The Stranger Decides - No 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 you need to be more wild, hm? I doesn’t matter if you agree or not. You took too long. Now, take off your clothes.” Sarah shivered as he pulled himself away, his fingers leaving her pussy with a loud squelch and leaned back, “hurry up now. Or do I have to do it for you again?”

Reluctantly, Sarah say straighter and, before she could talk herself out of it, she pulled the top over her head. Raising herself up slightly, she shuffled out of her skirt.

When her skirt reached her knees, Sarah realised she just accepted her fate without even fighting back. Sarah **** that revelation to the back of her mind she as kicked the skirt to her knees and flung it up with her foot.

A cold sweat started and goosebumps appeared on her arms and legs. She was so exposed.

The stranger yanked her clothes from her grasp and tucked them in a pocket of his giant backpack.

Sarah was briefly aware of the bus stopping before carrying on. Where was she?

“Now, lets get started.”