The gentleman keeps biting my nipples again and again while I ride him.
“Ow, that hurts,” I tell him, then self-preservingly shift into a 69.
Alright, he likes that too. I take his best, still slightly rubbery part into my mouth…
“Hmpft… what’s your wildest sex fantasy?” the untamed one wants to know – a man whose tongue clearly struggles to stay where it belongs.
A thinker, obviously.
Fine, I go with a rhythmic stroke of the hand for now. I think…
“Hmm, three guys in a double-decker bus, where no one else is around, suddenly descend upon me.
They drag me to the back seat and tear the clothes from my body.
They take what they truly want, and after some delightful chaos – and a very quick finish from the guy in the middle, all over my breasts – I’m turned around, hands raised, face pressed to the window.
The strongest of them plays the seasoned cowboy from behind – from really behind – while his buddies stand to the side, hard and watching.”
“But… there are people out there!” my gentleman gasps.
“Loads. We’re stuck in traffic, right in front of a shopping center.
There are women, kids, and men all around.”
“You can see the men?” he asks, emerging from me.
“Of course I can see them. They see me too – and they’re getting restless.
Some are craning their necks toward the next bus stop, but it’s still a fair bit away.”
“Okay, go on!” he pants.
“I smile at them, even as my face keeps gently bumping against the glass…
Two young guys start sprinting toward the stop.”
“But the three guys on the bus should be enough!”
“True – but my new fans probably don’t stand a chance.
Suddenly, there are four.
And since the smallest one – clearly a local regular – crawls under me to build a double-decker in a double-decker,
lining up his joystick with my ignition…
well, I’m a bit too distracted to notice anything else.”
Yeehaw!
The gentleman just came in my hand.
Hmm.
We’ve still got time for round two…
Written anonymously by your discreet Escort Girl.
