Having narrowly avoided three attempts on her life already, the story continues:
Albeit a day late, and without any more unscheduled stops, I made good time; arriving at the station with 10 minutes to spare before my train, ‘The Pullman' it said on the front, arrived. Having boarded the train for the final part of my journey, one that would take a good few hours, in particular, both in and out of mountain tunnels, I found a compartment and got settled before stowing my case safely and heading to the dining car.
I was famished. In retrospect, I hadn't eaten in over 24 hours. Not counting the lovely cock and delicious cum I'd consumed - the latter being a protein drink - I needed some sustenance. Looking over the menu, I ordered a chicken breast and chips with fried baby mushrooms and tomatoes. For my drink, I had a Pepsi Max. No dessert to follow, though, something that's a rarity for me. Afterwards, I was satisfyingly full, my hunger staved. I did, however, have another craving and a few hours to while away.
Like my fictional counterpart (James Bond), I'm not one for staying still for too long, or so it seems in the films. You never see him eat, hardly, and never once use the toilet. He's a walking miracle in that respect. The one thing we both have in common, though, is the sex. With me, I get to enjoy either, sometimes both at the same time; it has been known.
Right then, I was looking for some action. I'd heard tell that the occasional group of men utilised their time on the train playing cards. Low stakes only, though. I must admit, what with internet gambling I had become quite good at Texas hold em'. Now, if I could just find out where a game was.
‘Hello, this looks promising,' I thought, having noticed a group of six men who were sat in the train's drinks car playing cards. Although there were no noticeable tokens being used to represent money, I made my way to the bar and sat on a stool. With the warmth of the train, I had shed my winter apparel and changed into a blouse and skirt over a bra, thong and my usual hold ups.
Having paid for my drink, a sweet Rosso vermouth from Italy with lemonade, shaken not stirred and poured over a slice of lemon and ice, I took a sip before returning my attention to the card sharps and subsequently caught a look and smile from the one with short blond hair. His hand was pretty strong, I thought, having noticed it from the door, only to be beaten by the one who had his back to me.
For those not familiar with the game, each player receives 2 cards. There is then a round of betting to stay in the game. Next, comes ‘the Flop', with three cards being turned up in the middle of the table. Those cards, and all subsequent cards, are melded to each players hand. Another round of betting occurs followed by ‘the Turn', this time, a single card is placed after the Flop. About then, all but two players, counting on the final, ‘River', card, will have folded. It's rare that there are more than two players left in the round before the fifth card is turned over.
With half my aperitif consumed, the one with short blond hair got up and, carrying a tray with their empty glasses on it, made his way over to the bar. While he waited for refills, I enquired about the game, indicating I might be interested in some action. He gave me a more than welcome smile and told me he would have a word with his friends and let me know. He then paid for the drinks and carried the tray back to the table.
A short while after he had handed out the drinks, the one who had his back to me, turned around. He then looked me up and down and gave me an enigmatic smile before turning back. There was evident whispering amongst them after that, followed by silence; save for the sound of the train running over tracks.
Blond got up and came over to me. He told me I was welcome to join them. Wanting to keep my faculties clear and concentrative for the game, I ordered a Pepsi Max and soon joined them, only for the group to stand up and collect their drinks along with the cards. They then had me follow them to a private compartment, the drinks car being too conspicuous for actual stakes. I must admit, though, with all the furtiveness it entailed and me being a British secret agent, adrenalin began to pump through my veins. That, in turn, stirred my carnal instincts and added to the rush of the soft fizzy drink - two of them.
Since we were seven, Orig chose to deal the hands, thereby taking no other part in the game. That left the other five and myself to play on a long fold out table. I was quite enthralled after six hands, having won three. The pot wasn't that heavy, though, and so I waited until it got bigger before making my move. Come the reveal of the flop, I had a strong hand: Kings and Jacks. I curbed my excitement, not wanting to give anything away and simply followed Tieg's raise with that of mine. When the pot was good and full, I showed my hand: 3 Kings and 2 Jacks, at which point he folded.
"Thanks, guys, I'm really enjoying this," I intoned, being as friendly about taking their money as I could.
I folded early with the next two hands, not wanting to chance losing to a reckless bluff on my part. The subsequent deal, though...! I had to put my game face on as I caught sight of two red bullets [aces]. It then got even more interesting when, with the flop, a King and Jack of clubs were added to by the ‘turn', the Queen of the same suit. All I saw was: A, K, Q and Jack, with just the river card to follow. I bet half what I had. After some deliberation on his part, Arnor matched it and raised me €100. It was all on the final ‘River' card, a 10 of diamonds. That gave me a run of five cards.
"All in," I exclaimed, and pushed what I had into the middle. It was make or break time and I was quietly confident, my face red and aglow, both at what I'd done and what was coming my way.
To my amazed surprise, ‘Arnor' followed me, pushing of what he had in front of him into the middle. That was some rich pot that lay there. Big winnings for one of us, disappointment for the other. Despite his bravado, I kept a stiff upper lip, as we British say. I'd been in far worse scrapes and scraps than this, more recently, in fact.
Stood up, I turned over an ace. There were gasps from everyone when they noticed the run I had. Was I being coy, though, was the other card the ace of clubs. We would soon see. Arnor turned his first card up and showed a red 10. Interesting, but not enough. All eyes turned towards and focussed on me. I teased them a bit, wanting to prolong my accomplishment, never a victory.
"Ooo," swooned Orig, even though he was meant to be impartial. It was all down to, Arnor. Would he, having seen my cards, fold his final one. I could see something in his eyes. It was as if his mind was whirring, accessing which of us had the stronger hand. He then angled his card forward and let it drop.
It landed with a thud. In my mind, though, as I stared at his final card, it was very much like an earthquake. The ace of clubs. Although we both had runs, his was made up of a matching suit and the top four cards. I could not believe my bad luck. I had no money left, save for £20-00, which was of no use outside of the UK. Although I had a return ticket and the hire car, I, nevertheless, needed money for food and a warm hotel once I reached my destination.
"Look, guys," I said, appealing to their good nature. "I was a bit foolish just then. I didn't mean to lose as much. Could you, please, see your way to let me have some of it back...about €50," I intoned.
After some whispering in their native tongue, Arnor addressed me. "You lost, fair and square, Tanya, playing cards. However, I'm a generous person," he said; to which, his friends mumbled agreement.
"I tell you what. I'll let you back into the game, however, you need to give up something as collateral," Arnor informed me.
The only things I had to offer him were my items of clothing. "How much for my blouse?" I said, as I began to unbutton it, realising that, sat there in my bra, I'd be a bit of a distraction; maybe enough to win it back along with the extra euros I needed and call it an evening as it then was.
Having only offered me €25, nowhere near enough, I stood up and asked about my skirt as I began to undo it. €30 came his bargained reply, €50 if I gave up my bra. That gave me a stake of €75. A start, which was all I confidently needed with no more rash calls and my perky 38C tits acting as a distraction.
After two abysmal hands, I was down to €25. I was also, as I sat there naked above the waist, noticeably horny.
"How much for my panties?" I intoned, smiling provocatively at the men sat around the table but not yet standing to remove them. I had, let's just say, one more card to play; one I was confident would tip things in my favour.
"Are you sure you want to be doing that, Tanya," Orig cautioned me.
"It's all I've got left, guys. My dignity went a long time ago," I added, off-handedly.
"You'll have to come and get them, though," I smiled, minxily, as I awaited Arnor's decision. It didn't take long.
"€75, and I can take them from you," he chimed.
"You sure can," I told him, eagerly, and then stood, waiting. That, of course, meant...!
After making his way around the table to where I was stood, he leant his body forward.
"Nu-uh," I stopped him, and pointed for Arnor to squat or kneel in front of me.
Realising the situation, Arnor smiled up at me as he began to lower himself down. When he was in position, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband. "Slowly, very slowly," I said, noting that he would breathe in my horny scent as he did.
All eyes were once more on me as I played my hand. My pussy mound was moist, that, in turn, would cause the material of my thong, which was notably damp, to somewhat stick rather than come away with ease, and so it was. When Arnor had drawn the narrow waistband down to the tops of my thighs, far from revealing my horny wet cunt to them, it appeared to be stuck.
Leaving the strap hanging, Arnor moved his hand to the front and drew it down. By then, his breathing was heavy and he caught a strong whiff of my scent.
"How much if I let you touch it?" I cooed, sultrily. "How much...how much if I let you kiss it?" I moaned, really turning it on. "How much to let you lick it?" I exclaimed, and waited.
I got no answer, what I did get was Arnor's warm breath as he approached my horny sex. Before making contact with my body - his welcome warm breath brushing over me, sending sensations across my moist mound - he slowly drew my thong down my legs and helped me out of it. If I thought I was good at this new game, what Arnor then did, more than matched me.
From his crouched position, he picked me up and placed me on the table, on top of everything. He then spread my legs - wide! And subsequently stroked my moist puffy mound, all while his friends looked on. They eyed my nakedness like a starving man with a steak, each one eager and ready to ravage my horny body.
I felt Arnor's fingers work their way inside my dowsed pussy with ease, moments before the sound of several zips being drawn down broke the otherwise silence of the compartment. He then, still massaging the inner folds of my pussy, stroked my clit with his firm thumb. ‘Yes, but how much,' my mind reacted, while my body took on a different purpose when hands soon gripped my tits and fingers and thumbs toyed with my sensitive nipples.
I wanted, more than expected, a cock to suck and turned my head around from side to side, looking. I felt something warm brush the hair above my head, I turned, only to feel one at my left cheek. They were teasing me, much as I did with my presumed winning hand. Hand! I felt one grasp my wrist and soon place it on a warm firm hard-on followed by another the other side of me; my hands going to work and stroking them immediately. My head was drawn to the right and then my mouth was filled with the warmth of long firm flesh. I sucked and licked the cock inside me as all my senses, baring one, my neglected anus, responded to them.
They were six and counting all, my mouth, tits, hands and pussy, I had all their attention, only I wanted more. A second cock found its way to my left cheek. I turned, releasing the first. A hand held my head still and the cocks were motioned around my lips, which I opened. Soon they were touching and presently I was cumming. As I teased and tantalised my tongue around the cockheads, though, Arnor withdrew his cum-slick fingers and trailed them lower, across my perineum before stopping at my needy for attention rosebud. I smiled at him and relaxed my sphincter. He tried three and they slipped in relatively easy as did those that immediately filled my pussy and then, as before, a thumb stroked my clit.
I found myself bucking and writhing on the sets of fingers as my next climax soon took me over and erupted like a geezer. As if that wasn't enough torturous pleasure, I felt moist lips and a warm mouth cover my clit followed by its owner licking and sucking my distended stalk.
The table, with just me on it, was strong and sturdy, not sure if it would take three of us when they became more amorous; wanting to actually fuck me. I decided to take control of directions and positions. There were six of them, after all. I could take them in groups of three and we'd all be happy, even switching around on my ass and mouth, pussy and mouth, thereby keeping everyone happy and content.
Arnor, though, had his own suggestion. One that saw me with my head part suspended over one end of the table, a cock being worked back and forth in my mouth and throat while my tits and nipples were kissed, licked and sucked and my pussy was made even wetter by being licked and tongue fucked while another of them stroked and licked my clit. For good measure, my ass received a tongue around it as well, followed by firm long fingers, which opened it up.
They moved around, each one giving my mouth and throat a good hard ploughing. Only then, afterwards, did things move from the table and quite spectacularly, you could say.
Arnor directed Gelson and Sheehn to take up a position on the compartment floor, one that could best only be described as a scissors position: Gelson's legs under one and over the other of Sheehn's while the underside of their erections, slick from having been in my mouth and throat and about to get slicker, touched as they held their impressive dicks aloft - a thick fucking flagpole that was ready to fill me up.
I, for one, needed no direction as I knelt to the side of them and grasped the combined mass with both hands. Admiring its phallic stature for a brief moment or two, I craned my head over the turgid glans and gaped my mouth as wide as I could; soon encompassing their cockheads with some ease, I might add.
My mouth was full, certainly too much to fully draw in my cheeks as I slid my almost stretched lips, moist from anticipation, down the bountiful warm shaft.
"She's good, yuh," Sheehn said, as I moved my head back and forth, using my tongue to glide smoothly on the combined dick as I sucked down on it.
Moments later, though, I felt hands motion my knelt left leg further apart. That was quickly followed by the soft head of a cock slip sliding along the groove of my slit before being eased inside the depths of my needy pussy.
I let out a ‘hurmn,' moan, as the cock ventured further forward. That, in turn, acted upon those in my mouth, creating a humming-like reverberation, and while Sheehn remained still Gelson urged his hips up and down followed by Sheehn. They were fucking my mouth, alternately, while the one behind me propelled his hips forward. All of a sudden, not unexpected, knowing my own body as I do, a noticeable climax began to make itself known.
Remaining still, as far as sucking and licking those below me went, I centred my concentration on the one behind me. I could feel his balls bouncing against the outside petals of my cunt, smashing against my clit with each glorious forward thrust.
God, did I cum. He must have sensed it also, as his next and final thrusts were short and sharp; drawing his firm erection part way back and slamming himself forward - once, twice, three times.
Almost immediately, a pair of hands on each side urged me up from the super cock as I'll call it; it most certainly would prove to be such, I realised, as I was helped over the combined girth. Thankfully, though, my cunt was awash, both before and after the just then fuck along with the anticipation of getting a pair of cocks up inside me.
With the puffy moist heads almost touching the wet petals of my cleft, I managed to get some form of grip on them as I was hung, suspended, by Valon and Orig who lowered me some more. I then wiped them back and forth along my wet crease, letting out the odd incoherent moan as I teased myself. Moments later, and I had swallowed the puffy glans. I was, though, held in place.
Hungry for them to fill me, I stroked the super cock upwards and managed some more, just a small portion, mind, while neither Gelson or Sheehn flexed their hips at me. One after the other, though, my knees were soon released. With what control I had, I first gazed down at the fullest object I'd ever experienced between my thighs [past missions resulting in...!]. It was both amazing and sexy to see not one but two cocks poised just past my pussy ring.
A flood of what to do's filled my mind and head. In the end, I just went with what felt natural; pleasurable, and there would, I felt ‘doubly' sure, be plenty of that before I reached my destination.
Remaining upright, I slowly slid my pussy walls, which stretched to accommodate the girth, down to about halfway before slowly flexing myself up. Although I was, thankfully, left to my own pleasurable devices, I noticed Arnor, his cock slick from having been the one to first fuck me, stood to the side, no doubt in expectant readiness for me to suck his dick.
Bit by pleasurable bit, I took more of super cock into me. Eventually, I was leant back, my left hand resting on Sheehn's outstretched leg as I bucked, fucked and rode the pair of them; Sheehn stroking my clit to maximize the pressure that was building up inside me.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh God, fuck me!" I cried out, and then a most euphoric climax engulfed my horny body; still, I continued.
I was soon motioned forward by Gelson and one of the others. I opened my mouth and Arnor immediately filled it, his hand grasping my hair. I was bouncing back and forth so wildly, it was the only way he could keep my head almost still as he plundered my mouth and throat with his firm length. All the same, together, they created a sensation I never could have imagined and I never wanted to end and before long my body was beset by yet another voluptuous orgasm.
"Yes, more, fuck me, fuck me with your cocks," I urged, as Arnor left me and blond haired Tieg took over.
Within no time at all, I felt Sheehn's hands move from my ever undulating tits, which he had been wonderfully caressing while rolling my hardened buds. They slid down to my hips and then onto my ass cheeks. I had yet to receive an offer from Arnor for what was happening, instead, I got what turned out to be a feel of his turgid cockhead at my tight crinkled anus. I was horny and open for them, one at a time, mind, despite the pleasure that accrued from having two in my wet, dowsed pussy, my pleasure palace, my delicious sexy cunt! And I felt so damn sexy right at that moment.
Originally, I contemplated taking them in three's, and yet there I was, a trio of dicks in me and about to be, yes, lovely, filled up by a fourth. Wedged in, I took a deep breath, knowing what was coming...me, when the cock in my ass, so tight with my walls grasping it, surged forward.
Immediately, I exploded. I was full, full of cock, more than ever before. My mind adjusted for the briefest of moments and I found myself riding them again, especially the one up my tight little a-hole; well, especially that one.
As best I could, I muttered all manner of garbled encouragements, either side of the others, Valon and Orig, changing over to fuck fill my mouth and keep the pressure going while managing to gasp when they switched on me. All the same, Arnor hogged my ass for quite some while before ceding me to Tieg.
They let out an ‘Ooo,' in unison, though, when I accepted Arnor back between my lips. Obviously, Swiss women weren't ones for ATM, something I have no trouble enjoying. With Arnor holding off directing me with his hands, I slathered my tongue around his warm firm shaft as I slowly slid my lips back and forth along it.
I since had Sheehn's hands back on my breasts, supporting my body as he did. I released mine from being braced either side of his shoulders and beckoned Valon and Orig either side of me. With a contented smile, I grasped each one's cock and began stroking them. I had all six in the clutches of my body, I realised; one in each hand, a third in my mouth, two in my sex crazed pussy and a final fulfilling one up my tight little asshole.
"Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt," I urged them on, in between swapping my oral attention between the other three, other than that, it was just garbled vociferations.
Moments later, I felt an orgasm build, looming vast and profound. Hands on either side grasped my body and raised me up a bit, enough that I was off those below me. As if sensing my climax, all four cocks moved at once, thrusting forward, just as the quivering inner walls of my ass and pussy practically milked the cocks that pistoned in and out.
When I came, my eyes closed, It was like stars detonated behind my eyelids as my muscles grabbed onto the cocks inside me.
I was lowered back down and allowed time to compose myself, only I wanted more. In truth, I didn't want it to stop. Moreover, I wanted to share my body, every one of my horny wanton sex holes with them. That meant a new position. I was determined to take charge.
"Right, share and share alike, guys," I said, and then had Tieg withdraw himself from my wonderfully reamed backside, which I followed up by taking myself from the super cock of Gelson and Sheehn, which I once again took into my mouth for a short suck and lick.
Leaving Gelson where he was, I helped Sheehn up. I then stood over Gelson with my back to him and subsequently lowered myself towards his awaiting erection. Again, I took a hold of his length. Then, as he supported my upper body, his hands on and spreading my buttocks, I fed the slick puffy glans into my awaiting ass.
"Emn, yes, let me..." I intoned, as I directed my hands back and braced them on his midriff. From there, and with my feet firmly planted on the floor of the compartment, I worked my tightest hole down and up the upper portion of Gelson's warm length, soon picking up a head of steam as I consumed more of him until I was bouncing down on his balls.
Positioned halfway up or down, I remained still. I then urged: "Right, fuck me!" And with that, he did. My asshole took a piston-like pounding as the sound of Gelson's balls slapping against my ass cheeks reverberated throughout the compartment.
After that, after I'd slowed things back down, I made my pussy and mouth once more available to the other five. Since he'd already plundered my horny wet sex, I got another taste of my honey juices on Sheehn while Tieg, Valon and Orig took turns in my dowsed pussy. Each one, with his forceful thrusts, motioned me up Gelson's length. Within little time at all, this new position caused me to buck and writhe in the most dramatic orgasm I'd experienced from them thus far.
When it soon came to Arnor's turn, he instead lowered himself to my clit and, despite the close proximity of Gelson, licked my firmed up stalk in small circular motions. That caused my body to spasm with the rhythm of his tongue.
"Ho, hurm, yes. Fuck!" I cried and jolted.
After that, I was sprawled over the table, my mouth at their mercy on one side while my pussy and ass were offered up on the other. I had my feet planted wide and my ass cheeks similarly drawn back. For the second time in as many days, I was about to be gangbanged by a group of Swiss men. How abso-fucking-lutely lucky was I.
A cock, firm, warm and hungry, filled me at both ends. In addition to their forward thrusts, the one in my mouth motioned my head up and down on him while a firm hand slapped each buttock. Not flat, though. Instead, it was smart, just the fingers. That, alone, sent a wave of tingles to my core. So when the third one connected with my warm round butt, I jolted forward, right onto - the other one. The forward motion took the warm turgid head into my throat, where it remained lodged; my lips pressed up against his groin. I managed to breathe, though, just about, as cock after cock, erection upon erection fucked me from behind hard and deep while my ass took the greater pounding from them.
I could barely breathe when the final one of them slid his length inside my hot wet cunt. I'd never before experienced erotic asphyxiation, ‘I was about to now,' I realised.
To make it all the more exhilarating for me, the one at my pussy stroked my clit with the same rhythm that he drilled me. I tried pushing back on him as my climatic orgasm took both shape and substance, if only to urge him to go faster. Only when he sensed the walls of my vulva tighten around him did he speed up.
In little time at all, I was cumming. I squeezed my pussy on his cock, making sure to feel every inch as my much-needed orgasm continued, trailed out and then came to an end. By then, the other one had relaxed his grip, enough to fuck my mouth. I soon sensed his urgency, though. With my right hand, I massaged his balls and with the left, I began to stroke his cock back and forth, eager to milk the cum out of his body. His breathing started to become faster and faster, indicating that he was seconds away from finishing inside my mouth and then he too was cumming.
I tasted a mixture of sweet and salt as it splashed on my tongue, his eruption was fierce all the same and I just about managed to swallow the first before the next warm creamy sticky salvo shot forth. Strangely, none of the four who had yet to finish took up a position behind me. Had they seen something they liked, a cum drinking slut and quite eager with it.
I found myself knelt up. In taking me from the table, however, some of the cards had landed, scattered, around my legs. I was directed by Arnor, who else, to put my hands behind me. He then pinned them back, handcuffing me with his.
Having issued his final instruction, I smiled as I covered the first of them and then worked my soft warm wet lips back and forth along the throbbing erection, I even tilted my head to one side and then the other. I was their pleasure puppet. I'd had mine and many times over. This, on the other hand, was their one and only starring role. One shot; one climax.
‘Oh yes,' I regaled, as I felt a warm blast of Gelson's spunk gush forth and spray the walls and roof of my mouth. I didn't swallow, though, that's what Arnor had told me. Not to swallow, but, instead, to collect them all like a good little cum slut. Their delicious creamy cocktail would be my reward, just no swallowing.
When it came to the fourth one, Tieg, I was as good as gagging from the amount of warm sticky cum that was swimming and swilling around my mouth.
"Let me see," Arnor said, and then he came around to the side. In one smooth gulp, I swallowed everything in my mouth, feeling their thick creamy cum slide down my throat and warm my stomach. After it was completely gone, I opened my mouth to show him the proof.
"Perfect," he enthralled, while the others once again ‘Ooo'ed,' my performance.
While I was there, my body undeniably warm in my nakedness, I picked up the cards. Suddenly, my professional senses kicked in. I fanned them out, examining the upturned backs. There, amongst the innocent pattern, I noticed a vagary.
"You want to play some more, Tanya?" Orig was quick to suggest, concerned as to what I may have noticed.
"Cheeky so and sos!" I was quick to exclaim. "The cards, they're marked," I said, as I got up.
There they were, all six of them, sat naked around the table. I had a good mind to turn the tables on them and take their clothes, only I was similarly naked. Instead, I smiled at them as I took my clothes back and got dressed. "That was a most enjoyable game and experience, guys," I intoned, before counting out and taking back my stake money.
"Maybe I'll see you on my return trip in a day or two, have a rematch, if you're up to it," I said, before bidding them farewell. I dare say I wasn't the only woman they'd caught in that way, I was grateful I was their first of the day, though.
I made it back to my compartment with 20 minutes to spare. ‘What a wonderful way to kill time and get pleasured amusement,' I thought to myself, as I got changed into my jump suit and then put on my winter clothes and boots.
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