(Hey folks! Heres the new story, it’s called Trust Exercise. I’m sorry it took so long! The next chapter is a little more to our shared interest, but this is part one and I thought it did alright as a stand alone story. Thanks for sticking around, sorry I don’t post stories a lot.)
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Adele had never done anything impulsive in her entire life.
So why was she currently waiting for this bus? That was an impulse decision. Admittedly, one she had overthought for weeks before agreeing to it but still way more impulsive than she usually was.
For one thing, the bus was pulling up and she wasn't waving it off. She was getting on, paying her fare, and looking at the sea of strangers and neighbors around her. She froze for a moment seeing so many people but she made her way to the back of the bus and sat down by the window, pulling out her phone for reassurance. She opens her texts and pulls up the most recent chat.
"I'm on the bus…" She types, "What now?"
The "…" at the bottom of the screen lets her know she won't wait long.
Less than a moment later her phone chirps and the little blue bubble reads, "I saw you get on. You look so cute when you're nervous." She blushes and glances around before another message alert comes in; "I tucked something into the back of the seat, take a look."
She reaches into the sleeve on the back of the seat in front of her and feels a small strip of fabric in a little drawstring bag, big enough for a paperback book and not much else. She pulls the bag out and then pulls the strip of fabric from the bag.
It's a heavy fabric, like a small scarf. She looks around the bus in confusion, though it seems no one has noticed her discovery.
Her phone lights up again, with another message. This one says "The bag is for your panties."
At this message Adele freezes again. She knew what she had signed up for, but now she was here… oh, what to do!
*chirp* "Problem?" The single word is a challenge, with a smirk she can almost visualize. It reminds her that she's supposed to be trying out.
She hastily responds "No, no problem. Just, how do I take them off without anyone seeing me?"
*chirp* "You're clever, you'll figure it out."
She huffs in frustration, glancing around the crowded bus. "No one's looking this way. I bet no one even notices." She whispers to herself.
She discreetly lifts the edge of her pencil skirt on one side, slowly reaching up to the top of her thigh to grasp the black lace trim at the hem of her underwear and slipping them down a few inches. Now the other side. The side not covered by the bus wall. The man across the isle has already noticed something and is stealing glances from the corner of his eye. She blushes and looks away, lifting the hem of her skirt on the other side to slide her white panties down and off over her cute, sensible brown leather shoes.
She shoves them deep down in the bag and takes a deep breath before typing "Done, now what?"
… *chirp* "Now the blindfold."
She stares at the message for a moment, not understanding until she looks over at the fabric strip again. The heavy fabric would be hard to see through. She feels anxiety bubbling up in her stomach, but then feels something else with it. A tickle. A tingle of naughtiness, the unknown, and the taboo. She might even be a little, dare she say it... excited?
She ties the blindfold around her neck loosely, looking at her phone for the last time.
With anticipation and anxiety building she faces the window and pulls the scrap up over her eyes. She pulls her hair forward to give a semblance of privacy and darkness.
The sounds of the bus become much clearer without sight, especially surrounded by strangers. She hears an automated voice announcing the upcoming stop, then the chime as the door opens and the cold air rushes in. Then she feels the weight of another body settle into the seat beside her.
She feels her breath catch in her throat and begins to lift the blindfold before the person shifts and her wrist is grabbed roughly.
"Don't take it off." The voice comes suddenly, whispering right beside her ear so she can feel the warmth of his breath. She's heard his voice before many times, even if only over the phone. It calms her.
"Yes, sir." She feels a hand on her thigh over her skirt, heavy and hot.
"Now, kitten, don't you want to see what you can do?"
"Yes, sir." His fingers have begun wandering, their roughness catching on the fabric of her skirt. Each little snag makes her flush, thinking impure thoughts about those fingers. Not simply caught momentarily on the knit but purposefully catching her skirt and ripping it off, or tangling up fistfuls of her hair and pulling her head back….
"Kitten?" The whisper is innocent enough, but she can hear the grin. He knows she's distracted, and they both know she shouldn't be.
"Come, sit on my other side."
She hesitates, then starts to stand. He offers her a hand for balance and moves to the inner seat. She sits down, hearing conversations around her. She hears the doors open. There's another rush of cold air past her cheek as conversations drain out and new conversations, more of them this time, fill the space.
She can feel someone standing beside her in the isle. Their bag keeps bumping into her shoulder when the train makes a turn.
Suddenly she feels his hand back on her leg, closer to her knee. It makes her shiver, even though he's warmer than her basically-bare flesh.
He guides her knees apart gently until her legs are spread wide and she blushes, glad of the blindfold for her own sake. His hand slides up from her knee, lifting the skirt in its wake. He rests his hand at the top of her thigh, squeezing softly before going forward.
She leans back slightly as his fingers brush across her pussy, looking rigid and still as a statue except for her tongue running over her lip. She feels the bag bump her shoulder again, though this time there was no turning motion to the bus.
The Master, the man in the seat beside her, speaks again, this time at a conversational volume. His voice is deep but not booming and it takes a moment before she realizes he's not addressing her.
"Would you like to try?" He says casually, as if he were asking about a new game or toy. She's mortified when she realizes he's talking about her, but she dutifully puts her arms behind her back and sits on her hands, sitting up straight with her knees wide apart.
A hand tentatively gropes her breast and she inhales quietly in surprise with a soft "Oh!"
The hand finds a nipple through her blouse, tweaking it gently. She feels her eyes roll back in her head behind the blindfold, goosebumps rising along her arms.
The Master removes his hand, though the person in the isle continues massaging her breast with one hand. They slip their hand inside her shirt and she can feel the softness of their fingers.
They move inside her bra, rubbing her nipples as they harden beneath their ministrations. She inhales sharply at their cold fingers, trying not to make a sound. The person withdraws their hand, adjusting their bag and bending over in the isle for a moment. “Perhaps they're grabbing something?”
Adele only had a moment to wonder what was happening before she felt soft fingers and long manicured nails grazing her inner thigh. The girl's chest was pressed to her shoulder now as she straightened, her fingers finding Adele's exposed lips. She started fingering her, making her squirm and whimper.
Adele felt the girl's tongue on her ear, her teeth clipping her earlobe. She whimpered and almost pulled away as the sharp nip with the pleasure overwhelmed her. Luckily she had her Master to remind her of her mistake by placing a hand on her lower back with a firm and gentle pressure.
She felt the girl in the isle move away for a moment as the doors opened again and people got on and off. Then she felt her hands slide back down the front of her shirt, this time from the seat behind her instead of from the isle.
She felt Master lift his hand, unsure if she’s imagining him gesturing someone forward.
The shifting of weight on the creaky old seats shows someone is moving from the seat across the isle. She absently wonders if the man who saw her remove her panties had gotten off the bus yet, but forgets that train of thought a moment later when a big, cold hand goes between her legs and immediately starts roughly fucking her with two fingers, penetrating her with little ceremony.
She gasps, really it's more of a yelp. It's high pitched and must have been loud enough to draw attention because a little after that she feels a few more hands on her body.
The large, curling fingers hit an electric spot in Adele's body at just the perfect angle and her legs start shaking. She throws her head back, biting her lip and trying not to scream. The girl behind her plants a heavy kiss on her mouth as she gets closer to climax, moaning against her lips.
Adele notices her sweet taste and the smell of cherries over the rising chaos in her own body. The girl pulls away as her fingers return to fiddling with her nipples.
The man with the cold fingers pulls away from her pussy right before she can cum. The bone-shatteringly close orgasm causes her to begin to make a sound of frustration. Before she can she feels a thumb on her lower lip, pressing into her mouth slightly, the index finger on her chin giving him control. She feels the master's hand (maybe? It's hard to tell) on the back of her head, guiding her along with the hand on her jaw.
The smooth, warm head of a cock replaces the thumb on her lips and she accepts him willingly, wrapping her tongue around the tip, stroking it in offset time with her tongue as her head bobs. The man groans, cursing under his breath and gripping a handful of her hair. He holds her in place as he does a couple cursory thrusts deeper into her throat. She gags. He gets a little shallower and starts fucking her throat, using her hair as a handle.
Adele can't believe she's having this experience, being so cruelly used in this absolute best way. She can feel her cunt throb in jealousy for the pounding her throat is receiving.
The man grunts, gripping her head with both hands and pulling her all the way down on his shuddering length as he finishes, cum flooding her throat. She splutters as he pulls back for her to breathe, drool dripping down her chin.
She carefully swallows and licks her lips around the head of his cock, rewarded with his audible shudder of pleasure and two more spurts as he pulls away. These land hot and sticky on her cheek.
She hears the shutter sound of a camera going off. She panics for a moment before getting distracted imagining what she must look like with her legs spread, pussy bare to the world with a cock in her mouth and cum and drool on her face.
The man pulls away fully, zipping his pants. He is quickly replaced with another man and the sounds of shuffling. Another several bus stops have come and gone and yet the group surrounding Adele seems to have grown, the sound of bodies around her doesn't seem to have thinned at all.
The new man guides her to kneel on the cushion with her arms over the back of the seat accompanied by a flurry of movement as people accommodate her position change. The woman with the cherry lipgloss steps forward, kissing her fervently and pulling her forward so her breasts hang over the seat, exposing them for people to fondle and pinch.
Adele feels the man's cock slipping against her slippery folds, coating the head in her eager juices. When he is thoroughly slicked, his cock slides further up, shoving her skirt up over her ass.
He guides his lubricated cock to her asshole. She hears him spit and feels it hit her ass and slide down. As he rubs the head against her puckered hole one of the people in the seat behind them latches their lips around her breast through her thin shirt, their tongue caressing her nipple as the man pushes into her ass in one fluid motion. Adele's groan of pleasure is muffled by the woman's kiss, her pussy throbbing jealously.
Her soft moans and hot, tight asshole make short work of the new man and he finishes in her ass within moments of pumping. He slaps her ass hard, as if punishing her for his stamina, causing her to gasp and stifle a cry of pain. He lifts her out of the seat with Master's permission and sets her down standing.
After the last two stops the bus had mostly emptied out except the back corner where their little group was.
In their rather large city the busy was separated into two joint cars with a center part that turns independently to allow the buses to make sharper turns. This made the back corner of the bus feel slightly more private. However it was apparent that the bus driver had caught on, as the bus was pulling over and she'd heard no stop announcement.
The man who had set her there moved her hands up to the support handle, spreading her ankles with his foot and adjusting so her pussy and cute, red little cheeks stick out under the hem of her skirt.
He steps back from her as if to give someone else a turn, but the bus stops. Then comes the chime, the doors open and like clockwork or an orchestrated dance, everyone around her files off the bus. As the doors swish closed she is surrounded by relative silence.
She is startled when she hears movement at the front of the bus; A seatbelt unfastening, the squeak of seat springs, heavy shoes hitting the ground, a groaning stretch. He starts walking and Adele squeaks, releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
The driver's footsteps echo down the metal floors, each one making her feel more fearful. "I can't get a public indecency charge, I have a respectable life!" The thought echoes in her mind over and over, though she still stands in the spot she was positioned.
She hears the sound of Master's voice, reassuring even now when she's been splayed out for a bus of local strangers.
The Master sounds casual, easy, calm, "Hey there Tom, how are ya?"
"I'm doin' alright. Been a hell of a boring week." The driver seems unfazed by her lack of modesty.
"Well, you know I have an idea that just might help with that," the Master says with a smile.
"You know, I thought you might." The driver chuckles and she hears his large frame step closer.
Adele feels an enormous hand on her ass, caressing the soft skin and giving her trembling pussy a gentle pat. She hears the driver sigh in appreciation and unzip his khaki slacks before he pushes her forward so she's hanging from one of the looped support handles that dangle from the ceiling. He keeps a hand on the small of her back as he gives a few soft slaps to her ass cheek with his heavy dick.
He too goes for her asshole, pushing in the fat head of his cock slowly, sliding shallowly in and out a few times before beginning to fuck her in earnest. She feels her ass cheeks clap against his thighs, feeling him driving deeper with every thrust. He fills her asshole more than she's ever experienced, making her whimper and moan freely, not fearing who hears her pleasure on an empty bus.
He groans, one massive paw gripping her neck and pushing her down even further. He pumps a handful of times more then moves to grip her long hair, pulling her head close enough for her to feel his panting wet breath on her neck. He wraps an arm around her torso, gripping her breast to hold her in place as he thrusts, pumping cum into her shaking body.
After a moment of eternity feeling stretched he releases her, stepping back and slowly pulling out of her ass with a gentle sucking *pop* as her knees nearly give out, clinging to the support to carry her weight.
He gives two appraising slaps to her ass after he puts himself away, clearing his throat and laughing loudly. “Well damn. You sure know how to give an old salt something to think about on the long days. Can I drop y’all anywhere?”
The Master responds with a chuckle as his hands touch her arm, letting her know she can straighten herself slightly “Nah Tom, here’s just fine. I hope she was worth any trouble you might get into?”
Tom the driver chuckles and caresses her ass one last time as she stands, pushing her skirt down as bit after his hand leaves her. “Yeah, she’s worth it all right. I only wish I’d had a go at that puss. But I get it. She may be a toy but she’s a one-man breed.”
The Master chuckles again and Adele feels her cheeks flush crimson for the first time since the blindfold went on. “Yeah something like that.”
