You can't even think

The option of standing up and walking off this bus right now and going home via a sanitary bathroom to change in sounded more attractive by the second. But, unfortunately, as every one of those seconds passed you begin to feel more and more out of it, more and more tired, exhausted. You put a hand on your belly and you swear you can still feel the small throbs of pressure and excitement from her cock as it pumped you for all your ass was worth. While you hoped the good, clean and quiet fuck was the best option, as you begin to smell the cum staining your pants and leaking through the trouser legs, you know other people are smelling it too, as you catch looks from other people. Not all of them friendly.

One person glares at you, angry at you perhaps, for ruining their day, tired of seeing men be fucked and debased, tired that the sight of your helplessness and utter surrender to the power of the business woman's dick is just humdrum and normal. Another person, no, two people look at you as well and with your face resting on the back of the seat you can't stop staring back at them too. You can't imagine a situation where you wouldn't. They were both muscular, well-built. They wore tight shirts and pants and (you guessed) huge bras underneath. Their breasts must have been DD's. Firm, large and utterly hypnotic. Gods.

The bus has gone past the shopping centre by the time you've finished wrestling with the urge to collapse and plead for a fuck, after having also inspected the other passengers: one buxom MILF, one large black woman who stared out of the window occasionally rubbing her groin - smelling cum but not yet seeing its source, the fat and admittedly attractive driver and the four other college girls of various heights, sizes and dominant attitudes on the bus. You were now fantasising of one of them railing you. Your mind was sinking deeper and deeper into the miry pits of perversion. Both the business woman and Nanci had done a number on you. Now the bus was going somewhere you didn't recognise.

Streets with pale blue signs for doctors offices in the suburbs changed without you noticing into darker streets, where shop windows had been broken into, where male prostitutes where being fucked in alleyways by six different women all wanting their money's worth.

You passed a jail where there was only one warden and no female prisoners, no guards. You had researched it, as a private project out of interest. The stories that came back from there gave you the shivers. Strapping example men to her chest, strapping their heads between her EE size boobs - making them kiss the inside of her tank top - as she impaled them with her cock, the men sliding down with every goose step she took down the hall. As they slid down centimetre by centimetre, she'd whisper into their ears just how bad they'd been and how she could tame them, make them her pets so they wouldn't do bad things anymore. As prisoner disappearances increased, her private income increased and a lot more broken and shell-shocked slaves popped up.

The bus stops suddenly and you look up and see no traffic lights, no pedestrian crossings, just a bunch of abandoned and decrepit warehouses. Right across from them was a bar called "The Final Stop". All the women disembarked, whispering to each other, the girls giggling, the MILF licking her lips at the sight of you, the black woman taking the seat opposite you, looking at the cum sliding down your leg, looking at your helpless expression and takes out her cock and begins to stroke. You shuffle back a bit with all the remaining strength you can muster, but she just shuffles forward, clearly bursting with energy. The bus driver too stops before she gets off, after she collects from the amazon goddesses she has to physically push off the bus as they begin to eye fuck you. She reaches up above the door and presses a button and the doors hiss close. The black woman ignores it all. She keeps going, with more speed and energy and life than you have in the morning, groaning and lusting as her cock grows and grows, stretching towards your face. The bus driver too starts to display some lust, revealing her pussy and dick as she takes off her pants, leaving her socks and tight black bra on, a bra that doesn't do enough to cover her massive breasts that spill out over its boundaries and get you excited. She begins to finger herself, reaching down and moaning in time with the black woman. It gets darker now, much darker and the bus's lights turn on, small blue strips of light. You close your eyes for one minute and the next you feel yourself shuffling in your seat, feeling something move past you. The black lady has been screaming and you haven't noticed.

"Come on, move into place so I can FUCK HIM!!" she practically bellows, addressed to some one behind you. You turn in you seat and you see the driver naked, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to her with ease. You resist now, finding enough strength to struggle, pulling yourself away and she tuts.

"Aren't you a man, boy? Man enough to fuck me?" She looks down and you look down at yourself, your pointed dick aimed squarely at her pussy. She smiles and drops. You feel her insides slide apart as she lets you in and groans. All the folds of her vagina feel like they're attacking you, squeezing you and you begin to pull out as she puts her legs around your butt, pushing you back in and this time both her and you groaning in pleasure. The black girl grumbles and with no warning mounts your backside. Her dick, now close to cumming, covered in her précis, just slides into your tight hole and she screams in both a primal rage and pleasure, pounding you now, forcing you deeper into the bus driver, who forces your mouth to one of her tits, succulent and full, fit to burst, healthy and you hoped, delicious. You kiss it, knead it, suck it, letting out the occasional groan as you spurt into her as the black woman fucks you harder and harder.

You begin to beg and plead to be let go the black girl stops and looks at the bus driver, smiling, locked in her own world of bliss as her vagina continues you to attack you in a super human way, draining you more and more,

"How about fucking no, bitch." says the black girl, who goes back to pounding.