The Bus Driver's Surprise

Robert pulled his dick out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. "Very good, Tom," he whispered. "How about we find a more suitable place for us to continue our fun?" I wasn't quite sure what he meant. Then I remembered that we were still in the entryway of my house, and he wanted to find a more intimate area. I was in heaven while sucking his cock and hadn't quite come back to earth yet.

"Yes, sir," I said. "Right this way." I led him to my bedroom.

When we got to my bedroom, he closed the door behind us. I lived in the house alone; why was he closing it? Without seeing the surprised look on my face, Robert said, "I'm closing the door because I want to." His tone of voice was intimidating. "Now take off all of your clothes, then get on the bed."

He turned around in time to see me strip down. He could see that my cock was hard and my hands were shaking from how nervous I was. I was no longer sure what to expect from this encounter. Regardless, I got on the bed and awaited his next order.

I saw him pull out two pairs of handcuffs from his back pockets. I hadn't noticed those before! I thought I had felt him down while I was sucking him off... my heart started beating even faster.

He spoke up. "Roll over onto your stomach, and stretch out your arms." I did as I was told. He handcuffed each of my wrists to each post of my headboard. My arms were now outstretched and my ass was in the air. I knew what was coming next.

Robert got on the bed, his dick still hanging out of his jeans from earlier. Again, I took note of his crisp button-up shirt and his pair of new jeans. He looked marvelous, even from my limited view of him.

I asked, "Aren't you going to strip down?"

Robert smiled. "Oh no, I'm going to fuck you just like this. I love to make a slave feel my clothes against his skin." I couldn't believe it. I knew I was going to get a different kind of pleasure from him.

I had gone back to facing the wall, prepared and excited for the inevitable.

"But first..." he said, then trailed off.

"'But first' what?" I asked.

All of a sudden, I felt his tongue in my ass. I felt him circle it and spit in it, lubing it up and seeing how tight it was.

"There we go," he said. "Now, we can get down to business."

With that, he put his hands on my waist and stuck his cock in me. I exhaled, shocked by the feeling of it. It was the perfect size: not too big, not too small. "Oh my god, you're so tight!" he exclaimed.

He began thrusting, slowly and carefully. It was only getting better. I continually pushed my ass onto him more and more, begging to be fucked even harder. I could also feel his jeans rubbing my butt cheeks, and I was getting even more turned on. He didn't increase his speed, though. He chuckled. "Oh, you're a hungry slave, aren't you? You're going to have to wait to be fed!"

My arms still outstretched and being held in place by the handcuffs, I was sure I was about to cum, whether or not he decided to speed up. Right then, he surprised me; he reached around my waist with his right hand and started jerking me off. His hand was perfectly in sync with his thrusting; I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Oh my... " I started cumming. I shot it everywhere. It was a wonderful scene. I didn't know I had so much cum in me.

Robert didn't skip a beat, though. He kept going. "Well, there you go!" he said. He started thrusting harder and faster, still jerking my dick and getting every last bit of cum out.

Then he stopped thrusting, pulled his cock out of me, then put his hands back on my waist. He pushed his dick back into me, as far as he could, pulling me on it as hard as he could. "There..." he said. I didn't feel his cum, but I knew it was over. 

He pulled out and got off the bed. He put his dick back in his jeans, zipped them up, then walked out of the bedroom. 

I was still handcuffed to the bed. How was I going to escape? I yelled to him, "Hey, where are you going? I haven't been released yet!"

I heard him respond, "I'll be right back! Don't run away!"

to be continued...