Lost sex to an ex-boyfriend

I lost a bet to Leshka for sex. A big group of us were playing bowling for dares, and Leshka, instead of coming up with something fun to make everyone laugh again, came up to me and whispered in my ear that as payment for losing, he wanted to fuck me. I was surprised—Leshka was my ex-boyfriend, we'd stayed friends, and he had a new girlfriend now, and things seemed fine between them. But I wasn't seeing anyone at the time, I wasn't against just sex, and decided not to ask any questions.

We met up a couple of days later. We went to the movies, then just sat in the park drinking wine. It was warm, we were reminiscing about funny things, and the mood

was just great. We got to the metro just before it closed. Since you could get to Leshka's place on a direct line from the station we were near, I figured we'd head to his place to settle the bet. The train arrived at the station about 20 minutes after we went down—probably the last train. We got into the car, and I was about to plop down on a seat, feeling sleepy from the two bottles we'd drunk, but Leshka didn't let me. He put my hands on the upper handrails and started unbuttoning my blouse.

— You want to do it here?" I asked, bewildered.

— Yeah. The stretches between stations are long and there's no one here, we'll have time." I realized Leshka had planned all this. Of course he didn't suggest this to his girlfriend—not every girl would agree to it. But I thought—why not. Really, there was no one in the car, when else would you get such a thrill?

Lyosha unclasped my bra—the clasp was in the front, so he managed easily—and was already playing with my nipples. I got wet very fast—during the year we were together, he'd learned well what I liked. After fondling my breasts a bit, he slipped his hand into my panties and soon pulled them down to my knees. Now nothing was in his way, and after dealing with his zipper fairly easily, he entered me. However, he was apparently so overexcited that he didn't come before the next station. When the train stopped, I tensed up, expecting someone to get on, but Leshka kept fucking me, squeezing my breasts. I felt my panties had already slipped down to my ankles, and from everything happening, I was hit by an orgasm. I closed my eyes and waited for Leshka to finish too. He was close, holding me by the waist and thrusting me onto his cock harder and harder, so when something wet touched my breast, it was a complete surprise. I opened my eyes and saw some guy licking my nipple—we hadn't even noticed him get on or sit down on the seat next to where Leshka was fucking me. The guy was tall and could easily reach my breast, biting first one nipple, then the other, and looking brazenly into my eyes. At that moment, Leshka started coming inside me, and I, closing my eyes, lost my sense of reality. When I opened them again, I saw the guy's impressively sized cock already standing upright, and his hands were pulling me to sit on it. The train doors were closing again after another stop, but no one had gotten on. I looked around and realized Leshka had disappeared too. The bastard, he took off and left me with some stranger. Resisting was pointless, so I decided to relax.

The guy's cock was thick and hard as a rock, but Leshka's cum was running down my legs and there was plenty of lubrication. The guy fucked amazingly; I just lost control from how he, easily lifting me by the waist, manipulated my body, even managing to not leave my breasts alone. Probably, this crazy adventure would have ended fine if at the next stop, at the most crucial moment, two people hadn't gotten on. This time, it was bad. They were in police uniforms.

— Alright, kids, you've had your fun. Get off him, beautiful. Do you have any documents?

I remembered with horror that my documents and money were with Leshka because I had no pockets, and I jumped off the cock, trying to fasten my bra and cover myself with my blouse.

— Let's go, you're getting off," one of the policemen commanded and, grabbing my arm, dragged me out of the car. His partner led out the guy, who didn't even seem very embarrassed. I saw him calmly zip up his pants and follow us. We walked along the empty station; I kept trying to manage the clasp, and the guy in uniform leading me was brazenly smirking, looking at my bare breasts. When near the door to the police room, I looked back and saw only my escort's partner following us; the guy who fucked me in the car had disappeared—probably gave the cop some money and left on the same train. And I had nothing—no documents, no money. Not even panties—they were left lying on the car floor. I must have looked like a real slut in the eyes of these policemen.

We entered a small room. There was a table, a few chairs, some other stuff lying around. One of the guys sat at the table and started writing some papers; the second ordered me to sit on a chair. I felt very uncomfortable sitting—cum was running down my legs, I felt completely naked—I never go without underwear. When the first one finished writing, it turned out I was being accused not only of "committing lewd acts in a public place" but also, for some reason, of prostitution.

— I'm not a prostitute, are you crazy?

— Oh yeah? That guy said he rented you from some other guy," the bigger one replied mockingly, pulling out a bottle of cognac from somewhere.

Did Leshka really sell me to him? Unlikely, when did he have time?—none of this made sense in my head.

He poured cognac into glasses—for himself and his colleague—and they drank.

— Anyway, we're issuing a fine. Do you have any money?

I shook my head.

— Yeah, we caught you just in time, didn't even let you earn anything," he smirked.

I wanted to say the fine could be paid later, as usual, at the savings bank, but everything seemed stupid and inappropriate to me; I was completely destroyed, and tears were already in my eyes.

— No need to cry at all. No money, we'll take it the way you're used to giving it," said the one who was writing the papers, and I realized I was trapped. What a horror—until today, I hadn't even had that many boyfriends, and now this. These guys wouldn't stand on ceremony. I covered my face with my hands. They'd fuck me thoroughly. And that's what happened.

They fucked me half the night. First, the one writing the papers, Igor, made me suck him off. Meanwhile, his partner, Andrey, dug out handcuffs from somewhere and snapped them on my wrists behind my back. I even wondered for some reason—were they real handcuffs or from a sex shop? Then all thoughts vanished; I just tried to breathe because I'd lost all control over my body, and Igor was thrusting me onto his cock at a furious pace. He wasn't just letting me suck him; he was really fucking my mouth, deeply pushing his cock into my throat, literally tearing it. When he started coming, I thought I'd suffocate and just swallowed, swallowed his cum. Finally, he let me go, and I slumped against the table. My bra was still undone, my blouse was hanging on my shoulders, and my breasts were still uncovered. As soon as I caught my breath, Andrey lifted me off the floor, sat down in the chair himself, and unzipped his fly.

— Come on, show me how you can bounce—you were doing great with that guy in the car.

When I saw his cock, I was horrified—Andrey must have been in prison before; I knew such balls under the skin were common among convicts. His cock was just huge because of them, and he was already pulling me to sit on it. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, but I pushed against the floor with all my strength with my feet to not fully impale myself on this monster. Andrey quickly realized I was resisting and, although he could force me down by pressing on my shoulders, it seemed inconvenient for him, so he picked me up, carried me to the bed, deftly threw my legs over his shoulders, and slammed his cock into me all the way to the balls, sharply, with full force. "See—you resisted for nothing," he said contentedly and thrust his hips again to go deeper into me. I screamed in pain, but he, ignoring it, started fucking me broadly, pulling out completely, then slamming into me again with full force. He came about ten minutes later, and I felt he had completely wrecked my vagina—I'd never had a guy with a cock like that.

Then Igor lifted me and unlocked the handcuffs.

— It's not convenient to fuck you in the ass like that; lean on the back," he commanded.

I'd had anal sex a couple of times before and didn't really like it, but there was no way out—I did as he said, and he immediately started entering me. It hurt, but not like with Andrey, just unpleasant. I endured it; he twisted my nipples and fucked, fucked—I couldn't wait for it to end and dreaded that they'd want to have me together simultaneously. And that's what happened. After catching their breath a bit while I lay on the couch, they both went at me again. This time, Igor entered my vagina—after Andrey, it went in like butter, naturally. I was lying on him, and he fucked me leisurely.

— Well, Andryukha, you wrecked her, no fun.

— You got fucked good, beautiful," he said, staring at my reddened, swollen nipples. "At least suck me off, I guess you don't have any money.

I just nodded tiredly—I didn't care anymore.

In the car, I didn't just suck him off. He still managed to fuck me too, and for some reason, that was especially humiliating. I was lying face down on the greasy back seat, and he was slamming his cock into my ass and pulling my nipples in different directions. I was so tired, but he kept fucking and fucking me and wouldn't come. I paid dearly for my recklessness—instead of no-strings-attached sex with my ex-boyfriend, four complete strangers fucked me thoroughly. It seemed like it would never end now.