The Bus Depot

The bus depot was an attempt to rejuvenate public transport on the south side of the city. While it looked new it was already beginning to show the ware that life in the rougher parts of the city can cause. Parts of the tile walls show fatigue where graffiti was power-washed away and cracks in the flooring from **** during it’s early days were hastily repaired. The city, in an attempt to keep it well managed assigned a number of security personnel to keep undesirables from loitering and harassing travelers.

Taking note of the schedule, it looks like the train has just left. That means about twenty-five minutes until the next train arrives. There aren’t a ton of people here right now, but one catches your eye. Sitting on a bench on the far side of the depot a raven haired latin beauty is playing on her phone. The bag at her feet is filled with a couple books in addition to what a woman would normally carry making me expect that she is on her way to the university. She is wearing an almost see through pink top with a lace black bra holding generous d-cup breasts. Letting my eyes wander she is wearing black yoga pants that leave little to the imagination. While the way she is sitting hides the best view there is little doubt that she has a fantastic juicy backside.

I feel the lust radiate off of me as a walk towards her. Focusing on the collar I will her legs to lock up so she can’t escape. Like prey in a snare her eyes widen but forcing my lust through the rings I notice her pulse begin to quicken. Stalking over to her I took a seat. Her cheeks flushed red and the little movement she had in her legs left them squirming against each other. I pushed my lust into the rings raidiating it at her with all of my ****.

“What’s the matter?” I asked coyly.

“Unh… Mmmm. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m not doing anything. Just letting you have what you’ve denied yourself. What’s your name?” I gingerly placed a hand atop her theigh, rubbing it along her leg and enjoying the heat radiating from her **** pussy. When I slip it between her legs rubbing her pussy through the yoga pants she gasps clenching her eyes closed.

She hesitates for a moment. “Jessica.” She barely gets the name out before moaning into her hand “Stop it. I can’t move. I’ll scream…” But she couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping her lips. If she wanted me to stop I would though… I removed my hand from her thigh and walked away standing a fair distance away. I maintained focus through the power of the ring and in turn I could now feel her lust like a raging fire only feet away.

It’s not a surprise when less than a minute later she grabs my hand dragging my towards the woman’s restroom. With forceful desperation she pushes me into a stall and drops to her knees removing my pants. When my cock springs free slapping her in the face she wastes little time before running her talented tongue across it and welcoming me into her mouth. Once the floodgates of her lust were opened she embraced them quickly and I she was as ready as I expected as I ran two fingers along her slit briefly stopping to play with her clit at the apex.

Her moans sent vibrations through my cock. The pleasure growing in intensity as her head bobbed deeper and deeper taking more of my length into her mouth. She stopped to gag as my shaft pressed against the back of her throat. I would not be denied however and placed my free hand against her head pressing her back to her work.

As her moans deepened and became more frequent I took my cock from her mouth. “Whore. I can please you in ways you can’t imaging but first…” I paused as I heard the door open and another female voice called out.

“Hello? Is there anyone in here?” The door closed and the black work boots that could only belong to station security began pacing down the row of stalls.