The Stranger Decides - Clothes

Sarah felt her body bucking up her hips into his hands as they continue to toy with her body, driving her to another orgasm.

By now, her body was starting to hurt, aching from the sheer about of pleasure she was **** to receive.

Sarah tried to **** herself to think. To think through the arousal fogging up her mind. Did she or didn’t she want her clothes on?

But she was too late...

“One,” Sarah could hear the glee in his voice. “Times up, now I get to decide.” Sarah felt herself gulp, his ministrations stopped, but their hands stayed put. His fingers still in her pussy and the remaining hand lazily circling her clit.

Sarah didn’t want to know what he decide. She almost wanted the voice back to give her different orders.

“I think...” Sarah shivered as he pulled himself away, his fingers leaving her pussy with a loud squelch and leaned back, “we need to get off at the next stop.” Sarah turned her head to glance at him over their shoulder. “I did have a plan for you, maybe if you picked I would’ve stuck to it. But I’m feeling adventurous.”

Sarah froze, a bus was public. He could only do so much here. But alone? There was no end to what he could do to her and for how long. She needed to do this though. To protect her baby brother.

“When are we getting off?” She asks. She couldn’t hold back the way her voice trembled and she knew it sounded different to before when she’d been in the throes of an orgasm. Now she sounded scared.

The stranger hums, trying to find a window to look through to see where they were, “now? We should be nearby. But that doesn’t matter, I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun on the walk over.

Sarah took another deep breath to steady her nerves and waited for him to tell her what to do.