Bus stop dream

I am helpless and waiting
On a cold April evening
The number 9 bus a figment
When you offer me a lift on the head of your cock
Will you be mine? Will I be yours? Will I wake?

I know when I see you
See it in your eyes fixed
Determined
Hungry
Victory already written in my tight aching nipples
Aching in the darkness my hand slips to my pussy

You show me my fate as you let it rear freely
Purple and angry and fattened with lust
How I beg
In the quiet
Please, I just missed the bus sir
Oh let me go home sir
But there’s no escape now for my wet pretty cunt
My fingers find my clit

I don't know who you are
As you rip my blouse open
And I sink to my knees full of trembling and fear
Yet you are my master
Your fat swollen member
I know you, I want this, I submit to your terms
My pussy contracts, hungry and ready

Your rough fingers taste me
Demanding, oh, master
You probe me apart as the innocent lamb
Your thick, hungry groping is
Parting me
Spreading me
Plundering my pussy and rolling my clit
I moan aloud

Your hands round my head
And my mouth is forced open
Your cock hard and ready and dripping precum
Rigid and velvet
In like an ice cream
My throat opens deep and I take you right down
I shudder and my juices flow wet upon my legs

Oh stroke me, oh fuck me
Oh push your cock deeply
Oh fill me and use me and make me your slut
Yes, suck me bitch
Tonguing
Caressing and sucking
Impatient lust wrap yourself deep round my shaft
My mouth round it I gag and thrust

I beg you to fuck me
My master
My lord
I am supplicant
Pleading
Oh slut me, please, slut me
Your cock is my God and my pussy your toy

I gobble as starving
Your fat oozing hardness
I pleasure your cock through the hours of the night
Your crude, filthy
Slut-laden
Bitch language wraps me
As panting
I feast on your thick hardened dick
And deep in my dream I lick your lovely slit

Oh yes use my face, master
I am nothing, your servant
Oh suck my fat dick, cumslut, and show me your cunt
I spread myself, willing
I open my pussy
Demanding
And begging
And god your deep thrusts

And you cum in me, moaning
You spurt deep inside me
And you fuck me and use me
And fuck me again
Oh dreams are for wasters
Night is for lovers
I will wait at the bus stop for the number 9 bus

But I wake to the taste
Of new ejaculation
The conference table with its sprinkling of dust
And my boss deep inside me
Hard fucking my pussy
As the rest stand around waiting turn as they must