The Bus

"What's taking the bus so long to arrive!" I whispered to myself. I shouldn't have left the party so late, it was 12.35a.m. and it was getting a bit creepy, especially standing alone at the bus stop. I regretted not leaving with Caroline, since we take the same bus home but she left early when I was not ready. The others who left with me either took a cab, or they were fortunate enough to receive transport from their parents. I, was not so lucky. It was also getting pretty chilly, seeing that I forgot to bring a sweater and all I had on was a tube dress.

Finally! The bus arrived and I got on. I paid my fare and walked past the empty seats to the back of the bus. There were around three rows behind me, but I had always liked the row I was on. It was a comfortable distance. It didn’t surprise me that there was absolutely no one in the bus, not many people take this bus, moreover at this time. I never minded it, I sorta liked the peacefulness of it all and it was also the perfect time to fantasize about the boy I met at the party. Jason. He said his name was Jason. He was nice, goodlooking and as far as I could tell, rich. Bonus! He was also s*******n, which was the perfect age. It was weird how he was interested in me, seeing that majority of the guys there were interested in Lori. Haha, he said he would call me up tomorrow…

Suddenly, my seat jerked. I was so deep into my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed that someone had just boarded the bus and sat behind me. Well… couldn’t he or she sat nicely without bumping into my seat? Eurgh, and interrupting my thoughts to add. I started fiddling with my handbag, my mood to dream about Jason disappeared and I got bored soon. The person behind me started to play loud some music and although it broke the peace I had enjoyed, the music wasn’t bad and I started nodding to the beat.

Just then, I felt cold hard silver pressing sharply on my throat. I yelped immediately. The bus driver couldn’t possibly hear me, the music was too loud. A voice whispered into my ear, heavy with his breath, “Stay quiet doll, and I won’t hurt you I promise.” It was a man, he sounded as though he was twenty five or so.

I stiffened up, “Please… don’t do this…” I cried. Tears started flowing down my cheeks and I started to reach for the phone in my bag which he reached over and grabbed.

“You’ll not try any funny tricks doll, do what I say, or you won’t get to go home alive… stand up and move to the seat on your right now.” He whispered. The music stopped for a brief second before starting on a new song. I felt the blade trace down my back and his other hand on my stomach as I stood up and changed seat. I glanced at the mirror hoping to gain the attention of the driver, but I realized that the seat I was moving to was a blind spot. “Sit doll.” He ordered and sat beside me. He was swift, he pressed the blade on my left cheek to prevent me from having a look at him. My vision was cut when he blindfolded me with a black cloth.

“Please… don’t, please… leave me alone.” I cried. I felt his hand go under my dress and up my thighs, stopping when his fingers felt my panties. I pushed his hand away, “Please…”

“Doll, why not? You want to leave here with a pleasurable experience or with scars on your face… and doll, I’ll make sure I’ll rip your vagina so you’ll never have sex or have k**s… your call.” He said coyly pressing the blade harder on my cheek.

“Don’t do this… please…” I cried, but I stopped pushing his hand away.
“That’s my good little doll,” He said. “You’ll continue to be a good little doll won’t you? I won’t hurt you if you are...” I nodded my head. “Good, I’ll reward you for being such an obedient doll.” I decided to not resist, that it would only make things worse, and to just get it over and done with and forget about it. He started to rubbing my panties on my mound, and one of his fingers started rubbing where my clit was. “You like this doll? You’re getting wet.”

“No… Please…” I said. I was still crying. It felt good, but wrong. He stopped and I could feel him pulling down my panties. “Pleaase… don’t. Please…I’m a virgin.” I heard him laugh, and felt my panties fall to my feet. He pushed up my dress and I knew that I was exposed. He glide his hand over my thighs and played around the opening. I felt him pull at my left leg and carry it up before resting it on his thighs. “Please…!” My legs were open now and he started to rub my clit harder with one finger, the others rubbing the other parts. A moan escaped my lips and I heard him laugh again. It was cruel. Then I heard the sound of unzipping.

“Doll, it’s not fair if only you receive, you must give too.” He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers around his erect penis. “Rub it, and play with the top.” He ordered. “Open your mouth, I want you to lick your own wetness.” I complied and he stuck two fingers into my mouth. I licked it and tasted salt. At the same time I was moving my hand up and down his penis and using my thumb to rub the top of it. He took out his fingers and went back to my vagina, rubbing my clit. I realized that the faster and more vigorous I pleasurized him, the faster he pleasurized me. So I worked harder at pleasurising him and I moaned again. I felt his other hand pulling down my tube dress to expose my breast and I realized that the blade on my cheek wasn’t there anymore but I ignored it. He was playing with my nipples now, which were hard and erect. “Not wearing a bra eh? Naughty doll.” I whimpered. Then he leaned down and started sucking on my nipples. I moaned louder and increased the speed on which I was rubbing his penis. I felt his fingers move lower and I raised my abdomen as he stuck his fingers inside me, going in and out for a few times before I felt him push my head down onto his lap and I felt his penis on my face. “I want you to suck it.” A sudden feeling overwhelmed me, and I wanted to suck it. I wanted to feel it in my mouth and giving him the same pleasure he had given me. I started sucking it, and he moaned. This encouraged me, and I used my tongue to play with his penis. I felt his hand rubbing my bare ass and this encouraged me more. He moaned and I felt my hand move under his shirt, gliding through his pacs and up to his nipples. I played with them and then he came into my mouth. I choked and spitted. “Damn.” He said. I sat up, and he turned me, back against the window. He bent down and started licking my vagina. I moaned, and pressed my abdomen harder onto his tongue. He licked up and down, and everytime it past my clit I moaned and I I raised my abdomen higher. There was a throbbing sensation and even though I knew it was wrong, I liked it so much, and I needed to feel him inside me, I told myself I needed a closure so that I can forget about it later on.

“Please, I need you inside me!” I cried. He laughed.

“Doll, you learn good.” He pulled me down, so that I was lying on the seat and he went inside me. I yelled. It hurt, but the second time he went in, it felt so good I didn’t want it to stop. He pumped inside me up and down and I cried out a few times before he came again, all over my body. “Same time tomorrow doll?” and I heard the bell and felt the bus come to a halt. I heard the door open and closing as I laid there naked, spare for my tube dress in the middle. My vagina was exposed and so were my breast. I couldn’t believe I gave my first time to a stranger.