The Wrong Bus, Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Wrong Bus, Part 3

... in pain/pleasure. My hole suddenly feels empty after hours of the plug being inside me. Before I can realy come to terms with the sudden emptiness Master has thrust his cock all the way into me so that I can feel his pubic hair ticking my ass. "Mmm, that plug stretched you nicely slut. You still have a nice tight little hole but now I don’t have to f***e my way into it." He tells me while grinding his crotch against my ass. "Now its time to hear what a slut you really are bitch. Tell me how much you want this!" He growls at me as he slaps my ass "Fuck me Master please! Fuck me hard Master! Make me your whore and fuck my ass! Please give it to me, use me, fuck your whore!" I can’t believe what is coming out of my mouth but I can’t help it I want him to use me and fuck me. I can’t even help myself from grinding my ass back against him trying to get him in deeper. "Hmm finally the sissy whore comes out!" He slaps my ass again and starts fucking me so hard I am repeatedly shoved into the back of the couch. "Oh god Master yes ... fuck me ... give your sissy ... you big hard cock up her ass!" I cry out. He fucks me like this for 10 minutes until I am crying from the pleasure/pain/humiliation of it all and begging him "Please Master please ... fuck me and fill your ...

... whore with your cum!" "God you are turning into a ... hot little slut trisha! He says as he slams into me again and again. "Here it comes slut ... mmmffff " He says that as he slams one last time into me nearly knocking me over the couch if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on my hips! I feel his cock twitch and his body tense as spurt after spurt of his cum fills my bowels. It seems to take him several minutes to finish cumming. He gives one last thrust and pulls his now semi soft cock out of me with a slurping sound. He slaps my ass one last time and tells me "We are going to have a lot of fun together slut." Than I hear his pants zip and the door close as he leaves me there over the couch with his cum running down my thigh. I realize that I have also cum and he never even touched. I lay there for a minute and finally get up feeling even more of his cum run out of my ass. I notice my bag that holds the clothes I wore to the shop on the table and a note attached to it. I wonder briefly what it says and what humiliations lay ahead for me. For the first time since this all started only a few short days ago instead of dread at what lays ahead I can’t wait to find out. Perhaps I am really am becoming his sissy whore? As always I love to hear feedback trishah@gmail.com