Zenra Services Bus Line (NudieUnicorn & Volero)

[NudieUnicorn]

Zenra Services Bus Line

space Bethany woke with her alarm, knocked it off the nightstand. She pushed herself up on her elbows and rubbed her eyes. "Bedroom lights," she croaked, and, in stages, the lights in her room came on, slowly to let her eyes adjust. The sun wasn't anywhere near rising yet. With a groan, she threw back her sheets, exposing her naked body to the cool air of the morning. Her bedroom window was open and it was the coldest part of the evening, closer to dawn than to midnight, but still a ways off.
space She pushed herself to the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, running her hand through her short pixie haircut. She stretched her interlinked hands as far above her head as she could, flexing her arms back and thrusting her chest forward. She let go of her hands and let her arms fall to her sides. She yawned.
space Standing, she made her way to the bathroom, did what she needed to do and took a nice warm shower, coming alive under the warm jets. Toothbrush in her mouth, brushing away, she wandered through her house into her home office to make sure she had everything she needed, checked her laptop and made sure she had all the files she needed. Then she packed her laptop into her computer bag, made sure her wallet, keys and makeup bag were in there as well. She put on her waterproof ear-pods, over-the-ear circles that were firmly affixed to her ears, made for vigorous activity - like workouts. She synced the pods to her phone. Then back to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth, padded downstairs to the kitchen to drink a glass of orange juice, and fill up her travel mug with coffee, then back up to her office to grab her bag, and finally, she was ready to go.

space Bethany drove naked and barefoot to the bus pickup, not bothering to even bring any clothing or shoes, it was technically not illegal to drive naked, but it wasn't technically completely legal to be naked in public places - it was a grey area, but it was so early, no one else was around to care. The bus depot had a walled area that hid it from the street, and a large, opaque gate to deter prying eyes.
space The gate opened when she held her orange bracelet up to the gate box and she drove in. The gate closed behind her. Finding her parking space, she locked her car and padded barefoot over the cold blacktop of the parking lot, holding her travel mug and her computer bag, listening to her morning playlist as she walked naked to the bus stop.
space Fifty percent of the time Bethany was the only person waiting at this stop this early in the morning. If she was lucky there would be two or three other people on the bus already when she boarded. If not, then perhaps one other person would board before they reached the shared workspace. She had to confess, since yesterday she rode to work alone the whole trip, she was frustrated, horny... She held her travel mug in the crook of her arm to give herself a free hand and, with it, caressed her shaved mound with her free hand, slid two finger between her inner and outer labia, rubbed herself idly. She had fantasies of people walking up behind her, walking around her, seeing her rubbing herself, completely naked and barefoot before the sun was even up, that they were watching her masturbating outside under the dark blue sky...
space The gate started grinding open, and she heard the roar of the bus's engine. She took her hand up to her face and sniffed the scent of her arousal on her fingers, then used that hand to take her travel mug from the crook of her other arm. As the bus pulled up, she couldn't see through the windows, but fantasized that there were at least five large strapping, Dominant men or maybe a few Dominant women.
space Silently, she boarded the bus when the doors hissed open in front of her...

space Bethany was twenty-eight, five foot four inches tall (barefoot), had short purple hair and blue tips, tan olive skin, brown eyes, and a lean athletic figure. Before she started her hobby as an exhibitionist, she was been insecure about the size of her breasts, worried they were too small, but now, being much more comfortable with her body, she felt her perky little B-cups were just the right size for her. She hopped up the stairs to the bus, landing after the last hop on her toes, arms outstretched as if to say "stuck the landing!" Though, given it was only a few inches up the last step, this was pure silliness. Her heart sank when she saw no one else aboard. Was there even anyone else here? Was she going to have to masturbate her way to work today, alone?
space On second pass with her eyes, she saw one person, near the back, arm draped over the seat in front of him; it was a black and red bracelet (Dominant, interested in women only). He was big! He was handsome and clean shaven. Bethany walked toward the back of the bus. Swaying her hips as best she could with a heavy computer bag. She did her best not to make eye contact, trying to look casual.
space As she walked back, she held her travel mug out in front of her, that wrist bearing her orange bracelet - it meant she was submissive, interested in anything: men, women, toys, all sex acts that were allowed by the rules of the company.
space She stopped about four seats away from where the man was sitting, trying to look appealing but hide her horniness. Don't make eye contact, she chastised herself as she felt compelled to look back at him. If she looked like she was asking him to take her, it wouldn't be as hot. She wanted to maintain the fantasy that she was just being taken by random stranger out in the world - that she was nude in public where absolutely anyone could see her, rather than just other patrons of an erotic services company.
space She put her bag on a window seat, but stayed standing in the aisle, grabbing the overhead grip as the bust started moving. This hand that was holding the grip above her head was the same hand on which she wore her bright, dayglow orange bracelet. Her body was well lit by the LED overhead lights shining into the aisle. She was standing in a spotlight, as though she were on stage. In a few minutes the sun would crest the horizon, and the overhead lights would dim, allowing the natural light to come through the windows. In her other hand she held her travel mug with her coffee. She sipped her coffee as she watched the dark scenery pass by through the windows.
space She swayed her hips to the music only she could hear through her over-ear-pods, turning just enough toward the front of the bus to show off her butt to the man... then swayed the other way, showing off her front side, always looking out the window... trying to look casual and oblivious to the man at the back. She took another sip of her coffee, casual casual, and then put her mug into the cup-holder between the seats where she had put her bag down - freeing both hands. She slid her now free hand down her stomach, drumming her fingers on her tummy... casual... and waited...

 

[Volero]

His large form settled back into one of the backmost seats, white button-down shirt wrapped along his somewhat sinewy frame, Andrew raised an arm into a strained yawn, his other hand holding aloft his phone displaying an ebook, briefcase in the window seat beside him. Face cleanly shaved, dark hair crew-cut, his features prominent underneath slightly weathered skin. He himself had had his fill of coffee that early morning, but it seemed to do little for him with the barely-perceptible twilight hanging outside the bus's windows. He must have developed a mighty tolerance for the stuff; or perhaps there was just little helping his botched circadian rhythms in general. Stifling the yawn at last, he brought his hand back down over the seat backrest in front of him, feeling for a second the shift on the bracelet on his thick wrist. Black and red: dominant, women only. His thoughts idly shifted from the ebook in front of him; if he recalled, that was what each color signified. Not that it had come to much practical effect up to now...

Zenra Services... quite the marvel of just how certain lifestyles had evolved in his lifetime, and something the 31-year-old certainly had no trouble getting down with. Only problem being: he was usually the only one he had ever seen partaking. Granted, his own hours tended to be inhospitable, but he'd gone on a few different timetables for the same disappointing results. Certainly, for the business to keep running, it had to have more of a client base than what he'd seen. Perhaps he'd just been unlucky; perhaps it was just something of a kickback for the proper revenue base that was their rented, their office space. An experiment with an uncertain course. Who could say. Whatever the case, Andrew was more-or-less content to ride it out for now. So far, it beat staying cooped-up in his apartment, as was the rut he'd stuck himself into over the past four or so years of his career.

Straightening himself in his seat, his fingers tented along the backrest beneath them, stretching. Between his wandering thoughts and the text he idly scanned through, he nearly didn't register the bus drawing to a stop beneath him, nor even the doors drawing open and the puttering sound of footsteps. It was only with the doors pulling shut again and the engine starting back to life that his eyes drew back upward. Whereupon he was met with two shocks against the dark through the windows: bright purple-dyed hair, and bared, olive-toned, willowy flesh. Stepping slowly through the length of the bus, bare feet on metal, was an unthinkably slender and cute-faced young woman. Though he tried not to betray too much attention - likewise with her, eyes cast vaguely ahead towards a seat rather close to his left - his eyes were poring over her lithe bare outlines, up from her small cute breasts, nipples just slightly poking out in the open air, down along the generous curve of her thin waist into her hips, to her hairless slit brushing between her thighs. It was only after she chose the seat, lightly dipping into it to deposit her bags, that he thought to look over her wrist. Orange band - Submissive, anything goes.

When she'd settled in, her thin arm rose to the overhead bar, back facing towards him along with the rounded curve of her ass cheeks. Though her eyes weren't within his line of sight, Andrew still held his phone aloft, the current page on his ebook left unread - as if trying to play things cool while his heart rate climbed. His eyes rose back up along her supple back, between her shoulder blades, along her nape that her pixie-cut hair seemed almost purposefully swept back from - suddenly noticing the headphones wrapped over her. As stunned as he at least felt, if not looked, Andrew tried to focus is thoughts. Her head bobbed every so often, one hand holding a travel mug that she would tip to her plump lips - for as casual as she carried herself, this probably wasn't her first time riding the bus. Surely she'd seen him, the only other person within reaching distance of her nude form. Still, though, she kept herself facing forward; though he was coming to notice the light swaying running through her limber thighs, angling her body this way and that within his line of sight. Setting her mug down, both hands then came lightly brushing down along her flat stomach, tapping to go along with her bobbing. Just above the waxed curve running into her pelvis...

Andrew jolted himself away from his voyeuristic leering, something close to adrenaline settling into his core. Setting his phone back into his pocket. What was he doing just watching? This is what he - the both of them - had signed up for. How could he let this go to waste?

For all of these rushing thoughts, though, he tried to temper them with his slow movements. With the lightest of shifting, his legs settled his weight onto the floor, his very tall form coming upright. Moving out into the aisle, he watched her for any kind of reaction through her body language. Whatever sounds might carry through her music, or vibrations through the floor to her bare feet. As slowly as he moved, though, he was still drawing up ever closer behind her, the top of her dyed hair showing itself to scarcely come up beneath his severe chin. Her body language didn't shrink from him; no tension ran through her visible shoulder blades at his approach. He had to smile over her the closer he got - she had indeed been waiting for him. Finally making his presence known with a hand wrapping around her, lightly grasping along the soft skin of her own hand. Intertwining with her fingers, pressing their shared touch along her flat belly. That hand swiftly began to dip down while the other and wrapped tight around her middle, feeling that perfect divot just above her pelvis, pulling her into him while guided their melded fingers down between her thighs, the outline of his cock twitching as he felt along her bare slit. Feeling the heat rising from her, his breathing coming through along the clean scent of her dyed hair.

 

[NudieUnicorn]

space Bethany felt his hand take hers, pressing hard against her stomach, then his other hand wrapped around her naked body, pulling her into him, she leaned against him, luxuriating in his strong grasp, allowing her hand to be pulled down between her legs... feeling his fingers trace along her vulva, pressing into her protruding labia, the hood of her clit... She made a small sound, a sigh of pleasure, ending in a slight moan of frustration. She wanted him to use her, to be his focus for however long they had until their destination. Her hand forced between her legs, she began gently rubbing her hooded clit in a circular fashion, allowing him to continue exploring her smooth, shaved privates and soft, moistening folds. She flexed her butt against his body, begging for it to receive some attention too...
space After 8am, this bus was packed with Dominants and submissives alike, and, though she loved playing with groups of Dominants, she didn't like playing with other submissives, she liked to be the focus of attention, to be the prize to be taken, and used, and soiled... She moaned again, imagining what she hoped he would do to her, trying to resist leading him to do anything other than exactly what he wanted to do to her. She wanted to be touched everywhere, her back, her butt, her thighs, her neck, to have rough hands dragged along her side and her breasts, to be pinched and slapped and spanked anywhere and everywhere on her body... to be penetrated and enjoyed.
space It was, when getting up early to avoid other subbies on the bus actually worked in her favour, when at least one or more Dominant got up as early as she, an amazing way to start the work day.

 

[Volero]

To go along with the heat he felt spilling out between her thighs, the wetness already teeming along his fingertips, Andrew could feel her body ever-so-slightly leaning back into his, hearing the soft little breaths starting to rise from her lips. Yep, this was exactly how she wanted it - holding herself wide open to his touch, provoking him further, if not by her actions, then by her sheer submissive presence. His smile grew over her; and with her own fingers starting to rub in light circles over her clit, he felt at liberty to start dragging both hands upward, taking in her every lithe, supple outline, hands digging closer along her delicate skin the further he dragged up her hips, along her navel, before reaching her breasts. Large palms and thick fingers grasped along the small, perky weight of her tits, feeling her nipples perk up like pebbles within his gapped fingers. His breathing came out hotter along her scalp; grasping tighter along her breasts, he pulled her wantonly back into him, straightaway grinding her bare ass cheeks onto his bulge, feeling them split open around him while her back curled deep onto him. Wanting to feel her every bare outline against him.

His hands left her tits with a quick, but firm slap levied onto each, watching and feeling the shaking running through her flesh, before his hands dragged back down along her wrists. Such was how he compelled her to spin towards him, finally catching a good look at those bright brown orbs, fluttering between his chest in front of her and his own dark gaze above her - even if he got the sense that she didn't want to go eye-fucking her "assailant" just yet. Either way, he was drawing her wrists upwards, guiding her fingers up to latch within the first closed button of his shirt. Teasing his hands up to gingerly work her fingers through that first button, the first inch of his broad, taut torso revealed to her eyes, before his hands dragged back down along her arms, teasing past her smooth armpits, pulling her back into him and letting her tits crest along him. He found the outlines of her ass cheeks, grasping along that compact flesh, lightly spreading her open with his indulgent grasp - before laying down another firm smack, the feeling of her rattling flesh swiftly compelling yet one more.

 

[NudieUnicorn]

space Bethany luxuriated in being handled by him. His rough hands surged over her hungry skin, drinking in the electricity of his pleasure as he devoured her with his senses. She wanted him to feast on her with his touch, to revel in possessing her, even for just a short time, she was totally and completely subservient to his sensual desires.
space She allowed herself to be moved and manipulated, felt his hands pinch and grope her, her body alive under his hands' scrutiny. She had no say in what he did, her bracelet indicated that negotiation was over the moment he saw her orange tag, she was marked for the pleasure of others. Free game to do with as they saw fit. Her eyes were closed, she didn't need to see, only feel and respond. She felt her hands being moved toward buttons, and she manipulated them. Her hands were not her own, they did what he guided them to do - the tickle of hands inspecting her well shaved body, the feel of her bared breasts pressing against his clothes - clothes were for people, she was an object of desire and pleasure.
space She felt his hands exploring her ass, spreading her cheeks, she tensed them to press into his grasp, silently, she begged that he would- SLAP!
space She moaned a wordless "thank-you", gasping in burnt breathy pleasure as the sting echoed in her soul, more than anything, she love being spanked - though it was embarrassingly "vanilla" by most kinksters' standards, it was her primary, endlessly craved pleasure. Every touch on her bare, pleading cheeks was an electric sizzle in her brain, every slap, a fireworks display of joy... she groaned in desperate need for more, for sharp, delicious, licks of pain, unending...

 

[Volero]

Andrew heard, felt tickling close along his chest, her breaths keening out harder from between her pursed lips, her limbs squirming and teeming to life under his touch. Every inch of his exploration along her body drew these shivering little exhales out of her, as if her every bare surface was an erogenous zone. Her eyes closed leaning into his chest, fingertips softly feeling through buttons about half of the way down the length of his shirt - as if willing herself to be blindfolded for whatever this stranger might draw her into next. But even with her eyes shut, Andrew felt her fingers start to lightly tent underneath his shirt, hanging looser off his wide shoulders, soft palms and fingertips digging ever so slightly into his solid build. And with the slaps he brought down onto her taut ass, the most trembling of moans fell out of her, brushing straight onto his bare chest, fingers digging upward to latch over his collarbone and onto the solid curve of his neck and shoulders. Andrew let out a muted groan watching these shocks run through her, feeling her lean her thin weight onto him - then the light clench of her ass cheeks back onto his prone hands. Silently begging for more.

He was quick to oblige. Another, harsher smack landed onto her ass, his dominant right hand feeling a second's worth of shaking through her flesh afterwards, matched by her tensing fingers along his shoulders. His left hand joined the action, volleying onto her neglected other cheek. He dragged out the tension with both hands mashing along the stinging flesh, spreading her wider within his touch, both of her holes readily exposed to the air conditioned bus interior. The fingers of his left hand drifted ever closer to where he felt the pinprick of her anus - before sliding back with both hands landing another series of smacks onto her cheeks, the sound surely loud enough to bleed through her earphones. His eyes pored up and down her squirming, wiggling petite frame, the sight of it almost as much of a joy as the feeling of her flesh stinging on his fingers. He wanted to aggravate both even further.

His left hand snaked up her back, over the indentation of her spine, finally brushing past her delicate nape while his right hand held a possessive grasp over her taut cheek. Feeling through her clipped purple hair, careful not to dislodge her headphones, he grasped for himself just enough through her dyed locks to get a solid hold along the back of her scalp. And with his grip wrenching her away from his chest, he was shoving her face-first down towards the metallic bus floor, giving her enough leeway to plant her hands forward in time to land herself. He leaned close over her, holding her in this unnatural, humiliating posture, legs trembling while her thin arms held her torso upright, breasts hanging down and shaking with every movement he forced through her, before his right hand resumed in laying abuse onto her ass cheeks. Both of them, he smacked in any direction, her flesh newly exposed in this new posture. And with this abject submission he'd wrenched her into, he only felt further heat spilling out from the apex of her spread thighs. With both ass cheeks left stinging and inflamed, his hand suddenly drifted downwards, finding her hot, swollen wet folds, and dragging two thick digits past her entrance. Gaining speed in grinding through her depths, feeling her walls tense and drip around him, his other hand tightening through her hair.

 

[NudieUnicorn]

space Forced to her knees, facing away from him, she caught herself with her hands and gasped, not from surprise, but from the pleasure of being forced into this degrading position - forced over, legs at a 90°, shins parallel to the floor, thighs perpendicular to it, raising her ass as high as she could keep it - she felt degraded, used, a thing manipulated to his pleasure. She loved it. She found it hard to breath through her moaning.
space Her ass was suddenly on fire, and she clenched down on her throat to stop herself, reflexively, from saying "thank you" with each strike. Instead, with each strike came a groaning animal sound of brutal pleasure, of guttural, lustful desperation. Her toes were pointing, lower legs lifting her feet off the floor, knees screaming as she ground them into the metal floor of the bus. She wanted him to demolish her ass cheeks, to make render them bleeding bruises, black and red.
space Then he penetrated her with his fingers, hooking down and grinding, scratching, relentlessly pressing against her G-spot, finger fucking her. Her animal groans, rather than moaning with pleasure, sobbed with gasping yips, wishing he was still smacking her ass, clenching down on his fingers, trying to stop the pleasure and pain combination raising her out of the well of pain into the plateau of orgasm... she wanted to be degraded, violated, but she didn't want to cum... not yet.
space She reached a hand back to her ass, rearing back to reach, spreading her, prepped, clean, bleached dry asshole wide between two fingers - she didn't care what she stuck in there, but hoped she would do something with it, while, simultaneously, was upset with herself for making the suggestion, and hoped he would do what he wanted, rather than what she was "suggesting" he do. Either way, she could work with whatever violation he did next...

 

[Volero]

The farther he descended into using, brutalizing, the trembling naked woman beneath him, the more Andrew's own voice slid out in harsh, ragged groans and exhales over her, matching in spirit the howling moans she filled the bus with, if not in degree. His own guttural cries rose out from many things filling out his senses at once - the painful strain of his cock against his trousers, the sting on his hands glancing off her flesh, the scent of her dripping cunt rising up to him - but by far, most of it came from her anguished, lustful state between him. Never before, from a date or a movie, had he heard cries like this, seen a face so manic from pleasure and torment in front of his very eyes. And all of it only sharpened with his fingers grinding into her slit, her knees buckling as well as they could, her guttural moans morphing into a bleeding of sobs and whimpers. Even with the pleasure gushing out of her lips, in tandem with her searing cunt, Andrew got the sense of her sudden resistance, the tension coiling through her tiny self, moreso than at any point when he'd been abusing her ass. She wanted the abuse to continue.

As if to raise her desperate point, through what had to be a mind swimming through raw sensation, she suddenly upset her balance even further along the harsh metal floor, dropping herself onto one arm to raise the other behind her, clasping her hand tight onto one of her burning cheeks. Andrew's fingers slowed through her cunt watching her, though his fingertips still held along her throbbing G-spot, the girl squirming her hips closer to her hand to dig her fingers deeper. Reaching the apex of her ass, she was spreading her tight, clean, bleached little hole as open as she could; looking abnormally neat next to her swollen wet labia. Leaning closer, Andrew let out an exhale, his breath coming out along both of her spread, exposed holes, along with his smile. He felt the edges of her orgasm still twitching through her walls around him, running from her core down through her trembling limbs. Surely it would be an explosive sight; but there would be time for that another day.

Slowly, his hand let go of her hair, letting her settle one of her flushed cheeks down onto the floor beneath her. His hand slid up her back to find her wrist, gently pulling her hand away from her own ass, holding her still beneath him while his other hand slowly retreated from her clenching folds. He watched her pussy tense for a moment around nothing with his dripping fingers slid out, before said hand suddenly drifted between those tight round ass cheeks, the stinging along her skin already forming into darker welts. It took him no effort to find her asshole, though it was a slight challenge to force his middle finger past that first clench, slick as his digit was with her own arousal. Soon, though, he had his finger sinking into her, her tightness overbearing even compared to her slit, forcing deeper up to the first joint. At which point he let go of her wrist, laying a quick smack onto her cheek, forcing a spasm through her around his finger that drew another groan from him. Finding his rhythm in forcing through her, he was dragging his finger deeper, all the while laying further, harsh smacks onto her ass, working his way up to the second joint.

 

[NudieUnicorn]

space Her hand pushed away from her asshole, hair let go of, she let her face lay down on the floor... ass feeling, somehow, more in the air than before, having her cheek pressed into the dirty metal floor. She bent her knees, trying to touch her butt with her heels, spreading her arms out in front of her, she luxuriated in being in the degrading position... moaned and gasped into the floor, mouth wet and collecting grime on her lips. She flicked her tongue out between her smooshed lips, licking the floor between moans.
space The man was slapping her ass again, and she gasped and yipped as she felt the stinging fireworks shoot through her, her eyes rolling back in her hair, subbing with passion, her throat growing raw with the animalistic noises she was grinding out of it. Then his fingers pulled out of her vagina, and she made a high pitched keening sound of pleading sorrow, her feet shaking - her body wanted the stimulation on her G-spot, her mind had no say in it anymore, it was all she could do, mentally, to stop herself from speaking, from begging, and thereby breaking the rules of the service.
space Then she felt him violate her asshole with his fingers, and she was groaning again with a loud "Ooooooooh! Oh! Ooooooh! Oh! Hnnnnnnnnngh! Ooooooohh! Hnnnngh!" Her body was trying to shove her ass back on his finger, her mind was trying to stop her body from doing that, what this resulted in was her whole lower body tensing, her asshole clenching with the total tensing of all of her muscles... Her asshole was so tight around his finger, she could feel each joint as it moved in, wet from her vagina as it was, it could still only just move forward. And he was still smacking her ass, it was everything she wanted, in that moment, for this attention... and she reveled in the thought of further, deeper, longer violation...

 

[Volero]

With his thick middle digit sinking deep into her backmost hole, and the harsh treatment of his free hand forcing such deep clenching onto him, Andrew was met with the most brutal moans yet from the girl prostrating herself on the grimy bus floor. His every sense inflamed, Andrew's own manic gaze darted wildly over her - having a hard time choosing between looking at her spasming holes within his grasp and her face gasping and rubbing into the floor, tongue lolling onto the metal, drool flecking along her lips. His rigid cock could no longer handle his neglect; with one last slap levied onto her burning cheek, his hand pulled away to practically tear down the front of his slacks, unleashing his member behind her with an aching groan from his lips. Standing at full attention, inches away from her quivering holes, a painful twitch running through his exposed head.

Breathing out in relief, his eyes surveyed a bit more calmly over his shivering nude prey beneath him. His finger had stilled within her ass, feeling the tension through her slowly starting to taper off, though it was far from receding completely. Whether or not she could even see his bared cock from this angle, surely she could at least anticipate his shifting movements over her, drawing himself closer, his finger ever-so-slowly starting to retreat from her ass. Rising tension accompanied it, her ass not wanting to let him go - but soon, her hole gaped over nothing. And with both hands free to move, he grasped tight onto both of her bruised cheeks, spreading her as wide open as he felt they could go. Breathing out over her exposed holes, he smiled watching her whole body shiver. Knowing how badly her body craved to be used in either one; wanting to torment her with both.

Hands clasping further down onto her ass, his weight bore down on her, curling her limber back even more unnaturally onto the bus floor, holding her in place. He then bore his cock down, finding the searing wet folds of her pussy. Dragging through them, wetting his bare head, dragging down along her swollen clit before letting the weight of his cock slap down onto it, relishing the wet sounds. Only after a few measures of this teasing did his cock find her entrance, dragging slowly - too slowly - through the beginnings of her tight wet walls. Letting his head drag through her, feeling her start to pulse involuntarily around him, trying to drag him into her. But he knew that to be treated like this - like a lover - after so much torment and abuse - so much of being treated like a toy - wasn't quite what the lady had in mind.

So, after another perilous inch sunk into her tightening cunt, he suddenly dragged away. Both hands wrapped their thumbs along her asshole, spreading her just a bit wider - before his cock slid down, quickly, harshly, to press into her ass. No delicate treatment here; his weight bore down onto her, already sinking his cock deeper through her asshole. Only for a brief moment did her wetness coating around him help in easing him into her; his movements quickly grew harsh, tearing through her ass, and feeling the fresh squirming and tensing starting to rend its way through her limbs, he practically laid down on top of her on the bus floor, his torso sinking onto her back and his hands grasping her thin arms, holding her close and tight beneath him while his cock ravaged through her backdoor, his own harsh exhales drifting onto her scalp beneath him.

 

[NudieUnicorn]

space Bethany screamed as she felt him piece her asshole, having pried it open with both of his hands hands, she howled as he ripped his dick into her anus. She held firm, tensing shuddering in pain ecstasy. His body was pressing hard against her own back, his face on the back of her head - his hands were gripping her arms just above the elbows, pulling her body toward his groin and the his ravaging penis, his thighs and lower body slamming into her ass cheeks, she could feel each impact all the way up to the back of her skull, jarring her teeth together. She couldn't move, couldn't get away if she wanted to, trapped and pinned beneath him, as he fucked her.
space In her fantasy she was a leashed and wild thing, like a wild horse, being broken by a skilled rider, dominated, owned, domesticated - she wanted to scream 'No! No!" because that would make her fantasy all the hotter. "Not my asshole!" but that was against the rules, and words were hard. At that moment, she was entirely within her own body, within the delicious ravishment, naked, helpless and thoroughly and deeply penetrated.
space Without sufficient lubricant, her ass was on fire, each thrust, in or out, like burning, searing light exploding in the back of her eyes, making her arms and legs tremble with their own internal spasms of intense sensation. She was sobbing now, wailing, rubbing the back of her head against his face in appreciation, flexing her knees to press down against the agony (trying to make it harder, faster, more painful) when she could, but mostly, she was free to simply be, and allow the service to continue... moaning, wailing, howling wordless agonized thank-yous as he continued to fuck her dry-asshole...

 

[Volero]

With the tight depths of her ass practically forming anew around his cock, and the feral howling that she let out, her body shaking with each scream escaping her, Andrew cried out nearly as loud as she did, straight into her neck and the back of her scalp that craned so lovingly back into him. Any inhibition he might have had before was long gone now; and how could he have ever hesitated for even a second with this wanting little sub, alone on the bus with him? Tears spilled from her red-tinged eyes, beading down her face to mingle with the drool forming along her lips. Her cries throttled out of her as a melting liquid of syllables; words were trying to form through her moans, irrespective of the bus's rules, but they could only come through as a high-pitched babble. And through it all, her face ran through alternating shocks, at once ringed with pain and smiling up to her dirtied cheeks with pleasure, practically in time with his sinking and retreating through her ass.

His frenzy could only climb the longer his cock reamed through her. Grasping tighter on her would-be flailing arms, he curled her shifting back with yet another tight pull, drawing his head away from the back of her neck - away from that loving gesture of her burying her face back into him. Any affection of the moment moving swiftly back into tense manipulation of her willing body, lifting her from the metal floor by his grip on her arms, her scraped tits left to hang down with her torso held parallel to the floor. Her willful flexing of her knees left to the necessity of supporting her whole weight, arms held akimbo behind her, in this twisted doggystyle position that gave him ample room to rattle her body with his thrusts. Nearly his whole length burned its way through her ass, harsh slapping sounds accompanying her cries with her every limber inch shaking onto his pounding hips, up to her short dyed locks that shook and brushed over her eyes, becoming wetted with her tears.

For all of the arousal and adrenaline coursing through him, though, Andrew could only keep this treatment up for so long. His cock tensing through her every spasming depth, his hands climbed higher up her thin arms, gripping tight enough to mark her delicate skin a light red at each turn, before reaching up to the crest of her smooth, sweaty armpits - indeed, her whole body had a thin sheen of sweat shining over her by this point. And with this gradually climbing curl of tension he pulled out of her, angling her closer upright from the floor, he suddenly pulled his cock back out of her with a painful groan from his lips, standing upright onto his numbed legs, leaving her to fall back onto the floor, her asshole brushing straight onto the cool metal. His searing, tensing cock, though, had yet to reach its peak, throbbing inches above her trembling form, over her mouth that gasped for oxygen between each whimpering sound. The pause in action lasted mere seconds - his lingering grip on her arms pulled her back into him, his cock and balls brushing straight onto her burning cheek. Looking straight down into her reddened, beaming eyes, blinking at her tears with his cock brushing right underneath her eyeline, before his grip on her arms angled her back just right for his cock to brush into her mewling mouth. His breathing both relaxed and climbed in volume at the sensation, his hands shifting up from underneath her arms to brush gently along both sides of her neck. Gently, yet brusqely guiding her into sucking deeper onto his cock, throbbing along her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

 

[NudieUnicorn]

spaceBethany was lost in a haze of blissful agony, her tortured, dry-fucked asshole screaming with delicious pain, gaping dejectedly as he pulled his cock out of her enraged rectum. She couldn't see through the tears and endorphin-drunk wooziness. But she could feel her body being lined up for something. The notions of what was happening didn't line up with her senses right away, and all she could do was laze her lower jaw and let the intruding cock poke around her mouth and tongue for a few moments. With hands pressing more insistently on the sides of her neck, she came out of her ecstatic daze and tried to work her lips and tongue, forming a ring pressing tightly around the shaft of the man's cock, her drooling mouth creating a lube on her lips. Her tongue, when she thought to try to work it flattened out and curled around one side of the invading penis, then the other, trying to pleasure it, only certain she would be able to allow it unobstructed free reign to fuck her mouth, maybe he throat. She tried to cough, get the saliva out of her throat so she could prepare it for a good throat fucking, if he so desired. She would need to change her position for that, but was having trouble getting her arms and legs to work right, lacked the will to move her sore body, the muscles having clamped down so hard on her bones that her whole body was awash with a weary soreness that only enhanced her dreamy state of masochistic revelry...
spaceShe sucked with what she hoped was an eager slurping sound, air blowing hot out of her nose against his crotch. Maybe he could cum in her mouth or throat, feeding her, and she would swallow his seed hungrily. Or maybe he would cover her with semen, soiling her with degrading fluids - the excitement of either possibility made her miss her timing and she tried to inhale his cock into her lungs, causing her to choke and wretch until the thrusting penis was in her outer area of her mouth again, at which point she gasped, forced herself to get back in rhythm after a few seconds of holding her breath...
spaceSome distant part of her brain imagined what she would look like, dirty, naked, barefoot, limping off the bus at their destination, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and goopy dribbling splashes of drying semen, so hot she was rigorously rubbing her clit as she took the last step off the bus, wanting desperately still to cum, dropping to her knees on the cement ground of the bus stop, people looking at her like a crazy slut, degraded and dirty, fingering herself on the ground like a wild creature... This was shaping up to be just the sort of morning she'd been needing for a while...

 

[Volero]

Looking down over the young woman's face that gasped, sputtered, mewled as her limbs shook beneath her, watching her tear-soaked eyes flutter above her burning cheeks, brown orbs gazing vaguely off into the middle distance, Andrew could only marvel at just how changed she looked from the reserved, shy-looking visage she had entered the bus with. Beaming through her dirtied face, though, was the dazed smile along her lips, hanging open with her panting, a happy little tone rising from her as she finally managed to guide those lips onto his cock - that same cock that had seconds before been reaming through her ass. She would be this ecstatic to be this much of a slave to pleasure and torment every hour of every day if she could; having to present a dignified face to the world was just an intermittent pit-stop for her.

With a measure of initiative returning to her addled mind, Andrew could feel her lips and tongue working further around him, drawing him deeper through her mouth, at once calming and flaring up the aching feeling through his shaft. Drool spilled past her lips while her tongue flapped and curled around him, obscene and indulgent sounds rising out of her, matching in spirit her howling moans from before. A bit of focus managed to return to her eyes, flashing for a moment up towards his - and with it, red and teary as her eyes still were, he thought he could see the faintest of glows through her orbs. A token of affection, somewhat different from the animal-like lust she'd radiated up to now. Whatever the case, though, as Andrew felt her start to find a rhythm around him, he intended to exploit it - just as he'd exploited her with every other motion of his hands and cock. His hips began to grind down, pinning her tongue straight down to the bottom of her mouth underneath his shaft, while his hands slid upward from her neck, taking hold through her hair once again, just past her headphones; a small wonder they hadn't dislodged themselves by now. His cock dragged deeper through her mouth, his hanging testicles starting to brush along her chin, feeling her gasps heighten and vibrate around him. At one point, her writhing onto him was just a bit too eager - she inhaled so deeply onto his head that the tension forced her to retreat, pushing him back towards the front of her mouth, only to desperately try and slip him back into her through her gasping coughs. But Andrew had his own plans; with a tightening grip through her hair, he dragged back fully from her tongue, his cock slid back out into the open air above her, strings of her drool wrapped onto his skin. He swiftly brought his shaft down, planting it straight across her face, dirtying her pretty features even more with her own saliva while he guided his trimmed balls into her mouth, feeling her tongue react for a split second before lolling straight onto his sack.

All of this, all of her desperate, pitiful submission through every hole of hers that he'd deigned to use - Andrew couldn't even keep up the playful, domineering teasing that it had drawn out of him up to now. He needed to cum by this point, for his cum to dirty her. Dragging his cock back down from her face, he planted it straight past her lips, onto her tongue. And with her face and neck held down beneath him, he was dragging his cock through her mouth in his fastest, roughest movements yet. Throttling his cock through her mouth, dipping straight into her throat, practically in a straight line with his hips weighing down onto her, his balls slapping onto her chin. All while his groans bled out of him, close to shouting over her as she slobbered onto his searing cock, her tits jiggling each time his pelvis met her. Straightaway using her mouth and throat like this, he felt his climax coming on quick; and when that almost painful twitch set into him, he pulled tight on her hair to plant her down beneath him while his cock retreated, her high-pitched whimpering breaths filling the bus along with his groans, his cock throbbing above her and his seed arcing out of him straight onto her face. Over and over, his cum splattered out onto her cheeks, her forehead, clinging into her hair and stinging into her eyes. His thoughts practically white noise as his climax spasmed through his cock, yet more seed shooting out of him and thoroughly painting her whimpering face beneath him, streaking down onto her neck, her dyed hair already a ruined tangle.