Show that businessman what he's missing (Gay/Bi)

Heads-Up: There some gay ass stuff in this chapter. If that's not your thing, feel free to skip ahead. Otherwise, enjoy!

You don't like being looked away from, so you set your sights on that businessman behind you. Leaning over the milf's chair, you stick out your ass so that it's right in his face and wiggle your hips.

"Oh, daddy..." you moan in your sluttiest voice, biting your lip as you leer over your shoulder, "I want your big, fat cock inside me."

He fights to maintain his poker face. While you spread both cheeks and wink your tight asshole at him, he just stares straight ahead. It's time to break out the big guns.

The loud slap as you spank yourself is enough to startle everyone on the bus, but even with it inches from his own face the businessman barely even blinks.

Alright, then. If he wants to stare straight ahead...

You stand up and shuffle into the small standing space in front of his seat. You're careful to lift your foot up high so that you can straddle his lap without ever actually touching him any more than would normally be acceptable on public transport. This is a little more **** than anything you've tried before, but you're determined.

With your mostly flaccid penis pressed against the seat back in front of you, you lean forward and squat just a bit to open yourself up as much as you can. Then you suck on your middle finger, reach back, and make him watch as you slide the entire thing up your own asshole.

"I'm sooo tight, daddy," you announce. "I know you could stretch this hot, wet bussy out so fucking good, couldn't you?"

You pull your finger out quickly so he can see you gape and hold it under his nose so he has **** but to smell it.

"Can I sit on your face, daddy? You're just dying to each this juicy ass, aren't you?"

The object of your erotic **** finally looks up at your face again and speaks calmly.

"Would you please step aside? My stop's coming up."

"Yes, sir!"

You jiggle your ass in his face one last time as you shuffle out into the aisle.

"I'm a good boy who always obeys his daddy!"

He doesn't meet your eye as he stands to leave the bus, but the obvious tent in the crotch of his suit pants assures you that you haven't been bussing it down in vain. Pleased with yourself, you sit in the newly emptied seat and idly massage your nut sack as the bus nears your destination.