Get on the bus

You get onto the bus. It’s a pretty well-packed morning commute — standing room, only. You crowd in and press yourself into mass of people. You’re face to face with a business man, older, with salt and pepper hair and a very strong cologne. He leers down at you, and you smile politely and look away.

You feel his warm cock press between your thighs. You sigh, swaying with the movement of the bus, holding on to the strap. Behind you, someone else, tall and strong and warm, presses against you, his fat, hard cock between your ass cheeks. A hand — you’re not sure whose — reaches around and pulls out one of your tits, flicking on the nipple. You can’t help but moan a little, and the business man in front of you takes this as a cue to kiss you on the mouth.

You **** a little in disgust. His breath is very sickeningly minty, and he crams his tongue into your lax mouth. You try your best to just ignore all the touching and rubbing. A cock finds its way into your cunthole. Someone lifts your leg up. Someone convulses, filling you, another cock fills its place. Someone pushes you down to your knees, fills up your mouth, pulses hot cum deep into your gagging throat. You swallow.

You finally get to your stop, the university, and stumble out of the bus. Your tits are out of your blouse - bra missing, stolen, second time this week. Cum drips down your legs and you take out a wet wipe from your purse to try to get the worst of it. You also take out a compact and reapply some lipstick and eyeshadow, to try to salvage some of your work.