Natalie commutes to work

As always, the train Natalie took to commute to her workplace was filled to bursting, and there were no free seats in sight. However, Natalie let out a sigh of relief when she spotted a smartly dressed businessman in his early thirties across the aisle who was sporting a convenient erection. She weaved her way through the crowd, eager to reach the guy before someone else spotted him. She backed her ass up towards the seated man, spread her legs slightly, and lowered herself until she could feel his boner sliding into her pussy. The man barely even registered her and kept staring intently at his phone.

Natalie was just about to get out her own phone to catch up on the morning's emails when she felt her lips being pressed apart by the **** of an entering dick. The slim, slightly nerdy-looking young student that had been standing in the aisle in front of her had taken advantage of the fact that Natalie's head was now roughly level with his crotch to rest his cock in her mouth. As the train pulled out of the station, gently wobbling on its tracks, Natalie relaxed as she was rocked back and forth, two dicks sliding in and out of her rhythmically at both ends.

Since this new position meant that she couldn't comfortably used her phone anymore, Natalie looked around. The train looked like any other early morning commuter train: Right across from her, a well-dressed woman in her forties was absentmindedly fingering the girl next to her, a hipster in her mid-twenties who had evidently fallen asleep. Next to them, an old age pensioner had his wrinkled face buried deep between the ass cheeks of a girl in a school uniform who was standing in front of him gossiping with her classmates, her only acknowledgment of him being her slightly arched back that allowed him to bury his nose deeper in her cunt.

Most of the people riding the train this early in the morning were either school age or part of the workforce. Looking around, Natalie could see the logos of several well-known companies in the crotches around her. She spotted the signature sun of Sunburst Holdings, the stylized figure of an athlete of JumboSports, and the signature dyed audio cassette of Orange Records. She even saw some school girls sporting the pretentious coat of arms of their snobby school, Lawhon Academy.

When Natalie got out at her stop, she realised that her seat provider must have come inside her at some point during the train ride, as evidenced by the thin trickle that was making its way down her left leg.