With borders beginning to reopen, my work trips abroad have increased. Recently, I was dispatched to a certain country known for being religiously conservative.
Now, I can’t name the country in particular for several reasons. All you have to know is that it’s a largely Islamic country. I was sent there for just over a week of intense work.
Despite promising offers on my favourite hookup sites, my work schedule made it impossible to be as debauched as I would have liked. But everything happens for a reason, doesn’t it?
That was what I kept telling myself when I navigated the chaotic local traffic to the airport only to find out my flight home had been cancelled.
The alternative was an eleven-hour coach trip into a neighbouring country, a night in a hotel, and a new flight in the morning.
When I got to the bus station and saw the 1980s bus I was going to spend a night on; I wasn’t looking forward to it. But I had no idea what awaited me on board the ‘sex bus’.
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Eye Contact
To be honest, the bus ride wasn’t all that bad. It was half empty. I’d downloaded some podcasts, stocked up on drinks and snacks, and was pretty content at the back.
It was about four hours to the border, with a few stops. In a town whose name I can’t remember, a guy waiting at a very haphazard-looking bus stop got on board.
He made his way to the back of the bus and sat in the two empty seats directly opposite me. As he placed his bags in the overhead hold, I looked at him quickly.
Fuck, he’s hot! I thought to myself whilst biting my lip. Toned, tattooed, and sporting a very Alpha beard, he looked like he could fuck a whore like me who I deserve.
As I checked out his body, I failed to see he was looking back at me. I looked away, slightly embarrassed, but he just responded with a confident smile. He knew the score.
“He turned me around, and I was pinned to the wall with my ass sticking out towards him. He yanked my panties down further and plunged his tongue deep into my waiting cunt.”
About an hour further into the bus ride, I could feel his eyes burning into me. Every time I glanced at him, I made sure to exuberate submission and not put him off.
Most women would resent a random guy staring them out so intensely, but I loved him checking out my whore body.
I could feel my cunt throb as the idea of him ravaging all of my holes overtook the sounds of the podcast in my ears. My thighs were growing slippery by the minute.
I also made no secret that I was checking out the prominent bulge bursting through his tracksuit pants. In the end, my confidence got the better of me.
I locked eyes with him and made them glaze over like a sex-crazed whore. I slowly licked my plump lips and gritted my teeth out of sexual frustration.
In response, he tightly gripped the meaty shaft from the outside of his pants. But before it could go any further, the coach pulled to a halt, and the driver shouted, “passports!”.
We were at the first checkpoint of the border. As we got ready to disembark, the heavens opened. It was absolutely torrential rain. Perfect timing, I thought.
At this point, I was desperate to go for a pee. In broken English, the coach driver told me that there was a toilet I could use between the two borders after passing the first passport control.
No Man’s Land
In a vain attempt to shelter from the pouring rain, the other passengers and I huddled together under a tiny roof as we all waited to have our passports checked.
Mostly, my gaze was fixed on the ground to stop the rain from going into my eyes. But looking behind me, I noticed that the passenger I fantasized about fucking was right behind me.
I was inches from his eyes and flashed him a friendly but naughty smile that encouraged him to push his luck. I felt him pressing against my ass in the tight crowd as we moved forward.
As border police stamped my passport, his erect member was resting against my thighs from behind. I couldn’t even concentrate enough to retrieve my passport from the booth.
Now, I was in no man’s land between two countries. But any chance of a quick entry was dashed when I saw our unfortunate bus drivers removing all baggage to be checked.
We were in for a long wait. I was bursting for the toilet and spotted it a few metres up the road. But I was waiting for my sleazy crush to first step into no man’s land and join me.
His eyes sought me out when he did, and he stood close to me. I assumed he couldn’t speak a word of English, but we both knew what we wanted.
I discreetly motioned to the public toilet nearby, and he nodded in agreement. Although he didn’t follow, I suspected he would join me a bit later so as not to arouse suspicion.
As I approached the toilet, a local woman intercepted me and used Google translate to spell out. ”Don’t use toilets. Very nasty inside!” Little did she know, that’s just how I like it.
The Sex Bus To Toilet Debauchery
As I descended the staircase into the underground toilet, I realized she wasn’t joking. Imagine the worst truck stop toilet you’ve ever seen and multiply it by one thousand.
The smell of pee, body odour, and goodness knows what else was a violent assault on the nostrils. But I didn’t care. My only concern was when the Alpha male was going to arrive.
The toilets consisted of row upon row of cubicles with those awful squat toilets inside—basically, a hole in the ground. At the front were an array of sinks that were also in need of a deep clean.
I hung around the sinks and pretended to be fixing my makeup in the mirrors. Due to being a dive of sleaze and an assault on the senses, the unisex toilets were empty.
Then, I heard heavy male footsteps descending the staircase. It was him. Standing behind me, he was staring at me whilst rubbing his length through his trousers again.
I turned around, leaned against the filthy sinks, and stuck my tongue out at him like a whore. If he still had any illusions, they were quashed when I decided to flash my pussy.
His mouth was agape as he rubbed his meat ferociously. I slowly walked towards the toilet stalls with my ass swaying in the air and chose one furthest from the door. It was time.
Dirty Nasty Toilet Sex
As the door slammed behind us, he began to defile me. His tongue violently invaded my throat, and his big hands ruthlessly gripped my nipples as he slammed his groin against mine.
I was ecstatic when his thick fingers tore down my panties and slid into my aching slit. I saw the surprise on his face when he felt my wetness. I was dripping like a true whore.
He turned me around, and I was pinned to the wall with my ass sticking out towards him. He yanked my panties down further and plunged his tongue deep into my waiting cunt.
What are the odds of meeting such a perverted deviant on a random night bus? I thought to myself as I drooled from ecstasy and watched my spit join the mass of piss on the floor.
I felt his beard tickle my pussy lips. The silent, sleazy ambience of the toilet was rudely interrupted by the sloppy sounds of his mouth lapping at my leaking hole.
After a few minutes, I lost control and gushed down my thighs and all over his face. He was left breathless, as if he’d just almost drowned.
Out of breath myself and recovering from an orgasm, I turned to him and said the first words to each other all night: “Fuck me like a whore!”
“I was being fucked bareback by a random man in the filthiest toilet imaginable between two countries. It took no effort for him to defile my holes. I was open to anybody.”
I wasn’t even sure if he could speak English. But he got the message and revealed a beautiful cock that was think, girthy and dripping with precum. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees.
I let him abuse my throat with his divine piece of fuck meat. I sucked and lapped at his balls as a woman possessed. He gripped my head and used me like a cheap fuck doll.
As my blowjob skills plunged him into ecstasy, I soon began to feel damp at the knees. It wasn’t my pussy. It was the abundance of piss on the floor of this sleazy toilet.
His dick was now a throbbing mess of spit and pre-cum. Pinning me against the wall, we didn’t even have time to discuss condoms. He just slid his meat deep inside my cunt.
I gasped as my lips stretched around his girth. I wasn’t even given a chance to get used to him as he began fucking me like a wild animal immediately. His raw cock felt divine!
I slipped and slid on the piss wet floor. As his hanging balls slammed against my engorged clit, he muttered aggressive, sexually-charged words in his local language down my ear.
I moaned like a whore as this stranger’s dick invaded my hole. As I stared down into the abyss of the downright filthy toilet and the piss-soaked floor below, I assessed my life choices.
I was being fucked bareback by a random man in the filthiest toilet imaginable between two countries. It took no effort for him to defile my holes. I was open to anybody.
As the smell of raw sex, piss, and unmistakable sleaze filled my nostrils like a drug, I came to a conclusion. I was living my best life, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Impregnate My Ass, Not My Pussy!
We must have fucked for almost ten minutes when I began to feel his cock starting to harden and twitch. This stud was about to cum, but I didn’t want it in my slit.
I dropped to my knees again, feeling the cool kiss of piss on my knees once more, and covered his dick in a layer of hot, sloppy spit. Then, I bent over and instructed him to eat my ass.
He jammed his thick tongue deep in my forbidden hole and left it layered in his saliva. Reaching for his cock, I guided it into my ass. Spit isn’t the best lube, but it would have to do.
I felt the familiar pop as his dick breached my sphincter before it was welcomed into the soft, warm confines of my slutty ass. He unleashed a loud moan of pleasure at the sensation.
From the sounds of it, this was his first anal experience. Likely, the conservative women he’s used to had never let him near their asses. The poor thing, he only lasted a few minutes.
He slammed into me, pushing my face against the filthy tiles of the public toilet. A seedy grin appeared on my face as I felt the hot, warm ropes of spunk fling deep into my ass.
With an audible shiver, he slid out of my hole with a pop, slapped my ass roughly, and left without saying anything. I took a quick pee and followed him out, not wanting to miss my bus.
Don’t Talk To Whores
Our seedy little escapade was perfectly timed. As we ascended to the surface, the last bags were placed back on the bus, and we were ready to head to the next border control.
Due to the impromptu nature of it all, I had to sit with spunk dribbling out of my stretched out asshole for the rest of the ride. The temptation to rub my pussy silly was overwhelming.
I was completely ignored by the man for the rest of the trip. I mean, who would want to converse with a seedy toilet whore who takes creampies from random men?
When we finally reached the airport, he grabbed his case and disappeared into the crowd without saying anything.
I slipped off to the considerably more luxurious toilets in the departures lounge to change out of my stinking clothes from the border escapade. But that wasn’t all.
Finding a quiet stall, I finger fucked my cum dripping hole and rubbed my clit. As I was on the cusp of orgasm, I sucked my cum-soaked fingers clean and came violently.
A gush of squirt hit the toilet water as I lay there shuddering. It’s safe to say I slept like a log on the flight home. The sex bus was certainly a blessing in disguise. What a trip…
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