Give him a blowjob

You decide that the easiest way out of this is to give in. If you can get off off before he gets far enough, then he should forget all about what's under your skirt. Thinking back to being pinned and fucked by your friend, you turn to the older man and **** a smile. You wrap your fingers around his cock now and start to stroke it and you whisper, "Mm, I do like to be touched. But you know what I like more?"

You could tell he was surprised by your sudden change in character. His eyes went wide, and his hand ceased moving up your leg--thank God. "What?" He managed to ask after about a few seconds. "I like sucking big, juicy, cocks." You could not believe you just said that. Those words just came out of your mouth. You had been completely straight up until about an hour ago when your friend seduced you, and now here you were jacking off a stranger on a bus, ready to blow him. It made it easier though that he thought you were a girl. Easier still that you were able to get into the mind-set of a girl.

You scooted away from him some. Far enough that he would not be able to reach your lap. And then you leaned down and wrapped your lips around the head of his fat member. The motions came surprisingly easy. You did not even hesitate. You, in fact, were imagining how sexy you must look dressed like a slut and giving this guy head. It was even turning you own.

You slid your mouth down his shaft and removed your hand from it as you did. He groaned when you reached the base. You expected to gag, but instead you were actually able to take him all the way in. The head of his cock touched the back of your throat. You were a natural cock sucker. You wondered if maybe this was what you were meant to be.

You then felt his hand on the back of your head, his fingers clenching your hair, and his hips thrusting up. He was humping your face now, taking the control somewhat away from you. You just relaxed and let him have his way. But, eager to make him cum, you also massaged the underside of his cock with your tongue. Your own eyes had grown hazy and half-shut as your cock came to life to once again strain against the crotch of your panties.

Before you knew it, your hand was rubbing yourself through your skirt. He must have noticed because he said "that's it, baby. Rub yourself off for daddy. Daddy is just going to fuck that sweet mouth of your's." You could not believe he was calling himself daddy. It kind of made you hotter though. To be the daughter of this guy, to suck his cock, rub yourself off while you do it--it was like a taboo porn and it was really starting to get you off.

"Mm, that't it, sweetie. I'm going to cum. Drink down all of daddy's cum." His cock was throbbing now. You did not really want to drink this guy's cum, so you kind of struggled some. Tried to pull off his lap. You had originally planned to pull off that way. Maybe let him cum on your face or fake breasts if he had to, but certainly now in your mouth. The taste of his cock was not, shockingly, that bad. But you just knew the cum would be.

"No, no, baby girl. Daddy is close," he groaned, holding your head to tight to pull away. Your heart rate increased because of your sudden panic. This did not help your situation at all though. In fact, it **** your own orgasm. You started to cum in your panties. Your hips began to spasm, and you could not help but moan around his cock. This was enough for him. "Ooo," he called out and started to shoot streams of sticky cum down your throat. Your eyes rolled up in your head as your orgasm rocked your body still while you gagged on your "daddy's" cum.

It took effort, but you managed to swallow every drop. He finally pulled his cock from your lips, letting you pull up for air. Some cum tried to drip from your mouth, but you instinctively caught it with your tongue. The taste was strong. Salty. Not really bad, but not good either. It just was. It smelled of him. In a way, it made you shudder. You looked over at him, keeping your distance. You knew your eyes were still hazy though. Glazed over like a slut in heat. He stared back as he tucked himself away. A smile crossed his lips. Just then, the bus stopped again. It was your stop.