I was about 18 at the time and was going North on a train to Leeds from Kings Cross. I knew I was bi curious but had never done much about it. I'd had a few drinks in London and was feeling horny and brave. I have always wanted to have sex with Indians or Pakistanis as I think they are really handsome. In those days the carriages were separate and sometimes you could spend the whole journey by yourself especially on a late train.

I had tried to proposition a Sikh gentleman but he wasn't interested or was scared, who knows. I thought I wasn't going to get any action on the train. After one of the stops a Pakistani gentleman got onboard and sat in my carriage. He was probably mid thirties. His English was very heavily accented which made me even hornier. We said hello and that was about it. I plucked up courage to take the conversation around to what I was thinking. I asked him if he was married he replied that he was, I asked him if he had ever kissed a man and he said no, I said would you like to. He said yes, I was already moving across towards him and we kissed, his moustache was bristly.

As I moved back he looked down to his crotch and my eyes followed down and there was his cock poking out of his flies. I was so horny I thought my cock would burst. I bent down to take it in my mouth. It was so hard it felt like an iron bar. Not very big, but it was so hard, it was solid. I had never done this before, I didn't know whether to suck or blow.I kinda just let it stay in my mouth. I wanted us to go to a toilet so he could fuck me properly but he wouldn't go. He told me to drop my pants and he would take me from behind. I was a bit taller than him so I had to squat...he was so horny he was jabbing his cock at my hole which wasn't nice as it was sensitive. I told him to wait a minute as I guided him to my arse. Once it was just there he pushed it right in, he put his right arm across my belly and grabbed my cock with his left hand and he started wanking me hard.

He was fucking me like a freight train. He was going as hard as he could I was nearly getting knocked into the next carriage. The rhythm and pace was fantastic. I thought what a lucky lady to be married to this sex machine. We heard another carriage door slide open...maybe a ticket collector or something...he pulled out in a flash had his cock away and was sat down on the far seat as if nothing happened. Me I was pants to me ankles with my cock springing up. I frantically pulled my pants up and sat down. I was half pissed as it was.

As soon as the coast was clear he had me back up pants down cock into me again hammering as hard as He could, I thought he was superman going flat out as he was. I was crouched down bent forward him holding me tight across the belly with his right arm and tossing me with his left. The sensation was unbelievable and I blew my load over the seat of the carriage. About 10 or 15 seconds later he blew his load into me. Heaven. He pulled his cock out and apologised for not riding me longer. He said it was too much excitement. What a gentleman. I remember looking down at his cock with cum dripping out of the end. I felt great.

We sat down and I had a doze as the alcohol was taking effect. I felt someone trying to wake me. It was him saying he was ready for another go. But I was too pissed to want to respond. He moved my hand to his cock but I wanted to doze. I wished I had done as I would have had another great fuck. A bit later on a lady got into our carriage and the horny wee bastard was chatting her up. I felt kind of jealous as I was sat there with a few pints of his spunk up me.

I still get horny thinking about this encounter today. I would have loved to have shared a hotel room for the night. I still love Pakistani men.

Luv

Dee