Bus stop

Part 2/6

Monica texted " Unscrew the cam/put it in", with Paul following along and finding a hidden earpiece to link his phone to.

"Dude that Milf looks sexy as fuck. Did you see what she's reading?" she shouted, proudly unveiling a shameless part of herself blaring secretly in his ear.

'no' Paul texted back.

"It's a smut novel, a dirty one at that too, just look at that slut rubbing her legs together" Monica informed, with her drooling obvious even without seeing her.

"She's horny, so make a move; just say this all cool and low-like ..."

"Ms. Anaessa" Paul quoted without knowing the source, yet triggering something in the bookworm; who went wide-eyed and panicked in shame from being found out, while her thighs clenched just a bit more from her fantasy playing out.

"Grab the back of her neck!" Monica ordered quickly.

Paul took that risk, gripping the mature woman's nape like a cat and flushing out all of her resistance as she lightly moaned out in turn "Count Ash", while taking out a small item from her pocket, that Paul worried was mace, yet after she pushed a button on this fob; he was reassured by the now audibly intense buzzing in her pants.

He pulled her into a kiss, discarding her 'romance novel', as her soft body pressed against him and his small camera; prompting Monica's cheering at the well aimed boob-cam.

"**** her on your cock!" She instructed; that while Paul hated the idea of a backseat driver, he welcomed the idea of a slutty cheerleader, so he pulled out his cock out to the romance lover.

"The monolith of nobility" The book-babe moaned, as yet another reference he didn't get.

"**** her!" Monica reiterated

'Anessa' fell like putty in his hands, showing an incredibly submissive look as her mouth parted open and he abruptly folded her down; slamming his prick into the back of her throat for her to gag and sputter on, unable to take such a cock down with what she had fantasized as a slutty throat-pussy meant to serve, given her lack of any experience as her glasses clumsily fell.

"Keep her there" Monica added cruelly, as the book-babe instinctively tried lifting herself only to be pushed back down by a slightly guilty Paul that focused on the tight, warm and wet pulses gagging around him.

"Wait, 1,2,3,4. . ." Monica counted off to ten; while watching the quick learner of a slut slowly work, pacing herself up and down slightly while becoming lost in her fantasy.

"Okay, she's got it-" she cheered for the slut."-now get that toy's fob" with a mischievous glee coming over her as she touched herself to the sight of a woman played with under her orders by a stud her pussy's addicted to.

"Keep going" Paul commented nervously, while fishing into her pocket, and watching the apparently subby-girl stretch her throat even rougher from being commanded.

"She's not getting your fuck-pole all the way down, smack her fat ass"

*Smack*

A high pitched groan then radiated through Paul's dick.

"Oh good she got it now, hit the fob to max---now back down, smack her again; fucking great!, now the fob, now that ass..." Monica rattled on, while getting off to training a woman at a distance; her mind already stripping her nude to serve as an obediently collared pet.

Despite being somewhat spooked by Monica's intensity in his ear, Paul was awestruck by an innocent looking woman rapidly sliding his cock across her dainty tongue and deep into the back of her throat in quick succession; leaving a thick trail of drool while huffing him in.

His hand slid down from cupping her tense ass, to the soaked front of her pants, rubbing her lush toy harder against her twitching pussy; and sending more pleasure struck moans down his cock.

Masturbating near her peak, Monica complimented "Fuck she can really take that dick", as Paul decided to yank her down and set her toy to max; holding her in place as her orgasm rocked her and she imagined herself as a slutty servant to a cruel noble from her novel. She was cruelly low on air with her throat stuffed and pressed further by his load shooting down it, before being pulled back to fill her mouth and paint her face when her devoted expression looked too red.

"That was great-", Monica said, recovering from own climax,"-now show me her milkers" she demanded, falling back into the swing of her gooning.

*COUGH**COUGH*" Happy to have served, my lord-" Glasses's complimented in character.

"Not done yet" was all Paul could say, pushing her on her back and stripping her on top of the bench; pulling her sweater over her tits and plucking them out of her black bra, jiggling softly with small clamps already on them, he lifted her pants and panties up to her knees; revealing her toyed lower half.

Paul tapped his cock along her pussy and thighs, with her gasping "Oh~but to breed a servant!" as his cock perched over her maidenhood.

Paul stopped at the word 'breed', until she mouthed the words 'safe-day' out of character. He rammed right into her, feeling her toy sliding against his length as he stretched her as much as the whore desired.

"Make those titties shake" Monica drooled.

And shake those titties did, as Paul plowed in roughly again and again; clapping himself against her thick thighs, making all the meat on her jiggle and her eyes roll up from having cock briefly in her solitary life.

"Yes my lord, my count, Give me your seed!" She loudly begged in character; not noticing the bus arrive, neither did Paul, and Monica didn't care about anything other than the show.

*HONK**HONK*

Paul fucked quick with the primal fear from the noise of the bus disturbing them, unintentionally clenching the vibrator's button to max and violently smacking his balls against her ass until his load shot out the tip, stretching her cervix; overflowing her with waves of intensely vibrated semen as her own orgasm broke her into a seizing mess, clamping on his cock.

He pulled out and watched her struggle to recover as she laid across the bench as a whorish mess, " That was incredible" Monica commented at the sight of her, while Paul went to his bus.

"number 126?" the creampied babe murmured.

"125"

"next one then" was the last thing she said before falling asleep, waiting for her bus while Paul left to ride this one.