He finishes and gets what he wanted

You squirm slightly to get up, but his grip on your top doesn't relent, and while you know you could easily stand up, disengaging yourself from the old man and recomposing yourself before getting off of the bus, you'd probably have to **** your way off and you don't want to hurt him.

Plus, despite his age, you feel a familiar burn building inside of your core; little pulses where the man's wrinkled skin rubs against you, and tiny gusts of wind from the door and window blowing over your exposed body. Aside from your shoes, only a tiny line of fabric - your tank top, bunched at your shoulders above your breasts - is covering you from the entire bus.

You then decide that giving him an orgasm will sap his strength enough that he'll forget about removing top, and maybe allow you to finish off, too. You start riding him again with purpose, and the bus stops to take people on and let people off. You ignore them, their stares, leers, and gasps, as you gyrate back and forth on the man's lap, riding his limp dick as best as you can.

It's as hard as it can get, but it's not enough, despite your best efforts, as the bus's crowd has to make a bit of way for your wanton display, the old man barely moving to meet your **** thrusts, yet you pound into him harder and harder, and your moans start to be overheard over the noise on the bus.

You feel some contact behind you, and a clothed arm circles your torso, and hands start squeezing your breast as you thrust. They are different hands; one clearly the businessman's, and the other one you don't recognize, meaning three people you don't know are using your body. You don't care, and you thrust as they grip and squeeze you, pushing your body as you feel the old man about to empty himself into you.

The molesting of your breasts is just what you needed to push your body towards its climax, however, and seconds after he finishes, and you feel his seed spurting into you, you gasp as well, managing to bite back a yell, and you slump down in the seat as your juices mingle with his.

While the man has nothing left, you feel spent as well, the physical exertion catching up to you, as you had to do most of the work, and your cheeks redden in shame. You just let yourself be mostly stripped by strangers, and fucked a man old enough to be your grandfather. What's more is that he didn't have to work for it - you just gave it to him, and let him and several strangers see most of your body.

With nowhere to sit, you simply squat down, your knees extended as you sit back against the bottom of the bus seat. While you stop to take a breath, you notice that the cocks - belonging to the fat person, gangly teen, and business man - that were aiming at your chest are now at eye level, and still being jerked by their respective owners. You start to move to push them back, but the Japanese man wastes no time, and with a quick bending down and a grab and tug, your top is pulled up, your arms raising with no resistance as you realize how tired you really are. He quicky pulls it over your head and past your arms. You barely have time to react before the man 'accidentally' tosses your tank top behind you out a nearby window, the moving bus leaving it far in the distance as it floats into oncoming traffic.

With how things have gone, you can't say you're really shocked, but this leaves you completely naked on a public bus, and all your clothes are gone. You want to cover up, but a spurt of a gooey substance hits your face. Your complete and utter lack of clothes was the final thing the guys needed to finish, and before long, several more blasts of cum start hitting you. Your futile attempts to block them on succeed in spreading the damage out to your hair, and to your ample bosom. Worst of all, you're still being recorded by the geek's camera phone.

You stand start to stand to try to rub the gooey substance off of you, but the boss's other occupants are more then willing to help, as they start pawing and mauling you again although they seem to want to rub it into you, especially to your breasts. You've had enough, and start to bat their hands away, getting more **** and animated. However, the bus stops suddenly a moment later, and a pair of strong hands grab you from behind.

"No clothes, no service." It's the bus driver, and you desperately lunge to grab your purse as he drags you, kicking and struggling, off of the bus. Despite the fact he's not trying to grope you, he gets a few unwelcome feels of your body before he unceremoniously deposits you on a corner, before driving off, and you look around.

This isn't a bus stop, and it's not too far from where you wanted to go. This is a fairly well traveled area, but there's nobody here, for the moment, so you ponder what to do next before more people show up, or maybe when they do...