A slut's dream on a bus

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The boring weekend passed quickly, and I had to go back to school. Why was it boring? On my way home, I received a call from my husband. He had an urgent business trip and couldn't even wait for me to get home before making love to me. Didn't he know that my pussy was already itching for more? I returned home feeling disappointed, and spent the weekend cleaning the house inside and out, which I guess was a way of suppressing my desires through housework.

After lunch, I boarded the bus back to school. I dozed off on the long journey. A pair of large hands caressed my full breasts, kneading my nipples, and then slowly one hand reached deep into my thigh… It felt so good. I couldn't see the man's face, I only knew I wanted it. Then I opened my legs and welcomed a thick penis that plunged into my pussy… The feeling was amazing. I tried my best to respond to the thrusts, and I felt my juices flowing…

Suddenly, I heard a voice say, "The bus has arrived at the station, wake up, get off." Oh, so I was having a wet dream. When I woke up, I found my underwear was a little damp. Hmm, it's probably the pre-menstrual phase; my desires are getting stronger. It's all my husband's fault; why did he suddenly have to go on a business trip?

I grabbed my bag and got off the bus, boarding a three-wheeled vehicle heading to the village. I was the only one on the vehicle; the driver, an older man, was probably in a hurry to get back, so he drove off immediately, usually waiting for a few more passengers before leaving. After driving for a while, a middle-aged man got on the side of the road. It was him—the parent of one of my students. I felt a little awkward. The man greeted me with a smile, saying he wanted to take some food to the school for the child, and even offered me some, which I politely declined. We chatted idly for a bit, and I felt my vagina starting to stir again. Looking at this man opposite me, I absurdly wanted to have some earth-shattering sex with him on a moving three-wheeled vehicle. I pretended to close my eyes and rest, leaning against the side of the vehicle's canopy, deliberately breathing rapidly to make my breasts appear larger and sexier. From his angle, my full, firm breasts must have been very alluring. "Come closer and touch my breasts! Reach your hand deep into my thighs! You'll find my flower is already soaking wet..." As the tricycle moved, I felt my flower getting itchier and itchier, and water slowly flowed out. Finally, the middle-aged man came closer and sat next to me, slowly moving his hand from my thigh to my inner thigh. I was wearing a skirt today, so he could directly touch my already wet panties. I didn't turn around or open my eyes. His large hand flipped open my panties and his fingers pinched my labia. I trembled slightly but still didn't move. The middle-aged man touched my already soaking wet flower, and without any hesitation, he pulled down my panties. At this moment, I knew I had to cooperate. I held onto the seat, bent over, and raised my buttocks, preparing to receive the thrusting, just like last time.

He quickly unzipped his pants, his thick penis already hard without any prompting from me. Still as hot as ever, still as forceful, his penis plunged deep into my flower once more, and I felt full again. At this point, I couldn't care less. Since my husband hadn't satisfied me, let another man fill my empty flower… The roar of the tricycle engine drowned out the slapping sounds of the middle-aged man pounding my white buttocks from behind. With his fierce thrusts, I quickly reached my first orgasm. My still-on bra was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe, so I reached behind me, unzipped my skirt, and unhooked my bra. My full breasts swayed with each thrust; if I were naked at that moment, it would definitely be a sexy picture of undulating breasts and buttocks. We remained silent. The middle-aged man focused solely on his work, his hands gripping my waist tightly. Each thrust pulled me to the entrance and then plunged in completely, his large glans relentlessly pounding against my sensitive clitoris. Waves of intense pleasure surged through my brain and body. Afraid I would scream out loud, I stuffed my underwear into my mouth and bit down hard. The suppressed pleasure, unable to find release, brought me to another climax. I think he could feel my hot love juices dripping onto his glans. My warm vagina tightly enveloped his thick penis, and with each thrust, we felt our bodies heating up.

I must say, the middle-aged man was very skilled. He continued thrusting like this for half an hour, until my legs were almost weak, just like last time. Another rapid series of thrusts followed. I knew he was about to ejaculate. Would he be able to resist ejaculating deep inside me this time? I still didn't speak. He was making me feel so good; I didn't mind if he ejaculated inside me. In the final moments, the middle-aged man thrust in and out about ten times. Suddenly, I felt an emptiness inside me. Looking back, I saw him turn around and ejaculate thick, white semen out of the car… As the car sped forward, that white stream seemed quite powerful. If it had been inside me, would it have stimulated my uterus and given me another scalding orgasm? I don't know how the middle-aged man could resist ejaculating inside me, but to me, it was a sign of respect. I hate men who only care about their own pleasure and ignore a woman's physical and emotional well-being. His gesture undoubtedly earned me more respect.

After tidying myself up, the middle-aged man said he wanted me to give him a gift. Surprisingly, he wanted my underwear. I didn't hesitate and gave it to him. I even took off my bra and gave it to him too, because they were a set. My husband had given it to me, and now I was giving it to another man. Would my husband be furious if he found out? Haha… Well, what can I do? This man deeply satisfied my desires. I walked back to school without a bra. Without the restraint of a bra, my full breasts swayed quite a bit as I walked. Luckily, it was already dark, so no one should notice.

[The End]

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