This story dates back about a year ago. A sudden death in my extended family forced me to travel alone, as my husband was tied up with work. The journey was by train, and since I was traveling solo, my husband booked me a first-class AC compartment. The train was scheduled to depart at 10 PM. My name is Aashna, and let’s just say I’m a woman whose desires sometimes take over in ways that surprise even me.
My husband dropped me off at the station and escorted me to my two-seater coupe. The other seat was still empty, with no passenger in sight. I arranged my luggage—a small suitcase with clothes, some food, and essentials—and waited for my husband, who had gone to speak with the ticket inspector.
Soon, he returned with a man in a black coat—the ticket inspector. He was around 26, fair-skinned, about five-foot-nine, and strikingly handsome. His chiseled frame and charming smile made my heart skip a beat. My husband introduced us. His name was Sanjay, and he wasn’t just good-looking; his polite and confident demeanor made him even more appealing.
He reassured me, “Don’t worry, ma’am, I’m in this coach. If you need anything, just let me know, and I’ll be right here. The other berth is empty, and if anyone joins, it’ll only be a female passenger. You can rest easy.” His words put both me and my husband at ease. As the train was about to leave, my husband stepped off. The train jolted and started moving. I waved goodbye through the window and settled into my seat.
Truth be told, I wasn’t thrilled about leaving my husband behind. My period had just ended the day before, and as anyone would understand, those days leave me craving intimacy like never before. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in my husband’s arms, but this unexpected trip was ruining my plans. A quiet frustration simmered inside me, my body restless with unfulfilled desire.
Just then, Sanjay, the handsome ticket inspector, returned to the coupe. “Ma’am, please lock the door. I’ll come back in a bit to check your ticket,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that stirred something inside me. After he left, I decided to change for the night, knowing I wouldn’t sleep well in my saree. I opened my suitcase, only to realize I’d made a mistake in my haste. I’d packed the sheer, net-like outer layer of my gown but forgot the inner lining. The fabric was completely see-through, revealing everything underneath.
For a moment, I hesitated, but my inner desires took over. Why not have some fun with this gorgeous guy? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I stripped off my saree, blouse, and petticoat, leaving me in just a red lace bra and matching panties. I slipped on the sheer white gown, which hid nothing—my 36D breasts, my erect nipples, and even the faint outline of my pussy were visible. I caught my reflection in the mirror and felt a rush of heat. If Sanjay saw me like this, he’d lose it.
I lay on my seat, pretending to read a magazine, my body buzzing with anticipation. My pussy was already tingling, and I couldn’t stop imagining what might happen next. After about five minutes, I decided to eat the food I’d brought—parathas, curry, and some pickle—to pass the time. As I started eating, I realized Sanjay might come to check my ticket, and I didn’t want to rummage for it mid-meal. So, I pulled my ticket from my purse.
The moment I held the ticket, Sanjay’s youthful, muscular body flashed in my mind, and my arousal surged. I decided to up the ante. I slipped the ticket into my bra, right next to my left nipple, where it was clearly visible through the lace and sheer gown. My heart raced as I imagined him reaching for it.
As I ate, the coupe door opened, and Sanjay stepped in. His eyes widened when he saw me in my transparent gown. He froze, sweat beading on his forehead, his gaze darting around nervously. I gave him a teasing smile and said, “Come in, Sanjay, sit down. Want some food?” My voice was laced with flirtation, and he stammered, “N-n-no, ma’am, you eat. I just came to check your ticket. I’ll come back later.”
I gestured to the opposite seat, “No, no, sit down! I’ll show you my ticket now.” I set my food aside and started pretending to search for the ticket, bending forward to give him a clear view of my cleavage. My breasts jiggled slightly as I moved, and my nipples were practically begging for attention through the lace. Sanjay’s eyes were glued to my chest, and I could see him struggling to stay composed.
My figure is no secret—my full, heavy breasts can drive anyone wild, and I knew Sanjay was no exception. I kept up the act, waiting for him to notice the ticket. Sure enough, he pointed at my chest and said, “Ma’am, it looks like your ticket is… um… in your blouse.”
I played innocent, glancing down and laughing, “Blouse? Oh, honey, this isn’t a blouse—it’s just my bra!” I fumbled with my food-stained hands, pretending to reach for the ticket, but only succeeded in pressing my breasts together, giving him an even better view. His breathing quickened, and I could see a bulge forming in his pants.
When the ticket slipped deeper into my bra, I grinned and said, “Oops, sorry, looks like you’ll have to get it yourself.” He hesitated, then stepped closer, his voice low and teasing, “Don’t worry, ma’am, I’ll handle it.” He reached into my gown, his fingers brushing my skin, sending electric shocks through me. He grabbed the ticket but lingered, his hand grazing my nipple. I let out a soft moan, “Mmm… careful there…”
His confidence grew at my reaction. He squeezed my breast gently, his thumb circling my nipple through the lace. I smiled at him, encouraging him, and he pressed harder, making me gasp, “Oh… Sanjay…” My panties were soaked now, and I could feel my pussy throbbing with need.
He finally pulled out the ticket, checked it, and winked at me. “Finish your food, I’ll check the other passengers and be right back.” I purred, “Hurry back, Sanjay.” He left, and I quickly finished my meal, my body buzzing with anticipation.
True to his word, he returned in five minutes. He locked the coupe door and pulled me into his strong arms, his voice husky, “Aashna, I’m gonna show you the real first-class experience tonight.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. Our tongues tangled, and he sucked on my lower lip while I nibbled his upper one. My pussy was dripping, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants.
His hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, then sliding up to cup my breasts. He pinched my nipples through the bra, making me moan into his mouth, “Oh… fuck… Sanjay…” He growled, “You’re so fucking hot, Aashna.” We kissed harder, our tongues battling, and I ground my hips against his bulge, desperate for more.
After a few minutes of intense making out, he pulled back, his voice shaky, “There’s a problem.” I frowned, “What’s wrong?” He explained, “My colleague is in this coach. If I’m gone too long, he’ll come looking for me. Can I… bring him here?” My eyes lit up at the thought of two cocks. “Hell yes, bring him, but make sure no one else knows.”
He rushed out and returned with another man, about 35, dark-skinned, a bit chubby but decent-looking. Sanjay introduced him as C. Devagowda. I shook his hand and teased Sanjay, “You didn’t even tell me your name earlier!” He grinned, “It’s Sanjay, but you can call me Sanju.” I laughed, “Sanju, it’s a cute name, but drop the ‘ma’am’ stuff. I’m Aashna, or call me something sexy if you want.”
The air was charged, but both men seemed shy. I took charge, pulling Sanju close and kissing him deeply. Devagowda watched, hesitant, so I grabbed his crotch through his pants, feeling his thick cock. I alternated between kissing Sanju and rubbing Devagowda, getting them both hard. They finally snapped out of their shyness, lifting me onto the seat and dividing their tasks.
Sanju sucked my nipples through my bra, his tongue flicking over them, making me moan, “Fuck… Sanju… keep going…” Devagowda pulled off my panties, gasping, “Damn, Aashna, your pussy is so smooth.” He spread my lips and buried his tongue in my wet folds, lapping at my clit. I arched my back, moaning, “Oh… shit… Devagowda… eat me out… fuck…”
Their combined assault drove me wild. My pussy was soaked, and my nipples were rock-hard. But they were still dressed, and I wanted to see their cocks. I stopped them, panting, “Guys, take your fucking clothes off. I want to see those dicks.”
Devagowda stripped first, revealing a six-inch cock, three inches thick and jet-black. I thought, Perfect for my ass. I tried to suck it, but it was too thick, so I licked the tip, tasting his sweet pre-cum. “Mmm… slurp… slurp…” I moaned as I worked his shaft. Meanwhile, Sanju undressed, showing off a seven-inch, two-inch-thick, fair cock that looked gorgeous. I grabbed it and said, “Sanju, this dick is fucking beautiful.”
I lay back on the seat, sucking Sanju’s cock while Devagowda ate my pussy. His tongue fucked me deep, and I screamed, “Oh… fuck… Devagowda… lick my clit… yes… ahhh…” The train’s rhythmic clatter—“thud… thud… clack…”—mixed with our moans. Sanju groaned, “Suck it, Aashna… take it deep… fuck…” I deep-throated him, gagging slightly as he thrust into my mouth.
Suddenly, Sanju sped up, grabbing my head and yelling, “Fuck… Aashna… take it… drink my cum…” His hot load exploded in my mouth, and I swallowed every drop, savoring the salty taste. I licked his cock clean as he laughed, “You’re fucking amazing.”
Devagowda, tired of licking, stood up and said, “My turn, Aashna.” I teased, “What, you guys gonna cum in my mouth and leave my pussy hanging?” He smirked, “Don’t worry, I’m fucking that pussy.” I got on all fours, and he positioned his thick cock at my entrance, slamming it in. “Oh… fuck… it’s in… so fucking thick…” I screamed as he stretched me. The train’s motion amplified every thrust, and I moaned, “Harder… fuck my pussy… tear it apart…”
He growled, “Take it, you slut… I’m gonna wreck this pussy…” I egged him on, “Yes… fuck me… shove it in my ass too…” He pulled out, aimed at my asshole, and pushed. His cock, slick with my juices, slipped at first but then tore into my ass. “Oh… shit… you’re ripping me apart… slow down…” I cried, but he kept thrusting. The pain turned to pleasure, and I moaned, “Yes… fuck my ass… ohhh…”
Just then, the door opened, and three more men entered. The train had stopped at a station. I scrambled to cover myself, but Devagowda said, “Relax, Aashna, these are my friends. They’re here to satisfy you.” I snapped, “What the fuck? You think I’m a whore? Get out, or I’ll scream!” They begged, “Please, don’t shout. Sanjay sent us. We’ll leave if you want.” I thought, They’ve already seen me naked, and my pussy’s still burning. Might as well finish this.
I said, “Fine, you’ve got thirty minutes. Do your thing and get out.” They eagerly surrounded me. Two grabbed my breasts, squeezing my nipples, while one dove between my legs, licking my clit. Devagowda fed me his now-soft cock, and I sucked it hard again. I was back in the zone, moaning, “Fuck… yes… eat me… suck my tits…”
I told Devagowda, “Finish what you started.” He got behind me, and I went back to doggy style. One guy slid under me, his cock entering my pussy, while Devagowda fucked my ass. Two others stood by my face, their cocks ready. I was filled in every hole, screaming, “Oh… fuck… fuck me… tear me apart… ahhh…” They pounded me, and I came hard, “Yes… rip my pussy… my ass… fuck…”
Devagowda pulled out and came in my mouth, his thick cum coating my tongue. The guy in my pussy came too, flooding me with warmth. The last two took turns. I lay on my back, exhausted, and said, “Fuck my pussy and finish.” The first guy fucked me hard, but came too soon. I snapped, “What the fuck? Can’t last longer?” The final guy, Panwar, growled, “I’ll destroy your pussy.” His thick, hard cock slammed into me, and I screamed, “Yes… fuck… harder… I’m cumming… ahhh…” I orgasmed, but he kept going for thirty minutes, finally cumming in my mouth. His creamy load tasted divine, and I swallowed it all.
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