The Lust Bus

What had that man said to her in order to convince her to perform for him? That it was just good customer service. That if she showed him how well the dildo worked, he'd be more apt to buy it.

How could I have fallen for such a stupid line? It was almost as if I'd been very open to suggestions, even ridiculous ones.

Maybe he had been some kind of sex wizard after all, like she had suspected at the time.

Nancy hailed a taxi to get to the mall faster, and Cassim was still furious when she got there. He asked her exactly what had happened the night before that had required that she clean the change room so thoroughly. He was able to point to the still-wet walls and carpet because the liquid cleanser that she'd used hadn't had time to dry overnight.

Then, he had shown her the security videos that she'd forgotten about, and she'd thought the jig was up. They obviously didn't have a camera in the change room, but there was a video showing Nancy pulling a man into the back room by his hand, while holding what appeared to be a dildo package, and then snatching, of all things, a tape measure from the hook by the door.

After that, there was nothing on the footage for about ten minutes until she emerged from the back room—followed closely by a man with a clear and obvious bulge in his pants—her clothing wrinkled and her hair messy, pulling something off the shelf of marital aides on her way by. To top it off, the video also showed a fleeting image of a woman who was unsupervised in the shop at the time. It was a woman who, she had realized just a few minutes earlier, looked an awful lot like the woman fidgeting on the bus seat and bouncing her leg up and down.

Cassim had been ready to fire Nancy on the spot, but didn't have the authority, so a representative from head office was called in immediately, even though it was a Sunday and his day off. But amazingly, when he got there, and just as they were about to sit down and watch the video, there had been a sudden power surge that had completely fried the security tapes, effectively destroying the footage. Even more fortuitous was the fact that the cleaning liquid on the change room walls and carpet had miraculously evaporated by the time he arrived.

And, so it was, that the representative from head office was unable, due to a complete lack of solid evidence, to do anything besides offer a weak reprimand to Nancy, something that she still considered to be unfair. Hell, even if the video had been watchable, it wouldn't have amounted to much, as it didn't show any illicit activity. There was just Cassim's claim that the store had smelled like "pussy" this morning, a claim that was long past being able to prove. In fact, the company rep seemed more upset at Cassim's use of a vernacular than he had been about the innuendo against Nancy.

"We don't talk like that in this organization," he chided Cassim. "We must respect women. Now, apologize to Nancy for using such a vulgar term in front of her."

Cassim had growled an apology, and business had gone back, pretty much, to normal. Nancy didn't really ever work directly with the man, so it was easier in that their paths rarely crossed anyhow.

The only real lasting effect from the day had been to her sexlife. As a lesbian, she'd never much been interested in the male anatomy before, but now... Well, now, she couldn't get enough of it.

Nancy had brought home her first strap-on that very night, and her girlfriend had used it to fuck her to her second squirting orgasm in as many hours. Since then, plastic dicks had become a regular part of their sex play, and they had added quite a few more to their collection, thanks in large part to Nancy's excellent company discount.

This was the reason that Nancy was 'wearing' a butt plug on the trip home that night, something Angela had suggested she do, to get her eager and ready for play the moment she got home they shared. This was the third time that she'd done it, and had learned the hard way to stand on a bus when you've got a large butt plug in your rectum. It was something that just hadn't occurred to her the first time two days ago, when she'd made the mistake of sitting down, and every bump that the bus had hit, every shudder, every movement had sent jolts of pleasure right from her ass to her pussy before eventually meandering their way up to her brain. She had been so turned on that day, that she had practically been mewling in heat, a few heads turning to see if she had been alright.

She had been horny that day, but not nearly as horny as she was right now. Not nearly.

No, today, right now, for some reason, she was a helluva lot more worked up than usual, maybe not even as far gone as she had been on the night of the incident. Leaning against the pole on the bus, her legs spread slightly for balance, Nancy's sphincter was repeatedly clenching the thick toy in her ass, milking it, and she could feel that her panties were suddenly very, very wet. Impossibly wet. Wet enough that she could feel a thin line of her own arousal running down the inside of her thigh even now.

How is that even possible?

It was that smell wasn't it? The one that demanded that you suck it in through your nose. The one that went straight to your brain, turned it to a horny mush and told your body to do things you'd never normally consider doing. Like masturbating for a stranger, or... well, she thought as her sphincter tensed up on the butt plug in her ass, the kind of things that, even though she was a lesbian, she was still suddenly fantasizing about doing in public with that handsome man in the suit who was much, much closer now than usual.

--

The young woman beside him moaned again. Lamar was sure of it as he felt her arm press up against his, and rub against it with every bump the bus hit. When he finally looked over at her, she was looking up at him, an expression of pleasure on her face: her mouth slightly open, her tongue scratching along suddenly dry lips, and her eyes lidded and fluttering.

Lamar was pretty sure that, from the way Katrina was holding her head with her slightly open mouth pointed in the direction of his own, that she was inviting him to kiss her. He began to lean forward, intending to take it slow, but after another inhalation of that sweet mysterious scent, he just couldn't help himself anymore.

Their lips met, and they were suddenly and urgently necking. Lamar reached around behind her back to pull her body closer to his, even as she snaked her own arms around his shoulders and did the same. As they pulled into each other, their school bags scattered, and their phones fell to the floor, all of it unnoticed by the lustful teenagers consumed now only by an intense need to be moving against each other.

The kissing was intense, the most intense kissing that Lamar had ever experienced. He and Katrina were both breathing heavily now, breaking apart only long enough to gasp and suck in more musk-infused air, something that only seemed to fuel their passions even more.

They were grunting like animals now, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Whenever he stuck his tongue out, she would suck it in between her lips and then move up and down on it like a... well, like she was sucking a cock. It appeared to be driving her just as wild as it was him, so he wasn't surprised when, with a feral grunt, she temporarily broke away from him so that she could stand up, squeeze by the pole, and straddle him on the bus seat.

Then, they were necking again, rubbing their crotches against each other, Lamar's hands holding her ass as he pulled her pussy against his very hard dick. With Katrina's short skirt draped around her, the only thing covering her pussy was panties, and he was pretty sure that he could feel how wet they were through his own thin shorts.

Katrina broke away from kissing Lamar, and began to kiss his neck, gently nibbling as she went. He wondered if anybody on the bus was paying attention to what they were doing. Sure, it was a little obvious that Katrina was on top of him now, but surely nobody would think that they were doing anything more than just kissing right?

As Lamar looked around, and with Katrina's head out of the way, he was watching as the Asian woman spread her legs and billowed her thick skirt. Almost immediately, all rational thought officially melted in place to run out of his head, down his body, and out through his dick. For the young black man, the rest of the world had suddenly disappeared and there was just the two of them, humping and rubbing up against each other.

Instinct now. Primal urges. Rapid breathing. Gasping. Mumbling in tongues. No thought, just action. The feel of her reaching in past the draw strings of his shorts to fish out his cock. The sound of her rasping in his ear. Talking. Begging.

"I need you inside me. I don't know why. I just do."

He didn't think. He just acted. As she pawed at his dick, he was pulling her panties aside. Then, somehow, he was enveloped in a warm wetness that he'd hadn't experienced since Dana.

He was deep all at once, fully inserted into Katrina's pussy, but she wasn't moving. In his limited experience, she was supposed to be moving, wasn't she?

Katrina looked down at him, even as he bucked his hips trying to get her started. "Oh God," she whispered. "That feels so good. You're so deep inside me now, Lamar. I want to fuck you now, but think of where we are." Katrina squeezed the muscles of her pussy around Lamar's cock, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the young man. How she was able to stay even partly lucid when all he wanted to do was drill her, was beyond him. "We're in public. On a bus. Maybe people can't see that you're actually inside of me. We have to take it slow, so that they don't know."

Lamar nodded his understanding, and gripped her hips to hold her in position as he mentally willed his fully embedded dick to go even deeper. As he did this, he looked around the bus, and realized that they didn't have to be discrete at all about engaging in public sex.

After all, nobody else was hiding it.

--

The man in the nice suit, the one who normally stood on the other side of the bus, was suddenly standing beside Nancy, and slightly behind. She had been so swept up in her horny thoughts, and the intense feelings of her ass clenching the butt plug, that she hadn't noticed him come up. Now, however, they were actually touching. Lightly at first, but then, with every bump and lurch of the bus, more and more heavily. Then, the contact was lingering longer than the movement of the bus would have required, and then they were even bumping up against each other when the bus wasn't actually making them do it.

And then, there was the position to consider. As their bodies rubbed against each other, the man had gotten progressively more daring. Where first, they had been rubbing their hips together, he had now moved completely behind Nancy, and was openly rubbing his crotch against her ass.

When exactly had that happened? wondered Nancy. And when had I started pushing back against him?

Fuck, it felt good. At this angle, she could feel his erect cock as it unknowingly bumped up against the base of her butt plug, driving it in even deeper. Their movements were getting more urgent now, more obvious. He had even gone so far as to place a hand on her hip to assist in the dry-humping. Nancy was aware that the bus driver kept glancing back at them in the large rear view mirror with a look on her face that was anything but admonishing. She could also see that, directly behind the driver, the pervert had moved his laptop aside, and was now openly masturbating. On top of that, Nancy was also pretty sure that the cute Korean girl was sitting on more than just the black boy's lap.

Then, Nancy caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, and watched as the Asian woman, a look of rapturous abandon on her face, spread her legs and fanned her thick black skirt. For the briefest of moments Nancy wondered why the woman had made such an obvious gesture, and then the scent was stronger than ever before, and Nancy actually blacked out for a moment.

The next thing that Nancy realized, when she was able to realize things again, there was a large naked cock between her legs from behind, pushing up against the thin panties covering her pussy. She should have been outraged! She should have turned around and pushed the bastard away but, instead, she found that she was already instinctively pushing back against him and groaning in pleasure at the twin assault of the head of the man's cock grinding against her clit, and his pubis putting sweet pressure on the plug in her ass.

She moaned much louder this time, grabbing the pole for leverage even as she bent forward even more. All concerns of hiding what they were doing had dissipated, and the man was leaning forward now while he ground his cock against her, so that he could grope awkwardly at her tits.

Out of the corner of her perception, Nancy was aware that the bus had stopped, and that the Asian woman was rushing out through the side door. When the bus started moving again, it didn't go far. When she looked up to see why, she observed that Delila had stopped the large vehicle in the middle of the street, and was now on her knees in front of the pervert that had been sitting behind her, eagerly felating him.

Through it all, the man behind Nancy pushed and prodded at her pussy with his dick, grunting his displeasure at not being able to find his way past the pink frilly panties covering it.

In a brief and odd moment of lucidity, Nancy realized that this reminded her of something. She'd once read an erotic story online about a woman having sex with a dog. That woman hadn't intended to engage in bestiality mind you, but the big dog, being deeply in heat, was overcome with lust when he saw his Master leaning over in front of him while she was changing and wearing nothing but panties.

The brute had knocked the woman all the way over to her hands and knees, and had begun to hump her frantically. The woman though, wasn't shocked. If anything, she had been equally inflamed, being under the spell of an experimental brainwashing program gone awry. The brainwashing had ramped up her libido, keeping her pussy constantly wet and ready—the scent that had attracted the mutt in the first place. So, rather than resist, the woman had reached back, pulled her panties aside in much the same way that Nancy was doing even now, so that the brute could sink his huge dog dick into her more than willing cunt, just like the handsome executive was doing to Nancy.

It was quite possible that the man behind Nancy had read the same story, because of the way that he was acting exactly like the dog. He had seemingly forgotten how to communicate and use his hands, otherwise he could have likely pushed Nancy's panties to the side himself instead of bumping his cock up against the sodden barrier uselessly. And, like the dog, now that his dick was finally inside Nancy's pussy, the man was hammering quickly in and out of her, forcing the breath out of her in short gasps of pleasure. As she wondered if perhaps the man's cock would even knot up like the canine's had in the story, Nancy had her first orgasm, clenching tightly on both the cock in her cunt and the butt plug in the ass.

Nancy would go on to have two more orgasms, her juices running out around the cock buried deep inside her and down her legs to pool on the floor of the bus. All artifices to hide what was happening had long since been abandoned, because all around her, every single person on that bus was engaged in some kind of sexual activity, either alone or with a partner.

Eventually, the man pushed Nancy all the way down on her hands and knees, grabbed her hips and jackhammered her to another orgasm, this one synched with his own. Nancy blacked out just as the man pulled out of her and exploded all over her ass, back, and even her head. The last thing she remembered seeing before she woke a few hours later to see a very concerned Angela looking at her, was drops of cum falling like rain all over the floor of the bus in front of her, and the man screaming out in ecstasy as he crumpled to the ground behind her.

--

From his point of view, sitting on the seat of the bus with Katrina perched on his cock squeezing the muscles of her cunt in an excruciatingly pleasurable manner, Lamar had the perfect vantage point from which to see the erotic pandemonium erupting all around them.

"Holy Fuck," he whispered.

"What?" Katrina asked, her tongue buried in his right ear.

"It's not just us," Lamar continued. "It's... um ... everyone. Everyone is ... is doing stuff. Sex stuff." There was no other word for it. In response, Katrina purred in his ear, and bore down on his cock. He pulled at her hips, trying to sink deeper.

"That guy who's always sitting behind the driver. He's ... he's got his hands down his pants."

"Doesn't he always?" panted Katrina.

Lamar didn't answer. He was looking at the woman with the grocery bag. "And that woman with the bag of groceries between her legs. She's ... she's humping it. Rubbing her pussy against it. She's pulling at it so hard that stuff is falling out."

"Sooooo hot." Katrina had started to bounce up and down on his cock, a little bit at first, but getting more and more pronounced now. Neither one of the teenagers was concerned about hiding what they were doing now, especially if nobody else on the bus cared.

Lamar continued to tell Katrina what was happening around the bus as they fucked. How the guy in the expensive suit was rubbing up against the cute redhead from behind. He told her that the Asian woman, the only one that hadn't appeared to have succumbed to lust, was leaving now. He told her when the bus stopped again almost immediately afterwards, and how the driver had gotten up out of her seat.

"Holy shit!" Lamar exclaimed. "The driver! She's sucking that man's dick!"

Katrina started grunting now, moving up and down faster and faster.

"And the other woman," Lamar moaned, the sensations on his dick almost too much for him to continue talking, but the dirty talk seemed to be turning Katrina on, and he'd been taught to always please a woman during sex. "The woman with the groceries. She's got a cucumber now, and she's... fuck ... fucking herself with it."

Katrina said something like "Grkkkkkkkk" as she rode his cock even more urgently.

The young black man then looked over at the cute girl from the porn store, and almost lost it right then. Through a raspy throat, Lamar croaked, "And the redhead... She's down on her hands and knees now ... and ... ungh ... the guy in the ... argh ... suit is fucking her from behind like a ... like a dog."

It all should have been too much for Lamar. With his limited experience with sex, the orgiastic scenes in front of him should have brought him off long before now, especially with the object of his long-gestating desire bouncing around on his dick with wild abandon. Katrina had certainly already cum—at least twice he'd wager from the way he'd felt her pussy clench down on his dick, and the way his lap had suddenly gotten wet immediately afterwards, like it had been splashed with warm water.

Somewhere off in the distance as they continued to fuck like animals, Lamar saw the flashing lights, and heard the men in uniforms boarding the bus and even heard one of them yell, "What is that smell?" before issuing orders to have all of the windows opened and for all emergency personnel to get masks. But Lamar wasn't listening to that, all he could hear was a young woman with whom he was desperately in love whispering in his ear even as she slammed her crotch into his repeatedly.

"Oh, Lamar," Katrina said. "I want you to cum inside me. It's OK, I'm protected. Just cum. Cum for me now."