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Steamy Diaries

Warnings: This book may contain some violence, explicit and matured content and BDSM! > They told her she was too innocent for desire. Now she's the star of every filthy fantasy. Steamy Diaries is a no-limits collection of raw, forbidden, and dangerously addictive erotic stories. From corrupt school officials to bossy billionaires, every chapter is a one-night stand you'll never forget. No rules. No regrets. Just pure, messy, explosive pleasure.
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Chapter 3

The bus was packed, as it always was during rush hour. I squeezed my way through the standing passengers, my braless tits bouncing with each step, drawing lecherous stares from the men around me. I felt their eyes on my exposed midriff, my ultra-short skirt riding up to reveal the bottom curves of my ass. I reveled in the attention, a cruel smile playing on my lips.

I finally found a spot to stand, sandwiched between a middle-aged woman and a young man who looked barely older than me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his arm brushing against mine as the bus lurched forward. I subtly shifted, pressing my ass back against his crotch. He tensed, but didn't pull away.

I licked my lips, my pussy already damp with anticipation. I'd been in this situation before, using the anonymity of the crowded bus to my advantage. I loved the thrill of being taken in public, the risk of getting caught only heightening my arousal.

The man behind me shifted, his hands coming to rest on my hips. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. He took it as an invitation, his hands sliding down to grope my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

I bit my lip to stifle another moan, my eyes fluttering closed as he ground his hardening cock against my ass. The woman beside me gave me a disapproving look, but I just smirked at her, daring her to say something.

The man's hands slid under my skirt, his fingers brushing against my bare pussy. I was already so wet, my juices coating his fingers as he pushed two inside me. I gasped, my knees buckling slightly as he began to finger-fuck me, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit.

I reached back, fumbling with his belt and zipper until I could wrap my hand around his hard cock. He was big, the thick shaft pulsing in my hand as I stroked him. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him stretching me open.

As if reading my mind, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and spun me around. I barely had time to register his face before he was kissing me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I kissed him back fiercely, my hands gripping his hair as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He carried me to the back of the bus, pushing me up against the window. I could see the other passengers staring at us, their faces a mix of shock and lust. I moaned into the man's mouth as he tore my skirt off, exposing my bare pussy to anyone who cared to look.

He didn't hesitate, slamming his cock into me in one hard thrust. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to fuck me, his hips slamming against mine with each powerful thrust.

The bus was filled with the sounds of our fucking, my moans and the slap of flesh against flesh echoing off the walls. The man pounded into me relentlessly, his cock hitting my cervix with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around him as he fucked me harder, faster.

I came with a scream, my pussy convulsing around his cock as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his hot cum.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting and sweating as the bus came to a stop. The doors opened, and the passengers began to file out, some casting curious glances our way. The man pulled out of me, tucking his cock back into his pants as I straightened my clothes.

I gave him a wink as I stepped off the bus, my pussy still dripping with his cum. I knew I'd be back tomorrow, ready for another anonymous fuck in the crowded bus. It was just too much fun.

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