My true experience on a long-distance bus

My True Story on a Long-Distance Bus:
I'm a manager's assistant at a four-star hotel. My surname is Liu, I'm 26 years old, and I've been working here for over two years. I'm 1.67 meters tall and weigh 50 kilograms. While I wouldn't call myself a stunning beauty, I'm still pretty and radiant. What I'm most proud of is my curvaceous figure.

After graduating from university, I got a job at this hotel as a front desk receptionist. Because of my hard work, warm and attentive service to guests, and my major in tourism management, I was promoted to assistant and full-time secretary by the manager in less than two years.

This year, during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I planned to accompany my boyfriend to visit his parents by train, but the hotel unexpectedly arranged a holiday banquet for a large company, and the manager assigned me to be in charge of the banquet's reception. Although reluctant, I had no choice but to tell my boyfriend to take the train back first to make preparations, while I would take a long-distance bus the next day. We agreed that he would pick me up at the station.

The banquet that evening went relatively smoothly, and there were no major problems with the performances or the reception. However, the follow-up work kept me busy until after 1 a.m. before I finally dragged my tired body out of the hotel. The next day, I didn't open my eyes until 9 a.m. Thinking that I couldn't be impolite to my boyfriend's house, I quickly dressed myself up, hurriedly ate a quick breakfast, and rushed to the long-distance bus station. It was already 11:30 when I arrived at the ticket hall. After buying my ticket and boarding the bus, I asked the driver and learned that a section of the highway was closed for construction and a detour was required. What used to be a four-hour journey might now take six hours. The seated bus I used to ride in had been temporarily replaced with an old-fashioned "21" double-decker sleeper bus. The "21" designation means that "1" refers to a row of individual seats on the right side of the bus, while "2" refers to the upper and lower berths that are divided into sections. Each berth has two close-fitting berths, and there is a narrow aisle between "1" and "2".

I had a bad feeling. I had deliberately worn a black Korean-style office lady short-sleeved fitted dress with black stockings to make a good impression on my boyfriend's family, aiming to show off my perfect figure and unique charm. However, on this kind of sleeper bus, my attire was completely inappropriate. All my advantages had turned into disadvantages, making me prone to wardrobe malfunctions and attracting perverts. I looked around the bus carefully. The single berths on the left were already full, and although the double berths on the right had two seats per row, they were right next to each other, with a combined width of less than 1 meter.

Wearing a skirt, I naturally didn't want to squeeze in with a strange man. I walked all the way to the back of the bus and found that the last row of lower berths was still empty. I secretly rejoiced, thinking that the bus would leave at 12 o'clock, and even if a few more people got on, they would sit in the front and wouldn't squeeze into the last row with me. So I lay down in the last row by the window. Sure enough, two or three passengers got on after me. Seeing that there were no single seats, they found empty seats in the front. But it was this seemingly clever decision that made my memory of long-distance sleeper buses unforgettable.

As the bus started moving, a middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly boarded. After glancing around the carriage, he went straight to the last row. I cursed my bad luck. He walked up to me and politely asked, "Miss, is this seat taken?"

I had no choice but to shake my head. He smiled and nodded, placed a large suitcase on the shelf opposite me, and then sat down in the seat next to me. While he was putting his luggage down, I secretly sized him up. He had dark skin, and wore a dark red men's t-shirt tucked into blue jeans. He was reasonably clean, which made me secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps due to regular exercise or physical labor, he put the suitcase down with ease, and his movements revealed his strong arms and robust build, without the typical potbelly of a middle-aged man. However, what made me uncomfortable was that when he lay down, our shoulders, waists, and legs inevitably pressed together.

"Hey sis, you're a college student, right? Are you home for vacation?" The man probably thought I was a college student because I was young and pretty and not wearing much makeup.

When I was first approached by a boy in middle school, I was so nervous my face turned red and my heart raced. But now, time has passed, and I've seen it all. Although this was the first time a man so much older than me had approached me, I didn't take it too seriously. I just thought he was a bit shameless and had questionable taste. Perhaps out of professional habit, I smiled slightly at him and said politely, "Brother, you have good taste. I'm home visiting family, but I've been working for two years now."

The man, realizing he'd guessed wrong, chuckled awkwardly and said, "Oh, seeing how young you are, I thought you were a student! I run my own business; I live here, and I'm going to ** city to discuss business." I thought to myself, "I didn't even ask you, yet you're already introducing yourself, not at all shy." But considering how mature and sexy I was dressed, and that my dress was an office lady outfit, he still guessed I was a college student, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. After a few more polite words, I turned my head to the window and ignored him.

About half an hour after the bus left the station, it entered the highway. I noticed the passengers were all pulling up their curtains, so I did too, and the interior gradually darkened. Perhaps because of the dim light, or perhaps because I'd stayed up too late the night before, I felt waves of drowsiness wash over me. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I slowly closed my eyes… I don't know how long I slept, but I was suddenly awakened by an itchy sensation on my inner thigh.

Half-asleep, I recognized the feeling; it made my heart itch too—it felt like my boyfriend's hand… I suddenly snapped back to reality. No, this was on a long-distance bus; it must be the middle-aged man next to me groping me. I slightly opened my eyes and glanced to the side. Sometime during the journey, a blanket provided on the bus had been placed over me, and the middle-aged man was groping my body under the thin blanket.

It turned out that the middle-aged man next to me was lying flat on his back, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, while his left hand, concealed by the blanket, was caressing the inside of my thigh through my skirt, inching towards my genitals. His movements were very light, his fingers rhythmically circling my skirt. At first, I only felt an itch on my thigh, but gradually I felt an itch all over my body from his touch.

He seemed very familiar with the female body, quickly finding my clitoris—how audacious! I was at a loss for what to do, so I pretended to be asleep for the time being, feeling extremely disgusted and ashamed.

This middle-aged man was cunning; while pretending to be asleep, he slowly caressed my private parts. He placed his palm on my vulva, his middle finger searching for my labia, while his little finger and thumb were placed on my soft inner thighs… “What should I do? If I just push his hand away from my private parts, he might continue to harass me! If I shout ‘sexual harassment,’ not only will I be embarrassed, but if I anger him, what if it’s bad for me?”

That’s it! I’ll pretend to be asleep for now, then squeeze my legs together, and when he pulls his hand away, I’ll suddenly turn my body to the inside to escape his clutches. At the same time, I wanted to let him know, "I'm awake, get your hand off my body..." This left room for both of us.

Thinking this, I suddenly squeezed my legs together tightly, intending to startle him and make him remove his hand. But unexpectedly, as I squeezed my legs, I also clamped his hand down. Even more surprisingly, he was very experienced, and his caressing technique was skillful. Not only did he not leave my body, but the side

of his palm, under the pressure of my legs, pressed firmly against the cleft of my vulva. Ah... how could this be...? His hand stuck there actually intensified my sensations, my heart started racing, and my private parts became hot, probably because my body is more sensitive before menstruation.

When the middle-aged man saw me suddenly squeeze my legs together, his rough hands began to caress the inside of my thighs again, while the side of his palm rubbed back and forth between my labia. My squeezing my legs together didn't stop his assault; instead, it made him think my body was responding to his touch.

I decided to take further action to stop him. I suddenly turned and moved my body to the inside of the carriage, changing the position of my legs as well, allowing my private parts to escape his clutches. My movement seemed to startle the man, and his hands froze.

Just when I thought my actions had warned him and he wouldn't assault me again, the middle-aged man rolled over, pressing his strong chest tightly against my back. He then used his entire body to squeeze me into a corner of the carriage. I knew I was in trouble; he was going to continue assaulting me.

Sure enough, a moment later, one of his hands was on my calf again. Seeing that I didn't react, he slowly moved his hand up my inner thigh. This time, he was even bolder, actually slipping his hand directly under my skirt, slowly moving it along my smooth stockings. His fingers found the crevice of my vulva again and began to caress it gently.

His earlier harassment was through my skirt, which gave me a ticklish feeling, but my body could still bear it. However, this time his fingers pressed directly against my vulva, through which I was only wearing thin lace panties and sheer black stockings. Soon, I blushed and my heart raced from his caresses, and my vulva slowly became wet. I couldn't help but squeeze my legs together again.

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to notice the change in my body. He suddenly grabbed one side of my panties and stockings, tightly pulling them into my vulva, and then began to shake them up and down and side to side.

I knew he was rubbing my labia against my panties and stockings… I'd never felt anything like it before, but it felt incredibly good. He seemed to know a lot about the female body, how to arouse me by teasing my sensitive areas. He was doing something disgusting to me, yet my body was becoming increasingly aroused, and this excitement was constantly battering my self-esteem.

I knew that if this continued, my vagina would become even wetter, and my juices would slowly drip onto my panties and stockings, which would undoubtedly excite this man even more. I couldn't let that happen. Thinking this, my shame overcame my excitement, and I forcefully pushed his hands away, then tightly covered my vulva with my hands.

Then came a few minutes of silence. The middle-aged man knew I was resisting, but he pretended to be asleep as if nothing had happened. After a while, he turned over, facing the aisle. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare remove my hand protecting my private parts.

At this moment, the middle-aged man pretended to yawn, then slowly stood up, took a small pouch from his suitcase, placed it under his pillow, and then turned around to pull the curtain of the last row of partitions closed, so that the passengers in the seats across the aisle couldn't see what was happening in our berth. Although I didn't know what he was going to do, I was certain that this man hadn't given up on my body.

The middle-aged man covered me with the blanket again and slowly lay down. I felt his chest pressed tightly against my back again, and a deep voice sounded in my ear: "Little beauty, did you feel good just now? Wearing such a sexy outfit on a long bus ride, a tight dress and black stockings, isn't it just so you can let people touch you?"

Although I really wanted to refute that it wasn't a tight dress, it was true that I was dressed like that. I was afraid that if I said anything, he would say something even more embarrassing, so I didn't answer him.

"This is the first time I've met such a young and beautiful girl like you on a long-distance bus. If you just listen to me, I guarantee I'll make you feel incredibly good and let you experience the pleasures of being a woman." After saying this, he reached under the blanket again and placed his hand on my hand that was protecting my private parts. I immediately covered my private parts tightly with one hand and placed the other hand across my chest to prevent him from violating my breasts.

Seeing that I was tightly protecting my private parts, making it impossible for him to find a way to do anything, the middle-aged man reached into the fanny pack under the pillow and started rummaging through it. Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation on my face. It turned out that the middle-aged man was slashing my face with the sheath of a small knife. My heart was pounding in my chest with fear, and my whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, my chest heaving violently. Just then, the voice came again: "Little beauty, don't be stubborn. I'm going to take you down today. You'd better behave and not move or make a sound, or I'll feel sorry for you if you get a scar or two on your pretty face."

I was spoiled by my parents since I was a child, and I had never experienced such a tense moment before. My mind went blank, and I was afraid that he would really pull out the knife and hurt me. Normally eloquent, I was now so nervous I couldn't utter a single word. I tried to regulate my breathing and calm myself, stammering, "B-Big Brother, let's...let's talk...what...what do you want?"

The middle-aged man, probably seeing how frightened I was, chuckled and said, "Seeing as you're an educated college student, don't you know what I want to do? As long as you behave and don't move or scream, I absolutely won't hurt you. Besides, a beautiful woman like you, I'm too busy being nice to you, how could I bear to be rough with you? How about it?"

I knew there was still a long way to go before the car arrived at the station. For several hours, I knew I couldn't escape his grasp. Today, I was doomed. Not wanting to suffer any loss, the beautiful woman slowly nodded and said, "Then... put the knife away first."

Seeing that I had yielded to his request, the middle-aged man immediately put the knife back in his bag. Then he moved closer to my body again, one hand reaching towards my private parts. I was already frozen in fear, my hands still in the same position. He slowly took my hand that had been protecting my private parts and gently placed it on the outside of my thigh. Then he slipped his hand under my skirt and began his previous actions, slowly stroking from my inner thigh towards my vulva. I knew it was wrong for him to touch my body like this, but the thought of the knife that had just slid across my face made me feel as if I had been paralyzed, unable to move.

Seeing that I was compliant and didn't resist anymore, the middle-aged man started rubbing my labia with my panties and stockings again. As the rubbing continued, the fear and stiffness I felt earlier slowly dissipated by this strange sensation, and the initial excitement surged back. It was itchy, and my vagina became hot again, as if it was already wet inside.

At this moment, the humiliation of being forced by a stranger, the excitement of being touched by a pervert, and the thrill of being discovered kept assaulting my fragile mental defenses. This strange feeling was unbearable. Although I was forced, I suddenly had a feeling that I didn't want the strange man to leave my body. I unconsciously straightened my legs, leaning back little by little into the middle-aged man's arms.

He seemed to sense the changes in my body and mind, and began to stroke my panties and stockings between my legs with his fingers. An even stronger itching sensation washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Then, the middle-aged man's heavy breathing reached my ears again: "You little slut, you don't want the whole busload of people watching your performance, do you?" Only then did I regain my senses, tightly covering my mouth with my hand, trying to suppress a sound, while simultaneously feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from beneath my skirt.

Just as my fear was gradually subsiding and my body was slowly going limp, my vagina enjoying the stimulating and exciting sensation, a familiar phone ring came from the bag above my head. I knew it was my boyfriend's phone. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. I wondered how he would feel if he knew his girlfriend was being played with by a stranger on a long bus ride. I turned to the middle-aged man and whispered, "My boyfriend's phone!"

At the same time, I put my left index finger to my lips, making a gesture to silence him. He smiled wickedly and nodded at me, removing his finger from my vagina. I gave him a grateful look and then took the phone out of my bag.

"Honey, are you on the bus?" my boyfriend's concerned voice came through the phone.

"Um, I'm...I'm on the train, the noon train." I answered my boyfriend's call, glancing at the middle-aged man staring at me, and felt a little nervous.

My nervousness probably aroused the man's interest again; he suddenly reached under the blanket with both hands, lifted my skirt, and began to pull down my black stockings and underwear. I was on the phone with my boyfriend and, fearing he might cause trouble, didn't dare offend him. I could only try to dodge his advances, slowly shrinking into a corner of the carriage.

My boyfriend, unaware that his phone call had become an accomplice to a stranger assaulting his girlfriend, continued, "Then you'll be here before five o'clock this afternoon, right? I'll pick you up at the station then!"

"Oh, okay, but the driver said the highway is closed for roadwork and we need to take a detour, so it might be two hours later than usual. I'll call you then." At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and put his arm around my slender waist, pulling me into his arms. Then he gently lifted my body and pulled my stockings and underwear down to my knees. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and my speech became noticeably faster than before.

My boyfriend, of course, had no idea what was going on with me and was still rambling on and on: "They always do roadwork on weekends. I really don't know what those highway workers do all the time. Remember to buy something to eat when you park."

At this moment, the middle-aged man slowly moved his hand from my waist to my left shoulder, and then slipped it under the neckline of my dress, pushed open my bra, and roughly kneaded my right breast with his large hand. At the same time, his other hand reached under my skirt and pressed against my vulva.

I gasped softly, "Ah!" and placed a hand on the middle-aged man's hand that was violating my private parts. My boyfriend's concerned voice immediately came from the other end of the line: "What's wrong, honey? What happened?"

I quickly explained, "Nothing, nothing. A big truck just drove past me and gave me a fright." At the same time, I pouted and glared at the middle-aged man. He gave me an admiring look, and then inserted his fingers into my vagina. I clamped my legs tightly around his hand, but immediately a wave of intoxicating itching sensation spread from my vagina. At that moment, I had no mind to talk to my boyfriend on the phone.

"I'm not talking to you anymore, my phone's almost dead, don't call me again, I'll call you when I'm almost there." Without waiting for my boyfriend's reply, I quickly hung up the phone. At that moment, the middle-aged man held my full breasts in one hand, one finger gently caressing my already hardened nipple, while the fingers of his other hand kept teasing my clitoris. Just as I hung up the phone, I felt as if two streams of heat flowed from my nipples and my vagina throughout my body, and soon my vagina was overflowing with fluid.

Seeing that I hurriedly hung up on my boyfriend, the middle-aged man seemed quite satisfied with my reaction. He started kissing my earlobe, whispering in my ear, "You little slut, you're so wet down there, does it feel good? I really have to thank your boyfriend for the call, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy to disarm you. Being touched while talking to your boyfriend, isn't that exciting!"

I playfully retorted, "You're so mean, why are you so naughty?" The middle-aged man saw me... I tacitly approved of his actions, and he went further, saying, "You're so slim, but I never imagined your breasts were so big. Being your boyfriend must be so wonderful."

At this moment, my body and mind were almost on the verge of collapse under the teasing of the middle-aged man's hands and lewd words. My already pitiful self-esteem was shattered without a trace, and my guilt towards my boyfriend and the shame of being played with were fading away under the impact of the intense physical pleasure.

I slowly rested my head on the middle-aged man's shoulder, leaning my body against his strong chest, my buttocks raised, and my legs slightly apart, welcoming his fingers as they teased my clitoris. Gradually, my whole body grew hotter and hotter, and my body twisted uncontrollably. Seeing that I had completely let go, the middle-aged man began to kiss my neck, while his hands kneading my breasts increased the pressure, and his fingers inside my vagina went straight to my clitoris, rhythmically teasing the most sensitive part of my body. At the same time, I was enduring the middle-aged man's teasing of three different parts of my body.

I admit that even my boyfriend had never given me such intense pleasure in so many sensitive areas. Under the middle-aged man's simultaneous three-pronged attack, my body became weaker and weaker. At the same time, three different pleasures crashed over my body like waves. After about ten minutes, I suddenly hugged the middle-aged man's neck tightly, my body twisting violently in his arms. At the same time, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan again. In an instant, my body reached the peak of pleasure, and I actually orgasmed... This was the first time I had been brought to orgasm by someone's hands, and it happened on a long bus ride, in the arms of a stranger.

The feeling of climax was slowly fading. Although the excitement in my body was still surging, reason was slowly overcoming desire. The moment I regained my senses, I couldn't help but blame myself. Was I a slutty woman? How could I have an orgasm on a long bus ride, after being teased by a stranger? My situation couldn't be hidden from the middle-aged man holding me. His voice whispered in my ear again, "Little beauty, you've come, haven't you? How does my technique compare to your boyfriend's?"

To be fair, the middle-aged man's technique was indeed very skillful. He made me feel very comfortable all over. Through his initial caresses of my body, he gradually mastered my sensitive spots. Later, whether it was kissing my earlobes and neck, rubbing my breasts, or teasing my clitoris, he could find the most sensitive spot for me in every way. The difference between my boyfriend and him in this respect was like heaven and earth. Although I didn't answer his lewd question, I knew that as long as he looked at my conflicted eyes, filled with both desire and resistance, the answer was self-evident.

Just as I was wondering what the middle-aged man would do to me next, the car loudspeaker announced: "Passengers, due to highway closure for construction ahead, the bus will be taking a detour and will stop at a rest area before exiting the highway. Passengers who need to rest, please disembark. The stop will last for 15 minutes. Please be prepared." Hearing

the announcement, the other passengers opened their curtains. I quickly used the time it took for the announcement to repeat myself to put on my underwear and stockings, which the middle-aged man had pulled down to my knees, and tidied my disheveled hair.

The middle-aged man stared intently at me as I finished dressing, and whispered, "You're so beautiful. Do you want to get off later?" Hearing him compliment my beauty, I felt a surge of excitement, and nodded at him, my eyes filled with longing.

He then said, "You can go down if you want, but I need to ask you two things." I couldn't figure out what he wanted to do. Suddenly, I realized he might want to talk to me while he was resting down... I decided to strike first and immediately said, "It's only ten minutes or so. We both need to use the restroom. The gas station isn't very big, and there are so many people. You want to..." He suddenly interrupted me, grinning mischievously, "What are you thinking? I just want you to buy some food and drinks. We still have several hours to go. Don't let my little beauty get hungry."

Hearing him say that, my face immediately burned, and I cursed myself for being so talkative! The middle-aged man stared at me, who was blushing, and whispered in my ear, "The second thing is, after you get off the bus, could you take off your bra, stockings, and panties? It'll be more convenient for both of us when we come back, and I promise you'll be more comfortable." Hearing this, my face, which had just returned to normal, flushed even hotter than before. I hesitated and said, "Ah? How can I? I still need to buy food. There are so many people in the rest area; if someone sees what I'm wearing…it's so…so embarrassing."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I be so stupid? Didn't I realize I wanted to take them off, but was only reluctant because of the crowd? Upon hearing this, he chuckled and whispered in my ear, "You little slut, I knew you'd take your clothes off. I'll teach you a trick. Take your purse downstairs, put what you took off in the purse, and then use the purse to cover your chest. Nobody will see anything."

At that moment, I was angry with myself for becoming so lewd. Hearing his suggestion, a thought suddenly popped into my head: if I didn't sit on his bunk when I came back up, but instead found a seat in front, wouldn't I escape his clutches and never be played with by him again?

Although being played with by him felt very good and I even reached orgasm, my shame and self-esteem once again triumphed over my desires. I secretly decided that I wouldn't take off a single piece of clothing. After using the restroom and buying my things, I'd find an empty seat at the front of the bus when everyone else was boarding. The middle-aged man, sitting in the last row, could just fly over and devour me! Thinking this, I couldn't help but show a smug look. Afraid he'd discover my deception, I quickly controlled my emotions and feigned distress, pleading, "Is this okay? Why are you so annoying? Wasn't playing with me enough just now? Do you want me to come back naked?"

Seeing that I didn't refuse, the middle-aged man whispered, "This is just the beginning. Just listen to me and remove the obstructions inside, and I'll show you what a real climax is in a moment." I had already devised a plan to escape his control and knew there was no need to defy him anymore, so I pretended to be reluctant and nodded, saying perfunctorily, "Okay then."

At this moment, the car slowly slowed down, and after a bend, pulled into a gas station next to the highway.

Seeing that I had agreed to his request, the middle-aged man turned and pulled back the partition curtain. Then he got up, took my hand, and led me to the narrow aisle to wait in line to get off the bus. Just as we got off and I was about to go to the women's restroom, he suddenly reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone, waved it at me, and then smiled and shouted, "Honey, go buy me something nice to eat. I'm a little hungry. We still have over four hours to go. I'll wait for you on the bus!"

I was still angry about how he addressed me in public when I suddenly saw the phone he was holding up, and immediately felt... A chill ran down my spine. Wasn't that the phone I used to answer my boyfriend's call? How did it end up in his hands? It all became clear. He had stolen the phone from my berth while I was excited. It contained the numbers of my boyfriend, family, and colleagues. If I had refused him earlier, he would have shown it to me in the car, and I would have been hesitant and given in to his demands. But he only took it out now, clearly having seen through my plan, forcing me to return to my seat.

"Okay, honey, I know. Be a good girl and wait for me in the car." Now that I understood his scheme, I was forced to play the wife, feeling helpless and at a loss.

Helplessly, I walked into the women's restroom, wondering what the middle-aged man would do with my phone if I didn't satisfy his demands. With that thought, I reluctantly took off my black dress, put my bra, stockings, and panties into my handbag, wiped away the remaining fluids around my vulva, put my dress back on, and left the restroom.

My dress was a fitted, figure-hugging type. Although I wasn't wearing a bra, the dress was still stretched taut by my firm breasts, making my nipples particularly noticeable against the streamlined silhouette. I used my handbag to cover my chest and hastily bought some bread, sausages, and drinks at the supermarket. When I put my handbag down at the counter to pay, I clearly felt the cashier's eyes fixed on my chest. So, without even counting the money, I hurriedly fled the supermarket.

When I returned to the bus, most of the passengers hadn't come back yet. The middle-aged man was fiddling with my phone. Seeing that I had obediently returned to the last row, he smiled contentedly and said, "Wife's back, I'm starving."

I had no idea what he had done with my phone, and my heart was pounding. I was afraid he would call my boyfriend, so I quickly handed him the food I had just bought. In front of the other passengers, I forced a smile and said, "I bought you bread and sausages, do you like them?" He took the plastic bag containing the food and drinks, and casually groped my chest. After confirming that I wasn't wearing a bra, he stared at the two dots peeking out from under my dress and said with a double entendre, "I love them, I love them, wife, you're so good to me!" I glared at him and ignored him.

Soon, the passengers returned to the bus one after another, and the carriage immediately became lively. I lay back down in my window seat, stretched out my right hand to the middle-aged man, pouted, and whispered, "I've done everything you asked me to do, can you give me back my phone now?" The middle-aged man readily placed the phone in my hand, as if reading my mind, and said, "Don't worry, I haven't used your phone to do anything bad."

Hearing him say that, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, but I was still uneasy. I quickly turned on the phone and checked the calls and messages. Sure enough, just as he said, there had been no outgoing or incoming calls during this time, and the message history was clear. I put the phone back in my bag, still feeling uneasy. How could such a cunning middle-aged man let my phone go? The middle-aged man seemed to read my mind, saying, "I originally wanted to get your phone number, but I know my place. How could a beautiful woman like you possibly be interested in an old and ugly man like me? You're just a sight to behold on this long bus ride."

Hearing him portray himself so pitifully, and remembering the way he had teased my genitals earlier that had me so captivated, I retorted sarcastically, "You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be. You're so experienced with women, you understand their bodies far better than my boyfriend, and you're quite cunning, knowing how to use coercion and seduction. Every one of your..." His demands were all things I couldn't refuse.

I keep thinking now, if I'd known you'd put me in this state, I would have refused you from the start. "After saying that, I stared directly into his eyes.

The middle-aged man knew I was deliberately mocking him, but he didn't argue. He deliberately stared intently at my chest, his expression making me feel as if I were lying naked in front of him. I couldn't stand his aggressive gaze. My face flushed, and I muttered 'Disgusting,' turning towards the car window. I thought to myself, once again, I'd given in first. A feeling of powerlessness to resist him slowly rose from the bottom of my heart."

At that moment, the car started moving, and I saw the carriage gradually quiet down again. Everyone started to draw the curtains, and I also drew my curtains. Then I secretly glanced at the middle-aged man. When he saw me get up to draw the curtains, he turned around and drew the curtains of the partition again. Then he covered me with the blanket again, and this time he also took off my high heels... I lay on the seat, listening to my heartbeat gradually accelerating, trying to control my nervous and excited emotions, waiting for the middle-aged man to violate me.

My shame intensified. The thought of taking off my bra and panties next to a stranger on a long bus ride, even though I was forced, didn't actually feel any resistance. In fact, I felt a strong sense of excitement, and even hoped the middle-aged man would come over and do something to me. How could I be so lewd? How could I do this to my boyfriend who cherished me so much? Are all women's bodies so easily tempted?

About ten minutes later, as I was lost in thought and filled with self-reproach, a voice rang in my ear again, "Wife, look, everyone's asleep. Aren't you sleepy?" I listened to the snoring sounds in the carriage for a while and shook my head slightly. "My little beauty, what's wrong? Can't you sleep because of something on your mind? Are you thinking about how much your husband loves you?"

The middle-aged man whispered lewd words in my ear, occasionally kissing it and blowing air into it, making my ear tickle. His words had hit the nail on the head; my heart pounded faster, my chest heaving. Before the man even made a move, my body reacted. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder from behind my head, and his other arm around my waist. With a slight pull, he pulled me into his arms. My head rested on his thick forearm, feeling his strong chest muscles and powerful arms. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my body began to feel weak.

I slowly closed my eyes, gradually losing myself in his masculine aura. Seeing that I had closed my eyes, the middle-aged man knew I had acquiesced to his actions. Suddenly, his arms crossed over my chest, and without the obstruction of my bra, his hands grasped my two full breasts.

I gave a soft "hmm," and my hands unconsciously pressed against the middle-aged man's hands. At this moment, the middle-aged man began to knead my breasts incessantly, his pressure perfectly controlled, placing me between pain and pleasure. My body slowly grew hot, and my vagina gradually became wet. Then the middle-aged man's voice came again: "Wife, does it feel good? A woman's breasts are the most sensitive part besides her vagina. I'll make you love this feeling in a moment." Hearing his voice, I slowly relaxed my body, and the hands that had been tightly gripping the middle-aged man slowly fell down.

Seeing that I had let go of his hands, the middle-aged man simultaneously kneaded my breasts from bottom to top with both palms, while his fingers kept circling around my areolas near my nipples. My boyfriend had never played with my breasts so carefully before; he would always just caress them briefly before rushing into my body.

With this comparison in my mind, the pleasure from my nipples became even more intense, and the numb and itchy sensation in my breasts kept wandering through my body.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's fingers began to rapidly tease my already hardened nipples. Waves of pleasure washed over me like tidal waves. I rubbed my back against his chest, letting out low moans. Seeing that the time was right, the middle-aged man removed his right hand from my breast and slipped it under my skirt, beginning to caress my vulva. At the same time, he lowered his head and used his tongue to suckle my nipples to fill the void left by his right hand.

Waves of cool, tingling, and itchy pleasure seeped through my skirt from my nipples, and I felt a surge of excitement, experiencing the simultaneous stimulation gushing from both my upper and lower body.

Then the middle-aged man's voice came again: "Wife, you're so wet down there, you're about to cum again, aren't you? Your breasts feel so good from what I've done to them! Can I kiss you?" By this time, I was so weak from his touch that my whole body felt sore, as if I were lying in a cloud of light. How could

I possibly refuse him? I nodded shyly. Seeing me nod, the middle-aged man started kissing my neck, slowly moving over my ears, eyes, cheeks, and finally my lips. A strange taste came from his mouth, and I couldn't help but feel a little resistant. But after enduring it for a while, the pleasure of his caresses stimulated my nerves, and I finally slowly tilted my head back, accepting the middle-aged man's lips. He frantically sucked on my lips, then suddenly thrust his tongue into my mouth, teasing my tongue.

The desires hidden within me seemed to be being slowly drawn out by his tongue. My juices flowed continuously down my thighs, and my body writhed under the onslaught of the middle-aged man's tongue and hands. I responded to his French kiss with a frenzied tongue. The middle-aged man seemed excited by our passionate kiss in the carriage. He removed his hand from my vagina, touched my right hand, and placed my palm on his already erect penis. I timidly stroked this stranger's hard penis, feeling a surge of excitement, unsure of what to do.

At this moment, the middle-aged man pulled away from my lips and whispered in my ear, "Wife, your lips are so sexy, your little tongue is so smooth and soft, can you kiss my little brother?" I didn't expect the middle-aged man to ask me to perform oral sex on him on the long bus ride. I looked embarrassed and said, "Here? No... isn't that inappropriate? Other people will see. Besides, I... I don't know how."

"It's okay, I'll block the way from the outside. You can kiss me under the blanket, no one will see. If you don't know how, I can teach you. Besides, you can compare mine with your boyfriend's! I've made you feel good, you won't just stand by and watch me hold back, will you?" The middle-aged man said to me in a conciliatory tone.

His words aroused my already high desire. I looked around. The carriage was dimly lit, and I could hear occasional snoring. So, I secretly made up my mind and shyly nodded slightly to him.

He sat up straight, his back pressed firmly against the backrest, then leaned slightly forward, using his burly frame to block the aisle. He then had me curl up between his legs, and he covered my head with a blanket. At this moment, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, dark penis. His penis was much thicker and slightly longer than my boyfriend's, and the glans was not fully erect yet. What intrigued me was that his glans didn't have the long foreskin that my boyfriend had.

In the darkness, I slowly approached his penis. At that moment, I smelled a mixture of urine and sweat. I reached out my right hand and gently grasped his penis. Holding my breath, I closed my eyes and slowly kissed his glans. The instant my lips touched his glans, his penis seemed to suddenly become aroused. His glans became erect, and his penis became longer and thicker than before.

At the same time, his hands were kneading my breasts through my skirt. I opened my mouth and took the middle-aged man's glans in, just like I would my boyfriend's penis. His glans was much bigger than my boyfriend's, and it filled my mouth completely before it went in very far. I had never given oral sex to anyone other than my boyfriend. Even with my boyfriend, it was only to make his penis thicker and longer so that it could be inserted into my vagina. At this moment, I clumsily took the middle-aged man's penis in and out of my mouth, and after a long time, the middle-aged man's penis slowly... My penis softened, and then the middle-aged man's helpless voice rang in my ear again: "Good sister, you've worked hard, but is this how you give your boyfriend oral sex? Didn't he teach you how to make a man feel good?"

Hearing his words, I took his penis out of my mouth, looked at him with a wronged expression, and said, "I told you I don't know how, but you insisted that I do it. I even had it in my mouth, so I'm not doing it anymore." Seeing that I seemed really angry, the middle-aged man gave me a helpless, bitter smile and said, "I'm sorry, wife, don't be angry." "I know this depends on your mood. How about you try doing it my way?" I saw his tone soften, looking pitiful and pleading with me, so I said to him, "If you still can't do it right, don't blame me."

The middle-aged man chuckled when he saw that I agreed to give him oral sex again and said, "Okay, first, hold the base of my penis with both hands and stroke it a couple of times." I did as he said, first holding his already softening penis with both hands and slowly stroking it up and down. Before long, his penis regained its vigor, and the glans became erect again. As his penis grew thicker and harder in my hands, I felt a surge of excitement. Then the middle-aged man said, "Put it in your mouth and lick the area where the glans and shaft meet with your tongue. That's the most sensitive spot for a man."

I did as he said, putting his penis in my mouth again and licking the edge of the glans with my tongue. Soon, I could clearly feel his penis getting hotter and hotter. Holding the increasingly thick and hard penis in my hands, I felt a sense of accomplishment. "That feels so good, honey, you're licking me so well. Don't stop, keep your hands moving, slowly increase the speed, lick other parts of my cock."

Hearing him praise how good it felt, I did as he said and sucked his penis even harder. Sometimes I licked the veins on his penis, sometimes I licked his testicles, and sometimes I licked his erect glans. At the same time, my hands kept stroking his penis, gradually increasing the speed. While I was giving him oral sex, I kept thinking that his penis was much thicker than my boyfriend's, and his glans was also much bigger. I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside my pussy. If my boyfriend hadn't come to pick me up at the station, I really wanted to experience what it felt like to be penetrated by a middle-aged man's penis.

I gave the middle-aged man oral sex for about half an hour. Suddenly, he said to me, "Wife, use your hands harder and go faster, I'm going to cum." When I heard him say that, I put his penis in my mouth and sucked on it, while increasing the speed and force of my stroking. Suddenly, the penis in my hands became very hot, and the glans in my mouth trembled. I knew he was about to ejaculate. What should I do? Should I let him ejaculate in my mouth? Otherwise, if it gets on my dress, I won't be able to explain it to my boyfriend.

Thinking of this, I opened my mouth and took his penis in. I felt a warm liquid shoot deep into my throat. Soon my mouth was full of the middle-aged man's semen. The semen tasted strange, faintly fishy. The only thing I liked was how slippery it was. This was the first time someone had ejaculated into my mouth. My previous boyfriends had always ejaculated directly into my vagina or into a condom. The first taste of semen made me feel nauseous and want to vomit, but afraid of soiling my skirt, I had to suppress the urge to vomit and slowly swallow the semen that kept shooting into my mouth.

The middle-aged man ejaculated in my mouth for almost half a minute. I was afraid that the semen on his penis would get on my skirt, so after I felt the penis in my hand slowly soften, I used my mouth to lick the semen off his glans. Then I took out a wet wipe from my bag and wrapped it around his penis, while wiping the semen off my mouth.

The middle-aged man seemed quite pleased with me after I swallowed all his semen and carefully cleaned his penis. He pulled me tightly into his arms, and I obediently rested my face on his shoulder. He whispered in my ear, "You learn so quickly! I had so much fun. Your boyfriend is going to be so lucky. I wonder how he'll thank me."

I glared at him and replied, "If he knew I gave a stranger oral sex on the bus, he'd be furious. Thank you? He'd be lucky if he didn't fight me." The middle-aged man teased me, "I didn't force his girlfriend to give me oral sex. Why would he fight me?" Seeing him acting all innocent after getting what he wanted, I punched his firm chest and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying! I'm being so nice to you, and you're making fun of me!"

For the next while, he temporarily stopped teasing my body. Perhaps ejaculating had exhausted his energy, because he soon fell asleep. I recalled the scene of giving him oral sex earlier and slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms. When we woke up, the sun had already set, and the carriage was getting darker and darker. Gradually, I could no longer see the middle-aged man's expression clearly. When he saw that I was awake, his hands began to tease my body again. Perhaps because he knew the bus was about to arrive at the station, he inserted his fingers directly into my vagina, teasing my clitoris and skillfully moving them up and down inside my vagina. Before long, I reached orgasm again.

Even the longest journey eventually comes to an end. Soon, the car horn sounded its familiar horn again, signaling that we were almost at the final stop. Just as I was hesitating whether to call my boyfriend to pick me up, his phone rang again. I answered the phone with a touch of melancholy and told him that the car was almost there. He told me that he was already waiting for me at the station. Suddenly, a feeling of disappointment and guilt washed over me at the same time.

I hung up the phone, dried myself off, and took out my bra, panties, and stockings from my bag. With the middle-aged man's help, I put on the bra. Just as I finished putting on my panties and was about to put on my stockings, the middle-aged man suddenly hugged me and kissed my lips. I responded passionately, and he whispered in my ear, "This is the first time I've met such a beautiful and bold girl on a bus." "Can I keep the stockings as a souvenir?" I thought that even if I didn't wear stockings, my boyfriend wouldn't suspect anything in my dress, so I held the stockings in my hand and said to her, "Then be good when you get off the bus, don't let my boyfriend find out about our relationship."

The middle-aged man nodded at me and slowly pulled the stockings from my hand. I turned around, took out a mirror, and tidied my messy long hair.

After a while, the bus slowly pulled into the station, and the passengers got up with their luggage and walked towards the door. Sitting at the back, the middle-aged man and I walked at the very back. I walked slowly towards the door with some reluctance. Just as we reached the middle of the car, the middle-aged man seemed to remember something and gently placed his hand on my waist, saying, "What's your name? Can you tell me?"

I let him caress me one last time, thinking, "Here we go again with this threatening trick." I said nothing and quickly walked towards the car door. The moment I stepped out, the middle-aged man's hand indeed withdrew from my waist.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, my boyfriend's familiar voice came from the side, "Liu Miao, I'm here." My heart sank again. I heard the middle-aged man's chuckle behind me. Following my boyfriend's voice, I saw him. At the same time, I knew that my contest with the middle-aged man had ended in defeat once again. At that moment, I probably would never have imagined that it was this name my boyfriend called out that would plunge me into an abyss of desire from which there was no return.

[The End]

I am Liu, a 26-year-old manager's assistant at a four-star hotel. I have been working here for over two years. I am 1.67 meters tall and weigh 50 kilograms. While I wouldn't call myself a stunning beauty, I am still pure, cute, and radiant. What I am most satisfied with is my curvaceous figure.

After graduating from university, I applied for a job at this hotel as a front desk receptionist. Because of my hard work, warm and attentive service to guests, and my major in tourism management, I was promoted to assistant and full-time secretary by the manager in less than two years.

This year, during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I originally planned to accompany my boyfriend to visit his parents by train, but the hotel arranged a holiday banquet for a large company at the last minute, and the manager assigned me to be in charge of the banquet reception. Although reluctant, I had no choice but to tell my boyfriend to take the train back first to make preparations, while I would take a long-distance bus the next day. We agreed that he would pick me up at the station.

The banquet that evening went relatively smoothly, and there were no major problems with the performances or the reception. However, the follow-up work kept me busy until after 1 a.m. before I finally dragged my tired body out of the hotel. The next day, I didn't open my eyes until 9 a.m. Thinking that I couldn't be impolite to my boyfriend's house, I quickly dressed myself up, hurriedly ate a quick breakfast, and rushed to the long-distance bus station. It was already 11:30 when I arrived at the ticket hall. After buying my ticket and boarding the bus, I asked the driver and learned that a section of the highway was closed for construction and a detour was required. What used to be a four-hour journey might now take six hours. The seated bus I used to ride in had been temporarily replaced with an old-fashioned "21" double-decker sleeper bus. The "21" designation means that "1" refers to a row of individual seats on the right side of the bus, while "2" refers to the upper and lower berths that are divided into sections. Each berth has two close-fitting berths, and there is a narrow aisle between "1" and "2".

I had a bad feeling. I had deliberately worn a black Korean-style office lady short-sleeved fitted dress with black stockings to make a good impression on my boyfriend's family, showcasing my perfect figure and unique charm. However, on this sleeper bus, my attire was completely inappropriate. All my advantages had turned into disadvantages, making me prone to wardrobe malfunctions and attracting perverts. I looked around the bus carefully. The single berths on the left were already full, and although the double berths on the right had two seats per row, they were right next to each other, with a combined width of less than 1 meter.

Wearing a skirt, I naturally didn't want to squeeze in with a strange man. I walked all the way to the back of the bus and found that the last row of lower berths was still empty. I secretly rejoiced, thinking that the bus would leave at 12 o'clock, and even if a few more people got on, they would sit in the front and wouldn't squeeze into the last row with me. So I lay down in the last row by the window. Sure enough, two or three passengers got on after me. Seeing that there were no single seats, they found empty seats in the front. But it was this seemingly clever decision that made my memory of long-distance sleeper buses unforgettable.

As the bus started moving, a middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly boarded. After glancing around the carriage, he went straight to the last row. I cursed my bad luck. He walked up to me and politely asked, "Miss, is this seat taken?"

I had no choice but to shake my head. He smiled and nodded, placed a large suitcase on the shelf opposite me, and then sat down in the seat next to me. While he was putting his luggage down, I secretly sized him up. He had dark skin, and wore a dark red men's t-shirt tucked into blue jeans. He was reasonably clean, which made me secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps due to regular exercise or manual labor, he put the suitcase down with ease, and his movements revealed his strong arms and robust build, without the typical potbelly of a middle-aged man. However, what made me uncomfortable was that when he lay down, our shoulders, waists, and legs inevitably pressed together.

"Hey sis, you're a college student, right? Are you home for vacation?" The man probably assumed I was a college student because I was young and pretty and not wearing much makeup.

I remember blushing and my heart pounding the first time a boy approached me in middle school, but now, much later, I've seen it all. Even though this was the first time a man so much older than me had approached me, I didn't take it too seriously. I just thought he was a bit shameless and had questionable taste. Perhaps out of professional habit, I smiled slightly at him and said politely, "Brother, you have good taste. I'm home visiting family, but I've been working for two years now."

The man, realizing he'd guessed wrong, chuckled awkwardly and said, "Oh, seeing how young you are, I thought you were a student! I run my own business; I live here, and I'm going to ** city to discuss business." I thought to myself, "I didn't even ask you, yet you're already introducing yourself, not at all shy." But considering how mature and sexy I was dressed, and that my dress was an office lady outfit, he still guessed I was a college student, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. After a few more polite words, I turned my head to the window and ignored him.

About half an hour after the bus left the station, it entered the highway. I noticed that the passengers were all pulling up their curtains, so I did the same, and the interior gradually darkened. Perhaps because of the dim light, or perhaps because I had stayed up too late the night before, I felt waves of drowsiness wash over me. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I slowly closed my eyes... I don't know how long I slept, but I was suddenly awakened by an itchy sensation on my inner thigh.

In my hazy state, the feeling was strangely familiar, because it made my heart itch, like my boyfriend's hand... I suddenly snapped back to reality. No, this was a long bus ride; it must be the middle-aged man next to me groping me. I slightly opened my eyes and glanced to the side. Sometime during the journey, a blanket provided on the bus had been placed over me, and the middle-aged man was groping my body under the thin blanket.

It turned out that the middle-aged man next to me was lying flat on his back, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, while his left hand, hidden under the blanket, was caressing my inner thigh through my skirt and slowly moving towards my private parts. His movements were very light, his fingers rhythmically circling my skirt. At first, I only felt itchy on my thighs, but gradually I felt itchy all over from his touch.

He seemed very familiar with the female body and immediately found my vagina—how bold! I didn't know what to do and could only pretend to be asleep for the time being, feeling extremely disgusted and ashamed.

This middle-aged man was cunning. He pretended to be asleep while slowly caressing my private parts. He placed his palm on my vulva, his middle finger searching for my labia, while his little finger and thumb rested on my soft inner thighs… “What should I do? If I just push his hand away from my private parts, he might continue to harass me! If I shout ‘sexual harassment,’ not only will I be embarrassed, but if I anger him, what if it’s bad for me?”

Right, I’ll pretend to be asleep for now, then squeeze my legs together, and when he pulls his hand away, I’ll suddenly turn my body to the inside to escape his clutches. At the same time, I’ll let him know, “I’m awake, your hand should leave my body immediately…” This way, I’ll leave room for both of us.

Thinking of this, I suddenly squeezed my legs together tightly, intending to startle him and make him remove his hand. However, unexpectedly, as I squeezed my legs together, I also clamped his hand tightly between my legs. Even more surprisingly, he was very experienced, and his caressing technique was quite skillful. Not only did he not leave my body, but the side of his palm, under the pressure of my legs, was firmly pressed against the cleft of my vulva.

Oh... how could this be...? This person's hand stuck there actually made my body feel even more intense. My heart started to race, and my private parts became hot, probably because my body is more sensitive before menstruation.

When the middle-aged man saw me suddenly squeeze my legs together, his rough hands began to caress the inside of my thighs again, while the side of his palm rubbed back and forth between my labia. My squeezing my legs together didn't stop his assault; instead, it made him think my body was responding to his touch.

I decided to take further action to stop him. I suddenly turned and moved my body to the inside of the carriage, changing the position of my legs as well, allowing my private parts to escape his clutches. My movement seemed to startle the man, and his hands froze.

Just when I thought my actions had warned him and he wouldn't assault me again, the middle-aged man rolled over, pressing his strong chest tightly against my back. He then used his entire body to squeeze me into a corner of the carriage. I knew I was in trouble; he was going to continue assaulting me.

Sure enough, a moment later, one of his hands was on my calf again. Seeing that I didn't react, he slowly moved his hand up my inner thigh. This time, he was even bolder, actually slipping his hand directly under my skirt, slowly moving it along my smooth stockings. His fingers found the crevice of my vulva again and began to caress it gently.

His earlier harassment was through my skirt, which gave me a ticklish feeling, but my body could still bear it. However, this time his fingers pressed directly against my vulva, through which I was only wearing thin lace panties and sheer black stockings. Soon, I blushed and my heart raced from his caresses, and my vulva slowly became wet. I couldn't help but squeeze my legs together again.

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to notice the change in my body. He suddenly grabbed one side of my panties and stockings, tightly pulling them into my vulva, and then began to shake them up and down and side to side.

I knew he was rubbing my labia against my panties and stockings… I'd never felt anything like it before, but it felt incredibly good. He seemed to know a lot about the female body, how to arouse me by teasing my sensitive areas. He was doing something disgusting to me, yet my body was becoming increasingly aroused, and this excitement was constantly battering my self-esteem.

I knew that if this continued, my vagina would become even wetter, and my juices would slowly drip onto my panties and stockings, which would undoubtedly excite this man even more. I couldn't let that happen. Thinking this, my shame overcame my excitement, and I forcefully pushed his hands away, then tightly covered my vulva with my hands.

Then came a few minutes of silence. The middle-aged man knew I was resisting, but he pretended to be asleep as if nothing had happened. After a while, he turned over, facing the aisle. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare remove my hand protecting my private parts.

At this moment, the middle-aged man pretended to yawn, then slowly stood up, took a small pouch from his suitcase, placed it under his pillow, and then turned around to pull the curtain of the last row of partitions closed, so that the passengers in the seats across the aisle couldn't see what was happening in our berth. Although I didn't know what he was going to do, I was certain that this man hadn't given up on my body.

The middle-aged man covered me with the blanket again and slowly lay down. I felt his chest pressed tightly against my back again, and a deep voice sounded in my ear: "Little beauty, did you feel good just now? Wearing such a sexy outfit on a long bus ride, a tight dress and black stockings, isn't it just so you can let people touch you?"

Although I really wanted to refute that it wasn't a tight dress, it was true that I was dressed like that. I was afraid that if I said anything, he would say something even more embarrassing, so I didn't answer him.

"This is the first time I've met such a young and beautiful girl like you on a long-distance bus. If you just listen to me, I guarantee I'll make you feel incredibly good and let you experience the pleasures of being a woman." After saying this, he reached under the blanket again and placed his hand on my hand that was protecting my private parts. I immediately covered my private parts tightly with one hand and placed the other hand across my chest to prevent him from violating my breasts.

Seeing that I was tightly protecting my private parts, making it impossible for him to find a way to do anything, the middle-aged man reached into the fanny pack under the pillow and started rummaging through it. Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation on my face. It turned out that the middle-aged man was slashing my face with the sheath of a small knife. My heart was pounding in my chest with fear, and my whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, my chest heaving violently. Just then, the voice came again: "Little beauty, don't be stubborn. I'm going to take you down today. You'd better behave and not move or make a sound, or I'll feel sorry for you if you get a scar or two on your pretty face."

I was spoiled by my parents since I was a child, and I had never experienced such a tense moment before. My mind went blank, and I was afraid that he would really pull out the knife and hurt me. Normally eloquent, I was now so nervous I couldn't utter a single word. I tried to regulate my breathing and calm myself, stammering, "B-Big Brother, let's...let's talk...what...what do you want?"

The middle-aged man, probably seeing how frightened I was, chuckled and said, "Seeing as you're an educated college student, don't you know what I want to do? As long as you behave and don't move or scream, I absolutely won't hurt you. Besides, a beautiful woman like you, I'm too busy being nice to you, how could I bear to be rough with you? How about it?"

I knew there was still a long way to go before the car arrived at the station. For several hours, I knew I couldn't escape his grasp. Today, I was doomed. Not wanting to suffer any loss, the beautiful woman slowly nodded and said, "Then... put the knife away first."

Seeing that I had yielded to his request, the middle-aged man immediately put the knife back in his bag. Then he moved closer to my body again, one hand reaching towards my private parts. I was already frozen in fear, my hands still in the same position. He slowly took my hand that had been protecting my private parts and gently placed it on the outside of my thigh. Then he slipped his hand under my skirt and began his previous actions, slowly stroking from my inner thigh towards my vulva. I knew it was wrong for him to touch my body like this, but the thought of the knife that had just slid across my face made me feel as if I had been paralyzed, unable to move.

Seeing that I was compliant and didn't resist anymore, the middle-aged man started rubbing my labia with my panties and stockings again. As the rubbing continued, the fear and stiffness I had felt earlier slowly dissipated by this strange sensation. The initial excitement surged back, itchy, and my vagina became hot again, feeling wet inside.

At this moment, the humiliation of being forced by a stranger, the excitement of being touched by a pervert, and the thrill of being discovered constantly assaulted my fragile mental defenses. This strange feeling was unbearable. Although I was forced, I suddenly had a feeling that I didn't want the strange man to leave my body. I unconsciously straightened my legs, leaning back little by little into the middle-aged man's arms.

He seemed to sense the changes in my body and mind, and began to stroke my panties and stockings between my legs with his fingers. An even stronger itching sensation washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Then, the middle-aged man's heavy breathing reached my ears again: "You little slut, you don't want the whole busload of people watching your performance, do you?" Only then did I regain my senses, tightly covering my mouth with my hand, trying to suppress a sound, while simultaneously feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from beneath my skirt.

Just as my fear was gradually subsiding and my body was slowly going limp, my vagina enjoying the stimulating and exciting sensation, a familiar phone ring came from the bag above my head. I knew it was my boyfriend's phone. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. I wondered how he would feel if he knew his girlfriend was being played with by a stranger on a long bus ride. I turned to the middle-aged man and whispered, "My boyfriend's phone!"

At the same time, I put my left index finger to my lips, making a gesture to silence him. He smiled wickedly and nodded at me, removing his finger from my vagina. I gave him a grateful look and then took the phone out of my bag.

"Honey, are you on the bus?" my boyfriend's concerned voice came through the phone.

"Um, I'm... I'm on the train, the noon train." I answered my boyfriend's call, glancing at the middle-aged man staring at me, and felt a little nervous.

My nervous expression probably aroused the middle-aged man's interest again. He suddenly reached under the blanket with both hands and lifted my short skirt, starting to pull down my black stockings and underwear. I was on the phone with my boyfriend and was afraid the middle-aged man would cause trouble, so I didn't dare to offend him. I could only keep dodging his advances and slowly shrink into the corner of the carriage.

Little did her boyfriend know that his phone call had become an accomplice to a stranger assaulting his girlfriend. He continued, "Then you should be here by 5 p.m., right? I'll pick you up at the station then!"

"Oh, okay, but the driver said the highway is closed for roadworks, so we'll have to take a detour. It might be two hours later than usual. I'll call you then." At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and put his arm around my slender waist, pulling me into his arms. He then gently lifted my body and pulled my stockings and underwear down to my knees. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and my speech became noticeably faster than before.

My boyfriend, of course, had no idea what was going on with me and was still rambling on and on: "They always do roadwork on weekends. I really don't know what those highway workers do all the time. Remember to buy something to eat when you park."

At this moment, the middle-aged man slowly moved his hand from my waist to my left shoulder, and then slipped it under the neckline of my dress, pushed open my bra, and roughly kneaded my right breast with his large hand. At the same time, his other hand reached under my skirt and pressed against my vulva.

I gasped softly, "Ah!" and placed a hand on the middle-aged man's hand that was violating my private parts. My boyfriend's concerned voice immediately came from the other end of the line: "What's wrong, honey? What happened?"

I quickly explained, "Nothing, nothing. A big truck just drove past me and gave me a fright." At the same time, I pouted and glared at the middle-aged man. He gave me an admiring look, and then inserted his fingers into my vagina. I clamped my legs tightly around his hand, but immediately a wave of intoxicating itching sensation spread from my vagina. At that moment, I had no mind to talk to my boyfriend on the phone.

"I'm not talking to you anymore, my phone's almost dead, don't call me again, I'll call you when I'm almost there." Without waiting for my boyfriend's reply, I quickly hung up the phone. At that moment, the middle-aged man held my full breasts in one hand, one finger gently caressing my already hardened nipple, while the fingers of his other hand kept teasing my clitoris. Just as I hung up the phone, I felt as if two streams of heat flowed from my nipples and my vagina throughout my body, and soon my vagina was overflowing with fluid.

Seeing that I hurriedly hung up on my boyfriend, the middle-aged man seemed quite satisfied with my reaction. He started kissing my earlobe, whispering in my ear, "You little slut, you're so wet down there, does it feel good? I really have to thank your boyfriend for the call, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy to disarm you. Being touched while talking to your boyfriend, isn't that exciting!"

I playfully retorted, "You're so mean, why are you so naughty?" The middle-aged man saw me... I tacitly approved of his actions, and he went further, saying, "You're so slim, but I never imagined your breasts were so big. Being your boyfriend must be so wonderful."

At this moment, my body and mind were almost on the verge of collapse under the teasing of the middle-aged man's hands and lewd words. My already pitiful self-esteem was shattered without a trace, and my guilt towards my boyfriend and the shame of being played with were fading away under the impact of the intense physical pleasure.

I slowly rested my head on the middle-aged man's shoulder, leaning my body against his strong chest, my buttocks raised, and my legs slightly apart, welcoming his fingers as they teased my clitoris. Gradually, my whole body grew hotter and hotter, and my body twisted uncontrollably. Seeing that I had completely let go, the middle-aged man began to kiss my neck, while his hands kneading my breasts increased the pressure, and his fingers inside my vagina went straight to my clitoris, rhythmically teasing the most sensitive part of my body. At the same time, I was enduring the middle-aged man's teasing of three different parts of my body.

I admit that even my boyfriend had never given me such intense pleasure in so many sensitive areas. Under the middle-aged man's simultaneous three-pronged attack, my body became weaker and weaker. At the same time, three different pleasures crashed over my body like waves. After about ten minutes, I suddenly hugged the middle-aged man's neck tightly, my body twisting violently in his arms. At the same time, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan again. In an instant, my body reached the peak of pleasure, and I actually orgasmed... This was the first time I had been brought to orgasm by someone's hands, and it happened on a long bus ride, in the arms of a stranger.

The feeling of climax was slowly fading. Although the excitement in my body was still surging, reason was slowly overcoming desire. The moment I regained my senses, I couldn't help but blame myself. Was I a slutty woman? How could I have an orgasm on a long bus ride, after being teased by a stranger? My situation couldn't be hidden from the middle-aged man holding me. His voice whispered in my ear again, "Little beauty, you've come, haven't you? How does my technique compare to your boyfriend's?"

To be fair, the middle-aged man's technique was indeed very skillful. He made me feel very comfortable all over. Through his initial caresses of my body, he gradually mastered my sensitive spots. Later, whether it was kissing my earlobes and neck, rubbing my breasts, or teasing my clitoris, he could find the most sensitive spot for me in every way. The difference between my boyfriend and him in this respect was like heaven and earth. Although I didn't answer his lewd question, I knew that as long as he looked at my conflicted eyes, filled with both desire and resistance, the answer was self-evident.

Just as I was wondering what the middle-aged man would do to me next, the car's loudspeaker announced: "Passengers, due to highway closure for construction ahead, the bus will be taking a detour and will stop at a rest area before exiting the highway. Passengers who need to rest, please get off the bus. The stop will last for 15 minutes. Please be prepared."

At this moment, the other passengers opened their curtains upon hearing the announcement. I quickly used the time it took for the announcement to repeat myself to put on my underwear and stockings that the middle-aged man had pulled up to my knees and tidy my disheveled long hair.

The middle-aged man stared intently at me as I straightened my clothes, then whispered, "You're so beautiful. Do you want to get off later?" Hearing him compliment my beauty, I felt a surge of excitement and nodded, my eyes filled with longing.

He continued, "You can get off if you want, but I need to ask you two things." I couldn't fathom his intentions. Suddenly, I realized he might want to talk to me while I rested… I decided to strike first and immediately said, "It's only ten minutes or so. We both need to use the restroom, and the gas station isn't very big, with so many people. You want…" He suddenly interrupted me, grinning mischievously, "What are you thinking? I just want you to buy some food and drinks. We still have several hours to go. Don't let my little beauty get hungry."

Hearing this, my face flushed instantly, and I cursed myself for being so talkative! The middle-aged man stared at me, who was blushing, and whispered in my ear, "The second thing is, after you get off the bus, could you take off your bra, stockings, and panties? It'll be more convenient for both of us when we come back, and I promise you'll be more comfortable." Hearing this, my face, which had just returned to normal, suddenly burned even hotter. I hesitated and said, "Ah? How can I? I still need to buy food. There are so many people in the rest area; if someone sees what I'm wearing…it's so…so embarrassing."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I be so stupid? Didn't I realize I wanted to take them off, but was only reluctant because of the crowd? Upon hearing this, he chuckled and whispered in my ear, "You little slut, I knew you'd take your clothes off. I'll teach you a trick. Take your purse downstairs, put what you took off in the purse, and then use the purse to cover your chest. Nobody will see anything."

At that moment, I was angry with myself for becoming so lewd. Hearing his suggestion, a thought suddenly popped into my head: if I didn't sit on his bunk when I came back up, but instead found a seat in front, wouldn't I escape his clutches and never be played with by him again?

Although being played with by him felt very good and I even reached orgasm, my shame and self-esteem once again triumphed over my desires. I secretly decided that I wouldn't take off any clothes for a while. After I finished using the restroom and bought my things, I would find an empty seat at the front when everyone got on the bus. The middle-aged man would be in the last row, so he could fly over and eat me. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but show a smug look. Afraid of being discovered, I quickly regained my composure and feigned reluctance, pleading, "Is this okay? Why are you so annoying? Wasn't playing with me enough just now? Do you want me to strip naked again?"

Seeing that I didn't refuse, the middle-aged man whispered, "This is just the beginning. Just obediently listen to me and remove the obstructions inside, and in a moment you'll know what a real climax is." I had already devised a plan to escape his control and knew there was no need to defy him anymore, so I nodded reluctantly and said dismissively, "Okay then."

At this moment, the car slowly slowed down, and after a bend, pulled into a gas station next to the highway.

Seeing that I had agreed to his request, the middle-aged man turned and pulled back the curtain of the partition. He then stood up, took my hand, and led me to the narrow aisle to wait in line to get off the bus. Just as we got off and I was about to go to the women's restroom, he suddenly reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone, waved it at me, and then smiled and loudly said, "Honey, go buy me something nice to eat. I'm a little hungry. We still have more than four hours to go. I'll wait for you on the bus!"

I was still angry about how he addressed me in public when I suddenly saw the phone he was holding up, and immediately felt... A chill ran down my spine. Wasn't that the phone I used to answer my boyfriend's call? How did it end up in his hands? It all became clear. He had stolen the phone from my berth while I was excited. It contained the numbers of my boyfriend, family, and colleagues. If I had refused him earlier, he would have shown it to me in the car, and I would have been hesitant and given in to his demands. But he only took it out now, clearly having seen through my plan, forcing me to return to my seat.

"Okay, honey, I know. Be a good girl and wait for me in the car." Now that I understood his scheme, I was forced to play the wife, feeling helpless and at a loss.

Helplessly, I walked into the women's restroom, wondering what the middle-aged man would do with my phone if I didn't satisfy his demands. With that thought, I reluctantly took off my black dress, put my bra, stockings, and panties into my handbag, wiped away the remaining fluids around my vulva, put my dress back on, and left the restroom.

My dress was a fitted, figure-hugging type. Although I wasn't wearing a bra, the dress was still stretched taut by my firm breasts, making my nipples particularly noticeable against the streamlined silhouette. I used my handbag to cover my chest and hastily bought some bread, sausages, and drinks at the supermarket. When I put my handbag down at the counter to pay, I clearly felt the cashier's eyes fixed on my chest. So, without even counting the money, I hurriedly fled the supermarket.

When I returned to the bus, most of the passengers hadn't come back yet. The middle-aged man was fiddling with my phone. Seeing that I had obediently returned to the last row, he smiled contentedly and said, "Wife's back, I'm starving."

I had no idea what he had done with my phone, and my heart was pounding. I was afraid he would call my boyfriend, so I quickly handed him the food I had just bought. In front of the other passengers, I forced a smile and said, "I bought you bread and sausages, do you like them?" He took the plastic bag containing the food and drinks, and casually groped my chest. After confirming that I wasn't wearing a bra, he stared at the two dots peeking out from under my dress and said with a double entendre, "I love them, I love them, wife, you're so good to me!" I glared at him and ignored him.

Soon, the passengers returned to the bus one after another, and the carriage immediately became lively. I lay back down in my window seat, stretched out my right hand to the middle-aged man, pouted, and whispered, "I've done everything you asked me to do, can you give me back my phone now?" The middle-aged man readily placed the phone in my hand, as if reading my mind, and said, "Don't worry, I haven't used your phone to do anything bad."

Hearing him say that, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, but I was still uneasy. I quickly turned on the phone and checked the calls and messages. Sure enough, just as he said, there had been no outgoing or incoming calls during this time, and the message history was clear. I put the phone back in my bag, still feeling uneasy. How could such a cunning middle-aged man let my phone go? The middle-aged man seemed to read my mind, saying, "I originally wanted to get your phone number, but I know my place. How could a beautiful woman like you possibly be interested in an old and ugly man like me? You're just a sight to behold on this long bus ride."

Hearing him portray himself so pitifully, and remembering the way he had teased my genitals earlier that had me so captivated, I retorted sarcastically, "You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be. You're so experienced with women, you understand their bodies far better than my boyfriend, and you're quite cunning, knowing how to use coercion and seduction. Every one of your..." His demands were all things I couldn't refuse.

I keep thinking now, if I'd known you'd put me in this state, I would have refused you from the start. "After saying that, I stared directly into his eyes.

The middle-aged man knew I was deliberately mocking him, but he didn't argue. He deliberately stared intently at my chest, his expression making me feel as if I were lying naked in front of him. I couldn't stand his aggressive gaze. My face flushed, and I muttered 'Disgusting,' turning towards the car window. I thought to myself, once again, I'd given in first. A feeling of powerlessness to resist him slowly rose from the bottom of my heart."

At that moment, the car started moving, and I saw the carriage gradually quiet down again. Everyone started to draw the curtains, and I also drew my curtains. Then I secretly glanced at the middle-aged man. When he saw me get up to draw the curtains, he turned around and drew the curtains of the partition again. Then he covered me with the blanket again, and this time he also took off my high heels... I lay on the seat, listening to my heartbeat gradually accelerating, trying to control my nervous and excited emotions, waiting for the middle-aged man to violate me.

My shame intensified. The thought of taking off my bra and panties next to a stranger on a long bus ride, even though I was forced, didn't actually feel any resistance. In fact, I felt a strong sense of excitement, and even hoped the middle-aged man would come over and do something to me. How could I be so lewd? How could I do this to my boyfriend who cherished me so much? Are all women's bodies so easily tempted?

About ten minutes later, as I was lost in thought and filled with self-reproach, a voice rang in my ear again, "Wife, look, everyone's asleep. Aren't you sleepy?" I listened to the snoring sounds in the carriage for a while and shook my head slightly. "My little beauty, what's wrong? Can't you sleep because of something on your mind? Are you thinking about how much your husband loves you?"

The middle-aged man whispered lewd words in my ear, occasionally kissing it and blowing air into it, making my ear tickle. His words had hit the nail on the head; my heart pounded faster, my chest heaving. Before the man even made a move, my body reacted. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder from behind my head, and his other arm around my waist. With a slight pull, he pulled me into his arms. My head rested on his thick forearm, feeling his strong chest muscles and powerful arms. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my body began to feel weak.

I slowly closed my eyes, gradually losing myself in his masculine aura. Seeing that I had closed my eyes, the middle-aged man knew I had acquiesced to his actions. Suddenly, his arms crossed over my chest, and without the obstruction of my bra, his hands grasped my two full breasts.

I gave a soft "hmm," and my hands unconsciously pressed against the middle-aged man's hands. At this moment, the middle-aged man began to knead my breasts incessantly, his pressure perfectly controlled, placing me between pain and pleasure. My body slowly grew hot, and my vagina gradually became wet. Then the middle-aged man's voice came again: "Wife, does it feel good? A woman's breasts are the most sensitive part besides her vagina. I'll make you love this feeling in a moment." Hearing his voice, I slowly relaxed my body, and the hands that had been tightly gripping the middle-aged man slowly fell down.

Seeing that I had let go of his hands, the middle-aged man simultaneously kneaded my breasts from bottom to top with both palms, while his fingers kept circling around my areolas near my nipples. My boyfriend had never played with my breasts so carefully before; he would always just caress them briefly before rushing into my body.

With this comparison in my mind, the pleasure from my nipples became even more intense, and the numb and itchy sensation in my breasts kept wandering through my body.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's fingers began to rapidly tease my already hardened nipples. Waves of pleasure washed over me like tidal waves. I rubbed my back against his chest, letting out low moans. Seeing that the time was right, the middle-aged man removed his right hand from my breast and slipped it under my skirt, beginning to caress my vulva. At the same time, he lowered his head and used his tongue to suckle my nipples to fill the void left by his right hand.

Waves of cool, tingling, and itchy pleasure seeped through my skirt from my nipples, and I felt a surge of excitement, experiencing the simultaneous stimulation gushing from both my upper and lower body.

Then the middle-aged man's voice came again: "Wife, you're so wet down there, you're about to cum again, aren't you? Your breasts feel so good from what I've done to them! Can I kiss you?" By this time, I was so weak from his touch that my whole body felt sore, as if I were lying in a cloud of light. How could

I possibly refuse him? I nodded shyly. Seeing me nod, the middle-aged man started kissing my neck, slowly moving over my ears, eyes, cheeks, and finally my lips. A strange taste came from his mouth, and I couldn't help but feel a little resistant. But after enduring it for a while, the pleasure of his caresses stimulated my nerves, and I finally slowly tilted my head back, accepting the middle-aged man's lips. He frantically sucked on my lips, then suddenly thrust his tongue into my mouth, teasing my tongue.

The desires hidden within me seemed to be being slowly drawn out by his tongue. My juices flowed continuously down my thighs, and my body writhed under the onslaught of the middle-aged man's tongue and hands. I responded to his French kiss with a frenzied tongue. The middle-aged man seemed excited by our passionate kiss in the carriage. He removed his hand from my vagina, touched my right hand, and placed my palm on his already erect penis. I timidly stroked this stranger's hard penis, feeling a surge of excitement, unsure of what to do.

At this moment, the middle-aged man pulled away from my lips and whispered in my ear, "Wife, your lips are so sexy, your little tongue is so smooth and soft, can you kiss my little brother?" I didn't expect the middle-aged man to ask me to perform oral sex on him on the long bus ride. I looked embarrassed and said, "Here? No... isn't that inappropriate? Other people will see. Besides, I... I don't know how."

"It's okay, I'll block the way from the outside. You can kiss me under the blanket, no one will see. If you don't know how, I can teach you. Besides, you can compare mine with your boyfriend's! I've made you feel good, you won't just stand by and watch me hold back, will you?" The middle-aged man said to me in a conciliatory tone.

His words aroused my already high desire. I looked around. The carriage was dimly lit, and I could hear occasional snoring. So, I secretly made up my mind and shyly nodded slightly to him.

He sat up straight, his back pressed firmly against the backrest, then leaned slightly forward, using his burly frame to block the aisle. He then had me curl up between his legs, and he covered my head with a blanket. At this moment, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, dark penis. His penis was much thicker and slightly longer than my boyfriend's, and the glans was not fully erect yet. What intrigued me was that his glans didn't have the long foreskin that my boyfriend had.

In the darkness, I slowly approached his penis. At that moment, I smelled a mixture of urine and sweat. I reached out my right hand and gently grasped his penis. Holding my breath, I closed my eyes and slowly kissed his glans. The instant my lips touched his glans, his penis seemed to suddenly become aroused. His glans became erect, and his penis became longer and thicker than before.

At the same time, his hands were kneading my breasts through my skirt. I opened my mouth and took the middle-aged man's glans in, just like I would my boyfriend's penis. His glans was much bigger than my boyfriend's, and it filled my mouth completely before it went in very far. I had never given oral sex to anyone other than my boyfriend. Even with my boyfriend, it was only to make his penis thicker and longer so that it could be inserted into my vagina. At this moment, I clumsily took the middle-aged man's penis in and out of my mouth, and after a long time, the middle-aged man's penis slowly... My penis softened, and then the middle-aged man's helpless voice rang in my ear again: "Good sister, you've worked hard, but is this how you give your boyfriend oral sex? Didn't he teach you how to make a man feel good?"

Hearing his words, I took his penis out of my mouth, looked at him with a wronged expression, and said, "I told you I don't know how, but you insisted that I do it. I even had it in my mouth, so I'm not doing it anymore." Seeing that I seemed really angry, the middle-aged man gave me a helpless, bitter smile and said, "I'm sorry, wife, don't be angry." "I know this depends on your mood. How about you try doing it my way?" I saw his tone soften, looking pitiful and pleading with me, so I said to him, "If you still can't do it right, don't blame me."

The middle-aged man chuckled when he saw that I agreed to give him oral sex again and said, "Okay, first, hold the base of my penis with both hands and stroke it a couple of times." I did as he said, first holding his already softening penis with both hands and slowly stroking it up and down. Before long, his penis regained its vigor, and the glans became erect again. His penis stood erect, and seeing it grow thicker and harder in my hands, I couldn't help but feel excited. Then the middle-aged man said, "Put it in your mouth and lick the area where the glans meets the shaft with your tongue. That's the most sensitive spot for a man."

I did as he said, taking his penis into my mouth again and licking the edge of the glans. Soon, I could clearly feel his penis getting hotter and hotter. Holding his increasingly thick and hard penis, I felt a sense of accomplishment. "That feels so good, wife, you're licking me so well. Don't stop, slowly increase the speed and lick other parts of my penis."

He praised me for making me feel good, so I did as he said and sucked his penis even harder. Sometimes I licked the veins on his penis, sometimes his testicles, and sometimes his erect glans. At the same time, I kept stroking his penis with both hands, gradually increasing the speed. While I was giving him oral sex, I kept thinking that his penis was much thicker than my boyfriend's, and his glans was also much bigger. I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside my vagina. If my boyfriend hadn't come to pick me up at the station, I would have really wanted to experience what it felt like to be penetrated by a middle-aged man's penis.

I gave the middle-aged man oral sex for about half an hour. Suddenly, he said to me, "Wife, use your hands harder and go faster, I'm going to cum." When I heard him say that, I put his penis in my mouth and sucked on it, while increasing the speed and force of my stroking. Suddenly, the penis in my hands became very hot, and the glans in my mouth trembled. I knew he was about to ejaculate. What should I do? Should I let him ejaculate in my mouth? Otherwise, if it gets on my dress, I won't be able to explain it to my boyfriend.

Thinking of this, I opened my mouth and took his penis in. I felt a warm liquid shoot deep into my throat. Soon my mouth was full of the middle-aged man's semen. The semen tasted strange, faintly fishy. The only thing I liked was how slippery it was. This was the first time someone had ejaculated into my mouth. My previous boyfriends had always ejaculated directly into my vagina or into a condom. The first taste of semen made me feel nauseous and want to vomit, but afraid of soiling my skirt, I had to suppress the urge to vomit and slowly swallow the semen that kept shooting into my mouth.

The middle-aged man ejaculated in my mouth for almost half a minute. I was afraid that the semen on his penis would get on my skirt, so after I felt the penis in my hand slowly soften, I used my mouth to lick the semen off his glans. Then I took out a wet wipe from my bag and wrapped it around his penis, while wiping the semen off my mouth.

The middle-aged man seemed quite satisfied with me after I swallowed all his semen and carefully cleaned his penis. He pulled me tightly into his arms, and I obediently rested my face on his shoulder. He whispered in my ear, "You learn so quickly! I had so much fun. Your boyfriend is going to be so lucky. I wonder how he'll thank me."

I glared at him and replied, "If he knew I gave a stranger oral sex on the bus, he'd be furious. Thank you? He'd be ready to fight you." "Isn't that good enough?" The middle-aged man teased me, "I didn't force his girlfriend to give me oral sex, why is he fighting me?" Seeing that he was being hypocritical after getting the benefit, I reached out and punched his firm chest, saying coquettishly, "You're so annoying, I'm so good to you, and you still make fun of me!"

For the next while, he temporarily stopped teasing my body. Perhaps ejaculating had exhausted his energy, because he fell asleep soon after. Recalling the scene of giving him oral sex just now, I also slowly fell asleep in his arms. When we woke up, the sun had already set, and the carriage was getting darker and darker. Gradually, I could no longer see the middle-aged man's expression clearly. When he saw that I was awake, his hands began to tease my body again. Perhaps because he knew that the bus was about to arrive at the station, he inserted his fingers directly into my vagina, teasing my clitoris and using skillful techniques to move them up and down inside my vagina. Before long, my body reached orgasm again.

Even the longest journey eventually comes to an end. Soon, the car horn sounded its familiar horn again, signaling that we were almost at the final stop. Just as I was hesitating whether to call my boyfriend to pick me up, his phone rang again. I answered the phone with a touch of melancholy and told him that the car was almost there. He told me that he was already waiting for me at the station. Suddenly, a feeling of disappointment and guilt washed over me at the same time.

I hung up the phone, dried myself off, and took out my bra, panties, and stockings from my bag. With the middle-aged man's help, I put on the bra. Just as I finished putting on my panties and was about to put on my stockings, the middle-aged man suddenly hugged me and kissed my lips. I responded passionately, and he whispered in my ear, "This is the first time I've met such a beautiful and bold girl on a bus." "Can I keep the stockings as a souvenir?" I thought that even if I didn't wear stockings, my boyfriend wouldn't suspect anything in my dress, so I held the stockings in my hand and said to her, "Then be good when you get off the bus, don't let my boyfriend find out about our relationship."

The middle-aged man nodded at me and slowly pulled the stockings from my hand. I turned around, took out a mirror, and tidied my messy long hair.

After a while, the bus slowly pulled into the station, and the passengers got up with their luggage and walked towards the door. Sitting at the back, the middle-aged man and I walked at the very back. I walked slowly towards the door with some reluctance. Just as we reached the middle of the car, the middle-aged man seemed to remember something and gently placed his hand on my waist, saying, "What's your name? Can you tell me?"

I let him caress me one last time, thinking, "Here we go again with this threatening trick." I said nothing and quickly walked towards the car door. The moment I stepped out, the middle-aged man's hand indeed withdrew from my waist.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, my boyfriend's familiar voice came from the side, "Liu Miao, I'm here." My heart sank again. I heard the middle-aged man's chuckle behind me. Following my boyfriend's voice, I saw him. At the same time, I knew that my contest with the middle-aged man had ended in defeat once again. At that moment, I probably would never have imagined that it was this name my boyfriend called out that would plunge me into an abyss of desire from which there was no return.

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