I am a trolleybus slut.

I used to hate trolleybuses. Especially during rush hour. It was amazing how a few square meters of the cabin could fit so many people. However, it so happened that I could get to my university on a single trolleybus without transfers, or on three buses, so I chose the economical crampedness of the trolleybus cabin.

That day, rush hour was particularly unbearable. There was still an hour's ride to my stop, and already about four people were pressing against me from all sides. I was standing right in the center of the trolleybus cabin, barely holding onto the overhead handrails.

And then, unexpectedly, I realized someone had positioned themselves behind me... I had encountered frottage practitioners

before—that is, those who in crowded transport position themselves against your butt and rub their cock against it—but I had always managed to dodge the persistent groper and move aside. However, this time I was surrounded, and my attempts to shift my position were met with sharp elbows and disapproving coughs from my neighbors. "Well," I decided, "I'll just have to endure it a little. He'll rub and calm down..."

I must say, the person who had positioned himself behind me smelled very pleasant. While I was sniffing the surprisingly masculine scent of the stranger's cologne, he was unobtrusively and rhythmically pushing his rock-hard cock, encased in jeans (yes, they were jeans, I could feel the rough denim fabric), against my thin-skirt-clad butt. I was terribly curious about what the stranger looked like, but I couldn't turn around in the crush, and I decided to pretend not to notice anything. "I wonder if he noticed there's no underwear under the skirt," I thought with a start.

The stranger's hands wandered over my body. He took hold of my waist to press me harder against him as he performed his thrusts. I realized with surprise that I liked it. His hands were stroking my butt, pleasant sensations were building inside me. My pussy got terribly wet. Ah, how nice it was...

But suddenly I felt him lifting my skirt from behind (oh shit! He realized I wasn't wearing panties!!) and something huge, firm, and hot was pressing between my legs.

I realized WHAT he was about to do and in a panic, with jerky movements, I tried to break free from his grasp. Useless... I couldn't even breathe freely in the trolleybus crush.

And then... a wild, depraved, reckless thought came to me... Not to resist, to give myself to an unknown man in a crowd of people, to feel like a real slut... I had wanted this for a long time, ever since I was eighteen, curling my legs up and amusing myself with my fingers in my pussy.

I arched my back as much as possible... The huge cock began to joyfully and slowly enter my heated pussy. The stranger pushed the smooth head of his thick shaft deeper and deeper into me. Moaning, I gripped the handrails tighter.

He fucked me with all his might, rammed his incredibly sized cock its full length into me, thrusting in and out... thrusting in and out... He kneaded my soft tits under my blouse in front of everyone (though no one noticed or pretended not to, at any rate) and fucked me sooo deep, as I thought was impossible.

— Biiitch, fuuuuck..." he rasped in my ear, and I felt his cock as if it were growing in size and tearing me to pieces. It was both painful and good. I was flowing... I was moaning... I was wiggling my ass to meet his thrusts... clenching his huge shaft in my pussy... Forcefully screwing myself onto the cock like the last slut.

He began to fuck me inhumanly hard... I felt his hard balls slapping against my ass furiously. The stranger drove and drove his burning hot cock into me... And, thrusting it in deep, with such force that I cried out in pain, he, pounding my pussy and cursing, came inside me with a hot stream of cum... I came at the same second, trembling and biting my lips in frantic orgasmic convulsions.

Unable to comprehend myself or what was happening, not noticing how the cock that had shaken me slowly slid out of my trembling pussy, not seeing the surprised and indignant faces of the passengers, nor the business card the stranger had slipped into my palm, I felt like the happiest slut in the world...

When I came to my senses, the stranger was already gone... I got off at my stop, smiled broadly, and straightened my skirt. I called the stranger that same evening...