The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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Candice awoke, uncertain at first where she was, what had awoken her. She seemed to be moving, but that was ok, she was on the top deck of the last bus home after her late shift at the pub. What wasn’t ok was the hand on her left breast. She opened her eyes and turned her head, meeting piercing blue eyes in a hard face. The lad looked to be in his late teens, about ten years younger than her 28 years, unshaven and rough.
“Alright sleeping beauty!” he said cheerfully in a local accent. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thought you’d never wake up!”
“Get off me!” Candice said, more confidently then she felt, “and let me out!” She looked around, trying to get her bearings, seeing four more lads about the same age as the first. Almost as worrying, she caught a glimpse out of the window and noticed she’d slept past her stop and was into a rough part of town. It would be at least twenty minutes before the bus looped back around to her stop.
“Nah love,” he said, still grinning. “The fun hasn’t started!”
“Look, I’ve missed my stop, I need to get off!” She was worried now, brushing her long blonde hair back from her face nervously.
“Funny you should say that,” her assailant said. “I need to get off as well…” He glanced down suggestively at the crotch of his tracksuit, already tented by a hard on. “Go on, get it out!”
“Fuck off!” Candice exclaimed, horrified. “Get out of my way now or I’ll scream!”
“Scream and you’ll see how unpleasant this can be.” His smile had gone now. “Get my cock out or I’ll fuck you up.”
A female voice piped up from the seat behind Candice, “I’d do it love. He’s not nice when he doesn’t get his own way.”
“If I scream, the driver will be up here in ten seconds flat.” Candice again tried to sound assertive, her voice belied by the tears welling up in her blue eyes.
“If you scream, I start punching and you’d be amazed how soon you stop being pretty.” His tone was conversational, but his eyes were flat and hard. “The two lads on the stairs will keep the driver down there long enough. Get my cock out and make me happy.”
Candice was scared now, really scared but still she hesitated. The lad grabbed her hard around the chin. “Last chance…” he said.
Swallowing hard, she slipped her little hand into the waistband of his trackies, hesitantly gripping the shaft of his penis. He was only half hard, but already he was thick. Slowly she started wanking him, feeling him swell to full hardness in moments.
“Good girl,” he said, releasing her chin and lifting his backside off the seat and sliding his pants down to mid-thigh. His hard on sprung up proudly, slapping his belly. He wasn’t massive, but it was about average length with a good girth, foreskin drawn back to reveal a purple helmet glistening with pre-cum. “It won’t suck itself Blondie!”
“No!” she exclaimed. “Just let me go!”
“You can’t start me off and leave me like this!” Mock surprise had coloured his voice now, but his eyes remained cold.
The girl behind gave Candice’s head a shove, “Get down there you silly bint, stop acting like you’ve never sucked a cock before.”
In truth, Candice quite liked giving her boyfriend blowjobs. She’d only ever slept with four men, including her boyfriend of five years, and she’d given head to all of them and enjoyed it. She’d never considered being made to take a stranger’s cock into her mouth on a bus though. Since she’d lost her virginity at s*******n, she’d never even had a one-night stand.
The girl behind spoke again, “you either suck it, or you suck your food through a straw for a few weeks.”
“Sooner it’s done, the sooner you can get off the bus.” This was from another bloke, sitting over the aisle. He looked half caste, dressed in a tracksuit also, earrings and tattoos prominent.
Closing her eyes, she reluctantly lowered her head into his crotch. His purple head hit her cheek and she turned to open her mouth and engulf him, tasting his saltiness. She started bobbing her head up and down, using her tongue to excite him further, trying to make the ordeal be over sooner. Her little right hand, fingernails painted a delicate pink, worked his shaft. At least he was clean, she thought, it could be worse. He grunted and throbbed, putting one heavy hand on the back of her blonde head, forcing the head of his spasming cock into her throat.
Eventually, he let her half up, pulling his penis out and slapping it on her face a couple of times, chuckling. “You suck cock like a pro Blondie!”
“Can I go now?” she asked, hope and disgust warring on her face and in her voice.
“We’ve not even started yet love,” he said with a smirk. “What about the rest of the lads?”
“But you said I could go!” Candice wailed.
“Turns out, I lied,” he said. “I do that sometimes, to dumb cum-sluts like you. Shouldn’t have fallen asleep on the bus should you?”
“I need to get home!” Panic was setting in now, Candice started babbling. “My boyfriend is expecting me home! Please let me go!”
“It’d be quicker if you took your pants off and let them all fuck you.” This was from the girl behind, who was stroking Candice’s hair. “It’s fun, bit of a gangbang on the top deck, get yourself bent over a seat.”
“No, I can’t…” Candice’s voice was little more than a whisper.
“You best get sucking then,” the half caste slid into the seat next to Candice as the first guy vacated it. “Open wide!”
He tugged his pants down, his considerable cock already raging. Tears running down her face, smudging her make-up, Candice went to work again, lips, tongue and hand in unison.
She heard laughing and opened her eyes, seeing a dark haired girl pointing a smart phone at her. “Smile for the camera slut!”
“No, don’t!” Candice begged.
A hand on her head forced her face back down, the rock hard cock hitting the back of her slender throat, another hand grabbed her firm left breast and squeezed. “Damn, she is good,” he exclaimed to the watching crowd. “Get ready for it bitch!”
“Facial for the camera!” instructed the dark haired girl.
The first jet of thick salty cum went into Candice’s mouth, the rest hit her face and neck as he pulled out and pumped his cock in his fist. The brunette passed the phone to the dark-skinned guy and told him to carry on filming, whilst she leaned in and licked some of the jizz off Candice’s face.
“Ok boys,” the brunette instructed, “Line up!”
Cock after cock penetrated her mouth. In the next nightmarish few minutes, she was forced to suck four more men off, until all of the gang had been taken care of. Gagging and sobbing, Candice took the loads in her mouth and on her face, some of the sticky fluid dripping down onto her T-shirt and into her long blonde hair. Photos were taken on various phones until eventually everyone had been serviced.
“OK bitch, top up and bra down, show us those titties and smile for the camera!” This from the brunette again, as everyone present pointed a camera phone at Candice.
“No, please don’t make me!” sobbed Candice.
“Big smile girl,” said the brunette. “Unless you want to start again, and this time I let the guys pick the hole…?”
The last thing she wanted was to be gang-****d, what she’d been through already was bad enough. Candice slowly lifted her t-shirt up, exposing a lacy pink bra which she reluctantly tugged down to show her rosy little nipples. No one but Phil had seen her breasts for more than five years, here she was being ogled by a bunch of teenagers on a bus.
“Right, look at the camera and for fuck’s sake, smile!”
Smiling only with her mouth, the rest of her face a spunk-drenched mask of misery, Candice looked around the circle of her tormentors as they took a series of pictures.
“Leah,” said the hard-looking lad whose cock she’d first sucked. “Get her phone.”
“Please…” begged Candice.
“Unlock it, slut!” demanded the brunette, Leah.
With trembling hands, Candice typed in her pin before Leah snatched it off her. A few quick key presses later, Leah tossed it back into Candice’s lap.
“Wha..?” the blonde girl stuttered, questioningly.
“Got your number, some other details,” replied Leah, “in case the lads want you again.”
“You have to be k**ding me!?” cried Candice, aghast.
“Nope, if they find a slut they like, they tend to come back for more. Don’t worry, you get to enjoy it after a while.”
“This isn’t happening!” insisted Candice. “I’m not going to meet you… a****ls!”
“Your choice, but just so you know, I’ve got Phil’s number too. Phil is your boyfriend, right?”
“Fiancé,” mumbled the blonde woman.
“How long do you think that’ll last if he gets a few of these pictures?” Leah grinned. “No, I think you’ll do as you’re told.”
With that, Leah pressed the bell to stop the bus and, with a cheery wave to Candice, lead the gang down the steps.
“Wipe your face girl,” she called over her shoulder. “You look a right state!”
Candice awoke, uncertain at first where she was, what had awoken her. She seemed to be moving, but that was ok, she was on the top deck of the last bus home after her late shift at the pub. What wasn’t ok was the hand on her left breast. She opened her eyes and turned her head, meeting piercing blue eyes in a hard face. The lad looked to be in his late teens, about ten years younger than her 28 years, unshaven and rough.
“Alright sleeping beauty!” he said cheerfully in a local accent. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thought you’d never wake up!”
“Get off me!” Candice said, more confidently then she felt, “and let me out!” She looked around, trying to get her bearings, seeing four more lads about the same age as the first. Almost as worrying, she caught a glimpse out of the window and noticed she’d slept past her stop and was into a rough part of town. It would be at least twenty minutes before the bus looped back around to her stop.
“Nah love,” he said, still grinning. “The fun hasn’t started!”
“Look, I’ve missed my stop, I need to get off!” She was worried now, brushing her long blonde hair back from her face nervously.
“Funny you should say that,” her assailant said. “I need to get off as well…” He glanced down suggestively at the crotch of his tracksuit, already tented by a hard on. “Go on, get it out!”
“Fuck off!” Candice exclaimed, horrified. “Get out of my way now or I’ll scream!”
“Scream and you’ll see how unpleasant this can be.” His smile had gone now. “Get my cock out or I’ll fuck you up.”
A female voice piped up from the seat behind Candice, “I’d do it love. He’s not nice when he doesn’t get his own way.”
“If I scream, the driver will be up here in ten seconds flat.” Candice again tried to sound assertive, her voice belied by the tears welling up in her blue eyes.
“If you scream, I start punching and you’d be amazed how soon you stop being pretty.” His tone was conversational, but his eyes were flat and hard. “The two lads on the stairs will keep the driver down there long enough. Get my cock out and make me happy.”
Candice was scared now, really scared but still she hesitated. The lad grabbed her hard around the chin. “Last chance…” he said.
Swallowing hard, she slipped her little hand into the waistband of his trackies, hesitantly gripping the shaft of his penis. He was only half hard, but already he was thick. Slowly she started wanking him, feeling him swell to full hardness in moments.
“Good girl,” he said, releasing her chin and lifting his backside off the seat and sliding his pants down to mid-thigh. His hard on sprung up proudly, slapping his belly. He wasn’t massive, but it was about average length with a good girth, foreskin drawn back to reveal a purple helmet glistening with pre-cum. “It won’t suck itself Blondie!”
“No!” she exclaimed. “Just let me go!”
“You can’t start me off and leave me like this!” Mock surprise had coloured his voice now, but his eyes remained cold.
The girl behind gave Candice’s head a shove, “Get down there you silly bint, stop acting like you’ve never sucked a cock before.”
In truth, Candice quite liked giving her boyfriend blowjobs. She’d only ever slept with four men, including her boyfriend of five years, and she’d given head to all of them and enjoyed it. She’d never considered being made to take a stranger’s cock into her mouth on a bus though. Since she’d lost her virginity at s*******n, she’d never even had a one-night stand.
The girl behind spoke again, “you either suck it, or you suck your food through a straw for a few weeks.”
“Sooner it’s done, the sooner you can get off the bus.” This was from another bloke, sitting over the aisle. He looked half caste, dressed in a tracksuit also, earrings and tattoos prominent.
Closing her eyes, she reluctantly lowered her head into his crotch. His purple head hit her cheek and she turned to open her mouth and engulf him, tasting his saltiness. She started bobbing her head up and down, using her tongue to excite him further, trying to make the ordeal be over sooner. Her little right hand, fingernails painted a delicate pink, worked his shaft. At least he was clean, she thought, it could be worse. He grunted and throbbed, putting one heavy hand on the back of her blonde head, forcing the head of his spasming cock into her throat.
Eventually, he let her half up, pulling his penis out and slapping it on her face a couple of times, chuckling. “You suck cock like a pro Blondie!”
“Can I go now?” she asked, hope and disgust warring on her face and in her voice.
“We’ve not even started yet love,” he said with a smirk. “What about the rest of the lads?”
“But you said I could go!” Candice wailed.
“Turns out, I lied,” he said. “I do that sometimes, to dumb cum-sluts like you. Shouldn’t have fallen asleep on the bus should you?”
“I need to get home!” Panic was setting in now, Candice started babbling. “My boyfriend is expecting me home! Please let me go!”
“It’d be quicker if you took your pants off and let them all fuck you.” This was from the girl behind, who was stroking Candice’s hair. “It’s fun, bit of a gangbang on the top deck, get yourself bent over a seat.”
“No, I can’t…” Candice’s voice was little more than a whisper.
“You best get sucking then,” the half caste slid into the seat next to Candice as the first guy vacated it. “Open wide!”
He tugged his pants down, his considerable cock already raging. Tears running down her face, smudging her make-up, Candice went to work again, lips, tongue and hand in unison.
She heard laughing and opened her eyes, seeing a dark haired girl pointing a smart phone at her. “Smile for the camera slut!”
“No, don’t!” Candice begged.
A hand on her head forced her face back down, the rock hard cock hitting the back of her slender throat, another hand grabbed her firm left breast and squeezed. “Damn, she is good,” he exclaimed to the watching crowd. “Get ready for it bitch!”
“Facial for the camera!” instructed the dark haired girl.
The first jet of thick salty cum went into Candice’s mouth, the rest hit her face and neck as he pulled out and pumped his cock in his fist. The brunette passed the phone to the dark-skinned guy and told him to carry on filming, whilst she leaned in and licked some of the jizz off Candice’s face.
“Ok boys,” the brunette instructed, “Line up!”
Cock after cock penetrated her mouth. In the next nightmarish few minutes, she was forced to suck four more men off, until all of the gang had been taken care of. Gagging and sobbing, Candice took the loads in her mouth and on her face, some of the sticky fluid dripping down onto her T-shirt and into her long blonde hair. Photos were taken on various phones until eventually everyone had been serviced.
“OK bitch, top up and bra down, show us those titties and smile for the camera!” This from the brunette again, as everyone present pointed a camera phone at Candice.
“No, please don’t make me!” sobbed Candice.
“Big smile girl,” said the brunette. “Unless you want to start again, and this time I let the guys pick the hole…?”
The last thing she wanted was to be gang-****d, what she’d been through already was bad enough. Candice slowly lifted her t-shirt up, exposing a lacy pink bra which she reluctantly tugged down to show her rosy little nipples. No one but Phil had seen her breasts for more than five years, here she was being ogled by a bunch of teenagers on a bus.
“Right, look at the camera and for fuck’s sake, smile!”
Smiling only with her mouth, the rest of her face a spunk-drenched mask of misery, Candice looked around the circle of her tormentors as they took a series of pictures.
“Leah,” said the hard-looking lad whose cock she’d first sucked. “Get her phone.”
“Please…” begged Candice.
“Unlock it, slut!” demanded the brunette, Leah.
With trembling hands, Candice typed in her pin before Leah snatched it off her. A few quick key presses later, Leah tossed it back into Candice’s lap.
“Wha..?” the blonde girl stuttered, questioningly.
“Got your number, some other details,” replied Leah, “in case the lads want you again.”
“You have to be k**ding me!?” cried Candice, aghast.
“Nope, if they find a slut they like, they tend to come back for more. Don’t worry, you get to enjoy it after a while.”
“This isn’t happening!” insisted Candice. “I’m not going to meet you… a****ls!”
“Your choice, but just so you know, I’ve got Phil’s number too. Phil is your boyfriend, right?”
“Fiancé,” mumbled the blonde woman.
“How long do you think that’ll last if he gets a few of these pictures?” Leah grinned. “No, I think you’ll do as you’re told.”
With that, Leah pressed the bell to stop the bus and, with a cheery wave to Candice, lead the gang down the steps.
“Wipe your face girl,” she called over her shoulder. “You look a right state!”
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