I am eighteen years old and ride the bus home every evening from dance practice. I am really too young for this long bus ride so late at night with all these strangers. I know my parents would think so, so I lie to them and let them think I get a ride home from a friend every night. Most of the faces on the bus have remained unfamiliar, but I first noticed you about a week ago. You are always on the same bus with me and l...

When I came home that night after the bus, I felt so thoroughly fucked and used. I felt so dirty, but I didn't shower because I wanted to smell of sex and sweat and your cum. I stripped naked, got in my bed, and made myself cum with my fingers in my pussy so many times that I lost count. I pictured you in my mind and remembered how you had taken control of me on the bus, used me, and had your way with me. A wave of euphor...

Today, instead of going to dance practice, I go to a special hotel where you told me to go. You are waiting for me in a beautiful top-floor suite, sitting on the luxurious couch, wearing your businessman suit and sipping a drink. I put down my school backpack, and I am very aware of how I am dressed. I wear my school’s standard uniform for girls: a white blouse with a blue striped tie, a blue blazer emblazoned with my sch...