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| This crying porn preview is one of the many exclusive crying orgasm stories that can be found on the Crygasm.com website along with many HD crying sex videos and quality high-res crying model pictures. The other day I was down at the bus stop waiting for the 1:15 to show up and take me home. Tending bar isn’t as easy as it looks and standing outside on a cold winter night in the early AM hours doesn’t make it any easier. As the bus turned the corner on its way toward my stop I could see the headlights shining through the falling snow and I reached into my pocket to grab a handful of change. I take the same bus four nights a week and it’s always totally empty by the time I get on it. When I’m working behind the bar I have to make small talk with all of the guys... and they just want to get a good look at my tits. They could care less what I’m saying, just so long as they can see my cleavage and the bottom of my breasts bulging out from underneath my bikini top. That’s the blessing and the curse of having natural 36D tits I guess… I get much better tips but most guys don’t really care all that much about the rest of me. For the past few weeks the bus driver has been starting-up some small talk with me during my ride home. It’s about a 20 minute ride from this stop to my house and he seems like a really sweet guy. He’s only ever seen me with my winter coat on, so he isn’t even checking me out really, just sees I’m a lonely single mom trying to make a living and wants to make my ride home a little nicer I guess. It helps him pass the time too… I wonder if he feels the same way about me that I feel about the guys at the bar lol. Anyway, the bus pulls up and the doors open with a gush of warm air blowing in my face. As I stepped up onto the bus I started sorting through the change in my hand and realized I was a dime short. I had bills from my tips and whatnot but they have this big sign right as you get on the bus that says 'Exact Change Only'. This was the last bus out to my place that night and there is no way I would call my ex-husband for another ride after what happened the last time… hell, I’d rather walk home in the snow than call him again. “What’s up buttercup?” the driver asked as I hesitated on the bus steps. “I’m short a dime, you don’t have change for a dollar do ya?” “Actually no, I don’t carry any cash with me on the route since a couple other drivers got held up for pocket money a few weeks ago” he replied. Then a strange voice from a few rows back on the bus spoke up “I’ve got exact change for ya missy” he squawked as he started walking toward the Fee Box. He dropped in some change and sat back down, looking at me with this weird look in his eye. I said thanks and sat down on the bench across the aisle from the one he was on. “My name is Manny” he whispered with a grin as he got up from his bench and sat down next to me on mine. I got that strange feeling I get in the bar when a guy is going to try something creepy… he didn’t ask if he could sit next to me, he just assumed he could do whatever he wanted. “What’s your name?” he hissed as he slid his arm along the back of my seat and rested his hand on the other side of where I was sitting. “Nice to meet you Manny” I said in a soft calm voice, “If you don’t mind I’m going to…” my voice muted and my eyes widened as I saw him pull his jacket aside to show me the gun he had sticking out of his waistband. When I looked up I could see fire in his eyes. He wasn’t smiling or frowning, just kind of expressionless as he blurted out loud “How much longer til we get to our stop?” He said ‘OUR’ stop I thought in horror as my mind raced and I started to panic. “Just be cool and we will both be fine” he whispered while his hand behind me started toying with the ends of my curly blonde hair. It was just three of us on the bus, me Manny and the bus driver but there was no way I could get driver’s attention without risking my health. If we got off the bus together who knows what might happen… it’s not like my street is well lit or like I walk passed any stores on my way from the bus stop to my house. My mind was still muddled as the bus arrived at my stop. The doors at the front and back of the bus began to open. Manny stood up in the aisle and was blocking me from exiting toward the front of the bus. It was clear he wanted me to exit out the back so he could follow after me. I started to stand up and my legs were quivering the Driver suddenly said “Miss, you dropped your glove when you got on… c’mon up and get it please so I can get moving. Can’t be late at the next stop you know.” I wished I could have just sprinted down the aisle of the bus to get to the driver but Manny was standing in the way. “I’ll get it for you Miss…” Manny said as he pulled back his jacket so only I could see the hilt of his gun warning me to ‘be cool.’ He casually turned around with this confident aura like he knew he had a sure thing about to happen and he could practically taste my tears already. “Thanks” he murmured as he leaned forward to take the glove from the driver when a big white cloud of fog began spewing out toward him from the driver’s seat! Manny fell to the ground almost immediately and started writhing around gasping for air! The driver leaped out of his seat through the fog onto Manny and wrestled him down the steps and out off the bus onto the pavement. The bus windows had a red flaring tinge to them and a moment later I heard sirens approaching us off in the distance. It took all of forty minutes for the Police to get statements from the driver and I about what happened and for them to haul Manny away in the back of their squad car. Manny's eyes and face were raw and red with tears as he kept crying wildly from all the Mace that the driver had sprayed in his face. Even after all that time with the doors and windows open, the bus still had some remnants of the toxins in the air as I got back on, but I didn’t really care, I just wanted to get home as fast and safe as I could! I must have thanked the driver a dozen times. He kept saying it was all part of the job. The second time he had to deal with that kind of situation, so he always kept a canister of Mace and a spare pair of woman’s gloves up front on the dashboard of the bus just in case. The way he explained it to the Police, he’s been driving this route for years and when he saw a new face get on board and then a few minutes later end up sitting next to me he knew something was wrong. He even joked that a face as pretty as mine has never looked as twisted as it did when Manny made his move on me. “You aren’t still working now are you?” I asked. The 40 minutes standing around with the cops and all that must have meant he wasn’t expected to still go to the other stops on his route. “Nah, I’m done for the night. Just gotta bring the bus back to the yard. You've had a rough night and shouldn't be walking home alone, I'll drive you to your door if you like?" "That would be really kind of you." My place was straight up the road but it was a long walk on a nice afternoon... let alone a cold and snowy night in the emotional condition I was already in by now. The whole rest of the way to my house he tried making small talk and cracking jokes to help calm me down. I couldn't help wondering who was going to help him calm down? I mean he just went through a pretty traumatic experience himself and yet he was so strong… it felt good just to be near him and to know I was safe. “Here’s your place coming up Buttercup” he said in a voice that seemed to suggest he was hoping our ride together would have been a little longer and a whole lot more peaceful. “Ahh, then you’re on your way home to see your wife?” I asked coyly. “Hah, ex-wife thanks very much, and no… I’d rather eat fire than go see her again…” he said with a hearty laugh. “Well, why don’t you close that door a minute… but leave the bus lights on, I want to show you something” I whispered as I stood up and opened my winter coat. “You don’t have to do anything like that Buttercup” he said sternly as he looked out the open bus doorway to be polite. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do” I said with a slight pout. “I just figured a strong man with a kind heart who does the right thing for the right reasons might want to be rewarded once in a while by a woman who truly knows how to suck cock and make you cum harder than anyone you’ve ever fucked before…” The naughty words seemed to stun him. He didn’t reply, but from where I was standing I could see the bulge in his blue-jeans growing. “Now why won’t you close those doors before I catch a cold” I said while I dropped my soft winter coat across the bench seat and peeled my tight top up over my head to reveal my big natural tits. He tried not to react but his mouth opened a little bit based on instinct. With a whoosh he yanked the doors closed and stood up from his seat slowly. I sat down on the bench and waited for him to approach. He was right in front of me for a moment and started to bend down as if he was going to kiss me. I reached up and pressed my hand against his chest firmly to keep him standing, and with my other hand I pulled his belt out of its buckle. “This blowjob isn’t for me… this is for you” I said as I used both of my hands to work his cock free from his boxer-briefs. They say big hands and a deep voice tell a girl a lot about what her man might be packing and they aint lying! His dick was brick hard by the time I got my warm lips around it. I kept pressing my face forward as hard as I could, straining every muscle in my neck as I gagged and choked trying to throat his big black dick. Even if I twisted my head to the side and grabbed hold of his ass with my hands, I just couldn’t get his whole cock inside my mouth. He was groaning and I started feeling strangely competitive. I really wanted to do it right and I know guys get a special joy out of feeling my lips suctioned to their balls and belly as they feel my mouth and tongue slathering saliva all along the entire length of their dick. Finally I let his cock fall out of my mouth sloppy and covered in warm drool as I looked up at him with a sullen school-girl look on my face. “If you want to get that dick all the way in, you’re gonna have to give me some help mister. When I tap your leg with my hand I want you to push forward as hard as you can... and don’t stop until the whole fucking thing disappears. Do ya think you can do that for me?” He looked like he'd just unwrapped the greatest gift anyone had ever given him, and a half-second later he was smiling from ear to ear as I leaned forward to put my money where my mouth was. I got the first six or seven inches in without any hesitation and then I braced the back of my head against the edge of the seat as I gave him a firm tap on the thigh with my right hand. I swear my neck recoiled hard as his hips shot forward like a drag-racer getting off the starting line. With that much dick coming at me I didn’t have time to decide if I was going to gulp or gag, I just tried to open wide and take it! He thrusted forward just once or twice and without warning he pumped out a batch of his best seed deep into my mouth. I don’t know if it was the leftover Mace fumes, the stress of the evening, how tired I was or what… but I started full on crying! I was looking up at him and his mind was in another world as he kept cumming in my mouth and every time his cock jammed it’s way into my mouth more tears came streaming down both sides of my face. It must have looked as if his cum was being pumped into my mouth and pouring its was back out of me through my tear ducts! “I’mmm Sooorrry” he stuttered as he noticed me crying and he pulled his cock out of my mouth appearing a little nervous. He was trying to catch his breath and talk at the same time. “I shouldda told you I was about to cum.” It was so sweet, he thought I was crying because he came in my mouth when honestly that was the best part of my whole day! Gently I moved his hands away and I leaned forward to suck the rest of his cum out from the head of his cock. I grabbed his dick tight at the base with one hand and started tapping against the shaft of it with my other hand to get every last drip of sperm onto my tongue. “Relax…” I said. “I don’t mind swallowing for you at all. As a matter of fact… my mouth only accepts exact change” :) It was the first of many bus stop blowjobs that I gave my new bus driving boyfriend over the next few years. |
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