She tries to resist.

It had been a strange morning and it wasn’t getting any better. Emma wished the growing cock pressed between her soft, round ass cheeks were her biggest problem, but the rough hand caressing it’s way up her inner thigh was definitely causing her greater distress.

She wasn’t looking to embarrass herself or anybody else, but he wasn’t about to let this strange man stuff his dirty fingers under her skirt.

‘I should spread my legs wider,’ the voice whispered seductively into her thoughts. The strange man smiles widely as her legs part wider, revealing more of Emma’s soft, creamy skin. Within seconds, his fingers have disappeared beneath her skirt and start rubbing lovingly against the front of her panties.

The man who’s lap she’s on and who’s dick is firmly pressed between her ass cheeks, chucks behind her. “I think we have a real winner here, boys,” he says, the **** on his breath wafting heavily across her face.

“N..no sir,” Emma mutters weekly as she pathetically tries to push the hand rubbing her panties away, “I… I don’t know why I did that…” It takes a monumental effort on her part but finally her legs start to come back together; though the soft caressing of your her continues.

“There, there sweetie,” groans the man into her ear, “I think we all know why you did that.”

Oh thank goodness. As horribly frightening and embarrassing as this moment is, having this man reveal why her body had been betraying her would somehow make it all worthwhile. “You do?” she asks hopefully.

“Yup,” the man says confidently as he grinds his dick up against her soft rump, “it’s because you’re a whore.” Almost immediately Emma’s confusion is replaced by anger and she starts to struggle. She is many things but not some filthy, disgusting wh—

‘I am a whore,’ the voice practically laughs into her head.

Immediately Emma finds herself nodding absently. “I am a whore,” she whispers. Wait! What? Why had she said that?! She would never have considered herself a… a whore. The very thought turns her stomach.

“We know, baby,” says the man with the lap as he plants a wet, sloppy kiss on the side of Emma’s face, “believe me, we know exactly what you are.

This is a nightmare! She’d already missed the stop she’d wanted. Somehow she was sure that if she didn’t get off the bus at the very next stop she would end up regretting it. She gave a quick look around; easily a half dozen eager faces where watching her every move. Yup, she’d definitely end up regretting it. Finally the bus began to slow and then it stopped. Just ahead and across from her the door opened, letting customers on and off the bus. If she was going to escape, it had to be now before her body betrayed her again.