Busty Shuttle Bus Driver Gets Stuffed by Young Stud in Parking Lot

As the airport shuttle bus pulled up to the curb, Brandon couldn't help but notice he was the only one to get on; much like he couldn't help but notice the African American woman in her late 40s, who sat behind the wheel. She wore glasses and was clad in a t-shirt that hugged her breasts, while the bottom part of her body was covered by black leggings.

"Sir, you're going to have to put on a shirt before you enter the bus," she said, her eyes lingering a bit too long on him.

Her voice held a husky undertone that made him shiver.

Brandon turned around to see her fully, and she was even more attractive than he first thought. Her ebony skin glistened under the fluorescent lights, and her short black hair framed her face perfectly. "Okay," he replied, quickly slipping back into his hoodie.

They both seemed to release a frustrated sigh when a group of passengers scurried onto the bus at the last minute.

As they drove away from the airport, the tension between them grew thicker and more palpable. The other passengers chatted amongst themselves, oblivious to the budding attraction between the two.

Amara couldn't believe how lucky she was today. It wasn't often that she got a ride alone with such a gorgeous young man. Brandon could feel her gaze on him, and he glanced over his shoulder to meet her eyes. She smiled nervously, and he returned the gesture awkwardly.

As the minutes ticked by, Amara found an excuse to look over at Brandon every few seconds. He looked down at his phone and then up again, and every time, she was staring right at him. She looked away, trying to keep her thoughts occupied on something harmless until dropping the passengers off at their cars.

Once that was finished, she grinned, knowing the young man was the last person on the shuttle bus. Glancing in the rearview mirror, her eyes got big when she witnessed him shirtless once more, although this time he was reclined on the cushioned bench seating at the rear of the bus. What's more, the band of his boxers was sticking out above his shorts, tempting her.

His chest muscles rippled slightly as he shifted position, and Amara found herself biting her lip, trying not to let her mouth hang open.

"Sweetie, where is your car parked?"

"It's parked wherever you want it to be," he teased. His voice was deep and smooth, just like his muscular form. Amara swallowed hard, her heart pounding against her chest.

"Are you turned on, ma'am?"

"Yes, I am," she answered, ignoring the noise from her walkie talkie.

After a few more seconds of driving around, she glanced once more in the rearview mirror, the shuttle bus hitting a chain link fence as her jaw dropped.

Now the young stud was naked, except for his socks and shoes. His head was propped up by his palm, his body extended against the row of seats. His penis hung down, her hands shaking at the size of it.

"Oh, shit," she moaned.

"Bus 293, was that you that just hit the chain link fence? I repeat --,"

"Man, shut the fuck up," she retorted, throwing the walkie talkie out the window, relishing as it smashed onto the pavement.

Turning the headlights off so she couldn't be tracked, she sped through the parking lot and out the exit, her coworkers cheering her on as they assumed she had said 'fuck this place!'.

Gunning it, the old shitty bus hurried down the road, eventually stopping at a secluded location. Once there, she turned the engine off and went to the back of the bus to meet the young man. Jumping on top of him, she started kissing him, unsure when in her life she might get it on with a man half her age. In response, he put his hands on her back, bringing her in close.

They continued to kiss passionately, their tongues intertwining, exploring new territories. He tasted different from any man she had ever kissed--more intense, more intoxicating. Amara wrapped her arms around him, feeling his strong, toned body beneath her. She felt a fire ignite within her, a hunger she hadn't known existed. Their lips met again, this time with an urgency that reflected the building desire between them. As their tongues danced, their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, searching for hidden treasures. Amara's fingers traced the contours of Brandon's chest, marveling at the strength underneath her fingertips. Meanwhile, Brandon squeezed her tits, her hand tenderly stroking his cock.

He could sense a burning intensity in her touch, a fiery determination that matched his own lustful desires. Their bodies were flush against each other, and the heat between them was palpable. Every nerve ending in Amara's body was screaming for release, her pussy throbbing with need.

"Let me taste you," she purred, pulling away from the kiss.

With a grin, she slid off her t-shirt, revealing the bra beneath. Brandon's eyes widened in appreciation, reaching out to cup her breasts.

He ran his thumb across her nipple, watching it pucker up tightly. Amara let out a soft gasp, her hips bucking forward instinctively. Brandon's eyes flashed mischievously, and he pulled her bra strap down, exposing her breast further. He suckled her breast gently, causing Amara to arch her back and cry out in pleasure.

"I've never had a white cock inside me before," she said, her tone giddy.

"And I've never been with someone twice my age," he countered, looking directly into her eyes. "The way we are breaking all these rules makes us even hotter together."

"Agreed!"

In a flash, Brandon grabbed hold of her athleisure pants and panties, bringing them down. Amara assisted in removing them, leaving them both buck naked.

"Get on my cock," he gasped, laying flat on the cushions. She did so, her wetness making her entry easier.

Together, they moaned, his hands holding her hips from below as she slammed down on his rod from above.

He loved the control she took, dominating him in ways no other woman had before. She rode him, grinding against him, her pussy walls tightening around his erection. Each thrust pushed them closer to ecstasy, their breathing heavy and ragged.

"Fuck me harder, baby," Amara urged, her voice strained.

Without hesitation, Brandon reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly. This caused her to bounce up and down faster, her inner muscles contracting tightly around his dick.

She watched his erection disappear and reappear, the sweat glistening on his forehead. The sound of their mutual pleasure mingled with the rhythmic slapping of flesh, creating a symphony of pleasure in the otherwise quiet night, the suspension on the bus creaking and squeaking.

"Harder, baby, harder!" Amara cried out, her voice hoarse from unbridled lust. Brandon responded, gripping her waist tighter, helping her rise and fall faster.

"Your pussy feels so good around my cock," he groaned.

"Shiiiittt! I ain't been on a dick this big in years," she said, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"My God, it feels so fucking good, doesn't it?"

A low, guttural growl escaped his throat, his grip tightening on her hips. He thrust upwards, meeting her downward motion, their bodies slamming together in rhythmic harmony. With each collision, their moans reverberated off the metal walls of the shuttle bus, adding to the cacophony of their passionate lovemaking.

Amara felt her orgasm approaching, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Harder, baby," she whimpered, digging her nails into his chest. Brandon obliged, grunting loudly as he thrust upward, matching her movements. Their bodies merged, the friction sending sparks flying through them. Amara screamed louder as he drove deeper, his shaft disappearing as he went in "balls-deep."

"Fuck me doggystyle," she screamed, rearranging her body onto all fours.

Brandon adjusted himself, kneeling behind her. He grasped her waist, aligning his member with her entrance. With a single, forceful thrust, he entered her, filling her with his massive erection.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Amara yelled, arching her back and pushing her hips back into him. Brandon gripped her hips tightly, pumping into her relentlessly. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, overwhelming her senses.

Brandon grunted, continuing to pump into her mercilessly. Amara felt her body quivering with delight, her pussy muscles tightening around his throbbing member. The sensation was electrifying, a potent cocktail of pain and pleasure colliding in her most sensitive regions. Faster and deeper he went, until orgasm hit. When it did, he pulled his big member out, draining his seed all over her curvy backside, as if it was a canvas for his paintbrush. Together, they panted, the shuttle bus no longer rockin’ as they held each other tight.

THE END