The Hospital Bus

My palm slid across his thigh on the shaking bus.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” I whispered, feeling his fingers dig into my knee. The pain in his eyes had turned into raw hunger. His hand landed heavy on mine, sliding up under my robe. Jake’s breath was hot and ragged against my ear.

“Katie… God, your fingers are so soft,” he breathed out hoarsely. I glanced around—the bus was nearly empty. My heart pounded. I undid the button on his jeans and slipped my hand inside. His cock was already hard, thick and burning, pressed against my palm. I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking slowly, feeling the thick vein pulse under my fingertips.

Jake let out a low growl, shoved his hand up my skirt, and jerked my soaked panties aside. Two thick fingers pushed straight into my dripping pussy. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The bus lurched again, driving his fingers even deeper, stretching my tight little hole. I worked him faster, squeezing the head, spreading the slick wetness that was leaking out of me.

“I want to fuck you right here,” he murmured in my ear. I just nodded, already completely lost. When the bus rolled into the trees, I stood up, turned my back to him, and held on to the overhead rail as I slowly lowered myself onto his thick cock. The hot shaft spread my folds and sank in all the way, filling me to the brim.

Jake grabbed my hips and started slamming up into me—hard, deep, ruthless. My wet pussy squelched with every stroke, dripping down his balls. I came first, my legs trembling, my cunt clenching around him in waves. He growled and came inside me, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding me until I was full.

When the bus pulled up at the hospital, I barely had time to pull myself together. His seed was still trickling out of me, soaking through my panties. Jake gave me a tired, satisfied smile.

“Thanks for the treatment, nurse.”