5 comments/ 17637 views/ 8 favorites So You Don't Share Seats? By: ChokoLitStixxx332 BASED ON REAL EVENTS... Elizabeth Aurelli was a cute lil white thang. She stood at a diminutive 5'3, and only weighed 140 pounds or so. Her face kind of reminded you of a woman who you could tell had class and sophistication. Even for a bus ride, she was dressed nice in a creme white blouse and black miniskirt. She had on black librarian specs and kept her curly brown hair in an upswept, European styled square bun. Today the 41 year old had to journey from Chicago to Baltimore at the very last minute, so she decided to take the bus. It actually wasn't bad from what she had been told by friends, but Elizabeth just wasn't the type to be boxed in. So she quickly got on the bus and was shocked to find a seat close to the front (albeit the third row) and sat by the window, making sure to spread her jacket over the spare seat. She nervously peaked over the front seat and was fortunate to see the bus driver walk away from the loading dock. "Yes," Elizabeth smiled. "That means that I don't have to share my seat." A few moments passed before the driver returned, but before he could get all the way in his seat, one of the baggage boys yelled, "Hold up. One last passenger." "Oh no," Elizabeth felt her heart sink. She quickly sat up and turned to scan the back of the crowded bus, many people raising their eyebrows at her as she looked around. "I don't know where it is," the bus driver smiled to his last passenger. "But it's on here somewhere. We seat 55 and there's 54 on." "Aiight, bet," a black man anxiously jumped up the steps. He seemed to be a hood type, decked out in gray sweats, hoodie, Kango hat and the black man standard Timbaland construction boots. He quickly walked his 270 pound, 5'11 frame down the aisle and was shocked to find a seat so close to the front. "Do you mind?" he asked, not because he had to-but because it was the polite thing to do. Plus the bus driver had already said one seat left. "Well," Elizabeth played stupid and began to tell a carefully crafted lie, "I-I.. I think somebody is already sitting here. She should be back any minute." "C'mon," the bus driver prompted. "We have to get rolling or we'll be late." The young black man simply turned to the bus driver and shrugged his shoulders. "Is there a problem?" the bus driver took charge. "No, it's just the last time I sat by a man he groped me. I don't do well in cramped quarters. Nothing personal," Elizabeth confessed. "But you only payed for one seat," the bus driver explained. "Sir. Take a seat." "But... but-" "Shut dat shit up," DeQuan tired of the bitchin' and moanin'. "I'm trying to get somewhere just like you are." DeQuan plopped himself down, and being a man, he subconsciously spread his legs, sending his monstrous thighs into Elizabeth. "Hey," she immediately protested. "Look, bitch: it's a fucking bus. We're ALL crowded. Ain't nobody thinking about you." Being a night schedule, many of the passengers soon fell asleep. The bus ride seemed to be going exceptionally smooth until they reached one of the stops, where an elderly man and his wife boarded the bus. "Excuse me," the bus driver stood over DeQuan and Elizabeth's seat. "The front of any bus is reserved for the sick, the elderly and those with any form of impairments." "You don't have to explain it to me, bro," DeQuan was always one to cooperate. Since a few people had also got off, DeQuan stood up to go and find a seat. "But... I... I've been sitting here since-" "Look, miss. You always have options. You can get off and wait for the next schedule, but what you won't do is disrespect the elderly. So move or get off," the bus driver finally lost his patience. Elizabeth complied and began her way down the aisle. Having observed her behavior earlier, many of the passengers refused to let her sit by them and the bus driver didn't seem to have her back. They all figured if she could disrespect the elderly, she was on her own. DeQuan, in the meantime, curled up in the expansive back row, where he could stretch his massive frame over all three seats. "Ex... excuse me," Elizabeth softly whispered. "Nobody will share their seat with me. Can I please sit with you?" "Now isn't it ironic?" DeQuan smiled. "There are some lessons in life that until you learn em- you don't get to graduate." "Okay," a black lady turned around, after observing the entire ordeal of Elizabeth and the elderly passengers. "Look, I do apologize and have learned my lesson. Can I please sit down?" "Yeah, I'm not like dat," DeQuan sat up (hogging up two seats). "You can sit down. But you're on my turf now." Elizabeth humbly scooted past DeQuan and noticed a large bump rising in the center of his sweats, as his knees knocked together. Out of nowhere, the bus suddenly lurched forward and Elizabeth crashed between his legs. "I got you," DeQuan quickly caught her, his lips pretty much breathing in her ear. "See, this don't have to be unpleasant." Elizabeth felt her 'bitch switch' buzzing and started to complain, but instead she leaned into his neck and simply said, "Thank you." LATER THAT NIGHT. .. As the bus lumbered through the night, Elizabeth's long day caught up with her and she collapsed into DeQuan's body as the bus rocked from side to side. Elizabeth was in a deep sleep when DeQuan clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her by the hair into the lavatory. It was barely big enough for one- let alone two- as DeQuan pulled out a switchblade and lifted her face up by the chin. "Don't make me use dis," he nudged her down on the toilet seat. "Just fish out my dick and start sucking." He stripped free of his sweats, but kept on his Kango and Timbalands. He then threw his right leg up on the lavatory trash dispenser, keeping Elizabeth locked in with no sense of escape. While it was true that Elizabeth could barely see in the dimly lit lavatory, it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that brotha man was packing a huge log of chocolate. Elizabeth grabbed his massive ass to steady him and tried to engulf his cock head. "Damn," she sputtered, more to herself than him. "Didn't realize that he was so big." "Ptuhhh," she haulked a wad of spit all over his dick, before closing her eyes and cramming SEVEN INCHES down her throat. "Oh fuck," DeQuan licked his lips, threw his head back and held on to the overhead handlebars. "Dere you go, baby. Try to get it all the way down to the balls." Elizabeth kept it secret from those in her privileged world, but she actually LOVED sucking dicks. That was her thang, especially when a man's dick started to stretch her gullet and make her gag. She didn't know if she was a freak of nature, but it seemed like the more a mans dick choked her- the wetter her pussy would get. "Mmmgaggg," Elizabeth felt her stomach reverse, as DeQuan hit the NINE inch mark. "Only fo'mo' inches to go," DeQuan barked. Elizabeth softly began to bob hoping that as her saliva began to flow, more of his dick would slide into her throat. From time to time, the rear of the most bus seemed to fishtail, which caused her teeth to lightly graze the black man's pleasure rod. "Watch dem teeth, " DeQuan smiled. He then gripped his dick in his left hand, as he palmed the back of her head like a basketball and shoved in even harder. "O god," Elizabeth felt her clit tingling. "Here we go. " "Goooragggg... aggggggg... aggggggg, " DeQuan had stubbornly clamped his tongue over his top lip. determined to get his dick in to the balls. He jumped up on both feet, and when his 270 pound frame sank down... so did the remaining four inches of rock hard black dick. Spit instantly back flowed out of her nose and drained into his pubes, but Elizabeth also experienced a hands free squirting orgasm. "Fuck yea, look at you cumming and shit. Is da dick dat good to you? " For the next ten minutes, Elizabeth pretty much transformed into a dick sucking zombie. She wildly bobbed up and down, and it wasn't until she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror til she seen herself for what she was: a tear strewn, red eyed, dick sucking whore. More determined then ever, she dug all ten fingers in his meaty ass and yanked up while pushing down on her head. She felt her blood vessels dance around and sounded like a dying cow as she made up in her mind not to move until the FUCKING NIGGER drained his balls down her throat. Out of nowhere, the bus hit a huge pothole (lifting both bodies in the air) and when they came down- the force of gravity PLUNGED her face into his nutsac. "Holy fuckin hell," the black stud rolled his eyes into the back of his skull. "I'm fucking cumming. Unnhhhhhhhh... " As the huge dick throbbed in her throat, Elizabeth refused to move (with the exception of rattling her head like a rabid pit bull) as she was determined to drain da nigga dry. Once he finished nutting, he got dressed and returned to his seat. Later, and once the bus reached a driver change location, the black bus driver went out of his way to apologize for Elizabeth's snobby behavior. "Sir, thanks for not losing your patience. It makes things easier for me." "Nah, nigga, don't worry. I deal with bitches like her err'yday... "