Paige Ep. 021: SHORT BUS

Lonnie sitting alone with only three other men, not of Clint's college buddies, chuckled amongst themselves at those lucky bastards. Lon nodded, "Some guys have all the luck."

From there he checked his cell GPS to see how much longer they had. Thirty minutes yet. How much further could this go? Wouldn't the driver get suspicious of so many guys hogging the aisleway? Obviously Chicago traffic kept his eyes on the road. Smart man.

Ravaged further in the aisleway Paige endured more of Clint's buddies, some just now enjoying her milky white flesh. As they did Clint pulled her head back by her red hair and kissed her. She loved kissing. She felt like Mary Jane Watson kissing Spiderman upside down. Her balance unsteady, she felt someone grab her left hand. Pulling her hand down he wraps her fingers around his cock. One of Clint's associates had gotten bold. She strokes him off as he makes others aware of his perversions. Every damned one of these fuckers wanted to be him.

As Clint ended their kiss she sighs, "I'm giving a hand job." He was taken by surprise until he looked to his left.

"Holy shit Carver." He chuckled.

"I have another hand." She flirts waving at them playfully. Zippers flew down, dicks flopped out. Awestruck she moves from one dick to the next giving each a thirty second jerk fest. Guys seated, leered around the backs of her barrier boys. Wanting to see her better they began pointing. Word was getting out amongst the bus. As she moves from side to side she notes the area of the bus that she hadn't given as much attention to yearning for their own notice. After stroking twelve dicks in Clint's party she once again looks up at Clint.

"Share me." Crept in that kiddy like voice which made dicks harder than anyone believed possible. Purple crowns show her how badly they wanted her. If she gave in here and now, she was certain half the bus would fuck her.

Easing past ejaculating studs she straddles a man in his fifties. Arms around his neck she gyrates over his tented jeans. Giddy eye contact met between them she whispers, "They all wanna fuck me."

His response a huffed, "I can understand that."

"Do you wanna fuck me?" She offers a pouty expression.

"Oh sweet Hayzeus YES!"

"I thought so. Did I tell you I'm on Tender?" She winks with a childlike nod.

"No. I'll be sure to look you up."

"Yay! I'm going to go say hi to the guy next to you now."

A peck to the man's cheek she extends her hands toward his lusty neighbor, as if a child wanting her Mother. He embraces her yearning reach, and drags her into his lap. Once straddled she hops in his lap five times hard.

"Rocky horse. Rocky horse." She rambles as he watches her tits dance about. After another repeated kiss to this mans cheek she departs. Two other laps merely sat on she observes Clint's bro's jerking off. At this point Paige was hardly hidden. Touching her clit she lays back on her horsey and sighs. "Can I see your dicks too?" She begs from her lap dance toward her seated leftovers. Two of four complied. The guy she sat on lifts her enough to unzip and pull his willy out. She sits back down as his erection pops up between her thighs. She looks down with amazement and strokes him as if she were a guy. Everyone chuckled under their breath. Too cute.

"I better go toward the back. Those guys haven't touched me yet." She softly exhales, then kisses her ride goodbye.

Like the Pied Piper she leads her herd of rats toward her Father. He and the few stragglers in back bulge their eyes at her boldness. She skipped carefully and hopped into Lonnie's lap. Acting shocked he notices Clint's group still jerking off, only very close to their vicinity.

"Hi." She melts Lonnie with her charm. The other men huffing at his newfound luck.

"Hey there Beautiful. That was some show." Lonnie greets her with a rub over her back.

"They all want to fuck me." She repeats to turn him on. She knew her Father had a raging hard on beneath her ass cheeks. "Do you wanna fuck me?" She teases his neck with a pinky.

"Ummmm! I don't believe I could say no to you." Lon plays along.

"Do you guys wanna fuck me?" She stretches a bit to share eye contact with those still seated. Lonnie swallows at their hunger. Her childlike voice exciting every damned one of them into at least rubbing their erections while still concealed. She curls up in Lonnie's lap and lays her head in the quick of his neck. Smiling as she counts visible cocks. "16 dicks want me."

"I'm sure more than that." Lonnie shudders at the thought, eying his seated passengers staring at her tits. Groaning was becoming noticeable. Guys were reaching their peaks. It was only a matter of time now. As the army of testosterone waged war on their frontline she waited until the beasts were dying inside. Sitting up she arches her back to grin like the devil.

"I'm going to get on my knees and let them all cum on me." She flutters her fingers, "You can join them if you want." She escapes Lonnie's grasp. Eyes bulged wide as she drops to the rubber runway, looking up at them in her amber rimmed glasses.

Unable to contain their voices guys leaped in front of her four at a time jerking off until exploding over her face and shoulders with scalding white lava. Her glasses spotted by droplets, she wipes them with her finger, licking cum off of her like sucking a straw. Four more jettison on her neck and chest.

Seeing this unfold without interference Lonnie snarls "FUCK IT." Rising to the occasion he unzips his pants and drags out his own beast. Joining the jerk fest as he watches five more coat her, Lon suddenly didn't care. His daughter was a slut. His slut. Not to be outdone he waits until the last of Clint's boys painted her. Clint himself ready to finalize his commitment motions her to turn around. In compliance she pivots in her awkward stance, looking back at him. He wanted to decorate her succulent heart shaped ass.

Realizing her Dad was jacking off too, she grinned from ear to ear. Darting her gaze between Clint and Lonnie she wondered which would finish first. Dueling like a Western gunfight they jerked as the remainder of the crowd cloaked them. She marveled at the strain in their expressions.

"Feed me." She yelps.

Without warning Clint rains hard over her ass cheeks, droplets peppering up her spinal column. Kneeling, he strokes feverishly and shoots one last magnificent load up close to her butt pucker, pooling it up for all to see. She shivered with delight.

Lonnie growls nearing his own detonation, reaching down grabbing her by her hair. Dragging her face abruptly under his beast, she stares up at him with her mouth wide. Eying her tongue wagging he smirks with mischief. Expressing an I'll brag about this later move he looks toward the groupies.

"This is how it's done."

Ramming his dick down Paige's throat he grabs her skull with both hands and face fucks her hard. Her gurgling noises the loudest audible since this whole show began. Face beet red under her Daddy's assault she nearly vomits at his persistence. Breathless she finds a flood of cum engulfing her mouth. Frothing all around her probing lips before Lonnie pulls his penis from her pucker. Slapping his wet beast over her face he nods.

"Who's your Daddy?" He chuckles.

Showing off her mouth full to Clint she swallows every drop. Why hadn't they done this to her they all thought, feeling left out. Zipping up Lonnie peers out the buses windows. He had lost track of time.

"SHIT! This is my stop." Grabbing Paige by her shoulders he pulls her to her feet, ignoring her stickiness as their bukkake dried upon her. "Where's her clothing?" Shoes found, shirt slipped over her head. Skirt? "What happened to her skirt?"

A mass search finds it under a seat. She got lucky this time. Pulled up she finds herself fully dressed and giddy. As the bus door opens Lonnie grabs his bag and barges past her lovers. Waving goodbye to everyone in passing, Paige blew kisses.

"I'M ON TENDER." She rebelliously calls out. Moving past the final set of seats she stops before her departure. Turning to the elderly bus driver she stares at him until he looks her over. While absorbing her messy appearance she smiles at him warmly. Without any warning she leans in close and kisses him on the cheek. He could smell cum. The man was old, not stupid.

"Bye!" She softly pouts, then scurries down the steps to the curb. Lonnie had moved on ahead of her giving her space. As the driver shut the door she waved at her window greeters. All of them wore stunned expressions, concluding that she and Lonnie were together.

Turning her back to them, she skips away, lifting her skirt up for a final farewell to her sexy ass. She had eyes on her the second she hopped past people. Guys just had to admire a fine young thing. Paige Turner new one thing, she needed another shower.

"Daddy wait for me." She races to catch up as he heads down the block. Medieval Times was still two more blocks away. Catching up to him she yanks the back of his shirt. "Are you mad at me Daddy? Did I go too far?"

"You fucking tell me?" He drags her along hoping she didn't rip his shirt.

Racing in front of him she throws her entire body weight of 110 pounds in stopping him. She nearly fell over her feet backwards in doing so. Teary eyed she manages to halt his advance. "Daddy! I'm so sorry. I just wanted to make them all want me."

"All? The entire fucking bus?"

"Yes." She pouts heavily.

"Well you succeeded." He chuckles dropping his bag to yank her into a hug. Unsure what was happening she went with it. Holding him tightly she expelled a series of whimpers. As he strokes her hair he discovers dampness even there. "You're a fucking mess. Do you plan on meeting this Todd guy looking like this?" He lifts her chin lovingly.

"I can wash up in the bathroom. I brought wet wipes remember?"

"No. You know what? I think you should just spray on some perfume and go in wearing dried cum on you. Brush out your hair."

"Noooo! I want Todd to desire me. He might not if I look like I've..."

"Been unloaded on by 20 guys on a bus?"

She giggles, "Yessss! That was so much fun. You're not really mad at me are you?" She clings to him.

"A little. Pretty fucking hot though." He rolls his eyes shaking his head with a negative scowl.

"Daddy?" She winces up at him.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really horny."

"Good. You can torture yourself while we're eating."

"Really?"

"I jest." He laughs. "Should have wore my Jester outfit."

"My medieval gown is nearly see through." She teases.

"So tease the Knights."

"You know I will." She giggles.

"Come to think of it you didn't really get off on the bus, did you?"

She snorts, "Nooo. Can I get off here at Medieval Times?"

"After you Princess." He releases her to bow with a sway of his gentlemanly hand.

"Thank you Sir Daddy."

Paige cleaned up her face at the very least. After all a fair damsel needed to look her best.

She certainly did look a Royal mess.