Not quick enough

You attempted to scramble out from the seat, but Roberto's kick had left you shocked and disoriented. With saliva still dribbling out from your mouth, you finally stood up, only to be grabbed by the returning bus driver.

His hands grasped your shoulders tightly as you were face to face with the sweating man.

"Oh no you don't," he said, whipping you around so your back was now against him.

"LET ME GO," you scream, struggling as he held your arm behind your back.

"NO! I'm calling the police!" he returned adamantly, as he strengthened his grip on you.

"PLEASE NO," you said, your voice full of fear as you tried to push and struggle against him to release you.

He held you tighter, until only your lower body was free. He was now trying to free his other hand, as his other leg slipped between yours holding you fully down. You struggled harder, until finally you realized you were completely immobilized.

Suddenly, you felt something harden between your ass cheeks. A familiar feeling at this point. You knew what you had to do. You had ****.

Resignedly, you pushed your ass back against him, grinding his cock between your two cheeks. You could hear a soft moan as the man had grabbed his phone successfully.

Again you rubbed, feeling the thing grow harder.

"Please mister, I'll trade you," you said, praying for him to say yes.

You looked behind you, your feminine face, beautifully dolled up, with only a shade of rubbed mascara from your blowjob to Roberto left.

The face that answered back, though dark and black was very conflicted. His cock having been stirred up by a pretty tight young thing had left him with a tough choice.