Erotic Fiction
Filmed on the Night Bus
Accepting a new job comes with consequences!
Starting a new job is always a good reason to be nervous, and I certainly was as I waited to get on the bus. I was trying something new, and in an area I had not previously worked in before, which made it twice as bad. This could be a big thing for me — but, equally, it could end in abject failure.
When I stepped aboard, the only space was about halfway back and against the window. I needed to ask the guy sitting there to move his legs so that I could squeeze by. A gentleman would have scooted over himself, and I was sure this bloke was getting a good look at my butt as it went past only inches from his face.
As we settled into place, his hand brushed against my leg. I ignored it at first, but it kept happening. It seemed that with every motion of the now moving bus the back of his hand, which was placed palm down on his leg, would rub further along my tights.
I squeezed as far out of his way as I could, but he only opened his legs further — manspreading — and kept the contact going. It was annoying, but I was going to keep my peace and deal with it to avoid causing trouble.
The man turned his hand so that it was facing me. He was now seeming to exaggerate every movement and as I, at first, let it go, his hand was touching me from my knee to the bottom of my thigh-length skirt.
That had to stop! I tried to pick his hand up and drop it back onto his leg, but he resisted, and that resulted in a tighter grip on my thigh as I struggled to get him off.
Looking around, it seemed that no one else was aware of what was happening. I slapped his hand as a clear signal to him that this was not okay!
He didn’t say anything but used his other hand to slap me back. He glared at me and held me tightly by the wrist while moving his now free hand again.
This time he didn’t stop at the bottom of my skirt but started sliding it as far as possible up my leg. I jammed them both together, to try and prevent this from going on, but he pushed between them and tried to overcome my inward pressure.
Suddenly there was a voice from behind us, and I felt a moment of joy. One of the men there had seen what was happening and was going to intervene.
He did, but only to offer to hold the hand that was currently with the other. This was passed up, and back, and left my attacker with both hands free to molest me further.
From the other side at my rear came the man at that place. He took my one free hand and held that tightly between the two of his.
With my arms lifted in the air and held out of the way — by his friends, I assumed as I panicked a little — the bloke I was sharing a seat with now had both of his free, and I was able to offer little resistance to him as he turned to face me.
He leaned in for a kiss and, when I turned my face away, was quite brutal in the level of force that he used to bring me back into line. With one hand holding my head in position as he kissed me, the other was free to grope my boobs.
For a moment or two, I considered biting his tongue as it entered my mouth, but that was a bad idea. I needed to find a way to work through what was happening, and with three of them involved that was going to be tricky.
I kicked the back of the seat in front of me, repetitively, to attract the attention of those sitting there and look for their aid, but when the two men turned around it was quickly obvious that this had been a mistake. They grinned and turned to kneel on their seats and give words of encouragement to my attacker as they watched.
When he moved his hand to the bottom of my skirt, trying to lift it further, I clamped my legs closed again, but the two men in the row in front of me used their strength to help hold them apart.
For the moment, the tugging of my skirt stopped as he headed straight up the inside. He held my face, giving me a deep kiss as his fingers ran over the front of my panties. I squirmed in place but was powerless to resist.
I could hear something being said between the men, but not what it was. However, he then removed the hands from my face and my pussy, and instead pulled open the two sides of my already undone jacket.
I looked at the faces in front of me, and then at those of the other passengers nearby. They were studiously ignoring what was happening as he undid the buttons on my blouse.
I was shaking about, trying to dislodge hands from my body, but stopped when I realised that they were laughing at me. My violent movements were causing my boobs to wobble and vibrate, and this only seemed to be encouraging them!
A few seconds later, he slid a palm down my bra and pushed the cup down, my breast coming free. The other quickly followed suit. The men behind me were leaning forward over my shoulders so that they could get a clear look as I was fondled.
At first, he was content to play with my boobs, to cup and almost weigh them, but then he started to tug and pull on my nipples. The size of them had often been commented on by my boyfriends, and these five men were no different in their admiration.
This didn’t last for long though. All too soon his mouth was closing over the nearest and his teeth gently — at first at least — biting down. The man behind, who was closest to my free boob, decided (correctly) that he didn’t need two hands to hold my wrist safely out of place, and snaked a hand down to grab my tit.
The other thought that this was a good idea and did the same, batting the head of the one already sucking away out of place, so that he could grope me in the same way as his companion was already starting to do.
I was sitting on the bus with my boobs out and being played with by the two men behind me as they held my wrists up and out of the way. This was bad enough, but the man next to me now moved to my lower half.
The blokes keeping my knees apart were still fully engaged in doing so, and I couldn’t stop him from reaching down to push my skirt up and under my body while I was struggling to prevent him from doing this. Once my crotch was visible, he ripped open the front of my tights to expose my white panties.
Seconds later, they had been pulled aside, and my shaved lips were visible to at least three strange men, men who I had no doubt were going to want more.
I was trying to keep quiet, as I knew that speaking out was the wrong thing to do at this point but, what with the pressure on my boobs, and then this man running his finger with surprising gentleness over my labia, I couldn’t keep a few squeaks inside.
One of them commented that I was liking this, and I wanted to deny it, but the feel of fingers pushing into me, cupping me, and then entering my hidden depths stopped me. I’d heard the squelch as he’d done so, and so had the others.
I wanted to say that this was normal, that girls are not bone dry all of the time, and that this was not the result of any pleasure from what they were combining to do to me. I knew though that any protests would be laughed off. They had decided that I was easy pray for them, and my wetness was only further proof that they were right.
The hand was withdrawn and shown to the other four, I could see my juices on it, and could smell them as well, even before he wiped them over my mouth and pushed the sticky ooze into my nostrils as well.
I did my best to prevent my panties from being pulled down and off, but my tights probably slowed things more than anything that I did. With a clatter, my shoes slipped to the floor of the bus as they were all removed.
The white underwear, along with the light brown tights, were passed to the men in front as a prize and memento of this occasion. You’d think that they would remember it well enough anyway, but physical evidence of an unusual encounter can be a pleasant bonus.
Removing his hands from me for a few seconds, he quickly unzipped himself and pulled out his cock. His very erect, surprisingly large from the standards I was used to, cock. I was shaking my head and mouthing ‘no, please, no,’ but I wasn’t sure what of the likely alternatives I was saying no to.
My hands were out of play, so when he twisted my hair at the back of my head and held it firmly, I couldn’t resist him. He then started to touch my pussy again, building up speed as he finger-fucked me with the full encouragement of the other blokes.
It was only when he switched positions to start pulling my head down towards his crotch that things became awkward for the others as they tried to hold onto me. It was clear what his intentions were, but the men with my wrists in one hand were not fully prepared for the twisting of my body.
There was a chance for me to escape here, but that wasn’t to be.
“CUT,” shouted the director. “Look people, we practised this in the run-through. Kurt, you need to pass her arm over to Frank, and that will enable the twist to happen smoothly. A little bit of hesitancy is needed, of course, so it doesn’t look practised, but you need to get it done smoothly.”
As everything paused, I had a chance to put my arms down into my lap and relax them. Holding them up in the air like that had been sore on my shoulders. An occupational hazard I supposed.
Being a newbie, I wasn’t sure about now covering up. My boobs were still out, and I wasn’t entirely comfortable about that, but, given that those near me had been playing with them until a few moments ago, I left them as they were.
“Kate, that was pretty good. Especially for your first time. We’ll take the option of a couple of close-ups now we’ve taken a break here. I want to see more fear on your face when you realise the men behind you are joining in. We’ll do that before going further, so that we get you before your make-up gets spoiled and needs retouching. Okay?”
I nodded and tried to remember what had been specified as we’d all gone over this a few hours before. That was when I met the other main participants for the first time, just before we held a fully dressed run-through.
“This would also be a good time to get better shots of your tights getting ripped, and then your underwear moved out of the way of your pussy.” He turned and called to someone further down the bus. “Can we get a fresh pair of tights please?”
The men around me seemed very relaxed about what we were doing, as the main one, Jerry, put his cock back into his trousers. They’d all worked in this line of film for a while now, and so seemed to take all of this in their stride.
I certainly didn’t. This was only the beginning through. Pretty soon I’d be going down on Jerry, and then he’d be screwing me while I struggled. And then… well, that’s when it would start to get messy. The other four would join in, and then we’d get to anal, spit-roasts, and all the rest that the paying public would expect to see.
The money was good — great in fact — but I hoped that the sex would be at least half-decent for me. They’d said that they would do their best in that regard, but this wasn’t that sort of film. I was ‘helpless girl on the bus’ and that needed to come through in the filming.
I took the fresh tights, retrieved my panties, and got myself all tucked away before taking my seat again. The guys were kind enough to give me a pat on the shoulder, or a whispered well done, before all was ready to resume.
“Right, people, listen up. Let’s get these close-ups done, and then we can move on to the big money shots. We’ve got this bus for the night, so we’ve plenty of time, but let’s not fuck it up. Okay? Good. Take your places, and let’s get this done!”
The money was great, and the people nice, but, as I settled back into place, I still wasn’t sure about this as a career. However, my mental reservations needed to be put aside for the moment. It was time to get back to being filmed on the night bus.
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