04-11-2025, 03:22 AM
Saga 11 - Bus ka love - Scene 3
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Dipa was panting, her body trembling in the afterglow of her first, powerful climax, her pussy still aching and stretched from Harish’s (Man 2) seed.
Her crop top was still hiked up under her armpits, her massive, milk-slicked breasts bare and gleaming with the saliva of the men who had just suckled them.
Her short skirt was bunched around her hips, her bare ass and cunt, sticky with semen, exposed to the humid air of the bus.
Man 3 (Kiran): Fucking hell… she took it. She took it all. Look at her, she’s smiling.
Rakesh (Bolder Man): She’s a born raand. She loves it. And we’re not done. My stop is last. We’re all going to have a turn.
Dipa: (a low, breathy laugh) I’m not done either. But… it’s not fair that only you in the back get to have fun. I want… I want everyone to have a taste. I have to get to the front.
Rakesh: You… you want to walk? Through the whole bus? Like… like that?
He gestured to her naked breasts and ass.
Dipa: Yes. I want everyone to see. I want them all to touch me. I'm here for all of you. Please… let me pass.
Rakesh stared at her for a second, a look of pure, astonished lust on his face. He then let out a bark of laughter.
Rakesh: Let her pass! Let the Memsahab go! But everyone, remember… you have to pay the toll!
The men in the back row parted, creating a small pathway. Dipa took a step, her bare ass cheeks jiggling, her heavy tits bouncing. The men in the next section of the bus, who had only heard the commotion, now saw her. Their jaws dropped.
Man 6: Holy… shit… is she… she’s naked!
Dipa: (smiling at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and loving) Touch me. It's okay. Am I real?
She walked right up to him and pushed her right breast into his trembling, dirty hand.
Man 6: (gasping as he cupped the heavy flesh) Fuck… it’s… it’s real… so heavy… so soft… Memsahab…
Dipa: I am here for you. All of you. This is my "pure love" for you. Now, kiss me.
Man 6: Here?
Dipa: Yes.
He lunged forward and kissed her, a sloppy, desperate kiss, his other hand immediately diving under her skirt, his fingers finding her dripping-wet cunt.
Dipa: AHHH! YES! FINGER ME! I'M SO WET!
Man 7: (pushing Man 6 aside) My turn! Let me taste her!
He grabbed her, not for a kiss, but for her other breast. He buried his face in the soft flesh, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard.
Dipa: MMMM! YES! SUCK IT! DRINK MY MILK! I'M YOURS!
She was a living feast, and she was moving slowly, step by step, down the aisle of the bus. It was a gauntlet of pure lust. Every man she passed took his share.
Man 8: (grabbing her ass from behind) Fucking hell! What a perfect gaand! I want to bite it!
Dipa: Then bite it!
He did, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh, leaving a mark. She screamed in pleasure.
Man 9: (kissing her neck, his hands squeezing her tits) You’re a fucking goddess… an Aphrodite…
Dipa: I am! I’m your goddess! And you are all my devotees! Worship me! Take your offering!
A hand from the side twisted her nipple, hard. She cried out. Another hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing deep inside her.
Dipa: (grinding against the hand) YES! FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS! I NEED A COCK! PLEASE!
Man 10: (his face at her pussy level as she's pushed against him) I can smell your cunt… fuck… it smells so good… like a high-class whore… I want to eat it…
Dipa: Yes… please… eat me… fuck me… I'm for everyone… I'm your dirty slut… I love you all… I love how much you want me…
She was in a state of complete, ecstatic bliss. This was the "pure love" she had been craving. No judgment, no rules, just the raw, anonymous, collective desire of dozens of men. She had never felt so attached, so connected, so worshipped in her entire life. Her body was a public sacrament, and she was giving herself to them freely, her heart overflowing with a twisted, carnal joy.
She was at the front of the bus. The men nearest the driver were watching in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of terror and arousal. The driver himself was staring at her, his face pale, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He could see everything. He could see her bare breasts, her skin, her ass exposed to the men who were still groping her from behind.
The bus slowed for a stop.
Dipa: (panting, turning to the men around her) Thank you… thank you all… you were all so wonderful… my loves…
She gave a final, deep, wet kiss to the man nearest her, then, in a final act of glorious defiance, she didn’t bother to pull her top down. She walked the last few steps to the front of the bus, past the stunned driver, her heavy breasts and bare ass on full display.
Dipa: (smiling at the driver) My stop.
The doors hissed open. She stepped off the bus and onto the street, leaving behind a carriage full of stunned, sweating, and utterly traumatized men. She stood on the pavement for a moment, the cool evening air washing over her naked, feverish skin. Then, with a triumphant, sated smile, she calmly pulled her top down, tugged her skirt into place, and began the walk home.
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Dipa was panting, her body trembling in the afterglow of her first, powerful climax, her pussy still aching and stretched from Harish’s (Man 2) seed.
Her crop top was still hiked up under her armpits, her massive, milk-slicked breasts bare and gleaming with the saliva of the men who had just suckled them.
Her short skirt was bunched around her hips, her bare ass and cunt, sticky with semen, exposed to the humid air of the bus.
Man 3 (Kiran): Fucking hell… she took it. She took it all. Look at her, she’s smiling.
Rakesh (Bolder Man): She’s a born raand. She loves it. And we’re not done. My stop is last. We’re all going to have a turn.
Dipa: (a low, breathy laugh) I’m not done either. But… it’s not fair that only you in the back get to have fun. I want… I want everyone to have a taste. I have to get to the front.
Rakesh: You… you want to walk? Through the whole bus? Like… like that?
He gestured to her naked breasts and ass.
Dipa: Yes. I want everyone to see. I want them all to touch me. I'm here for all of you. Please… let me pass.
Rakesh stared at her for a second, a look of pure, astonished lust on his face. He then let out a bark of laughter.
Rakesh: Let her pass! Let the Memsahab go! But everyone, remember… you have to pay the toll!
The men in the back row parted, creating a small pathway. Dipa took a step, her bare ass cheeks jiggling, her heavy tits bouncing. The men in the next section of the bus, who had only heard the commotion, now saw her. Their jaws dropped.
Man 6: Holy… shit… is she… she’s naked!
Dipa: (smiling at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and loving) Touch me. It's okay. Am I real?
She walked right up to him and pushed her right breast into his trembling, dirty hand.
Man 6: (gasping as he cupped the heavy flesh) Fuck… it’s… it’s real… so heavy… so soft… Memsahab…
Dipa: I am here for you. All of you. This is my "pure love" for you. Now, kiss me.
Man 6: Here?
Dipa: Yes.
He lunged forward and kissed her, a sloppy, desperate kiss, his other hand immediately diving under her skirt, his fingers finding her dripping-wet cunt.
Dipa: AHHH! YES! FINGER ME! I'M SO WET!
Man 7: (pushing Man 6 aside) My turn! Let me taste her!
He grabbed her, not for a kiss, but for her other breast. He buried his face in the soft flesh, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard.
Dipa: MMMM! YES! SUCK IT! DRINK MY MILK! I'M YOURS!
She was a living feast, and she was moving slowly, step by step, down the aisle of the bus. It was a gauntlet of pure lust. Every man she passed took his share.
Man 8: (grabbing her ass from behind) Fucking hell! What a perfect gaand! I want to bite it!
Dipa: Then bite it!
He did, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh, leaving a mark. She screamed in pleasure.
Man 9: (kissing her neck, his hands squeezing her tits) You’re a fucking goddess… an Aphrodite…
Dipa: I am! I’m your goddess! And you are all my devotees! Worship me! Take your offering!
A hand from the side twisted her nipple, hard. She cried out. Another hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing deep inside her.
Dipa: (grinding against the hand) YES! FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS! I NEED A COCK! PLEASE!
Man 10: (his face at her pussy level as she's pushed against him) I can smell your cunt… fuck… it smells so good… like a high-class whore… I want to eat it…
Dipa: Yes… please… eat me… fuck me… I'm for everyone… I'm your dirty slut… I love you all… I love how much you want me…
She was in a state of complete, ecstatic bliss. This was the "pure love" she had been craving. No judgment, no rules, just the raw, anonymous, collective desire of dozens of men. She had never felt so attached, so connected, so worshipped in her entire life. Her body was a public sacrament, and she was giving herself to them freely, her heart overflowing with a twisted, carnal joy.
She was at the front of the bus. The men nearest the driver were watching in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of terror and arousal. The driver himself was staring at her, his face pale, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He could see everything. He could see her bare breasts, her skin, her ass exposed to the men who were still groping her from behind.
The bus slowed for a stop.
Dipa: (panting, turning to the men around her) Thank you… thank you all… you were all so wonderful… my loves…
She gave a final, deep, wet kiss to the man nearest her, then, in a final act of glorious defiance, she didn’t bother to pull her top down. She walked the last few steps to the front of the bus, past the stunned driver, her heavy breasts and bare ass on full display.
Dipa: (smiling at the driver) My stop.
The doors hissed open. She stepped off the bus and onto the street, leaving behind a carriage full of stunned, sweating, and utterly traumatized men. She stood on the pavement for a moment, the cool evening air washing over her naked, feverish skin. Then, with a triumphant, sated smile, she calmly pulled her top down, tugged her skirt into place, and began the walk home.
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