03-11-2025, 06:38 PM
Saga 11 - Bus ka love - Scene 1
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The last encounter had only sharpened her hunger. She wanted more. She wanted the anonymous crush of a crowd, the feel of unknown hands, the thrill of being desired by everyone and owned by no one. She craved the "pure love" of raw, lust.
She walked to the bus stop, her short denim skirt barely covering her ass, her tight white crop top straining against her huge, unsupported breasts. The stop was crowded, mostly with laborers and working-class men, their faces tired, their eyes hollow. And then, their eyes found her. A low murmur started, a shift in the air. She smiled. She didn't just stand and wait. She began to walk among them.
She brushed past a tall man, her fingers "accidentally" grazing the front of his trousers, right over his zipper.
Dipa: (a low, breathy whisper) Such a long, hard day. You must be so tense… right here.
Man 1: (gasping) Memsahab… you… what are you…
She didn't wait for his reply, moving on, her heavy breast brushing against the arm of another man.
Man 2: (a crude growl) Fucking hell… look at the tits on this raand (whore). Bouncing free. She’s begging for it.
Man 3: Look at that skirt. It doesn't even cover her ass cheeks. She wants us to look. She’s a high-class whore looking for a good time.
A rougher-looking man, his face scarred, stepped directly into her path, blocking her.
Bolder Man: You like playing games, Memsahab? Walking around like this, touching men, teasing us when we haven't had a woman in weeks?
Dipa: (looking up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded) I'm not teasing. I just… like being close to people. I'm looking for… a real feeling.
Bolder Man: A real feeling, huh? I’ll give you a real fucking feeling. You like this?
He grabbed her hand, his fingers digging into her soft palm. He pulled her closer, his other hand gripping her waist, his thumb pressing into her belly just below her navel.
Dipa: Yes… I like a man who isn't afraid to take what he wants.
Bolder Man: Good.
He smashed his mouth onto hers. It was a brutal, sloppy kiss, tasting of cheap liquor and sweat. He forced his tongue into her mouth right there at the bus stop. The other men erupted in a chorus of hoots and catcalls.
Man 2: Share her, bhai! There's enough for everyone!
Man 3: Look at her, she’s loving it! She’s kissing him back!
Man 1: Fucking slut! Kiss me next!
Dipa: (pulling back, breathless) Mmmm… very good. But the bus is here.
The bus groaned to a stop, its doors hissing open. The crowd surged forward. The Bolder Man pushed Dipa from behind, his hand flat on her bare ass.
Bolder Man: Get in, slut. We'll finish this inside.
She was swallowed by the crush of bodies, intentionally positioning herself in the densest part of the crowd. She was immediately pushed from behind, from the sides, and in front. Hands were everywhere.
Man 1: (his hand cupping her ass cheek) Fuck! She’s not wearing any panties! Her ass is bare under this skirt! I can feel her fucking crack!
Man 2: (his hand clumsy, grabbing her breast) And these tits… are Mangoes! They’re real! So heavy! And no fucking bra!
Dipa: (moaning, leaning back into the hands) Mmmm… yes… touch me… I’m so… hungry… so wet for you all…
Men’s faces were close to her chest, their hot, foul breath washing over her skin. She was loving it.
Man 3: (his face near hers, his voice a growl) Hungry? I’ll feed you, slut. I’ll give you my cock to suck on.
He lunged forward and kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, his hand groping her crotch from the side. Dipa was in ecstasy. She was being groped, fondled, kissed, and pushed by a dozen different men at once, their bodies a wall of raw, masculine hunger. She was so excited, so ready for them.
Bolder Man: (whispering, hot and wet, in her ear) That’s it. You’re mine now. You asked for this.
He held her pinned against him with his body. At the same moment, a different man (Man 5) standing directly in front of her, saw his opportunity. Her top had ridden up, exposing the heavy underside of her breast. He reached out, pulled the flimsy crop top down a little bit.
Man 5: Look at that! A fucking milk-tank!
Dipa: (screaming, her voice a mix of shock and pure pleasure) Oh, FUCK! YES! I want you all to SUCK IT when we are inside the bus.
Bolder Man: FUCK! You’re so wet! You were made for this!
Bolder Man: Yeah, you fucking slut! I will touch you EVERYWHERE !
The bus rumbled down the road, Dipa boarded the bus after getting pushed by a massive load of cock.
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The last encounter had only sharpened her hunger. She wanted more. She wanted the anonymous crush of a crowd, the feel of unknown hands, the thrill of being desired by everyone and owned by no one. She craved the "pure love" of raw, lust.
She walked to the bus stop, her short denim skirt barely covering her ass, her tight white crop top straining against her huge, unsupported breasts. The stop was crowded, mostly with laborers and working-class men, their faces tired, their eyes hollow. And then, their eyes found her. A low murmur started, a shift in the air. She smiled. She didn't just stand and wait. She began to walk among them.
She brushed past a tall man, her fingers "accidentally" grazing the front of his trousers, right over his zipper.
Dipa: (a low, breathy whisper) Such a long, hard day. You must be so tense… right here.
Man 1: (gasping) Memsahab… you… what are you…
She didn't wait for his reply, moving on, her heavy breast brushing against the arm of another man.
Man 2: (a crude growl) Fucking hell… look at the tits on this raand (whore). Bouncing free. She’s begging for it.
Man 3: Look at that skirt. It doesn't even cover her ass cheeks. She wants us to look. She’s a high-class whore looking for a good time.
A rougher-looking man, his face scarred, stepped directly into her path, blocking her.
Bolder Man: You like playing games, Memsahab? Walking around like this, touching men, teasing us when we haven't had a woman in weeks?
Dipa: (looking up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded) I'm not teasing. I just… like being close to people. I'm looking for… a real feeling.
Bolder Man: A real feeling, huh? I’ll give you a real fucking feeling. You like this?
He grabbed her hand, his fingers digging into her soft palm. He pulled her closer, his other hand gripping her waist, his thumb pressing into her belly just below her navel.
Dipa: Yes… I like a man who isn't afraid to take what he wants.
Bolder Man: Good.
He smashed his mouth onto hers. It was a brutal, sloppy kiss, tasting of cheap liquor and sweat. He forced his tongue into her mouth right there at the bus stop. The other men erupted in a chorus of hoots and catcalls.
Man 2: Share her, bhai! There's enough for everyone!
Man 3: Look at her, she’s loving it! She’s kissing him back!
Man 1: Fucking slut! Kiss me next!
Dipa: (pulling back, breathless) Mmmm… very good. But the bus is here.
The bus groaned to a stop, its doors hissing open. The crowd surged forward. The Bolder Man pushed Dipa from behind, his hand flat on her bare ass.
Bolder Man: Get in, slut. We'll finish this inside.
She was swallowed by the crush of bodies, intentionally positioning herself in the densest part of the crowd. She was immediately pushed from behind, from the sides, and in front. Hands were everywhere.
Man 1: (his hand cupping her ass cheek) Fuck! She’s not wearing any panties! Her ass is bare under this skirt! I can feel her fucking crack!
Man 2: (his hand clumsy, grabbing her breast) And these tits… are Mangoes! They’re real! So heavy! And no fucking bra!
Dipa: (moaning, leaning back into the hands) Mmmm… yes… touch me… I’m so… hungry… so wet for you all…
Men’s faces were close to her chest, their hot, foul breath washing over her skin. She was loving it.
Man 3: (his face near hers, his voice a growl) Hungry? I’ll feed you, slut. I’ll give you my cock to suck on.
He lunged forward and kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, his hand groping her crotch from the side. Dipa was in ecstasy. She was being groped, fondled, kissed, and pushed by a dozen different men at once, their bodies a wall of raw, masculine hunger. She was so excited, so ready for them.
Bolder Man: (whispering, hot and wet, in her ear) That’s it. You’re mine now. You asked for this.
He held her pinned against him with his body. At the same moment, a different man (Man 5) standing directly in front of her, saw his opportunity. Her top had ridden up, exposing the heavy underside of her breast. He reached out, pulled the flimsy crop top down a little bit.
Man 5: Look at that! A fucking milk-tank!
Dipa: (screaming, her voice a mix of shock and pure pleasure) Oh, FUCK! YES! I want you all to SUCK IT when we are inside the bus.
Bolder Man: FUCK! You’re so wet! You were made for this!
Bolder Man: Yeah, you fucking slut! I will touch you EVERYWHERE !
The bus rumbled down the road, Dipa boarded the bus after getting pushed by a massive load of cock.
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