I sat in the waiting room of the police station waiting for my parents to pick me up. This was yet another in a long line of disappointments to test the patience of my long suffering Mum and Dad. Although the reason I was here could hardly be called a disappointment more like a complete disaster. I know my life had being getting out of control in the last few months and I had found myself drinking too much.

It was of course all my own fault; I had wasted my time at university and ended up in the obligatory dead end job. Gone through boyfriends as often as shoes and spent every penny I earned on going out getting as drunk as often I could.

This was not my first time at a police station and not the first time my parents had “rescued” me, it was however going to be the most humiliating. The previous occasions were all for being drunk and this was no exception on that but now I had done something much much worse. It was almost 7am and it still amazed me how quickly a few hours in a police cell can reduce the effects of alcohol.

The door opened and I saw the familiar face of my Mum, despite the situation I was relived to see her. I had a quick glance round and thought all my birthdays had come at once I could go without her knowing the real reason I was here. I was just mumbling an apology to her when the desk sergeant looked up.

I could see him reach down and pick up a clear plastic bag. Oh god this was going to be so excruciatingly embarrassing. “Miss Watson, I think these belong to you” he handed me the bag. It was obvious to anyone looking that the back contained a pair of knickers. Of course my Mum looked bewildered as I hung my head in shame and took hold of the bag. It was obvious to the officer that I hadn’t told my Mother of the reason for my arrest.

Before I had time to argue he gave her a piece of paper telling her that this had all the information on which the chief constable would be assessing to determine any further action. I could feel my face burn with the shame as we walked to my Dad’s car. I was very conscious of my lack of underwear as I sat in the back seat. A fact that was plainly obvious to both my parents as I held the bag on my lap. My Mother began to read out loud the information given to her. I cringed with remorse as the events were relayed to my Dad.

I only had a vague drunken recollection and as she calmly read the statement and I just wanted to hide my blushing face forever. All I could remember was feeling the need to pee and although I was on my way home I thought no one would see if just hitched my skirt up and squatted down at the side of the road. How was I supposed to know that there was a security camera and then worse off all a police patrol just round the corner.

I listened in horror as she read that after I had urinated I had kept my skirt above my waist, removed my knickers completely and proceeded to walk brazenly along the pavement exposing my self. I had no idea that’s what happened and could only think that the skirt must have stayed bunched up without me realising. I did however remember taking my knickers off because I had actually began to pee myself, as I was so desperate.

I gave out a loud gasp and began to sob with the pure humiliation as my Mum read out the actual charge. “Committing a lewd and obscene act in a public place”. I looked up and saw my Dad’s eyes in the rear view mirror for a brief moment I saw him look downwards. Oh shit I realised I had let my thighs part and he could probably see right up my skirt.

“Well I hope you’re proud of yourself my girl,” he said with a look of sheer disgust in his face. “Its not enough to get drunk out of your head every week” he ranted “you’ve now got to walk around looking worse than a common prostitute”. I could only offer a meek apology and try to explain I was drunk I didn’t know what I was doing.

My Mum meanwhile was giving me the usual “you had everything you ever wanted and look at you now” speech. My Dad though was far from finished his verbal assault. “In fact I bet that’s what you are; isn’t it Rachel, a prostitute”. Oh god how he could he say that to me. “A cheap little tart who likes to get drunk out of her silly little mind and screw anyone who buys you another drink”. I was crying unashamedly at his harsh words and started pleading with my Mum to stop him talking to me like this. I was in for a shock; usually she was slightly sympathetic to me but not this time. She commented that maybe he was right perhaps I was a prostitute, why else would I hold my skirt up above my waist and walk around displaying myself. I found myself shouting my denial I even threw the bag containing my knickers at my Dad, which made him swerve the car.

I hadn’t realised we were pulling on the drive at home and the crunch of the gatepost scraping down the side of the car made me stop shouting in a second. Could this get any worse as my Dad turned to look at me “Get the rest of your prostitutes uniform out of this house and don’t you dare come back until you think we are more important that getting pissed” with that he got out and said he was going for a walk to calm down and I better be gone before he got back.

I pleaded with Mum to talk him round and I didn’t want to move out and beside I didn’t even have anyway I could go. I had no money for a bond on a flat let alone having to them pay the rent and I didn’t really have any close friends who I could even stay with for a short while. To my complete dismay she agreed with my Dad, it would be better if I moved out and calmly told me she would help me get some things together.

I was begging her as she slowly put some of my clothes in a suitcase. “Please Mum, I promise I will stop drinking”. She just smiled at me “of course you will dear and look at those pigs flying past the window”. “Owwww Mummy Pleaseee” god I hadn’t called her Mummy for 15 years but she didn’t bat an eyelid.

She left the room and told me I had 5 minutes to get what ever else I wanted; I couldn’t begin to think of what I might need. I just lay on my bed and sobbed hoping it was a nightmare and I would walk up and find it had been a dream.

My brief rest was short lived as Mum walked back in, “well I’ve found you a place to go young lady”. I was only half listening as she told me she had telephoned Aunt Maureen and she would be delighted to instil some discipline in me for the next few weeks. What did she mean, “discipline” but then again what choice did I have. I was informed that I was to go and stay for 6 weeks and if Aunt Maureen sent back a good report then I could move back home providing I maintained the rules she would teach me.

I could hardly even remember Aunt Maureen, I didn’t even think she was a real Aunt and although I kept asking questions Mum just said I would have to wait and see for myself what it all meant. Despite my deep reservations about the whole situation I agreed and Mum gave me a huge hug and said I would do me the world of good. Dad returned just as Mum was booking a train ticket for me “ you could have least had the decency to get changed” he snapped. I hadn’t thought to put on anything else and I stood in front of him in a white boob tube with no bra of course and a very short flared blue mini-skirt.  Mum announced there wasn’t time now as the train was leaving in an hour, I protested that the station was only 5 minutes away but she just opened the door and told me it might be 5 minutes in the car but since I didn’t have a car I better get walking.

I was numb at the speed of the events and with the case in my hand I didn’t even get a “goodbye” from my parents they just closed the door and told me to hurry up.

At this time in the morning I was highly conscious of the fact I hadn’t got changed and was so annoyed with my self but yet it was so typical of me I never seemed to do anything right. The shoes I still had on from last night were completely unsuitable for walking and as I trudged my way down the street I felt incredibly sorry for myself. A sharp breeze suddenly made me aware that I was still minus my knickers and only a quick tug on the hem of my skirt preserved my modesty.

At long last I was sat on the train, my feet were killing me, I was hungry and cold and not to mention the fact I hadn’t been to bed. I looked in my purse to see a small amount of change hardly enough for a cup of coffee let alone any food. I heard the crackle of the speakers and a bored sounding voice welcoming everyone aboard then to my dismay inform everyone that the normal duration of the journey was increased from 9 hours to 11 hours because of maintenance work. I gasped at the thought of spending 11 hours on a train with no money, no food and to cap it all no knickers.

The train wasn’t full and thankfully no one sat next to me, it didn’t seem long until I began to close my eyes and the lack of sleep caught up with me. It was hardly the most comfortable place to try and get some sleep but I was too tired to care where I was. I leaned against the side of the window and the rumbling of the train actually helped to rock me to sleep.

I kept replaying the events of last night through my head; I began to remember what happened from the 2 police offers that arrested me, one of which was a girl around the same age as me who talked down to me as if she were talking to a child, to the desk sergeant who had the audacity to blatantly lift my skirt up himself to see how bare I was.

The images in my head although deeply shaming were in a perverse way sending a shiver down my spine. I must have began to dream and it was a very sexy dream of being forced to show myself off and although I was never that kind of a person I found it fascinating.

I had no idea how long I had been asleep when I heard voices, “look I told you she hadn’t any knickers on” followed by “ do you think she’s really asleep”. I realised I must have shuffled in the seat and made my skirt ride all the way up and my legs had actually parted leaving nothing to the imagination. I hesitated for a moment not wanting to react therefore making them aware I had heard them. I thought I could discretely adjust my skirt and of course close my legs. “She must be fast asleep or else she is a right kinky bitch,” said the first voice again. I was shocked to hear them refer to me in that way as well as shocked to hear the voice a little clearer and thought it sounded like a boy not a man.

Despite the fact that I was sat with my legs splayed and on view to at least 2 boys I felt a strange mixture of shame and excitement. I desperately wanted to close my legs and cover myself up but the fact they thought I was asleep sort of made me feel as if it wasn’t my fault I was on display. The next words made me take a gulp and could I really stay still and let this happen. “Dare you to sit next to her then and touch her bush”, I heard both boys giggle and the one who had been dared replied “okay then your on”.

I felt the seat ripple as he sat beside me then the other boy told him to cough loud just to make sure I was fast asleep. He did and I took the opportunity to squint through one eye and in the reflection of the glass I saw a boy of about 14 kneeling on the seat in front of me. He was wearing a school uniform, which almost made me sit bolt upright and call an end to this bizarre charade. Before I could make a decision on what to do the boy sat next to me was rubbing hid hand on the inside of my thigh.

I had to use all my strength to stop myself gasping out loud and remain as still as could be. He slowly stroked his hand up and down my thigh for a few minutes each time he was getting closer and closer to my sex. The other boy kept trying to suppress a giggle and urged his friend on further “go on then touch her cunt”. The word he used to describe my most intimate part made me feel so vulgar and I was so perplexed as why I was allowing this to happen.

I must be so stupid I thought to myself surely any normal woman would have closed her legs instantly and pulled her skirt down not caring whether the boys knew they had been overheard or not. I was fighting with my own emotions I wanted to see what the boy would do but I wanted to cover myself up at the same time. The next time his hand stroked along my thigh he didn’t stop but carried on up right to my mound. I could feel the tips of his fingers gently probe through my pubic hair.

His friend gasped in amazement as the boy’s fingers became more confident and without warning he pushed his middle finger between my pussy lips. I knew all this touching had made me wet and his finger was easily able to slide right inside me. “She must be having a nice dream,” laughed the boy who had his finger as deep as he could in my vagina. “Let me have a better look,” hissed the boy kneeling in front of me and to my disbelief I felt my legs being eased further apart.

Up to now I hadn’t thought about the rest of the passengers, what if they could see what was happening. I was thankful at least that I had taken a seat at the very back of the carriage so at least there was no one seated behind me. He withdrew his finger from me and proceeded to push apart my labia, “there can you see enough now” I could feel the cool air on the wetness of my crudely displayed sex and could not believe the sheer bravado of the young boy doing this to me.

The 2 boys must have been almost mesmerized by the view they had as a few minutes of complete silence followed. “Bet you can’t get her tits out”, obviously not wanting to back down from a challenge the boy next to me replied that it would be easy. Once again his nerve was incredible as without hesitation he simply pulled my top down over both my breasts. “Not very big” he said disparagingly “but she’s got cute nipples”.

“Hey, lets take a few pictures of her with my new camera phone” the boy kneeling said enthusiastically. God I had to put a stop to this now it had gone too far. I let out a sigh and a half yawn in the vain hope I would scare them away thinking I would walk up. All I succeeded in doing was to hurry them up I heard the boy next to me tell his friend to get a close up of my bush and some of all of me including my face. They were laughing quite loudly by now at how they might make some money at school showing the pictures to their friends.

 I heard the announcer saying we were approaching a station and the boy in front saying to his friend they had to get off. “Wait I just need to do this” I felt fingers at my pussy lips again and something small and cold being pressed inside me. “I think the lady will appreciate a reward when she wakes up” he laughed as I felt him climb off the seat. The last thing I heard as they walked away was laughter and comments about how they would love to see my face when I woke and how funny it had been to leave me like that with my tits out and cunt splayed open for everyone to see.

What did they mean by everyone, I shuddered and took a deep breath slowly opening my eyes. My god the door to get out of the carriage was right next to my seat and I was sat in full view of about a dozen people filling past to get off the train. Most people were just looking straight at me and sort of smiling, one middle age bloke calmly said “Good afternoon”. I nervously and instinctively replied the same to him all the time frantically adjusting my clothes.

I sat in almost total shock as the train pulled away again, it was 3pm in the afternoon, how long had I been asleep with my skirt up and my pussy on show. At least no one in the carriage seemed to be taking any notice of me. Eventually my breathing returned to normal and it almost felt like it had been a dream but then I remembered the boy putting something inside me.

I couldn’t feel it and realised it must be quite deep and I better make my way to the ladies to try and retrieve it. Standing in the small cubicle legs astride with my fingers buried up my wet vagina was not an image I could have foreseen. At last I eased the object out, what a smug bastard I thought; it was a one-pound coin. The boy had “paid” me for being his plaything by pushing a coin inside me.

I was overwhelmed with intense feelings of arousal, never in all my life had I felt a desire like it. I was so wet my pussy juice was almost running down my legs and the tiny cubicle reeked of my sex. I wasn’t the type of person that was prone to masturbating but I felt a strange compulsion to do it now. The whole events of the last day and a half rushed through my mind. From the way my own Dad had probably seen my pussy in the car to the boy pulling my lips open for his friend to gaze at me. It felt like a matter of seconds before I groaned to a mighty orgasm and had to remind myself to be quiet as I gave a little squeal of delight.

My fingers and thighs were soaked in my own fluid and panic spread through me as I tried the tap to get some water and with no joy I was mortified to see no tissues either. I had no choice but to wipe myself on my skirt and the pale blue colour was a perfect choice to highlight the wetness I had created. I took a look in the mirror just as I opened the door and was met by a reflection, which made me gasp in shock. My hair was all over the place; last nights make up had run, I was flushed and dishevelled to say the least.

I was so preoccupied with the thoughts of how obscene I looked and I walked right into a woman waiting outside for the loo. I stammered an apology to her and if looks could kill I would have died on the spot. She gave me such a look of contempt and disgust I almost felt she was going to physically hit me as well.

 I walked back to my seat and for the first time saw all the faces on my carriage. Each and everyone appeared to be looking me straight in the eye almost confirming my worst fear that they had all seen me expose myself in my sleep. I hung my head in complete shame only to see how wet and stained my skirt was almost making me look as if I had peed myself.

I hadn’t been sat for long when the ticket collector appeared saying how he had missed me the first time around and had I enjoyed my sleep. It was plainly obvious with his huge sarcastic smile that he must have seen me with my skirt up. I blushed to the core as I showed him my ticket and he left with a sarcastic “hope to see you again Miss”.

The next couple of hours seemed to last an eternity with people coming and going as the rush hour passed. It began to go dark and the train was quite empty now when a man suddenly walked towards me with 2 cups of coffee. He offered me a cup and motioned as if he could sit next to me. I wasn’t too happy at the thought of company but the thought of a coffee was too tempting to refuse. I eagerly sipped the hot liquid as if it were the best drink I ever had. He introduced himself as Peter and actually seemed quite a likeable sort of person. He was much older than me about 40 I would have guessed and he was being friendly without making it obvious he was trying to chat me up.

I found his company quite relaxing and even admitted some of the truth on why I was dressed a little strangely for my journey. Although I said it was because I had been out very late and didn’t realise the time of the train so therefore didn’t have time to change. I then confessed that I had left without any money either and hadn’t eaten anything all day. As soon as I said it I realised how it must of sounded. God I had made myself look like a whore, my Dad’s word that I was a prostitute were ringing in my ears.

Of course Peter responded by saying we must go to the buffet car and despite how it looked I wasn’t able to refuse. We had a wonderful meal; though to be fair I was so hungry anything would have been wonderful. I didn’t even notice when the first bottle of wine had gone and he was ordering a second. I had a brief thought that this might be the last “drink I had before the dreaded Aunt Maureen so I managed to finish most of the second bottle myself.

After the meal we returned to the first class carriage which he had a seat and in the plush surroundings he quite matter of fact asked how I was going to pay him back for dinner. I stuttered I was not that kind of girl and he had made a mistake. He assured me it was me who would be making a mistake if I didn’t do as I was told. He would inform the steward and have me ejected from the train as well as making a statement to the police that I had solicited him. He asked if I would like to explain the fact I was not wearing underwear and that everyone on the train had seen my disgusting exhibition of myself. It was in fact the ticket collector who had told him he thought a prostitute was on the train.                                                                                         

I began to try and explain but realised that to the whole world it must appear as if indeed I was a prostitute and decided that I had no choice but to pretend I actually was. There was no way I could risk getting arrested again so I meekly asked what he wanted me to do.

Without seeming to care we were in an open carriage he undid his zip and smiled at me to get my mouth around his cock and earn my dinner. I felt physically sick at the thought; felatio had never been high on my list of sexual preferences and apart from stumbling attempts as a teenager I hadn’t had a cock in my mouth for years.

I closed my eyes and prayed it wouldn’t last long as I thought what ever lay ahead at Aunt Maureen’s I was paying for my sins now. I was thankful I had drunk the wine to at least numb some of my senses allowing me to perform this disgusting act without throwing up. His cock was still soft in my mouth and knew I was expected to actually work with my mouth to excite him. I had a vision of my parents stood over me looking at what I was doing, my Dad even commenting that he was right I was indeed a prostitute.

He had turned around in his seat and I was on my knees on the floor. The movement of the train and of my head bobbing up and down was actually making me dizzy. At last he was getting hard and then I began to panic what would happen when he came. Then his phone rang and he calmly answered; it was his wife.

I looked up from my task but was ushered into continuing as he had a conversation on how his business meeting had gone and how the train would be late. It all seemed so surreal as I sucked vulgarly at his now rock hard cock and he just sat chatting to his wife as if I wasn’t even here. I was still in turmoil with his complete disregard for me when I heard footsteps behind me.

I froze my actions but his hand rested on top of my head and roughly held my hair to force my head up and down on his cock. This was almost more than I could take as I heard the steward politely asking if he would like a drink,  “yes a scotch” he replied then laughed          “nothing for the lady she will be having a drink shortly”

I couldn’t believe he was looking at me doing this obscene act on the train and doing nothing to prevent it. He returned with the drink and Peter took a sip, he had let go of my hair by now and I was left on my own to greedily suck at his penis. The arrogant bastard was now making a call on his phone; it must have been some colleague of his. “Yes I’ve got a scruffy looking little tart on the train sucking my dick as we speak” raucous laughter followed at a level which everyone on the carriage must have heard. He continued “ cheap as well, only cost me a meal”, I was humiliated beyond words and wanted to cry but was determined not to let him have the satisfaction that he had reduced me to tears.

“I would have taken her knickers as a souvenir but the little tramp isn’t wearing any”, Once again no effort was made to keep it quiet. The next thing I knew he had griped my hair again and lifted my head off his cock, “say hello” he held the phone to my face. I could hear laughter coming from the phone and as I was reluctant to speak a sharp tug to my hair brought a “hello” from my lips.

My whole body was aching, my knees especially were hurting so much, my neck was painful and mouth and jaw were almost numb. I felt like begging him to cum or let me rest at least when I felt both hands on the top of my head. With a firm push down almost chocking me on his cock I felt it spasm into releasing its vile fluid. He gave a loud groan of pleasure and held my head tight forcing me to swallow several mouthfuls until he let me go. Even as his cock slipped from my mouth it still spurted cum on my face, I could feel it dribble from my mouth and run down on to my cleavage.

I staggered to my feet and almost ran from the carriage, the next compartment was the steward’s quarter he was sitting on his own. I could tell by the look on his face that my torment was far from over.

“Please it wasn’t my fault”, I sobbed not even knowing why I was trying to explain things to him. I instinctively tried to rub the sticky mess from my face and my chest and found myself rubbing my hands over my boobs to get the wetness off my hands. I could feel my nipples sticking out through my flimsy top and wondered just how obscene I must look.

He was younger than I first thought maybe around 19 and hardly a Brad Pitt look-alike. He was just staring at me almost in disbelief at what he was seeing which to be fair probably wasn’t a view he saw most days. I don’t what I said it but I asked him what he wanted me to do. “Why don’t you get down on your hands on knees and show me that arse then”, he replied sort of nervously.

I thought better than to argue I just complied with his request. When I was in position I heard a little murmur of appreciation and a command to lift my skirt up and show my arse to him.  I did as I was told not understanding why I was doing all these outrages things so willingly. I could hear him approach me and with his feet he pushed the inside of my knees to get them as wide as the isle would allow. For the second time I heard the sound of a zip coming down.

Oh god he was going to screw me and I was just going kneel here and let it happen.

He rested his hand on my bum cheeks and without any ceremony he pushed his cock straight in my soaking pussy. “Good grief you’re a wet little bitch aren’t you,” he laughed. I hated myself for obviously enjoying what was happening to me and gave a loud sigh of contentment as he took hold of my hips and began vigorously pumping his hard cock as fast as he could.

My elbows had fell to the floor and I eased my shoulders as low as I could to be able to move my hand between my own legs. Somehow I knew he wouldn’t last long and I needed to bring myself to orgasm before he finished using me. I didn’t care how much of a slut I looked as I rubbed my self and begged him to fuck me harder. I had never behaved like this in all my life what the hell was happening to me.

I heard a familiar grunt of elation as he released his cum deep inside me and I frantically frigged myself for all I was worth. As he withdrew I felt my hand get covered with yet more spunk and just as I was about to reach orgasm my head was roughly lifted by someone else.

It was the ticket inspector with his cock already out of his trousers and a beaming smile on his face. 

I wanted to scream with my own satisfaction but he pushed his manhood in my mouth and laughed, Jesus Nigel she’s the dirtiest bitch I’ve ever seen. Nigel meanwhile had stood up and was casually rubbing his shoe between my thighs almost making me ride it.

“Is this what you were expecting young lady” came the voice “when you sat showing your cunt to everyone”. I couldn’t answer with a mouthful of cock but my murmurs must have sounded like conformation.

I had never had sex with more than one person before and now I was being used like an object and craving this abuse. The older man held my head and gave me my second drink of sperm, which I greedily accepted. As they both adjusted their clothing I was actually made to say “thank you” to them which brought a fresh blush of shame to my face.

The ticket inspector looked me up and down and sniggered “you’re a nice looking girl but you look like a well used whore now.

I was in some sore of daze walking back to my seat as the announcer told everyone we were approaching the end of the journey. My body felt like it was covered from head to toe in spunk and my own pussy juice and I was aware how I smelled of stale sex.

The train ground to a halt and I stumbled off on to the platform. I looked up to see Aunt Maureen shaking her head in disgust at the sight of me. “My god Rachel I knew your parents told me you were a cheap little scrubber but look at the state of you!” How could my own parents describe me like that to her but before she could say anything else Peter walked past me. “Hello again, I almost didn’t recognise you without a cock in your mouth”.