fety my thoughts flew to my wife. Where was she? Had these persons done to her the same that they had done to me? God I hoped not.

Suddenly powerful fingers gripped my chin forcing my aching head up and back. As my head rose and I starred through blurry eyes at the face before me then and only then did I realize that I had been tied to a chair. As I looked stupidly at and tried to bring into focus the dark face before me he contemptuously spit welcome back mother fucker a millisecond before his fingers released me. The push to my head was so hard that I tittered for a second then as if in slow motion I fell over backwards.

As the back of my head hit the hard wood floor and darkness again closed in about me a gravely voice snickered how dah honky mother fucker gonna see his woman pleasuring us you go knocking his ass out all dah time. When next I awoke I thought I had gone blind, but then through the murky inkiness I began to make out my surroundings. A strangled giggle that was a mixture of relief and pain echoed hollowly through the dinning room.

Quiet, I had to be quiet I silently admonished. I couldn't risk discovery and the chance that I would again be knocked senseless. Neither my skull or brain could take another walloping like they had without serious and possibly permanent damage being inflicted. I had to assume that whoever the men were that had been in Regina's and my home earlier were still here until I could prove otherwise.

An involuntary gasp ripped from my throat as I turned my head. The gasp had not been because of the pain even though a lightening bold had exploded in my skull when I moved. No, it had been one more of discovery then pain. Discovery that across the table from me with arms crossed and his head resting upon them sat one of the men.

If one of them was still here then in all probability the others were too. How many others? Two, three, yes definitely two others because that was how many voices I thought I'd heard before darkness had closed about me the second time. More importantly then their number though was who the hell were they and what the hell did they want. No sooner had I asked myself those questions then the memory of a snickering voice from heaven only knows how many hours earlier came to me.

Oh my god Regina. The son of a bitches hadn't knocked her senseless and tied her to a chair like they had me they had .... they had .... Oh God no please nooooo. I had to get free, I had to. But how? Calm John. Stay calm and access the situation. Your tied to a chair stupid. Ok no problem. All I have to do is somehow quietly make it from the dining room into the kitchen and then once there all I had to do was locate one of my wife's many carving knifes and cut myself free. Just two nearly impossible though not improbable task. No, better make that four nearly insurmountable task because if by some miracle I could cut myself free I still had to locate Gin and then after that make it out of the house without the assholes being any the wiser.

OK. Slow real slow. Lean forward, thats it, thats it. Now make like a duck and before you know it you'll be in the kitchen. In the long agonizing moments that followed I moved a foot, then another and then two more. I wish I knew what time it was so I'd know how long I had to complete the almost impossible task I had set myself I silently muttered. Suddenly and as if in answer to my quandary just as I was framed in the doorway that looked out into the living room the antique Grandfather clock chimed twice. Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement and like a deer caught in the spotlight of a poacher I froze.

After several long agonizing minutes and with my already aching joints cramping even more because of my duck like position I ever so slowly eased the chair to the floor. As I sat there frozen my mind did a little math problem. 5:30 to 2:00. Thats what God damn it nine, ten hours? No you stupid shit it's only eight and a half hours I admonished. Only.... only eight and a half hours my mind giggled almost nonsensically. Shit the world could have ended in that length time and I wouldn't have been none the wiser what with being unconscious the whole time.

When after several ragged breaths no alarm was raised I slowly ever so slowly turned my head and stared into the deep shadows of the living room. At first I couldn't see anything then in the darkness I made out four, no five darker blobs amongst the outlines of furniture. God damn it there were five, no six of the sons of bitches, not the three possibly four that I had earlier suspected. Oh well at least they were all asleep and if I was quiet they'd never know what I was doing. As I waddled forward a foot the thought struck me that perhaps my earlier fear that at least one of them had taken liberties with my wife had been purely speculative. Assumptive.

Who in their right mind though could blame me for jumping to such a conclusion. After all these men who held us prisoner and whose motives I wasn't aware of were nothing like the two highly educated negro's that I had working at my bank. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist though to know that the men that had knocked me senseless and who had tied me to this chair were evidently hardened criminals. So it was completely understandable why having just recovered conscious and having recalled the gloating remark as well as my beautiful young wife's conspicuous absence I had thought as I had.

Suddenly a thought struck me and as it did relief washed over me. These hardened miscreants had no intention of willfully harming either myself or my wife they were simply holding us incommunicado because they intended to rob the bank first thing in the morning. Granted they had knocked me out when I had walked through my front door. If one thought logically about it though the action could be construed as a means to prevent me from raising an alarm.

As for the second time, well that could have been a fluke. An unforeseen accident when I had been contemptuously shoved. As for my wife not being by my side when I awoke, well that could be their way of making sure that I did nothing to jeopardize their plans.

Well no matter what their plans for us, come dawn, or hopefully a lot sooner, my wife and I would be gone and they'd have the house to themselves. Just as I again leaned forward and like a duck took a waddling precarious step toward the kitchen I heard noises coming from our bedroom. Well at least I knew where my wife was even though from the sounds she was making she was having one hell of a nightmare.

Hell who can blame her what with five, six God damn it six strange men in our home and her husband knocked senseless. But why the fuck hadn't she checked on me. Whoa mother fucker. How would you know if she had or hadn't checked on you what with being dead to the world for over eight hours. Your pissing and moaning about a lousy eight plus hours when you should be asking yourself how long has your wife been alone with the assholes.

Hell, for all you know the sons of bitches could have broken in minutes after you had left for work yesterday morning. Highly unlikely but still not a thought to dismiss lightly. If such were the case, though I seriously doubted it, that would mean that my lousy eight plus hours was only a drop in the bucket compared to the possible seventeen plus hours she's had to endure the mother fuckers. So yea she was entitled to a nightmare, and who knows maybe she'll awake from it and with everybody dead to the world she'll rescue me.

That'd be something, my petite little Regina rescuing her big strong protector. Well who gives a fuck who rescues who as long as the both of us are out of the house and away from these bastards who tried to do brain surgery on me with a blunt instrument. No wonder I kept forgetting to count the fellow that was across from me at the dinning room table. Six, I have to remember there are six of them, the cops will need to know that when they round up these miscreants.

As I waited for my wife to appear I hardly dare breathe for fear I might not hear her soft footsteps or faint inquiry as to my well being. But when at the count of five hundred the sounds coming from the bedroom hadn't ceased and she naturally didn't suddenly appear I readied to again move. Once more leaning forward and making like a duck I slowly waddled a few more feet toward the kitchen. Just as I was at the entrance to the kitchen the man that was at the table, supposedly to guard me I presumed, lifted his head and twisted it about as if assuring himself that I was were I was supposed to be.

Damn, damn, damn. Ten fucking feet from freedom and caught. But then with a big yawn the asshole once more folded his arms and lowered his head to the table. Throwing caution to the wind and giving little thought about the noise I might be making I waddled into the kitchen. Twice I fell and only by absorbing the fall with my shoulder instead of my face was I able to keep going.

From my first fall, which hurt like a son of a bitch, until I gained the cabinets and pulled myself upright I inched across the floor on my knees. What seemed like an eternity later and after chipping a tooth on the drawer handle I was in possession of a knife. A good hour and a half later and with my hands, wrist and forearms looking as if I had fended of an attack from a knife welding manic I finally rose from the chair.

Free, free at last. Thank God Almighty I'm free at last my mind gibbered. My legs felt as if they were made of rubber after my long hours in the chair so I had to lean heavily against the counter to keep from falling. As I rubbed circulation back into my legs the clock chimed 3:30. Move you dumb ass you don't have a whole hell of a lot of time left it'll be light soon. Pushing myself away from the counter I took a shaky step then three more, but then I stopped and turned back.

Bending down I picked up the knife I had carelessly discarded after having performed surgery. I might need it. After all maybe the reason she hadn't awaken from her nightmare and rescued me was because they had tied her to the bed. Better they tie her to the bed I reasoned then to put up with a hysterical woman for God only knows how long. As I took another step a thought lanced into my brain making me stagger. Perhaps when they had knocked me out she had tried to get to me or perhaps on seeing my plight she had tried to escape and the bastards had beaten her.

If such were the case, that more then even the scariest of nightmares would explain the oddly discordant and nasally grunts on top of the warbling drawn out moans I'd heard. Hefting the knife I silently vowed that if they'd harmed one hair on her head they would pay dearly, I made my way from the kitchen and into the dinning room. I didn't have any delusions that the knife would do me any good against the six of them but that wasn't why I carried it. Freedom, freedom for my wife just as it had been for me, that was the reason.

As for payback, well if it took every fucking penny of my considerable fortune plus what I could beg or borrow I would see to it that the men that had wronged us spent the rest of their life's in prison. Slowly, carefully I edged my way along the wall so as not to trip over something and alert our captures as to my intentions.

Just as I had edged around the door frame and entered the living room light spilled out of the hallway leading to our bedroom. My heart leaped with joy, my wife was coming to me. She wasn't tied to the bed as I had feared after all. But several heart beats later instead of my petite wife appearing an ungodly large dark blob followed closely by another of nearly equal proportion stepped from the hallway. Had her nightmare woke them and unable to drop back off to sleep they had decided to check on her? If they had then in all probability they would check on me too and when they discovered I wasn't where I was supposed to be all hell would break loose.

Holding my breath I watched the two dark blobs. Unconsciously the knife in my hand shifted as together with preparing to make a mad dash for the bedroom and my wife I steeled myself to strike at whichever of them tried to stop me. But instead of their turning toward the dining room to check on me as I had suspected they would do, they instead stepped deeper into the living room. Ok no sweat ol' bean, just take it easy and let them get settled back in. It doesn't get light till around 6:30 or so so you can afford to wait them out. In all probability by the time the clock strikes 4:00 they'd be sound asleep again.

Even if in the worse case scenario it took them till 4:30 to fall asleep it still gave me about an hour or so to free her and get us out of the house. Yea plenty of time to make our escape and after we were away I'd make a quick call to the cops as payment for the way they had treated us. I just prayed the sons of bitches would sleep like babies until the cops broke down the door. All their carefully laid plans would go the way of the Dodo bird after being startled awake and looking into the barrels of a hundred cops guns. Even as my questions and well thought out plans rolled through my brain the nagging concern of why had they left the bedroom light on nagged at me.

To my surprise and dismay instead of the two indistinguishable blobs falling into chairs and dropping back off to sleep they instead moved amongst our furniture. As I watched horrified five grumbling blobs rose wraith like from where they had been laying. Wait a minute, two coming from having checked on my wife rousing five others. How was that possible? I had spotted only five men when for long minutes I had stared into the darkness of my living room.

Oh God, oh God oh God there weren't five of them there were seven! No, I keep forgetting the one at the dinning room table. That means, what, what does it mean.... Shit shit shit.... think you dump ass. Eight.... that means there are eight of them God Damn it. I had missed counting two of them because.... because.... because....

Even as the obvious came to me the two men's muted chuckling voices confirmed my worse fears. The noises I had heard coming from our bedroom had not been because my wife was having a nightmare or as I had feared because of pain. Oh God please, please tell me that the warbling moans and discordant muted ramblings I'd heard were not because the two men had been venting their lust upon her petite girl like body. Please God please tell me that what the monster is snickering to the others is not the truth.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut the knife dropped from my numbed fingers, and I slid down the wall to land in a heap like so much carelessly discarded mush. As I sat there fervently prying it wasn't so the giant's gravely voice burned the reality of what had transpired over the last seventeen hours into the mush jokingly called my brain. Like the searing of flesh by a branding iron the horrid reality of what my beautiful young wife had gone through both in the hours I had been at work and unconscious flickered kaleidoscope like over the inside walls of my skull.

"You nigga's be wanting any more pleasuring from dat honky slut you best be getting your lazy black asses moving. Best be waking dat worthless fucker Martin too, dat way I ain't gots to listen to no bitching later on from any of yous nigga's about not getting to slam fuck duh black cock loving slut one last time." A boisterous laugh filled the room silencing the other blobs mutterings and then once more the guttural voice pierced my soul. "What it going to be nigga's? Is you going to get yous black asses in dar and gives dat honky cum slut duh gang fucking she be liking and even now expecting or is yous going to disappoint her?

For a moment the mans jovially spoken words dropped to indecipherable mutterings as one of the men that had been awakened got in his face. Then together with the giant pushing him away he hissed menacingly. "I don't want to hear no more shit bout holing up here till the heat cool down. Ain't gonna be no cooling down, yous is escaped convicts or has yous forgotten dat. Yous got to be duh dumbest fucking nigga's dar is if'n yous think you can just stay here and ain't nobody gonna be duh wiser. Sooner then later someone's gonna ask where her ol man at. When dat happen duh cops gonna come around den what yous dumb coons gonna do huh."

Again there were angry mutterings. But then together with a guttural growl from the large blob the congealed mass of those about him split apart and for a moment silence fell over the living room before his gravely voice again pierced the silence. "Yous mutter fucking nigga's ain't never happy. Now yous telling me yous wants to take duh honky slut wit yous when we cut out fore first light. Well dat fine by me, but don't yous be looking to travel wit stick an me cause I ain't wanting no white bitch anywhere round my black ass if'n duh man do catch us.

Dis may not be duh 50's no more you dumb mutter fuckers, but dem honky bustards what runs duh prison you nigga's escaped from thinks it is. Duh catch's you coons wit a white woman yous ain't going to have to worry bout spending no more time cause like as not dah just shoot your black asses. Now.... If'n yous is wanting to give dat honky cum slut a third and final gang fucking to remember yous by den yous best be getting Martin up likes I tells yous and gets your black asses in dat bedroom.

If'n you ain't wanting another piece of her, or if as is more then likely duh case she done plum wore you out den start gathering up shit an gets ready to carry your ass. Makes no never mind to me one way or duh other what yous nigga's does, but make no mistake fore first light we's leaving."

Then to my dismay and despite the fact that I was sure he had long ago become aware of my presence he turned his back to the others and strode across the room toward me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the living room had become a flurry of motion. The almost as impressionable blob that had been with the giant sank to the couch with a sigh while the five other blobs melted together. For a moment muttering came from their midst then a smaller dark glob separated and strode across the room and around the hugh blob that was standing before me.

A second later the dinning room light came on and I realized that what I had thought was a seven foot four hundred pound monster was in reality a normal man standing no more then perhaps six foot four and weighing perhaps two hundred fifty pounds. Though I found relief in his normalcy the twisted evil smile on his blue black face told me more then words could have that this was a man not to be taken lightly.

As if the knife of reality that he had seconds earlier plunged into my heart hadn't been enough with his next mirth filled words it was twisted and pushed upwards in a killing stroke. "If'n it will make yous feel any better John boy when we first shoved our way in yesterday morning that little redheaded slut of yours raised a fuss that would've made dah Grand Dragon of the KKK proud. Course all dat changed once me an my stickman shoved our big black baby makers into that hot snatch of hers and rode her for a bit. By dah time we rolled off her weren't a hole of hers that weren't familiar with and liking nigga cock.

Dat wouldn't duh half of it though John boy. Once dat little redhead of yourn got a taste of nigga pleasuring she was like three bitches in heat all rolled into one, she couldn't get enough. Not only did she drain our black snakes at least three times each she must'a had a couple dozen orgasm's while doing so. When stickman an me finally rolled off'n her satisfied she were still screaming for nigga loving.

Kind hearted darkie I is and not wanting to disappoint duh little cum slut I tolls her duh only way she be getting any more nigga cock right den was if'n duh others fucked her skanky white trash ass. I tells her dat John boy an dat horny little slut of yourn jumps out'a bed so fast stickman an me was caught by surprise. Time we catches up to her naked ass she were astraddle one o' dah brutha's an dry humping his leg and screaming for dem, for all of dem to fuck her.

Me an stickman tried to pull her of a him but she had her arms about his neck so tight it were like trying to pull a drowning man away from a life preserver. Gotta tell you white boy dem coons wasn't da only ones dat was surprised as shit, but none of dem made a move on her till dah seen I didn't object. I gotta tell you watching her raining kisses on dat brutha's ugly ass face and trying to get his dick out's his pants at duh same time even made my limp cock hard.

When she finally did get his black snake out she rolled to her side pulling him wit her. A minute later me an da others is off da couch an she's flat on her back wit her legs wide apart. She were humping empty air and screaming her lungs out for him to fuck her while both trying to pull his pants from him and guide his dick to her needy snatch. Fore he can sink his black snake into her an set up a rhythm though da others pulls his black ass of a her and hustles her back to da bed room and your king size bed

Unlike me an stickman most dem nigga's ain't had a woman in better den ten years but she took all da had to give an den some. Duh whole time dem coons was pounding her she was screaming at dem to shove dar black dick's into her lilly white black cock loving body an fucks her. Even when dem brutha's started humping her two an three at a time she was begging and screaming for dem to fuck her. Course whenever a brutha was shoving his cock down her throat, which more often then not was da case, she didn't beg for dar cock's as much. But the noises she made and duh way she thrashed about let dem brutha's know she was liking what dah was doing to her.

Couple three hours later most dem nigga's comes out'a da bedroom dragging dar sorry asses an shaking dar heads. I liked to bust a gut when stickman after checking to see what da last nigga was doing tells me da brutha so wore out he just laying atop her. Da funniest part though was that she was humping up at him and pleading with him to fuck her again.

When he finally dragged his ass out'a da bedroom his dick looked like it had gone through a meat grinder it was so raw. Hours later while dem stupid coons is still bragging bout how many times dah done fucked your pretty little wife me and stick was making plans to cut out come dusk we get da surprise of our life. Dat little slut of yourn comes traipsing into da living room stark naked an still wet from having taken a shower. As if'n she was giving us duh time of day she say she done changed da sheets on da bed case any of us is wanting to fuck her again.

Dem boys had just got her back into da bedroom an was starting to pleasure her some more when you opened da door. Needless to say we didn't leave last night as planed, an before yous ask da answer is yes. Da noises you heard coming from da bedroom when you finally woke and cut yous self free was stickman and me pleasuring duh little cum slut. Hadn't planed on fucking her again but when she come out bout 2:00 looking none duh less for wear after having rested a few hours from her second gang fucking what you going to do.

After yesterday John boy I don't think dat little red headed slut of yourn will be much satisfied with just your dick anymore. No sir I surely don't. Fact I don't think she'll be satisfied with anything short of several brutha's at a time slamming meat to her skanky white trash ass if you want my opinion."

Then laughing so hard I thought he would bust a gut he managed to sputter talk bout ass John boy, you ain't seen or heard nothing till you've seen that little redhead cum slut of yours get her shittier reamed. Duh harder an faster a brutha's dick plows her shittier duh wilder and louder she gets. Gotta tell you boy, dar ain't a hole of hers dat doesn't like dark meat. But her poop chute now, well I believe if'n she had her druthers that'd be duh hole she'd want a brutha's dick in more den any other."

For a minute he paused in his all to explicate narration and looked at me askance. Then reaching down he pulled me to my feet as easily as one would a small child. Putting his thick arm about my shoulder he turned me to face the interior of my living room just in time to see the negro who was supposed to have been guarding me step into the hallway leading to our bedroom. He made no mention of the noticeable tent in my rumpled suit pants as his hot breath hissed mockingly against my ear. "I told duh brutha's to play with her a bit. Told dem to get her all worked up so she'd put on a real good show for you.

Wouldn't sprise me none if'n while a couple of dem nigga's is fingering her snatch and sucking on dem firm little titties of hers a couple others ain't running dar hard black dick's cross her lips while teasing her bout yous watching her pleasuring dar black asses. She was raring to go better den a half hour go and now wit all dem hard black dick's around her an dem teasing her like dah doing she probably wound tighter den a two dollar watch.

Gotta tell you John boy when dat little cum slut of yourn gets wound up dar ain't no holding her back. So unless you want to miss some of da action, an we wouldn't want that now would we, yous best get yous ass in gear. Then together with pushing something into my hand along with a slight nudge to my back he set my feet in motion.

Whether the next snickering remark came from his throat or from deep inside my own brain I can't rightly say. But as my feet entered the hallway and I looked into the brilliantly lit interior of our bedroom and at the dark bodies jockeying for position about my petit young wife I heard the words as clearly as all the others I'd heard moments earlier.

"She's a slut John, a white trash black cock cum loving slut. Can you hear her John? Can you hear the cock hungry little sluts lustful moans? Can you hear her whimpering near hysterical pleas for them, for all of them to shove their powerful black cock's into her black cock loving white trash body? Just a few more steps John. Just a few more steps and then you'll not only be able to hear her beg to be fucked you'll also be able to watch her."

As together with the voice droning on and as I drew ever closer to the bedroom I looked down at the object the negro had pressed into my hand. Despite what the object portended and the certainty that our marriage was all but finished a shiver raced through me and cum stained the front of my rumpled suit pants. He was right, the arrogant God damn son of a bitching negro was right. He along with all the others had ruined her as far as my ever being able to satisfy her again.

A chocked sob that I loved her, that God damn it to hell I loved her broke from my throat. Angrily swiping the tears from my eyes I stepped over the threshold of our bedroom and brought the 8mm video camera to my eye. As if they had been waiting for me, which I'm sure they had been, they stepped aside allowing the camera's lens to focus on her young petite writhing body.

A heartbeat later and in compliance to her lustful pleas for them, for all of them to shove their hard black dick's into her three of them joined her on the bed. After positioning her atop one of them in the center of our bed the remaining two positioned themselves before and behind her. As the camera's lens picked up each guiding their black rigidities to the hole before them a thought crossed my mind.

Perhaps, just perhaps despite our living in Alabama there was a way to satisfy her need and yet remain married. For a moment the grunting demanding voices of the profusely sweating negro's interrupted my thoughts. But instead of resenting the intrusion I was thankful. Their demands on her and the interruption they had caused allowed me to brush aside and dismiss the certainty that I would be ruined both socially and financially if one of my board of directors or a city councilman ever got wind of what I intended.

- The End -

s.  Often times she would wear low cut shirts, showing her wide cleavage and breasts that swayed with every movement she made.  She was only a size 0 with a tiny ass and a little pink pussy with a tuft of red hair above it. All in all, she was just a sexy little redhead.

Rob was tall and black, a dark opposite to Emy's fair skin.  In fact, seeing them next to each other always made me a little hard because I could just imagine the contrast they would make with his cock deep inside her. I have to admit, I would go home and jerk off mulitple times with the mental image of a black guy fucking my milky-white skinned ex-girlfriend long, hard and deep with a thick black shaft. Just the thought of her panting and facial expressions that I had seen myself, only this time with a black guy, aroused me incredibly for some reason.

When that summer was over and Emy and Rob both went back to their respective colleges, I knew they were sending each other Facebook messages.  Nothing too explicit, but enough to turn me on reading them. Emy would write (actual messages):

"Rob, I really wish you could just fuck me right now."

or...

"Oh my God, Rob, if you were here right now, I would fuck you sooooo much."

or...

"OF COURSE I want you to fuck me! Let's be honest here, Rob."

Or even simple little things such as:

"Thinking of you...promise to make love to me as soon as you see me? Thanks."

or...

"Can't wait to get you naaaaked."

Again, nothing too explicit...but for some reason, reading her messages to Rob turned me on immensely. In fact, I would often lock my dorm room after class, wrap one of the pairs of panties I acquired from Emy around my own cock, and beat off reading her messages to this black man she was fucking. Eventually she did tell me when it finally became too obvious. I tried to act like I didn't care, because honestly at that point, I didn't.

In fact it got to the point where I decided I HAD to see Emy fuck Rob. With the Thanksgiving break coming up, I decided on a bold move.  I called Emy and the conversation went as such:

"So when are you getting home?"

"I'll be driving home in about 4 hours. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm home right now. We should hang out."

"I would, but I'm hanging out with Rob here like right when I get home."

That's all I needed to hear.  I decided to give her mom a call an hour before she would arrive home and tell her I had left a watch in Emy's room which I needed.  She let me come over, with the watch in my pocket of course, as well as the video camera in my backpack.

I knew my way around Emy's room pretty damn well, and to say the least, it is always a mess.  Hiding the video camera was simple. Right between two sets of drawers with under a pile of dirty clothes I knew she hadn't touched in months. It took me a while to get a clear shot of her bed where I could see everything, but I eventually got a dead on angle.  Anything going on on that bed, I would see.  Made sure the micro caset was re-wound...and hit record. And maybe a 30 second stop to rummage through her underwear drawer to come up with some new souvneirs for my cock.

The risk of it being discovered was immense, because who knows if she one day decided she wanted to clean up her room. All I knew was that that pile of clothes was sitting there when I was dating her. I told her mom I might be back later because while I found the watch, finding anything in that room was near impossible and I might have left other things scattered about.  She laughed and agreed. Jackpot.

The rest of the day I was pretty on edge, which is understandable.  It was about 9 at night when I called Emy and told her I thought I had left some of my shorts over there and asked if I could come look for them. After agreeing, she met me at the door wearing a low-cut turquoise top which showed off her pale breasts and wide cleavage...this was a good sign because I knew Rob had written her on Facebook and told her that was his favorite top.

Emy did me a favor then. After pretending to come up empty in her room she suggested maybe it was in her basement and that she would go look.  This was awesome because I really had no idea how I would get her out of the room and retrieve the camera.  Fortunately it was right where I left it. The battery of course had long died but that was to be expected.  After tossing the camera back in my backpack and telling Emy, "Oh well, it's probably at my place," I rushed home. :)

My heart was racing and my cock was half hard as I rushed up to my room, locked the door, and plugged the camera into my TV. Waiting for it to rewind seemed to take hours, but finally I heard *click*.  It was show time...

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lack neighborhood, me leading this sweet little blond housewife by a
leash. Everyone was staring at us. Who could blame them?

Pulling her chain, we ducked in-to a lesbian bar. The bar seemed
somewhat rowdy so we sat at a booth. Even here, everyone was staring
at us.

Checking out the room, I noticed there were a couple of white and
Latin females, the vast majority of team were black. This was good; I
smiled knowing that most of them would pay to be with my Cathy.

At the table next to us sat four black women who could not keep their
eyes off Cathy. It was not long before one of them, very butch, came
over to talk to us. She asked if she could buy us a drink and join us.
"Of course." I replied. She sat next to Cathy, what a surprise! She
told us that her name was Max and that her and her friends were
looking for a little hot action.

"You came to the right place," I told her. "My name is Vera and this
is Cathy, my little bitch, today she is going to Start earning me some
money!" Cathy blushed, Max looked shocked. Looking directly in-to
Max's eyes, I said, "The way you look at my little bitch, you could be
our first customer!"

"I don't know?" "How much?"

"Three hundred dollars."

"That's kind of steep, don't you think?"

"Not for the four of you!"

Max really looked excited asking "You mean she would do all four of us
at once?" "She would have to eat all of us and take our strap-on's."
"Ok?"

"No problem, just don't mark her up or hurt her to much."

With a gleam in her eyes, Max informed us that she was going to talk
to her friends and would be right back.
Cathy asked, "You expect me to have sex with all of them?"

"You will do it and you will like it, do you understand me?"

"Yes Vera." Cathy replied, looking frightened and excited at the same
time as she gazed over at the table where the four women were debating
our proposition.

"Ok. Lets do it!" Max excitedly exclaimed as she returned to our
table. The women decided to go to Max's house to party with Cathy.

The home was stunning. It was spacious and had beautiful furnishings.
Max went to the kitchen and brought back cold beer for all of us.

The other women never did disclose their names, just Max. Two of them
sat on the sofa with Cathy in the middle. Max and the other woman sat
at Cathy's feet on the floor.

The ladies on the sofa were starting to kiss and fondle her, and the
ones on the floor started to run their hands up her legs and under her
skirt. I sat on an easy chair and enjoyed the show.

Hands were all over Cathy, eight of them to be exact. In no time at
all Cathy was naked. And the others were disrobing as well.

One of them exclaimed, "Look at these tiny little white tits!" as she
pinched one nipple and sucked the other. At the same time, the woman
on the other side was feeding Cathy her huge black boobs.

Max was licking Cathy's pussy as the other woman on the floor was
sucking Cathy's feet. Cathy was squirming wiggling and moaning, "Oh,
yes, please don't stop, you are driving me crazy, it feels so good!"

Cathy was pulled to the floor. Max shoved a big black strap-on dildo
in her cunt, yelling, "I know how wet your little cunt is, you are
ready for this." " Come on bitch take it all!"

Cathy was fucking the dildo, she was really in to it, screaming, "Fuck
me, and Fuck me hard!"

The largest woman, the one that was feeding Cathy her huge tits, sat
on Cathy's face, and demanded "Stick that tongue all the way up my
hole, lick my clit, do it good!"

Cathy was now being fucked hard with a dildo in her pussy and a big
hairy cunt in her face.

Max withdrew the dildo from her well-fucked cunt, "slosh", "plop" and
"whoosh". The one fucking her face got up as well. Cathy was out of
it. Her eyes had a distant look, her breathing was hard and she could
not compose herself.

She was not given a chance; they dragged her to the back of the sofa
by her long blond hair. Her face glistened with pussy juice and her
cunt was dripping fluids.

They quickly bent her over the back of the sofa. A dildo was inserted
in-to her pussy. The other woman positioned herself on the cushion so
that her cunt was in Cathy's face. There she was with another dildo in
her pussy and another cunt in her face.

They were yelling at her "You love black pussy, don't you bitch?"

"That's it fuck that big black dildo, keep moaning, you filthy little whore!"

The woman pulled Cathy to a standing position; she was spun around to
face the woman that had been fucking her from behind with the dildo.
She kissed Cathy full on the lips, at the same time jamming the dildo
back into Cathy's wet cunt, saying, "You taste like pussy!" "You
fucking cunt lapping slut!"

 From behind Max was rubbing another dildo on Cathy's sweet little
ass. For lube, Max used Cathy's cunt juices. The dildo was inched into
Cathy's tight little shit hole! Suddenly… it was rammed all the way
in!

"No, please don't, it hurts; please stop!" Cathy pleaded… Tears were
rolling down her face as she was fucked like never before. Her pleas
were ignored, she was being fucked hard, her ass hurt.

After awhile, the pain in her butt subsided, she felt pleasure. "Yes!
Yes! It hurts so good, keep fucking me, don't stop; fuck the shit out
of me!" She loved it!

The sight of my sweet Cathy being totally dominated and fucked was
really turning me on. My fingers were sliding in and out of my cunt.
One of the girls approached me, saying, "You really like to see your
little slut getting fucked, don't you?"

"You better believe it." I said. She dropped to her knees and began to
lick my cunt. It was heaven cumming in her face while watching Cathy
getting totally fucked…

When the all girl orgy was over, we all had another beer; we needed it
to get our selves together. Especially Cathy, she had to be helped to
her feet, she was a mess. Before we, left Max said that Cathy was one
hot fuck and that they wanted to see her every week. Cathy just
blushed and smiled with pride. It was good to have regular customers;
things were looking up.

When we got home, Cathy sat in the hot bathtub for over an hour.
"Come-on girl." I told her "Lets go make some more money."

Cathy was both surprised and disappointed. She said that she wanted to
spend the evening with just me. "Business before pleasure." I told
her, " When we get back we will have time for that."

We strolled down the street; once again, everyone stared at us. There
were several hookers on the corners. Tugging Cathy's chain, I pulled
her to a stop. " Lets see if we can get a car to stop for your white
ass!" I told her.

In less than five minutes, a limo pulled over to us. The window
lowered and a large heavyset black man bellowed, "What's happening
ladies?" as he grinned at Cathy, displaying a mouth full of white
teeth, and one gold one in the front!

"Anything you want to happen!" I answered him.

"How much?"

"$500!"

"Too much."

"You could get one of those crack whores for less but you have to ask
yourself what else would you get; you look like you can afford it and
just look at this sweet little white housewife!"

He asked if he could watch Cathy and I get it on, then he wanted Cathy
to suck and fuck him.

"Sure Baby, sounds like fun." She could eat my cunt while you fuck her!"

"Get in ladies, we have a deal." "This is going to be one hell of a night!"

Once in his house he led us to the bedroom and told us to strip and get it on.

Jake, as he told us his name in the limo, got naked and watched the
show from a chair. Cathy eagerly sucked my big tits as I finger fucked
her. I pushed her on her back and straddled her sweet face. "Eat that
black cunt bitch!" "Do it good!" Cathy went wild; she was trying to
get her whole face in my hot wet cunt! "You like eating my big black
pussy, don't you bitch?"

"Oh yes, I love your big black tits, your pussy and I love the way you
make me do all of these bad things!" "I love everything about you."
She continued lapping up my pussy juices, she truly did love it and I
loved her doing it!

Glancing over at Jake, I gulped as he was stroking his big fat cock,
the largest I have ever seen, and I've seen more than a few! I would
not mind doing him myself, but this was business and he wanted Cathy.

"That was hot, now I want the white bitch to craw over here and suck
my cock!" She crawled to him and looked at his big cock in disbelief.
Then she started to stroke it. She could not get her small white hands
around his huge black shaft! Her lips were kissing the head of his
cock as her hands moved up and down the shaft.

"Suck it bitch!" Cathy took as much into her little mouth as she
could. "Yeah, choke on it bitch!" She could not breathe. "Lick my
balls!" "Put that little tongue in my ass hole!" She did, quite
eagerly, I was both surprised and jealous by the way she seemed to be
enjoying this man with the huge cock.

"That was good, now put it back in your mouth!" She was gagging on his
huge cock. That just made him fuck her face harder until he shot a
load of cum in her mouth. He told her to lick him clean. She did and
loved it.

Cathy licked and sucked until she had him hard again. Then she was
lifted into the air and lowered to his huge cock.

"Oh God, it's sooo bi..Ggg!" She moaned. "My pussy feels so full, it
feels so good, Oh shit, Oh ohooooo…!"

"You like Jakes big cock jammed up your lily white cunt, don't you
bitch?" "Come –on talk to me."

"Yes I love your big fat black cock in my tight little white pussy!"
"Just keep fucking me, don't stop, it feels so good!" Cathy was
slipping and sliding up and down on his huge cock. She was fucking
him! Then with violent thrust, he shot his hot load of gooey cum into
her hungry cunt. Lusty screams announced the climax of their red-hot
fuck session.

As Cathy licked him clean again, Jake said, "This little bitch is one
hot fuck, I want to see her every week!"

"You got it." I told him as I smiled and thought how cool it was to
have another regular customer, in spite of the fact that I felt uneasy
knowing how much Cathy loved being fucked and dominated by this man
with his huge cock!

Next, we went to Tony's bar. We sat at the bar; there was a good
crowd, all black, Cathy was not the least bit uncomfortable, in just a
few short days she had come a long way. Our drinks were served and a
familiar voice told the bartender that the drinks were on him. It was
Tony; leering at Cathy, he asked me who my friend was.

After the introductions, I told Tony that Cathy was my little fuck
slut and that she was going to earn me some money. Tony told us that
he could help us out. He took us to his office and had us sit on
leather chairs while he made a phone-call.

"Great!" Tony announced, "There is a party going on in the back room,
we have a stripper but they want more and are prepared to pay $1000."
"Are you interested?"

"Yes!" I told Tony, "My little bitch will do it."

Tony told us that as a bonus he wanted to fuck Cathy before she went
back there. As he was sending business our way, I agreed. Tony took
her hand, guided her to the desk, and pushed her face down on the
desk. He lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and fucked her hard
from behind." Who 's your daddy?" "This black cock looks so good
sliding in and out of your white cunt." "You love it, don't you
bitch?"

"Oh yes, I do love it, hurt me, fuck me, I've been a naughty little
girl!" "Your big fat black cock feels soooo.. Gooooood!" "Yes, Yes
fuck the shit out of meeeee…!"

My little fuck slut and I entered the back room and we were cheered,
they were sure glad to see Cathy. The dancer was nude on the stage,
she was bumping and grinding. The dancer was a very tall black woman,
although her skin was much lighter than mine. She motioned with her
hand and called Cathy up to the stage. Cathy seemed so small next to
her." They call me big bertha, baby." "What's your name?"

"Cathy."

"Well Cathy, it does not look right with me being naked and you with
all of your clothes on." "We will have to do something about that!"
Bertha helped Cathy take her clothes off. They both stood on stage
with nothing on but their shoes. Bertha noticed Cathy looking at her
breast and pulled Cathy to her and said, "You like those tits don't
you girl?" She pulled Cathy's face to her breast saying, "Be a good
little girl and suck Bertha's tits, good girl, suck yes, bite them,
don't be afraid, that's it suck, suck, yes!"

She then pushed Cathy to the floor on her knees and told her to eat
her cunt. Cathy was lapping the bald pussy. The men, about twenty of
them in all began hooting and cheering, they were enjoying the shoe.
"That's it baby, eat that cunt, I shaved it just for you!" Bertha then
invited the men to come to the stage and fuck Cathy as Cathy ate her
pussy.

The men came rushing on stage and all of them fucked her. The whole
time Bertha held Cathy's face to her cunt. When the men were finally
done Bertha kicked, Cathy to the floor on her back, put her foot to
Cathy's mouth, made her kiss, lick, and suck her feet. She then sat on
Cathy's face and made her lick her ass hole! "Yes, put your tongue all
the way in my ass hole; you little white fuck slut!" She then pissed
all over Cathy!" While gathering her clothes Bertha looked down at
Cathy and said, "I know you made more money than me but you sure had
to earn it, didn't you?" As she was walking away, Bertha turned and
said, " I rather enjoyed using your body, and you sure eat pussy real
good!" " I work here at the club and I sure hope you come back to see
me!"

Cathy had to be helped to her feet. I took her home, told her that she
did a wonderful job and that we could go home, relax, and spend some
time together.

When we got home, Cathy had a shower and joined me in the bedroom. My
legs were spread and Cathy wasted no time getting between my legs. "Oh
Vera, I am so glad we can be alone together and I just love eating
your pussy!" I smiled and told her to keep licking.

Over coffee in the morning, I informed Cathy that today was her day
off and that we would go see Ron. She looked very sad and told me that
she wanted to see her husband but did not want to be without me. " I
need you Bertha, I could never go back to a life without you. "Honey,
you are not going to lose me, you are the perfect little bitch, you
are everything that I ever wanted, you are sweet and hot at the same
time." " I love you and no one could replace you!" "You will have a
couple of days a week to spend with your husband; the rest of the time
you will be with me." "That way, you will have the best of both
worlds!"

Cathy got so excited she kissed me full on the lips, her eyes were
shining, and she was so beautiful. I told her we would go to bed with
Ron together and have a ball! Nervously she said, "I don't know about
that." I told her not to worry, I would take care of everything!

We no sooner got in the doorway than Ron rushed to embrace her; he was
like a child on Christmas. He was so glad to see her. I told him to be
good to my little bitch, my fuck slut. "You are my little fuck slut,
aren't you Cathy?"

"Yes Vera, you know that I am, I will do anything that you want me to do!"

"How could you do this to her?" Ron demanded.

"Ron, don't you know anything?" I asked. "She wants to be dominated by
me, she loves it, I set her free to do wild things and not feel
guilty!"

"Why don't she feel guilty?"

"Because she is only obeying a command, it is not her own idea!" " You
have to face it Ron or you will loose her altogether, she is
submissive and I am her master, from now on you shall both call me
Mistress!"

" Now both of you into the bedroom and strip!"

"Yes Mistress!" Cathy obeyed.

I looked sternly at Ron. He said "Yes Mistress." Rather reluctantly.

Once in the bedroom I had them, both strip and I took off my clothes
as well. Ron was shoved on his back on the bed. I sucked his dick and
had Cathy join me. "How does that feel Ron?" "Tell me how much you
enjoy your sweet little wife and me sucking your cock and licking your
balls?" "Talk to us Ron!"

"Oh Yeah, this is wild, Wow, don't stop." He loved it. He fucked us
both and shot his load in my cunt. I made them clean my pussy out
together. It was fabulous, two tongues licking my pussy stomach and
legs. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I jokingly asked.
They both gave me a yes. "What a wonderful family!" "Do you two have
any siblings?" Cathy said that she had a younger sister and Ron told
me that he had two sisters. I told them that I would like to meet
them. They both looked shocked and worried. "Gee I wonder why!" I told
Cathy I would be back tomorrow to pick her up. The both kissed me
goodbye.

On the drive back home, I felt so good, so invigorated, and I could
not help but think about the sisters, especially Cathy's.

        THE END

8:00 AM and you’re still asleep. I’m already awake and I wonder what you want for breakfast. I decide that when you wake up you might be in the mood for my pussy. You start to wake up and I quickly put my pussy above your face. "I thought you might like some breakfast" I say to you as you quickly start to lick up my cunt juice. I start to get hungry to and I am in the mood for your cock. I tell you to stop and then I remove your boxers and get into a 69 position. U began to lick my pussy again as I suck your dick. I start at the top then I slowly slide it all the way into my hot little mouth and I start to bob my head up and down. You flick your tongue across my clit, which makes me cum all over your face. You lick it all up and then you erupt into my mouth. I swallow it all and then I kiss you tonguing your mouth passionately. "I need your cock in my pussy now" I say to you with my eyes full of lust.

You bend me over and slam your dick into my pussy. You love to see your huge white dick pound into my little black pussy. I moan loudly as you fuck my pussy. "Oh god daddy fuck your little slut. Fuck me harder daddy harder." I scream out as you fuck my pussy brutally. I shudder as I cum all over your cock coating it with my juices. I tighten my pussy around your dick wanting you to fill me with your cum. "Cum in me daddy, fill me with your seed, cum in your little sluts pussy" You cum hard into my pussy making me cum also. I get off your cock my pussy dripping with our juices.

You sit down and i rush over and impale myself onto your huge dick moaning as i slide my way down. You grab my hips and pull me down onto your rod. I start to bounce faster and harder wanting to cum on your rod. You love to watch my black booty bounce up and down as I ride you. You feel my pussy muscles tighten around your cock as I coat your dick with my cum. You want to cum in pussy so badly but want to see my face as i ride you. You tell me to get off and turn around and get back on I quickly obey you and slide your dick back into my pussy. I mash my chest against yours and put my arms around you as I bounce. My nails dig into your back as my pussy muscles tighten again as I cum on you. You love watching me as I pleasure myself on your dick how the expression on my face changes. I bounce faster and harder on your cock needing you to fill me with your seed. You erupt into me filling me with your cum. You cum so much it leaks out of my pussy. You continue to cum in me as i moan. "Oh god daddy your like a fuckin fountain. Oh daddy fill your little sluts pussy with your creamy hot cum. Oh god I’m cumming with u daddy god it feels so gooood i don’t ever want to stop daddy." I moan loudly and continue to bounce truly never wanting to stop riding u. My legs get tired and i slow down and eventually stop. "Oh daddy don’t take your dick out of me leave it in me" I fall asleep with your dick in me as i lay on your chest. U stroke my hair and fall asleep in the chair with me on your dick knowing we'll fuck again when we wake up.

at.

She licked her left nipple, allowing her tongue ring to slide over it. She felt shivers run through her body. The heat mixed with the breeze and moisture on her nipple made for a stimulating combination.

With her other hand, she gently touched the nub between her legs and rubbed it. It didn’t take long for wetness to appear. Her pussy was soaked in seconds.

She took a quick look around to make sure no one was there and then closed her eyes. Visions of her sexy boyfriend started playing in her mind’s eye. He was very tall, very black, and very muscular.

She thought of how they got hooked up. Her friend introduced them to each other a year ago when she was 24. The attraction was there immediately. By their second date, he had her bending over the car outside in daylight showing him her pussy and ass.

It was bold and exciting. He brought that side out of her. That was probably the reason she was always getting horny whenever she was in her car. It reminded her of the feelings he gave her that day.

She drove to his house. The whole time she was feeling the stick shift in her car and rubbing the knob at the top like it was Darren’s cock.

She let herself into his apartment and sat in his chair. She continued masturbating just enough to keep her pussy wet.

When Darren walked in, her eyes lit up, but he didn’t seem too surprised by what he saw. Darren knew the effect he had Sandy, so seeing her with her legs in the air playing with her cunt wasn’t anything to be shocked about.

They said hello and smiled at each other. Darren dropped to his knees and crawled up to her. Sandy’s mouth flew open as she watched Darren’s head getting closer to her crotch.

He opened his mouth. She let out a gasp. His mouth closed around her clit. He started sucking on it. Sandy gasped again, this time louder and her breathing deepened.

He only gave a couple of quick sucks to tease her. He kissed his way up her body and then kissed her lips. He stood up and started undoing his pants.

Sandy teased his cock first. She played with it through his underwear. She stroked it and blew her breath on it as she gently bit it and fondled his balls.

Throughout it all, she could feel it getting harder. Darren was moaning a lot more. She could feel a tremble in his legs. She reached into his underwear and softly grabbed hold of his cock.

“Ohh,” moaned Darren.

She felt it twitch in her hands. She rubbed her lips on it and let the warm air from her mouth flow across it. Now his cock was throbbing and jumping in her hand.

She playfully bit at his underwear before she pulled them to the floor. His cock jumped out at full erection—eight inches long and ready.

She grabbed it and shoved it in her mouth. All sensuality had gone out the door. She was sucking him hard and jacking him off at the same time while she used her other hand to play with his balls.

Sandy’s blowjobs usually lasted a lot longer, but she could tell by his body language that Darren was excessively aroused and would pop his load before she had a chance to get fucked if she kept sucking him like that, so she stopped and lay on the big chair.

She stretched her legs over either side of chair and looked up at him. He knelt to get his cock level with her snatch, and gently slipped it inside her hot, wet hole.

“Oh, fuck! Oh! Oh!” she screamed. She’d been waiting for this all day.

She eyed him as he pounded her in the chair. His sculpted body was flexing with every move he made.

Sandy started stimulating her clit. It felt so good. Her moans were getting really loud. This was the most four-letter words that she had used all year.

Seeing his girlfriend squirming under him was making him insane with lust. Sandy had to hold onto the back of the chair to keep from being knocked off.

“Ohhhh! Oh, fuck!” she bellowed. “Oh, my god!”

It seemed like the more Sandy screamed, the wilder Darren became. He pinned her legs in place with his upper body and kept slamming it in her.

The whole time he wore this sultry grimace on his face as if he didn’t care how it felt to Sandy as long as it was good to him. His demeanor turned Sandy on however, so the more he showed he didn’t care about her, the hornier she became. Her pussy was the wettest he’d ever felt it.

He pulled her off the chair and forcefully made her bend over it. Then he rammed his cock in, grabbed her by the shoulders, and brutally fucked her from behind.

It made for some deep penetration. He was hitting her G-spot every time.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck my fucking pussy! Fuck yeah! Oh, it feels so fucking good!” she screamed as she grit her teeth and braced herself for a hard orgasm that left her thrashing and screaming for more despite having a sore pussy. And how could her pussy not be sore considering Darren was fucking her so hard that he was making the chair move and rock.

He pulled his cock out and tossed some blankets on the floor. Sandy lay down. Darren turned her on her side and lifted one of her sexy legs in the air so he could easily penetrate her snatch.

“You like fucking my pussy, my tight little fucking hole,” Sandy said as she watched him drilling into her.

She loved the contrast between the colors of the skin, her lightness coming together with his darkness. It was a beautiful sight.

“Oh, god! Oh, fuck! You’re so deep inside my pussy.”

He grabbed Sandy by the waist, flipped her onto her knees, and mounted her from behind. At this point, he wanted to cum, but he wanted to degrade Sandy as much as he could before he did it.

Sandy’s pouty cunt lips were soaked. She was spanking her pussy and screaming as Darren drilled her.

Darren could feel the tingles growing steadily more intense. His legs were dead tired, but he wouldn’t stop banging his girlfriend. It was like he was trying to shove his cock completely through her.

Darren kept thrusting for everything he was worth. Her pussy was so wet and tight and the way she was screaming was bringing him close to his own climax.

He groaned loudly, pulled his dick out, and started jerking it in Sandy’s opened mouth. She opened wide and closed her eyes as sweet globs of cum landed on her tongue and lips. She savored its scent and taste as she let some of it spill from her mouth onto her heaving tits.

She opened her eyes. She looked at the pulsing cock bobbing a few inches from her face and smiled. It made her think of the stick shift in her car.

Now every time she drove her car, she would get horny for black cock. It was kind of amusing to her.

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