly wank them. This is great. The power I have over them. I am so horny. The jaguar is back. Juices from my pussy are running down the inside of my legs. One last one to go. It’s Lurch he is huge in every way. I can only just open my little mouth wide enough. It’s not long before he concludes as well. He goes to stand with the others drinking champagne. I get up and get my coke to wash down all of the sperm. I put my empty can on the kitchen side and go and sit on the bed. It that it? Am I done? The ring leader, Scottish pinstripe approaches. He pushes my head back and I fall back onto the bed. He kneels in front of me. Puts my feet either side of his head. Lifts himself up so my legs are straight up and pushes them back towards my head. I can feel his cock at my entrance. My breathing is heavy. Again he looks at me straight in the eyes. Without breaking eye contact his thrusts into me in one stroke. It takes my breath away, pulls out and again. It’s really deep with my legs in this position. He starts trusting like a maniac. I pant and moan like crazy. I am like a rag doll. I think my head is going to come off as he his thrusting so hard. He is relentless. The others are standing there watching. They are watching. They are watching! I start to cum with such force the orgasm doesn’t stop nor does he. Wave after wave. Shit is this what a multiple orgasm feels like. I can’t take anymore. He grunts really loudly and pumps his sperm into me. I freeze suddenly. Shit he’s not wearing any protection. It never crossed my mind. We’ll they all look respectable and all have wedding rings on so guess its ok. Why didn’t I think of this? He withdraws and I am dragged up the bed towards the pillows. Next pinstripe is on me. He wastes no time. He is straight in with his cock and starts building a rhythm. He begins to suck my breasts biting at the nipples. This sends surges of lubrication to my pussy. He is close to coming. He bits my nipple hard and ejaculates into me. A few seconds pass and he rolls off. I am hauled off of the bed to one of the big leather chairs. Phone man bends me over the back and I stretch to grab the arms but he grabs my arms and pulls them backwards. I am now bent over. He pushes my legs together. I am ankle to ankle. He feeds his cock into my sopping pussy. Hold my arms taught behind me like reins on a horse. These are powerful thrusts and he is slamming into me using my arms a leverage. He varies his rhythm. Slow then quick then real slow getting quicker. Second Pinstripes cock appears in front of my face. And tries to get me to suck it. Its hard while be fucked from behind. He gets frustrated. Grabs a handful of my hair and pushes it in deep. God I am so turned on. I wonder if this is what they mean by a spit roasting? Think of this I can feel myself building again to another orgasm. Phone man grunts, cums and let’s go of my hands. I was almost there. I grab the arms of my chair to steady myself. Pinstripe still has hold of my hair and is sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. Some else is now behind me. They spread my legs. They are now about 2 feet apart. I am still being held by my hair and slowly throat fucked. “HER TINY ANUS IS WINKING AT ME. IT LOOKS REALLY INVITING” someone says from behind. He puts a finger in my pussy, twirls is around then pulls it out. He then gently rubs my anus with his wet finger. I try to close my legs but I can’t as his feet are between. I try to lift my head but I can’t. He gently pushes a fingertip into my bottom. I am in shock. The others come to watch. “SHE IS REALLY TIGHT I DON’T THINK THIS HAS BEEN USED BEFORE”………“I HAVE JUST THE THING”. I hear the fridge door open. I am getting more and hornier by the second. I ache for another release. He is fumbling with something. There is something cold on my anus. I think it’s one of those packets of butter from the fridge. It’s really greasy. He is circling my anus gradually increasing the pressure. It feels nice. My heart is pounding. Actual it’s very nice. He slips in a fingertip. Then out then more pressure gently stretching me. He then very slowly slides in a finger. The others look on. He slowly pulls out his finger and slides it in again, I like this, it feels nice. It feels really naughty. This turns me on even more. What was I worried about. I now greedily suck the cock in my mouth. He is now rotating his finger gently in my bottom stretching me. I now feel more pressure at my entrance. This is bigger. This is much bigger. The stretching feels nice. God this is nice. Slowly, very slowly his cock slips into my bottom all the way. I can feel his tummy against my bottom. I cum and cum like a train. This is so much bigger than the last orgasm. The man in front comes in my mouth. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Everything is going fuzzy. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I gasp for breath like being underwater until you just can’t take any more. The man behind starts to pump. Long slow thrusts. He empties himself into me. I am still. I stay there panting. “IT’S GETTING LATE CHAPS I SUGGEST A BIG FINISH” says Scottish pinstripe “HAVE JUST THE THING” I am helped from the chair. I am really stiff especially my neck. Lurch is on the bed. “YOU ON TOP FACING ME” I slowly clamber onto the bed and start to straddle him. His cock is enormous. I slowly lower myself onto him until he is all the way inside. “PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY CHEST” I start to rock. This feels good. He pushes up a little to meet me. We build a slow rhythm. My breasts start to sway. Phone man clambers onto the bed and stands in front of me offer his cock for me to suck. I like this. More pussy juices are realised between my legs. I can feel sperm coming out of my anus and my pussy. “LEAN FORWARD” I do as I am told. Phone man now kneels and puts his cock back in my mouth. He puts his hands on my shoulders. In this position lurch can now pump into me. Someone clambers on the bed behind me. I am lost in a world of pleasure. The man behind is grabbing my breasts and turning my nipples between his thumb and finger. I am in heaven. I hardly notice at first his erecting at the entrance to my bottom. He removes his hands and positions his cock at the entrance. Lurch stops pumping. He is still. I suck greedily on the cock in my mouth. He pushes his cock into my bottom. It slides in easily. He pushes a bit more. Then a bit more until it’s all the way in. My god I feel so full. I lean further forward. I can feel his tummy on my bottom. Both are all the way in. They do alternate slow thrusts. The man behind now plays again with my nipples. This feels so good. Some minutes pass. They now slowly thrust together. Oh Fuck! All the way in, all the way out. Very slowly getting faster. I rock back to meet them greedily. Pushing back as far as I can. It doesn’t take long I am almost there so are they. There is suddenly a massive frenzy. I dig my nails into lurches chest. Bite the cock in my mouth. We all come together. We lay there exhausted. Not moving. Eventually we untangle ourselves and I toddle off to the bathroom grabbing my dress and shoes on the way. I come back into the room. It is silent. They stand in a group. “IT’S LATE. THERE’S A COMPNAY LIMO OUTSIDE WHO WILL TAKE YOU HOME” Nothing is said. It’s awkward. I collect my bag from the counter and leave. The chauffeur takes me to collect my car parked at the station silently passing through normally busy streets and out of London. I arrive home at 2am. Bags, keys, phones on the side. I slump at the breakfast bar. I stink of sex. I am still dribbling. Now that the excitement has worn off my pussy is very tender and my bottom a bit sore. I pull the envelope from my bag. It’s empty. The agreement has gone. Why doesn’t that surprise me? The pay-as-you-go phone buzzes. It’s a text. “MAYBE THIS SHOULD BE A REGUALR THING?” I head for the shower physically and mentally drained.