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That was my first time in Paris. The city was everything I thought it would be. Beautiful buildings, beautiful scenery with beautiful men and women. Standing among the Parisian, my 5 ft 2 height made me look extremely petite and vulnerable.

Despite my petite frame, I am pretty in my own way. I have long, straight, silky black hair that flows to just above my waist. Big, round black eyes and red sensual lips. I'm extremely proud of my 36C-24-36 figures and I like wearing clothes that show off my ample breasts. Oh, did I mention, I'm a 25 years old Chinese gal.

Anyway, I was glad to be in Paris. Although it was a business trip, I extended my stay by 2 more days so that I could do some sightseeing. That was my last second day in Paris, as I bid goodbye to my co-workers, I started to get dressed for the day.

The weather was great. Although it was mid-October, the air was cool with occasional warm sunlight. Perfect for a day out. I carefully chose my outfit for the day. I want to look as sophisticated as the Parisian ladies I saw on the street, with a touch of feminine.

I threw on a brown silk blouse and a black skirt that falls just above my knees. Underneath the blouse, I wore a black push-up bra that pushes my tits even higher and feeling adventurous that day, I decided not to wear any panties.

I looked at myself one last time in the full-length mirror in the hotel room, smiling at the image I saw, threw on my trench coat and hit the street.

It was a Thursday afternoon; the metro was filled with working people from all over the city. I seldom take any train when I'm back home in Singapore, so I really enjoy taking the metro. As I stepped into the train, I could feel eyes on me. Men of all ages were looking at me, or more correctly, at my breasts. My blouse that was only buttoned up to just above my breasts shows my cleavage clearly. I was secretly glad that I'm attracting some attention on the other halves of the planet.

The train was packed and I had to stand. I could hardly reach the bar above for balance and was glad that there are people in front and behind me to stop me from falling over. Being so short, I could hardly see other people except for the two men that stood in front and behind me.

As the train rocked and I was trying hard to balance myself without pushing onto the people around me, I felt something hard behind me. I knew the feeling; it was the feeling of a hard cock. I could feel how big it is as the man behind pushes against me. I tilted my head a little to catch a glimpse of the man. He was a big black guy, about 6ft2.

I could feel him rubbing his cock against my back. Then suddenly, I feel a hand reach under my blouse, unclasp my bra in a swift motion and started kneading my breasts. I looked around for help but my height prevented the other passengers to notice what's happening. I wanted to shout for help but something stopped me. I realized that I was enjoying the thrill and excitement by all that was happening. The hand continues kneading my breasts. Then, he took my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and started to twist and pinch my nipple. The sensation was overwhelming. I bit on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. But my breathing was getting heavier and my breasts move with me drawing in every breath.

Suddenly, I realized that the man standing in front of me was watching everything. He was also a black guy. Shorter than the one behind me but very well built. He had quite nice features; actually, I did find him kinda handsome. He grinned as our eyes met. It hit me then that they knew each other. Just then, I felt another hand reach me from behind. The guy behind me was twisting and pinching both my nipples while pushing his cock against my back.

Grinning at me, the guy in front suddenly pulled my skirt up to my waist. His eyes widen when he saw me naked under the skirt. I could feel cool air blowing against my asscheeks and my pussy. I was nervous by his sudden move and looked around only to notice that the others on the train were oblivious to all that were happening.

The guy in front started rubbing my clit with his thumb as he slipped two fingers easily into my already wet pussy. He saw his fingers in and out, not forgetting to rub my clit as he pull out. The hands on my breasts harden his grips and twitch my nipples really hard. I gasp for air as I feel waves of pleasure.

The fingers in my pussy were moving faster and faster and the thumb was applying more pressure on my clit. I could not hold on any longer. Hard orgasm hit me and my body shook as I feel the pleasures all through my body. I could feel my cunt juice dripping down my thigh. I could not care for anything else, I needed to be fucked.

I reached for the zip in front of me and pulled it down. That was the biggest cock I'd ever seen all my life. It was at least 9 inched long, thick and black. I never had a black cock before, and the sight of such a huge one excites me.

I stated stroking it, holding it in my hand, I stroked it in fast movement. I guided it to my very wet pussy. I had to tiptoe and I could see the man bending a little so that he could put his cock in my pussy.

As his big cock pushes against my pussy lips, one hand had moved from my breasts to my anus. As the cock tried to push its head past my tight pussy lips, I could feel two fingers probing my asshole. Without warning, the huge cock pushes through my pussy lips and with one hard single stroke; the man pushes his cock all the way in me. The pain was unbearable, but I was enjoying it at the same time. The feeling of the huge cock in my pussy was too good.

Suddenly. I felt something hard pushing against my asshole and I panicked. I never had anal sex before, much less being fucked behind by a cock that big.

I tried to shift my body to escape the attack from behind but the two men held me tight and the man behind pushed right into my ass. He started sawing in and out and the pain was killing me.

Like some well-collaborated musicians, the two men started sawing their penises in and out of my pussy and my ass. The pain eventually turned into a strange pleasant sensation.

I could feel myself cumming. And within a few more strokes, I was shaking as hard orgasms hit me, waves after waves. Just then, I could feel the two cocks stiffen in my body. Separated by a thin layer of tissue, the two cocks exploded almost at the same time, shooting loads of cum right into my womb and bowel.

That sent another waves of orgasm through me. As I was recovering from my waves of pleasure, I felt the two limp cocks being withdrawn from my cunt and ass. A soft pop could be heard as the cock was pulled out from my asshole. The hand on my breasts gave my right nipple a one last hard twist before it was removed. The two men zipped up and pushed past the crowd and out of the train at the next station.

I was left in a daze on the train. Still recovering from the sensation I'd felt minutes ago. I cleared my head a little and just in time to alight at my stop. As I stepped out of the train, I could feel globs of cum combined with my cunt juice slipping down my thigh.

I quickly made my way to the nearest restroom to clean myself up and to clasp my bra back. As I walked out of the restroom, a smile of satisfaction spread across my face. I looked around at the black men around me and started wondering how big their cocks are. You know what, I'm just gonna go find out by myself.

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The elevator was empty when I entered on the basement spa floor. I used my room key to activate access to the suite floor and went to the back corner and leaned in. I rested my head on the paneled wall and plunged my hands in my robe pockets. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. The elevator rose to the reception floor and the cabin was immediately filled with guests and businessmen. In my exhausted state, I did not move.I kept my head leaning against the cabin wall looking up at the...

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