1. Dreams: On a Slow Bus to Work


    Date: 3/14/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: guiltee, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    just kept looking left at him, only for a brief second and then back to the front. To make matters worse I bumped into him when he did the gentlemanly thing and let me out of the seat. I apologised as I blushed. I digress. My dream, this wasn’t just a naughty dream, this was a full blown dirty, wet and erotic dream. It started innocent enough. Don’t they all? It soon turned though. Just as on the bus I bumped into him, only this time my hand touched, well more like cupped actually, his cock. In an instant I’m down on my knees and his now hard throbbing muscle is in my mouth. I’m sucking it like a two-bit whore, licking his balls, deep throat and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Now this is definitely strange because I hate sucking cock. What put me off I suppose was the salty, almost sweaty taste as they shoot into my mouth. Yuk. Yet here I am giving head like I’m a fucking world champion. Not for long though as he drags me up and bends me over the back of seat. There is no finesse. He pulls ...
    up my red skirt, pushes down my tights and knickers in one motion. I can feel his thighs pushing urgently against mine, a hand parting the cheeks of my bum and then the end of his cock against my wet, sloppy hole. It slides in easily, too easily, as my juices help it fill me all the way up inside. Those big hands cup my breasts as he bangs his thighs hard against mine. In turn, mine crash against the seat before I push backwards to meet his furious pounding cock. On and on, he fucks me hard and fast until suddenly, and unexpectedly, he spins me around and onto the floor. His cock stuffed into my mouth once more. He fucks my mouth, his hands entwined in my hair until with a few short thrusts he cums into my mouth. I swallow it all, I have no choice with it stuffed down my throat. I am awake now. I am drenched in sweat. I am so wet that I might have pissed myself as well. And I don’t care. I roll over and suddenly realise that I have two eyes staring at me. “Are you alright Elizabeth?” asks my husband.
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