Sin Soaked Nights: A 100 Story Erotica Collections

Emily boarded the bus already sweating, having sprinted after it and just managed to catch it in time. Relief mixed with residual heat as she stepped inside. Her blouse had shifted open a little at the top during the run, and her short skirt had ridden higher up her thighs.

Sweat darkened the front of her blouse, and the thin fabric clung enough to show the hard points of her n*ppl*s. She hadn’t worn a bra.

Finally. I hope I’m not late for work.

She thought

The bus was nearly empty...two men near the front and one alone toward the back.

The two men sitting near the front turned their heads at the same time. Their eyes dropped to her chest and stayed there. Emily noticed. She gave them a flat, stern look before moving farther down the aisle.

The men glanced at each other and both smiled.

“D*mn, she looks good,” one muttered under his breath.

“I know. Her boobs are so big. I’d give up your life to s*ck them,” the other answered.

The first man nodded, then blinked as the words sank in.

“What?!”

She decided to sit beside the man at the rear. As she walked down the aisle she tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it back into place.

The bus suddenly drifted hard. Everything lurched. Emily lost her balance and dropped straight down, landing on something solid. The impact left her momentarily dazed.

D*mn, that shake was crazy.

Then she felt it..something firm beneath her, shifting, twitching against her *ss.

“Um…”

.

A voice came from behind her. She twisted around and saw the man’s face. She was sitting fully on his lap. Heat flooded her cheeks.

Oh. How did I not notice that?

She thought panicking...

“Oh my,” she muttered. His c*ck twitched again under her. She scrambled to her feet at once.

“I’m sorry… sir. I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry also… I can't control my...”

“No, it’s my fault…”

“No, it’s okay,” he said, offering a small smile.

Emily gave a quick, awkward bow and turned to step away. The bus jerked again, hard to the left. Her heels skidded. She lost her footing and fell right back onto his lap.

What the hell...

She thought

“Hey, slow down, dumbass!... Jesus is he trying to kill us” one of the men at the front shouted at the driver.

Emily tried to stand, but the bus hit a stretch of rough road. Each bump drove her back down onto the hard length beneath her. She bounced helplessly against it, the friction sharp and awkward

In the jostling his hands moved without warning. Fingers caught the open edge of her blouse. The last button gave way and clattered to the floor. Her breasts spilled free. She had forgotten a bra that morning.

“No… I forgot to wear one,” she muttered under her breath.

His palms settled over the exposed flesh. They stayed there. Emily waited for him to pull away. He did not. Instead his thumbs found her n*ppl*s...already tight, warm under his touch...and began to stroke them.

“Umm… sir,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to keep you covered so no one notices. I want to fix the button, but I can’t find it.” His voice was low. He wasn’t lying about the button; it had already fallen out of reach. His hands simply kept moving, circling her breasts, then returning to the stiff peaks.

“I’ll find it myself...”

“Wait. I think I can feel it.” His fingers pinched and rolled her n*ppl*s more deliberately.

A soft sound escaped her throat.

“Um… that’s not the button. That’s my...”

He pinched harder. The moan that left her was louder this time. The sound made his c*ck jerk against her *ss.

"D*mn that moan is s*xy"

He whispered...

He felt the way her body answered and kept going. One hand stayed on her n*ppl*s, tugging and rolling them while the other slid down. He lifted the hem of her blouse higher, baring the front of her white panties where they pressed against the thick ridge in his trousers.

Emily’s hand flew up to cover her mouth. His fingertips circled the swollen bud in slow, firm strokes, then pressed harder, rubbing in tight, patterns. At the same time his other hand never left her breast...pinching, rolling, tugging the nipple in time with the motion between her legs. Every bump in the road ground her harder against his c*ck while his fingers worked her open. She bit down on her own palm, trying to keep the next moan from carrying to the men at the front of the bus.

“Soft,” he murmured against her ear. “Your mouth is so soft.”

He smirked and leaned closer.

“Should I stop?”

Emily shook her head quickly, eyes half-closed. She bit down gently on the fingers in her mouth to keep from making more noise.

The bus hit another stretch of rough pavement. His fingers curled deeper. She trembled against him, thighs tight around his wrist.

“Hey… what are you two doing?”

The voice cut across the aisle from one of the men near the front. Both of them froze.

....

The two men from the front walked down the aisle and stopped beside the seat.

“You think you can enjoy her without us?” one of them said.

Emily’s breasts were still in the first man’s hands. He didn’t let go. She tried to push herself off his lap, but his arm locked around her waist and held her down.

“Stay.”

He looked up at the newcomers. “Mind your f*ck*ng business, old hags.”

“Old hags? We’re in our thirties,” one answered.

“She doesn’t want to be f*ck*d by you. She’s busy.”

“Don’t speak for her,” the other snapped.

The first of the two leaned closer. “What do you say, baby? Should we join?”

Emily’s voice came out loud and unsteady. “I don’t care… as long as someone is f*ck*ng me.”

She was already too far gone. Heat throbbed between her legs and every bump of the bus only made it worse. She shoved the two men into place, one on each side of the seat. A