Your ass is in trouble

He looked at you with a mixture of anger and lust, his eyes fixed on your face, then your ass, then back to your face again. He seemed to be weighing his options, his grip on your arm tightening as he considered what to do next.

"Please mister, I'll trade you," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. You could feel his cock pressing against your ass, hard and insistent. You knew you had to keep him distracted, keep him from calling the police.

The bus driver's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he looked at you. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly.

The bus driver's grip on your arm tightened, as he took another deep breath. His eyes were still fixed on you, and you could see the internal struggle in them. You knew you had to keep him engaged, to keep him from calling the police.

"Please mister," you said, your voice soft and gentle. "I'll do anything, just don't call the police."

The bus driver's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to come to a decision. He released your arm, and instead placed his hands on your hips. You could feel his cock pressing harder against your ass, and you knew you had to act quickly.

You slowly pulled your skirt down, the fabric sliding smoothly over your hips, exposing the top of your buttocks to the bus driver. The cool air of the bus caressed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The bus driver's eyes locked onto the exposed skin, his pupils dilating further as he took a step closer to you. His hands, still grasping your hips, pulled you back against him, his cock pressing harder against your anus.

You could feel the heat emanating from his body, the sweat on his skin mingling with yours as he leaned in closer. His breath whispered against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

The bus driver's eyes never left yours as he took a step closer, his cock now fully exposed and pressing against your ass. You reached behind you, your hand brushing against his cock. You could feel the heat of it, the hardness. You took a deep breath, and slowly began to slide your underwear to the side, exposing your anus to him.

The bus driver's grip on your hips tightened, as he let out a low moan. You could feel his cock twitching, as you slowly began to slide your underwear down your legs.

His cock, now fully exposed, pressed against your anus. You could feel the heat radiating from it, a stark reminder of the situation you were in.

You spat into your hand and massaged the cock from behind you with your saliva. It was huge and veiny. Your heart started to beat quicker as you realized you were about to take something massive.

Slowly, the bus driver began to push the head of his cock against your anus. You could feel the pressure building, as he slowly pushed deeper inside of you. Your spit provided sufficient lubricant to enter into you.

As the bus driver's cock slowly pushed deeper inside of you, you felt a searing pain mixed with a twisted sense of pleasure. The sensation was almost unbearable, yet you couldn't help but feel a spark of arousal ignite within you. The bus driver's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he held you in place. You could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

The pressure built up inside you, a burning sensation that threatened to consume you whole. You felt your anus stretching, accommodating the bus drivers ebony sword as he slowly pushed deeper. The pain was intense, but you couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he began to thrust deeper inside of you. The bus was completely silent, the only sound being the rhythmic slapping of his hips against your ass.

Your mind raced, your thoughts a jumbled mess as you struggled to process what was happening. The feeling of his thick, black cock filling your tight ass was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but submit to the pleasure. He continued to thrust deeper, his hips slapping against your ass with each movement.

As the bus driver's grip on your hips tightened, he bent you forward, pressing your chest against the worn vinyl of the bus seat. Your hands instinctively grasped the metal bar that ran along the top of the seat, holding on as he began to thrust deeper into your anus. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed through the silent bus, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to grow louder with each passing moment.

Your anus burned with a searing pain, the muscles stretching to accommodate the bus driver's thick cock. The sound of your own ragged breathing filled your ears, punctuated by the occasional gasp as the bus driver's thrusts grew more insistent.