My name is Emma, I am a 22 long time old, bubbly girlfriend.

I am blonde, blue eyed, oval faced, fit, girl adjacent room access type that you would require to marry, but in the inside I am a horny woman of the street craving cock all the clip.

I had evening bailiwick group in the library, which ran late.

I left the library last to midnight, and saw the death bus for the route back home approaching the bus stop.

I get on the bus, and as I was looking for my bus crack, I was feeling the bus driver's eyes focusing on my farseeing leg, and extremist mini skirt, then moving his eyes to my tankful top which tightly wraps my size 36 C boobs with my nipples made their presence known through the white semitrailer transparent fabric, as I did not weary a bra.

I scanned my bus pass to pay the fare, I smiled, giggled then headed back twerking, because I knew the bus number one wood was watching me from the rear panorama mirror.

I was the only when one in the bus, and I wanted some privacy from the oculus of the pervert driver, so I headed to the last row, which was a five person seat running across the spine of the bus, with other nates blocking the view from the forepart, except the middle one seat, and there was ad instrument panel blocking the horizon from the driver in the heart of the bus. I sat by the window on the number one wood side.

Two stops later, a tall, tattooed, well built guy probably at least twice my age got on the bus. He was looking at his phone and slowly making his way back. He put his phone in his sac and noticed me. Without saying a Bible, he slowly made it all the way to the back, and sat at the early end of my seat, by the former window.

I pretended to ignore him and looked out from the window, but I was capable to see him from the reflection in the glass at night.

He was looking at me like a athirst lion which found his pray, and I was seeing his script is rubbing his private parts as he was looking at the blench peel of my wooden leg, my ultra mini skirt that is accentuating my wide of the mark rose hip and pin down shank, my retentive swan like neck, my buxom boobs with my mamilla probably even more seeable from the side, and my flabby beautiful tranquil elegant arms and hands.

As I looked out the window, I thought that he probably was fantasizing about him pinning me to the base of the bus, lift my mini skirt, finding out that I have no underclothes, and pushing his cock repeatedly deep inside me until he fills my pussy with his cum, then bequeath me on the floor and get off the bus.

If only I knew.

As I was fantasizing what he was fantasizing about me, I noticed from the window observation that he unzipped his denim and pulled his stopcock out, and started to masturbate as he was fucking me with his eyes.

I pretended not to notice, and continued to look outside the windowpane, while seeing the reflection of him playing with his cock. He had a nice uncut cock, and his foreskin was hiding and exposing the shiny mushroom head of his cock, as he moved his hand up and down. His pecker was normal size but well shaped. It looked attractive.



I couldn't service myself looking at his cock from the window, and something inside me started to get warmly. A total stranger was masturbating looking at me, and I was getting charge up !

I experienced many deviant trying to rub against me as they pass by, fondle or, touch by mistake, and even trying to put their dick in my hand in crowded concerts, which I got away, but this time for some reason I got excited. Maybe I was always with the gracious educated cat and the rawness of this guy was turning me on.

He had callused hands and big arms, and aged human face due to the uninterrupted sun picture doing outside work. Nevertheless, he seemed to have a self-confidence that I didn't see much in other men when they faced a hot woman like me.

I decided to act with the guy, at the end, we were in a bus, there was a device driver, so I was safe.

I looked at the guy, and he continued masturbating locking his eyes into mine.

I bite my lips, licked my index finger, pulled my mini skirt up and started playing with myself, as I watch his hammer straits coming in and out of his foreskin.

I was wet, I started drawing circles around my button, and occasionally fingering my snatch. He got more excited and started to stroke his cock harder.

I got hornier and hornier as I fingered my hot wet pussy, feeling the concentration, the texture, and the increasing temperature of my pussy on my digit. My brain who normally stops me from taking dangerous action at law went off the window, and my animal sex instinct took over.

I scooted over and sat next to the guy, he looked puzzled."it's OK"I said, I hold his helping hand on his hammer, pushing aside, and grabbed his shaft and started stroking him.

He put his hand on my pubic bone, and pushed his two midst, hard digit inside of me, and started to thumb fuck me, his fingers rubbing my clit as they go in and out of my wet puss."You are so tight and wet"he said."You are rock-and-roll punishing"I replied with an evil smile."Because of you"he said, with a grinning."I got that a lot"I replied, confidently.

I liked his compliments, so I decided to spend a penny his day, and go beyond masturbating him. I was giving blow jobs to my friends, people I meet at the bars, and this guy probably never got a gust job from a hot college scholar, so I decided to give him a Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae shock job.

I leaned down on his hard cock, pushed his foreskin back with my deal, and appreciated his bright red shiny mushroom cloud cock brain.

I looked all around his member, and it was looking healthy with no signs of disease, so I decided to prompt forward.

I licked the tip of his foreland with the tip of my spit, then I wrapped my diffused warm back talk around his prick question and started rolling my tongue around the head, drawing circles.

He pulled his earphone and started recording me, I didn't care, I was already on the net from the leak out revenge videos of my boyfriends.

I pushed his stopcock towards his hairy belly and pulled his balls out of his jeans, making his ball, beam of light and promontory available for me to devour.

I gently bit his formal, just enough for me to see some pain mixed with pleasure in his face.

I smiled and while looking at him in the eye, I started slowly licking his orchis, moved lips and spit on to the dick, then to the mind, and down, and up again, polishing his Lucille Ball, putz and head with my tongue, lips and saliva.

He was looking at me in shock, awe, and pleasure. He probably didn't believe his eye that a somewhat college girl was giving him a puff job in a midnight bus, but today was his lucky day.

Next I grabbed his shaft by the root and put his cock head in my backtalk, wrapping tightly where the foreland connects to chicane with my lips, moving my knife left and justly under the headway of his thick cock.

I slowly pushed his cock into my mouth as I continued to move my tongue left and rightfield, which was now massaging both his tool and the head, he started caressing my haircloth, shoulder, ass.

Then I pushed his cock head into my pharynx, making a vacuum cleaner, and starting moving my nous back and Forth River and left and right. I was feeling his difficult but diffuse stopcock head pressing against my right of my throat, then right of my throat, then getting squeezed by the narrowing wet warm transit in the back of my throat,"this is better than a pussy"he moaned, as he was fingering my pussy.

I was holding him in my constrictive pharynx as I was tickling his egg with my long finger nails."You are awesome"he said. I looked up at his appreciating eyes and winked with a smile, and started to bug the sensible expanse under his mushroom head with my tongue.

When I was feeling that he was about to come, I was stopping to delay and torment him, then I was continuing, I was feeling his orb were getting warmer and his load book was getting bigger in his prostate as I prolong the tease.

We passed respective bus period, and I realized I was close to my bus stop.

I looked him in the eye and said"I want to swallow all your cum, and not waste a drop, daddy ”, his eye got brighter, I wrapped my lips around his putz, started stroking his shaft with one hand, rubbing his globe with the other, rolling my tongue around his cock. `` undecomposed female child, suck your daddy harder ! '' he exclaimed, `` I will serve your dinner soon ''

I was feeling he was about to come up, his shaft mineral vein and read/write head beau.

I thought to myself, he was probably holding and trying not to come as much as potential. I looked him in the eye and said"gift it to me, daddy, give it to me ”, and put his pecker back in my mouth.

That made him hybridise the boundary, he closed his eyes and pushed his head back, his whole physical structure tensed up, `` I am coming '' he grunted, trying not to holler in the bus, then he started squirting drawing string over string section of warm tasty cum flooding my mouth as he was squeezing my ass with his unassailable calloused hands.

My mouth was full of cum, I waited until his shaft softened and continued to suck his cum, keeping his prick head in my oral cavity, as I was looking him in the eye with my bright blue centre and a smile.

I took his rooster out of my lip, and with a joyful expression I opened my mouth to show all the cum on my natural language."Good girl ”, he said. I giggled and live with it all, and continued licking and swallowing oozing cum as his prick went completely wilted. Timing was perfect, this was my bus stop consonant, I gave him a osculation,"thanks, daddy ”, and got off the bus.

As the bus leaving the stop, I waved at him and blew a buss, but he was not looking, he was watching the video of us he just recorded.

"What a jolt"I said to myself,"he used me then didn't even say good bye, like all men do ”. Then I thought,"if I want a prick, I have to trade with this realism ”, and started walking towards my sister 's domicile, which was where I was living. I knew my sister 's husband were waiting for his sister in law ; ) .