It was late in the afternoon and it was hot. On a day like this you want to be sitting somewhere in the shade, a cold drink in your hand and in the company of good friends. What you don't want to be doing is walking in the blistering heat home, having already walked three miles and knowing it's another 6 before you get home. And that's what Carly was doing having been ditched by her scumbag boyfriend while out for a drive in the country, all because she called him a fag for not being able to fuck her again ten minutes after fucking her before.
"Some guys are just full of shit" she muttered aloud as she walked slowly home, her feet killing her as she walked along the quiet country road, the only thing even remotely close being the well known club for the local rugby team. And she'd heard things about that club alright, everyone had. Those rugby boys were wild. Very wild. And probably a hell of a lot more fun than that pussy now ex-boyfriend of hers. "Maybe that's the kind of guy I need to meet" she thought as she turned as the sound of something approaching caught her attention.
She squinted in the sunlight, trying to see what was coming towards her at the end of the road. The dust shot up from the sides, obscuring it from view, until finally she saw the clear shape of a coach coming towards her. Sadly it was heading the wrong way, back towards the club she knew was a few miles down the other road. "Shit" she thought, "how the fuck am I going to get home before it gets dark?"
The bus got closer and slowed as it approach, and finally came to a halt a few yards ahead of where she was walking. She kept marching on, glancing up as the doors opened and she heard the low, booming voice of the driver call out to her. She looked round, a tall black man behind the wheel, probably in his thirties, kinda handsome with a big toothy smile. He beckoned her forward towards the bus, and in his deep voice asked "now what's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all by herself?"
She blushed. She was a pretty little thing and she knew it, but to have this big, intimidating black man call her it was something else. She looked down at herself, her long dark hair resting against the cleavage that was very prominent on her low cut dress, the hem of which was far too high for her parents liking, but at 19 she did what she pleased. Her legs were long and everyone noticed them and she liked showing them off. Unfortunately her panties were still in that assholes car, the no dick prick who couldn't fuck her nearly as much as she liked. The thought caused a wave of anger to rush through her, her pretty eyes narrowing, her beautiful face burning up, her gorgeous smile disappearing completely. She was pulled back by the words of the man behind the wheel.
"Look sweetheart, we're going back to the club for a few post-match drinks. How about you hop on the bus and we take you back to the city once we're done? The boys here will treat you like a lady and show you a fun time and you'll get safely home with a few drinks inside you. What you got to lose? This road ain't safe for a little lady like yourself now is it?" His words rang true. It wasn't safe here. She looked up at the windows of the bus and saw face after face staring out at her, heard shouts from the bus, the only words she heard being lewd. There was something in the faces of the men that suggested that they weren't going to treat her like a lady, they were going to treat her like something else. But what choice did she have. She tried to stay rational but one thing was overriding all other emotions. Something she couldn't control.
She was horny.
And a bus full of horny men, all desperate to fuck her was turning her on more than ever. She could feel her pussy moisten, she could feel her nipples harden, wondering if it was noticeable through the thin fabric of her bra. She looked up at the driver, wondering if what they said about black men was true, and innocently bit her bottom lip and climbed on board, reassuring herself that maybe she'd just tease them.
Denzil, the driver, pulled the lever on the bus and laughed inwardly into himself. Yep, this girl was going to get fucked tonight.
She sat down in the seat across from Denzil, who introduced himself with that big white smile and tried to ignore what she was hearing from behind her. Suddenly a man was beside her, not even pretending to hide the fact he was staring at her full soft milky tits, clearly prominent in her hot little dress, and he stood just inches from her, his crotch almost against her cheek. She turned slightly and saw that there was more than just a bulge there, that this guy was getting hard! She tried to turn away but the bus suddenly turned, and the guy was on top of her. He was huge, a big burly rugby player, squashing the poor waifish girl underneath. But he made no effort to get up. No effort to get his huge frame off Carly. And then she felt it. His cock was definitely hard, no mistaking that. And he was grinding it against her as his hands started to move around her.
She paused, not knowing what to do, feeling his large hands slide over her tits. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. He was taking advantage of her and she could do nothing about it. It was horrible, it was awful, it was.....hot. Very hot. And she knew it. Then she heard his voice, Denzil telling the big guy to get off. Slowly he clambered off her, smiling down at her, not even trying to hide what looked like a very hard erection from her line of sight, a sight she couldn't take her eyes off. She suddenly became aware of all the other players shouting, laughing, hollering, not quite aware of what they were shouting about. And then she heard Denzil again. "You might want to cover yourself up there Missy". She looked down. Her skirt had ridden up. Her smooth, shaved pussy was on display for everyone to see. She whimpered, just looking down at her pussy, noticing the droplets of wetness on the exposed, puffy lips, knowing that everyone else could see them too, then finally she came to her senses and covered herself up.
The boys went back to their chairs, ignoring her for now, sent away by the seemingly powerful driver. Carly sat, embarrassed, knowing all the men had seen her pussy, her face crimson. She looked up at Denzil who was smiling back at her, his teeth pearly white, his smile wide, his eyes taking in all of her body. He was protecting her. She felt drawn to him, drawn to this powerful black man in ways that she had never felt drawn to anyone else. He was her protector, her knight in shining armour, saving her from the wild boys on the bus.
She felt the bus slow down and she glanced out the window. They were there. The club was fairly grand looking, a big old fashioned country house, with rolling fields surrounding it. It was an impressive sight. At once the men behind her jumped up and began filing off the bus, each one having a comment to make to Carly as they trooped off, telling her how nice a pussy she had, how she should come in and have a good time, how they would take care of her. She pretended to turn her nose up at them, to ignore them, but every word they said only made her hotter and wetter. "Why must I be like this, why must I be so god damn slutty?" she asked herself as she felt a droplet slide down her thigh into the crack of her ass.
Finally they were all off, and she looked up to see just Denzil remaining. He stood up and sat down next to her, laying his big black hand on her thigh. She shivered.
"You have heard of this place, right?" He asked her. She nodded. "So you know what happens here?" Again, she nodded. He stared at her, almost as if he was looking into her soul. "Do you know why the boys stopped when I told them to?"
"No" she replied, truthfully.
"It's because I found you. The rules of the club are that whoever finds a girl and brings her back gets to have her first. If I hadn't stopped them they would all have fucked you on this bus".
