For the past thirty minutes Thomas had been looking in horror at the pictures of his wife with someone else, no, not just someone else, but a group of men, black men. In the four years they had been married their sex life as well as their family life had seemed good. Yes she had only been 19 when they had married but she had grown quickly into the role of the perfect Preacher's wife. He knew that she had been a virgin when they had married and that sex was new and strange to her and though they didn't have sex every day she give him much pleasure and he had always thought that he had given her the same. His eyes fell to the note that had been with the pictures, his lips moving as he again went over the lines telling him that if he thought the pictures were good then he shouldn't miss what his wife was doing this afternoon. Every detail of his wife's young petite body and beautiful face stood out in each of the pictures as she lay on a rumpled dirty mattress surrounded by men in what looked like a tavern or pool hall, his hand rubbed over the bulge of his trapped cock and he found himself wishing that he could have been there to watch in person as she had fucked those men.

Angela hung up the phone and slowly walked to her car feeling like some cheap whore, she couldn't believe that she was going to met Warren again. Warren had seemed like such a nice young black boy at the church functions and when he had called asking for help she had not thought twice about meeting him. A chill ran through her as a gust of wind blew under the short mini skirt she wore making her all the more aware that she only had a garter belt under her skirt. The thin translucent blouse covering her breast made it all to clear that she wasn't wearing a bra and the material rubbing across her nipples caused them to stiffen and tingle. She still couldn't believe that Warren had drugged her and then let several of his friends use her sexually. She had fucked or sucked at least seven of his friends unable to do anything but obey as Warren commanded her every action. And now she was to drive to some cheap motel in the run down side of town and met him because he had told her that he had taken pictures of her as she had fucked his friends. He had promised to give the photo's to her if she would met him one more time, and then he had directed her to dress like the whore she was, with only a garter belt under a miniskirt, no bra or panties or he would send the pictures to her husband. She know that he would want sex with her, and the thought of betraying her husband again brought tears to her eyes, but if letting him use her body would protect her husband and keep her shame hidden then she would have to do it in order to get the pictures.

Tom could see that his wife still had her glasses on even as her lips encircled the long fat black cock in her mouth as another black man knelt behind her with his cock buried in her cunt. In fact in every picture that he looked at that was the only thing she wore, and despite his shock, and in spite of who he was, the snap shots of his wife being used by several blacks aroused him. In some of the photos he could see traces of the men's cum on her 34b tits and her flat belly, in other photos cum dribbled from her lips as the black cock she was sucking shoot its load into her mouth and throat. Her red hair was matted and clung to the sides of her cheeks as if one or more of the men had shoot his load over her face and hair. In four pictures, each with a different man, her small red lips were clasped tightly around the shaft of the black cock and her small white hands clung to their buttocks as if trying to pull them deeper into her mouth and he wondered why she was willingly doing something that she had told him she would never do and that it was nasty and perverted.

Parking her car in front of the motel office she glanced at her wrist watch and noted that it was right at 1:00. She was appalled at both the location and the seedy appearance of the motel. And the fact that it was in the worst part of town only heightened her dread. The clerk handed her a key when she told him her name and as his eyes traveled over her body making her blush he told her that the bungalow was paid for and then winked, telling her to have a good time. As she stepped through the door she saw Warren sitting on the bed and when he stood and slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close she trembled. The air was heavy with a strange musty smell and then she realized that it was the odor of stale sweat and sex and what could only be pot. Trying to slip from Warren's grasp and rush from the room did little good as he grabbed her long red hair and yanked her forcefully back and then with a cold cruel hiss told her that if she wanted the pictures the least she could do was give him a piece of that hot pussy of hers. "And you better be good too Angela or so help me you not only won't get the pictures but that God fearing Preacher husband of yours, as well as the members of his church are going to see you in all your glory . I don't think that they'll think to highly of the Preachers wife fucking a group of blacks . But then again some of them holier then thou assholes might get turned on seeing pictures of their Preachers wife sucking black dicks and wallowing on a cum soaked mattress as she fucks others . So unless you want me to distribute those pictures you better just do what I say, or else."

He wondered how or what had driven his wife to do such a thing. It was hard to picture the sex crazed women in the pictures as the same sweet woman he was married to. In one of the picture's the young man with his cock in her mouth looked somehow familiar but he couldn't quite place him, and with that thought in mind he reached for the phone. When he got no answer he glanced at the clock, it was almost 4:30 and he knew no reason why she shouldn't be at home, of course he had never had reason to call before. Hadn't she always been there when he had gotten home from visiting his parishioners or spending the day at the church in some function or other. But now he had a note hinting that his wife might again being doing something like she had done before. Glancing at the pictures again his mind raced with visions of her again doing things that only a cheap slut or a sex crazed pervert would do.

Angela couldn't believe that she had come to this seedy motel dressed like a common slut, or that she was standing in the grasp of a young negro who she at one time had thought nice listening to him tell her that if she did this for him he would give her the pictures. She felt a sharp prick and as she looked down at her hip Warren pushed the plunger down, then he handed her a drink along with a couple of pills grinning at her as he softly told her that it was just something to make her relax. As Warren continued whispering softly into her ear he began fondling her breast, and in spite of her fear of again being used by this young boy that she had once thought nice she found her body warm to his caresses. Popping the pills into her mouth and gulping the drink down sent an almost immediate floating sensation through her body, and as his lips mashed hers and his tongue probed deeply into her mouth she responded willingly pushing her tongue into his as if in a duel. His hands slipped under her skirt rubbing softly over her bare buttocks before gripping her ass cheeks pulling her roughly against his body grinding his hips against hers allowing her to feel the hard bulge of his cock. She collapsed into his arms as they sank to the bed, and as his fingers continued to work she moaned softly, a feeling of pure pleasure flowing through her body. Her legs parted allowing his fingers to probe between her pussy lips and over the hot throbbing hardness of her clit. She felt her pussy throb and moisten as his fingers worked their magic and she felt as if a blow torch were centered between her legs. She dimly remembered this feeling but unlike before it was much stronger, her hips moved against his marvelous fingers and a moan of pure lust escaped from her lips as her own hands covered his, joining his fingers as they played over the hot moist lips of her cunt as he whispered into her ear. "Oh yea Angela, I think that hot little pussy of yours can hardly wait to be filled with some hard black cock am I right . That's right white girl . That's it, play with that pussy, make it nice and moist . Stick your fingers in there and get it ready for some nice hard black cock . Spread them legs and tell me what you want white girl." She was unaware that his friend Melcolm was setting up video equipment as Warren's fingers traveled over body and his voice softly whispered to her. She only knew that the hot burning need she felt had to be quenched. Her fingers pulled her pussy lips apart as she slowly inserted first two and then three fingers into the hot burning hole between her legs, and her hips bounced from the bed while she moaned softly that she needed his hard black cock.

As Tom entered the house he called out to Angela but was greeted with only silence. Going from room to room was like going into a vacuum as the house was silent and when he finally decided to check the garage it to was empty. The darkness outside had deepened and when he flipped on the light switch and turned to enter the house he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up he slowly read that if he wished to see how his wife spent her days he should go to the Pink Flamingo Motel room 314. He read the strange hand writing several times and then walked through the darkened house and out to his car. He had no idea what was awaiting him or if his wife would even still be there but he had to go. And when he pulled into the motel and drove to the managers office. Looking at the register he saw that a Angela Peterson had checked in around 1:00 and that she was in bungalow 314. Asking if she was still there the clerk grinned and at him and then rubbed his crotch as he told Tomas that she was one fine piece of honky snatch. Asking what he meant by that the young black clerk told him that she had come in about 1:00 paid for the room and then had offered him a piece of ass. "I figured what the hell, I mean here's this beautiful red headed white woman checking into this dump wearing a mini skirt and see through blouse asking me if I wanted a piece of ass. You know this black boy ain't going to say no, so I take her out back to the bungalow and do the bump and grind. I got to tell you man that cunt sure do like black meat cause after I shoot my wad she be wanting me to give her more but I tell her I gots to get back to work so she asked if I know any black boys that would like to fuck a white woman. She's one cock hungry slut man. There's been a steady stream of brothers going into her bungalow all afternoon. They've even shot some video, you know, one of those gang bang flicks. Can you imagine a fine looking redheaded white broad taking on fifteen or so black guys and not giving a shit if they tape her. Hey, you ain't her old man or something are you, cause we don't need no trouble here."

Angela felt hands fondling her and her body quivered with excitement, her buttocks continued to bounce from the bed as she continued to finger fuck herself. Hands unbuttoned her blouse and lips encircled her nipples kissing them to full rigid hardness and she dimly wondered how Warren was able to kiss both her tits at the same time. Other hands pulled hers from her crotch and then removed her skirt leaving her with only her garter belt and stockings. Moaning loudly she begged Warren to fuck her, but instead fingers slipped inside her pussy and began working in and out bringing her closer to relief. The bed beside her head sank as her hips bounced up into the multiple fingers fucking into her like a cock. She felt as if she was on a huge wave of pleasure as the hands and lips caressed and fondled her small petite body. Once again she dimly wondered how Warren was able to do so much to her body at once. Her eyes fluttered as she felt something brush over her lips and then she heard Warren's voice softly tell her to open wide so that she could suck some black cock. The cock slipped between her lips as she let her mouth open and she softly pursed her lips kissing the head of the waiting cock and then she licked over the head before stretching her lips wide allowing the large dark hunk of meat to slip into the warm moist cavity of her mouth. Her lips stretched tightly around the head of the cock as she tried to engulf him but try as she might she could not get more then the large knob of the cock between her lips. She almost panicked as she thought about what Warren had said about doing a good job of fucking him or he would send the photos to her husband and the members of his church. She felt fingers twist into her long red hair pulling her head into the air and she gave a muffled scream as her eyes opened to the sight of a large hairy belly and then the cock pushed forward curling her lips inward as it slowly inched forward into her mouth. It was at that instant and to her shock and horror as she felt her lips curl inward and the cock slip into her mouth that she realized that she was once again being used by a group of black men as their sex toy.

As Tom turned and looked across the parking lot looking for his wife's car he heard laughter and the sound of several voices as they carried across the still cold air. He couldn't believe what he was hearing as their laughter and words assaulted his ears and burned into his brain. "Man oh man that is one cock hungry white girl. I don't know if she's really a preachers wife but she sure does believe in integration. I don't even care that Warren charged us fifty cents apiece to fuck her while he taped it, cause he said we could do her till we couldn't get our rocks off anymore. I think he's right when he say's that those tapes are some of the best gang bang tapes anybody's ever seen. Can you believe she took Jesse's 14 inch cock in the poop chute while sucking on Raymond's 10 inches. That red head sure did look sexy with nothing but a garter belt and her glasses on as she gobbled that cock. I still can't believe that white sluts answer when Tyron asked her if she would fuck his dog's, she begged him, I mean she actually begged him to let her fuck his dogs. She's been getting black cock all afternoon and she begged him to let her fuck those dogs."

She dimly heard over the pounding in her ears his laughter as he pushed forward again, slipping another inch or so of his massive cock between her widely stretched lips. She heard him tell the others that she was one preachers wife that believed in giving, and that this afternoon she would be giving each of them all the white pussy they could ask for. Again his hips lunged forward shoving two more inches of hard thick dark meat into her mouth and she felt the tip of his engorged cock press against her tonsils. His fingers tightened in her hair and then in total disbelieve she felt his cock push her tonsils aside and begin to slither into her throat until she felt the hair around the base of his cock against her lips. Her hands flew up to his hips and tried to push him away, her eyes pleading for help as she looked up into the grinning face of the negro pushing his lust engorged cock deep into her throat. With tremendous effort she fought for air and then to her relief she managed to draw a shallow breath through her nostrils as she swallowed the saliva filling her mouth. It was in that instant when her vision cleared momentarily that she saw not only several black men, but the video cameras. He slowly pulled backward until only the head of his cock remained between her lips, and as her mind and soul screamed out in pain with the knowledge of betrayal, her soul collapsed in on itself as the video camera zoomed in on the hard length of black cock. Her tightly ovaled lips traveled the length of dark meat as the negro's hips lunged forward pushing into the hot moist cavity of her mouth and deep into her throat until her lips were once more around the base of his cock, and his balls slapped against her chin. Her small white hands clung to the lunging hips as they rocked back and forth, one moment pulling back until just the knob of hard black cock was between her lips and in the next moment plunged deep into her throat, her eyes stared into the camera unable to look away. She heard his laughter and abusive language as he called her by name, telling not only the other black men, but anyone that might watch the video what a great cock sucker she was.

Slowly as if in a fog he started to walk in circles but before he had taken three steps the night clerk had grabbed him. "I got to tell you man I can't believe you didn't call the cops, not that it would have done any good cause they won't come down here. Your one of those guys that gets his rocks off dreaming about his wife getting fucked by a group of well hung black men, ain't you Reverend. I want you to picture that young wife of yours out there in that bungalow as one after the other a bunch of niggers that paid me fifty cents apiece push their cocks into her mouth and cunt, and yea even that tight little ass of hers. Can you see it Reverend, can you see what a cum bucket she's become. She's nothing but a cock hungry white slut that would even fuck a pack of dogs if I let her."

Derek recently started a new job at a large law firm and already made some friends. One of his co-workers, Josh, was getting married and Derek seized the moment to make himself very popular and possibly a partner - he offered to host Josh's bachelor party. For the next couple weeks Derek bragged about getting a hot stripper that would put out. Derek interviewed several girls and the stripper he wound up choosing had an hourglass figure and was very busty. Finally the day arrived - Derek's cell phone rang, it was the hired stripper telling him she had the flu and couldn't make it. Derek was in a panic worried his co-workers would think he was a total asshole - and he'd never have a chance to make partner. Thinking quick Derek ran to his car and raced home.

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Arriving home, running inside, out of breath, Heather wondered what was wrong. Derek explained the situation at work, saying he'd never make partner and could even lose his job. "Sweetie I really need to make a good impression with these guys, and now they'll think I'm a real loser." Heather shrugged her shoulders, "I understand what you're going through but you really got yourself in this mess. There's nothing I can do to help you." Derek looked at his wife, up and down. thin, sexy, hot, brunette, with 36D tits. hmmm. Heather shocked, looked at Derek, reading his mind "I can't believe you're going to ask me to do it!?!" Derek carefully shook his head, yes. "Derek you're the only man who has ever seen me naked. I was a virgin when we married. You know I'm very shy. I'd be very embarrassed! I can't believe you're even considering this!" Derek pleaded "Honey I really need this job, WE need this job! This is my chance to become a partner in the firm." Heather realized he really needed her help. "Look none of the guys have met you, so they won't know who you are. I promise you only have to strip, that's all. Besides they'll be so drunk the next day they won't even remember it was you who danced that night." Heather couldn't believe what she was about to say, but she did "Ok, ok, I'll do it - but it's for us! It's for us, you jerk."

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Derek and Heather arrived at the Gentleman's Club. Heather wore make-up and an outfit that would make everyone drool - black high heeled shoes, shiny leather shorts, black studded leather vest, and a tight fitting bra which pushed her tits up into a deep cleavage. Derek was already turning white thinking about what the guys would do to his wife, that they would ravage her, but he couldn't tell her. Heather on the other hand was very nervous, telling Derek she needed a few strong drinks when she got inside. Heather pulled him aside "Derek I'm doing this for us, just remember that." "Honey, just do the striptease like on our honeymoon - everything will be fine." At the door Derek knocked and Josh opened it slurring his words "Dude, you made it! And look at this hot chick you brought! Come on in." Derek and Heather stepped into the club - every man was well dressed in a tux but very drunk. Two of Derek's co-workers playing pool looked over at the stripper and whistled cat calls. Josh whispered in Derek's ear "Thanks Dude for pulling this through. You picked a really good one man, she's smokin' hot, and great tits! I can't wait to fuck her brains out! You know, between you and me, I've hadn't sex with my fiance all week so I'm damn horny right now - fuck, this bitch won't see what's cummin', if you know what I mean, heh, heh." Derek gulped and smiled. This is not what he originally planned. Derek looked over at the bar and saw Heather was helping herself to some shooters in order to loosen up and relax - Derek thought she should be drinking more cause she'll need them. Suddenly one of his co-workers yelled "Hey, let's see this bitch dance!" "Yeh! Let's see her strip and shake her big tits!" Heather wanted to run out of the room because she really didn't want to go through with this. Heather looked over at Derek who nodded his assurance that everything would be ok. Remembering her honeymoon striptease, Heather started her dance, swinging her hips to and fro. Starting at her shoulders, she ran her hands down her body, over her large breasts, down her waste and thighs, between her legs, rubbing her fingers in her crotch, brought one up to her mouth, sucked on it, and ran the finger inside and out like she was giving it a blowjob. That got real loud whistles from the crowd. Heather bent over showing the incredible valley between her big boobs, stuck her thumbs within the leather shorts, pushed them down to her feet, and stepped out. "Yeh! Let's see that ass baby!" Heather turned around with her back to the crowd, raised her arms over her head, and shook her ass all around. This brought some hoots from the guys who were loving the tease. Bringing her hands up to her leather top, she unbuttoned it and slowly took it off, swinging it over her head, and throwing it aside. Heather was now just left in her panties and bra in front of all the horny and lust filled men. Heather started shaking her big melons causing them to wobble back and forth, her nipples clearly seen through the bra. She noticed the guys were hypnotized by her full round boobs and rubbing their crotches, getting all worked up. Josh was about ready to explode and having a hard time controlling himself. Heather noticed Josh's hands reaching out into the air toward her like he wanted her, but she ignored it when a voice called out "Let's see that cunt bitch!" Another voice "Woman! Show us your fuckin' pussy, come on let see that fuck hole of yours." Heather, nervous again, looked over at her husband, who again nodded his approval.

Heather reached down to her panties - a voice yelled "Oh yeh, she's doin' it - fuck yes!" Heather also saw guys all around her tossing down more booze in anticipation of seeing her snatch. The yelling got louder "Take it off!" "Take it all off!" Looking around the room Derek knew his wife would get raped - and he couldn’t stop it. Heather pulled her panties all the way down and off her legs, swung it around, and threw them toward Derek, but Josh caught them mid-air. He sniffed her panties savoring the odor of her pussy. Stuffing them in his coat pocket, Josh couldn't take it anymore - he had to have her. Josh unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and charged right at Heather - she stood still wide eyed and scared, while he lunged right at her, tore open her bra, allowing her huge melons to spring free for all to see. Then grabbing her at the waist, he pulled her toward him, lifted her off the ground, and back to his chair, aiming and plunging his dick right in and all the way up into her cunt. Derek couldn't believe his eyes, he knew this would happen but denied it until he actually saw it happen - another man was fucking his wife. Every time Josh pumped Heather her big tits would heave and wobble up and down. Heather was shocked as well, realizing she was being forced to fuck another man - her marriage vows of faithfulness gone while this man's cock was fucking her silly, all while knowing Derek was watching. Heather thought "Oh God, my husband, why isn't he stopping this? Why? Another man, is, oh, fucking, oh, my, ahhhh, pusssssyyyy, oh god!" Heather screamed out loud "I'm cumming!" It was the best orgasm she ever felt and it spread throughout her whole body - this caused her pussy to squeeze around Josh's cock, making her even tighter. Josh grabbed Heather’s hooters and sucked on her hard nipples, still pumping away, until Josh couldn't hold it back any longer and his dick exploded inside her, shooting load after load, till her vagina was completely filled up with his juicy hot cum. Now Heather felt another man's spunk inside her for the first time, all warm and wet - so hot and erotic she thought, I fucked another man, and with that thought alone another incredible orgasm ripped right through her. As Josh and Heather both came down from their highs, she dismounted from Josh, feeling his cum, gobs of it, dripping down her legs - Derek saw it too.

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For the next two hours, every one of Derek's co-workers had their way with Heather, in every way imaginable - with liquor stenched breath, and wild drunkeness, they filled up her mouth, ass, cleavage, and pussy, with their cum not once but several times each. None of them knowing she was Derek's wife, everbody fucked her like she was a whore; and Derek just sat their the whole time alone feeling guilty how he could have let all these men repeatedly rape the wife he loved so much. What animals they were, they didn't give a damn about her - she was just a fuck toy to them.

Josh finally noticed Derek hadn't participated in the fun. "Hey Derek, come over here and fuck this piece of ass! She loves it! Look at her! She loves it! Come over here and fuck this bitch!" Again, Derek was faced with no choice. Walking over to Heather, he noticed she was covered in cum, dripping from her pussy, ass, everywhere. Derek pulled down his pants, got out his cock, leaned over to Heather's ear, and told he was sorry, so very sorry for what happened tonight - Heather said "Just fuck me" - and with that he rammed his cock right between her cunt lips and deep into her cum hole. As he fucked her over and over, just like he did since their honeymoon, he kept mouthing to her he was sorry, so very, very sorry, until even his passion overtook him - he did just like every other guy in the room - Derek shot tons more cum from his balls and out his cock deep into Heather's fucking pussy. He then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, saying "I love you", while she shuddered with another orgasmic climax. Even as a cum-filled whore, love knows no bounds.

In order to make a few extra bucks and make ends meet, Chris decided to enter his wife Susan in a contest at a local strip club. Susan was a blonde with a slim figure and a 44DDD chest which got lots of attention. When men met her for the first time they couldn't help but stare right at her heaving bosom. This embarrassed Susan because she didn't often know what to say or do when guys would obviously gawk at the cleavage formed by her huge melons. At work, co-workers always leered at her boobs making obscene comments and suggestions. Her tits often got groped on a bus or the subway - some guys even pretended to lose their footing, intentionally grabbing them, molding them, holding on tight, straightening up, letting go, and then not even apologize. Susan tolerated all this attention ever since high school.

Chris and Susan arrived at the strip club and the customers immediately turned their heads at the set of mammoth hooters that walked into the place. Susan promised Chris she was only doing this for the money and wanted to get it over and done with - Chris just smiled. Susan was asked to sign a disclaimer which if she only read it, stated the establishment was not responsible for the sexual activities of its customers - without reading the disclaimer, Susan signed it and gave it to the club manager. After a few average looking contestants danced on the stage, stripped, and danced, Susan was next. Walking onto the stage she got hoots and hollers - "Take it off bitch!" "Let's see them tits!" "Show us your fuckin' melons!" Susan realized this was a rowdy crowd, but it was too late. Standing on the stage looking down she noticed a mattress on the floor and thought that was odd - must be for a special event? Another voice yelled "What's taking this bitch so long?" Realizing she was the only woman in an entire room of men, she felt quite vulnerable.

Susan began with gyrating her hips, left and right, running her hands up and down her body. The men got quiet and stared. Bending over, showing her deep valley of her bosom, she unbuttoned her shorts and lowered them to the ground. The men gawked with their mouths open, practically drooling at the site of her chest. Susan pulled her tank top off displaying her mountainous tits with her bulging nipples all encased within a bra - her boobs were literally spilling over the top. A round chorus of appreciation went around the room - "Yeh!" "Fuck yes!" "Look at those big fuckin' mothers!" Susan was getting pretty scared, but this caused her nipples to really harden up. Thinking of the money she kept going - next shaking her body out of her panties, dropping them to the floor - quickly hands went up on the stage to take her shorts and panties. Not knowing what to do now and the men urging her on, Susan started removing her bra. Reaching behind and breathing in deeply caused her knockers to stand WAY, WAY out - "Holy Fuck! I'd love to get my hands on those!" came from the audience. Undoing the snap, Susan pulled a strap off one shoulder, then the other - her mounds were so BIG they held the cups right in place. Every eye in the place was locked on her tits. Placing her fingers on both cups, Susan proceeded to peel off the cups - the place was totally quiet, every jaw dropped, in awe of what was happening - when the cups passed her huge nipples, the bra completely off, Susan stood there in all her naked glory - voices went off "Woh!" "Wow!" "Just look at those huge fucking tits!" "Gotta get me some of that!" and several other wolf calls went off around the room. Susan jumped when another hand went on stage to grab her bra. Now Susan was completely vulnerable as she stood nude in front of all these men who had her clothes. Susan had nowhere to go.

"Move bitch!" Hearing that, Susan lowered her hips toward the floor causing her pussy to display open in front of all the hungry eyes. Shaking her boobs back and forth, and then mashing them together caused the men to get into a frenzy, all worked up. The men were getting beyond the point of no return - they wanted her, really wanted her, like savage animals. Not caring anything about her, they saw Susan as a bitch with huge awesome melons who must be fucked. One of the guys asked her to come over to the front of the stage - Susan looked at the guy thinking it was money he wanted to give her - she stepped over to the guy, bent over to grab the "tip", and suddenly several hands flew in to grab her, pulling her forward into the crowd completely helpless and under complete control of the men.

Susan was guided over and onto the mattress where the guys started to ravage her. Pinning her down, Susan screamed realizing these men were going to rape her. The manager stood watching but could do nothing, in fact he was getting a bulge watching her about to be violated. One hand covered her mouth - other pairs of hands grabbed her tits, squeezed them real hard, mashed them together, molded them; someone pinched her nipples pulling her tits up and swung them around; the one covering her month removed his hand and then pushed his cock into her throat forcing Susan to suck on his member. One customer climbed on top of her pushing his dick between her cleavage and squeezing her BIG meaty tits all around - in and out he went enjoying the friction between her massive juggs. Chris couldn't believe his eyes as he was totally turned on watching these men rape his wife - he was the only one she'd ever fucked and now dozens of men were doing so. Another walked over to Susan, and she instantly recognized him as one of her co-workers - it was Jeff, someone she considered a very good friend, she even helped him many hours with his career - now Susan was "udderly" humiliated. Jeff leaned toward her ear and told Susan he'd always wanted to fuck her and now finally he could - Susan pleaded, begged him not to - but Jeff, really driven to FUCK his friend, this bitch, pulled down his pants - meanwhile the guy in her mouth exploded shooting his cum down her throat. Susan gagged but swallowed all of it - next the guy between her tits shot his cum, squirt after squirt, all over Susan's face. Now there was no one between Susan and Jeff. Looking into Susan's eyes and with pure intent, Jeff pointed his cock straight at her cunt - without hesitation he pushed it between her lips and lunged forward jamming his meat all the way inside till his balls touched bumping up against her. Jeff was in a complete state of lust, beholding not Susan but the whore he always wanted. She told Jeff, she wasn't protected or on the pill - he didn't care, Jeff with fire in his eyes could only muster an "I'm sorry bitch but I have to fuck you - I have to, I have no choice but to fill you up" and with that he grabbed her huge mounds tight with his hand and rammed his cock even deeper, pulled completely out, then rammed his cock forward again. Chris was aware his wife was unprotected but this got him even more excited so he pulled out his cock and started beating it. Jeff was picking up rhythm loving the sensation of Susan's cunt squeezing his cock, her tits rocking back and forth, raping his bitch of a friend, at last - Jeff picked up her legs, lifted her ass up, so he could ram even deeper, faster and faster, in and out, thrust after thrust, pushing, pulling, pushing. Jeff's cock stiffened up, real hard, his eyes rolling up into his head, and Susan realized he was about to. and Jeff did, with incredible force, shot load after hot load of his juicy cum deep into Susan's pussy, saying "Fuck you bitch, fuck you! God, this feels so fucking good!". With Jeff's cock spasming, twitching, and filling her up, Susan had the most amazing orgasm, the best she ever felt - tensing, shaking, tingling all over her body as Jeff was still emptying himself into her. At the sight of another man's cock shooting inside his wife, Chris squirted his cum all over Susan's tits, saying "Here goes you fucking whore!".

As Jeff pulled out, Susan was turned over, fucked from behind, in the mouth again, and in her cunt over and over. The manager fucked her pussy, totally getting off on her "torture", and eventually pumped his huge load into her. Other guys came back for seconds, thirds, and even fourths fucking her any way they wanted, while Susan begged them to stop - the more she begged the more they fucked her. By evenings end, Susan was completely filled up and covered with cum and used like the bitch she was

My Wife\'s Black Attacker 

My wife and I had been married for almost three years before it happened. Our sex life had been very standard up to that point; straight sex two or three times a week, a little oral sex if I asked for it and she was in the right mood, but nothing kinky. No anal sex, threesomes, swapping, etc. Not that I hadn\'t asked for it mind you, she just wasn\'t interested in anything that \'hurt\' or involved other people.

I am 32 and my wife is 28. We have one child, a girl, and live in a nice suburban neighborhood with a white picket fence and a dog (just kidding about the fence and the dog but you get the picture). My wife, Ann, works out regularly and her body shows it. There is not an ounce of fat on it, and her 35C breasts only have the slightest amount of droop to them. She is a good-looking woman who frequently draws a discrete crowd when she lays out by the clubhouse pool or works in the yard in her halter top.

If this was all there was to this story however, I wouldn\'t be writing it and you wouldn\'t be reading it. Our lives were changed completely one Sunday night last fall.

It was around 10PM on an ideal fall night, the air had that crisp, fresh feeling and we had opened the windows to let it blow through the house. Our daughter was asleep upstairs and we had retired to the bedroom, hopefully for a little late night loving before we drifted off to sleep. After a few minutes of the standard \'been married forever\' foreplay, we got into the missionary position and began to make love slowly. It seemed so quiet and peaceful we were hardly moving, both just slowly pressing against each other with our eyes closed, savoring the feeling of the breezes blowing across us and the feel of each others bodies.

We had been making love for about 5 or ten minutes when suddenly I had an incredibly strong hand reach around my head and clamp itself over my mouth. As my eyes flew open, I saw another hand cover my wife\'s mouth as well. Before I could react, I was forcibly pulled from on top of my wife and flipped onto my back next to her. At this point I got my first look at the intruders. Standing next to our bed were three of the largest black men I had ever met in my life.

The first man, holding his hand over my mouth, was at least six feet tall and fairly light skinned. He was wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed his well-muscled frame.

The second man, who was holding my wife\'s mouth, was just a little shorter than the first, more compact and muscular, and wore the same jeans and T-shirt.

The third fellow was standing by the foot of the bed with a slight smirk on his face. This man was truly frightening, and not just because of the semiautomatic pistol he was holding. He was at least 6\'6", probably about 250 pounds, and every ounce looked to be muscle. His skin was dark as coal and his hair was shaved so low that he looked almost bald. He wore a tank top and a pair of baggy shorts, both white, which made him look even darker. In the brief moments before he spoke his size and hard look reminded me of an NFL linebacker.

"Well boys, I think we hit the jackpot!", he said.

In my mind I registered surprise that he spoke with almost no dialect. In my limited experiences with blacks they had usually been hired yard workers who almost seemed to speak another language.

"No shit Lamar, looks like we\'re going to have a party!", said the one holding my mouth,

"You think the lady wants a REAL man Bobby?"

"I think we need to find out Skate," said the man holding my wife\'s mouth.

"It sure looks like her man can\'t give her what she needs!"

They all started laughing and I realized it was my rapidly shrinking cock they were laughing at. While I am not small, just around seven inches, and according to my wife very thick, at this moment the fear in my belly was causing me to shrink up like I had been dunked in ice water.

Lamar came around to my side of the bed and pressed the muzzle of his gun to my head.

"Why don\'t we just move you out of the way little man." he said as he dragged me off the bed by my hair and dropped me against the wall.

"Now before we get started, lets set some ground rules, you\'re going to take good care of us bitch, make us real happy or your little man here gets a new hole in his head!", he snarled at my wife.

My wife just stared at him, her eyes wide with fear.

"Do you understand bitch?" he almost whispered in a deadly voice.

My wife\'s eyes looked at me, and then at the ceiling and I realized she was thinking about our daughter asleep upstairs. After a moment her head nodded.

"Good, that\'s what I wanted to hear," Lamar said,

"now no screaming or yelling cause it will go bad for your hubby here." He waved the gun at Bobby who was holding my wife down, and he slowly uncovered her mouth and released her.

"Bobby, you go first, then Skate," he said,

"judging by the little man here, you\'ll need to get her ready."

They all laughed and my guts twisted a little as I hoped that didn\'t mean what I thought it did. As my wife lay flat on the bed, Bobby began to strip off his T-shirt revealing his rock hard chest and stomach muscles. Next he kicked off his shoes, and then undid the clasp of his jeans and slid them down his legs. When he stood back up his half hard cock sprang out. At that moment I was afraid for my wife. Bobby\'s cock was only half hard and had to be at least 9 inches long and probably two inches thick. I could see Ann just staring at his dick and as he reached for her she let out a slight whimper.

"Come here baby," Bobby said as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed and onto her knees in front of him.

"Suck my dick!" he commanded.

I watched as my wife cast a fearful glance at his awesome cock then looked over at me.

"Now!" shouted Lamar who pressed the gun harder against my head, "and do it good."

Ann looked at me with pain in her eyes then turned back to that chocolate colored flesh stick bouncing in front of her face. I watched with horror as her little hand moved slowly up to wrap itself around that cock. She leaned forward and opened her mouth slightly and began to suck on the massive head.

"Oh yeah, that\'s the way bitch," moaned Bobby, who\'s cock began to swell, growing to at least 11 terrifying inches and thickening even more in the process. Ann continued to suck on the head and began moving her small white hand back and forth slightly on that dark shaft. As she did Bobby reached his hands up and grabbed her head.

"You\'re going to have to do better than that!", Bobby grunted as he began to force his cock forward.

Ann tried to pull back but his hands held her head tightly, and that massive cock began to slide deeper into her mouth. Bobby pushed almost three inches of cock into my wife while her mouth stretched impossibly wide and her lips slid down that long shaft. He began to fuck in and out of her mouth, his now glistening shaft sliding deeper and deeper with each stroke until almost five inches was fucking in and out of my wife\'s mouth.

Bobby was breathing harder and my wife was making low, almost grunting noises as his cock hit the back of her throat. I watched with disbelief as my wife took that massive member in her mouth, thinking about all the times she said my cock was too big, that it made her jaw hurt to blow me. As Bobby fucked my wife\'s mouth he began to take small steps backwards until Ann was leaning forward on her knees and would have fallen on her face were she not impaled by his shaft. Bobby pulled his cock almost completely out of her mouth and pushed it forward again, this time with force. When his cock hit my wife\'s throat he kept pushing and it began to slide even deeper.

Ann began to struggle as she felt his cock start into her throat, making choking noises and trying to push him away with her small hands. But that cock kept coming, and kept sliding in until only two inches of Bobby\'s eleven inch cock was still outside of Ann\'s mouth.

"Man, your wife sure can suck cock!" laughed Bobby looking at me and ignoring my struggling wife.

I felt almost sick as I watched, knowing that my wife always had said she couldn\'t deep throat me because I was too big. And here she was with nine inches of black cock down her throat. Bobby began to pull out again, allowing Ann a gasping breath before he shoved it back again. He established a rhythm, literally fucking my wife\'s face with his black cock sliding in and out of her throat. He began to pant, his thrusts becoming more rapid, his massive cock pistoning in and out of my wife who knelt almost passively now, her eyes closed, saliva dripping from her bottom lip.

"Oh god, I gonna cum! Swallow it all bitch!" he shouted, and forced his dick into my wife all the way, the last two inches sliding into her mouth and her nose pressed into his scrubby pubic hair. He shuddered and I could tell he was shooting his load down Ann\'s throat. As if on cue, I could see her throat begin swallowing, trying to take all his spunk before she drowned in it. Bobby continued to cum for almost 30 seconds, his cock buried to the hilt in my wife\'s mouth, until at last he shuddered and slowly pulled it out. As his cock left her throat Ann took one shuddering gasp and collapsed onto the floor, panting and choking.

"No bitch ever sucked my cock like that! You are one lucky dude!" Bobby laughed, winking at me as he pulled his clothes back on.

As he dressed, Skate went around the bed and grabbed Ann\'s collapsed body and easily lifted her and threw her onto the bed on her back. She just laid there in a daze as he stripped off his clothes, pulling down his pants to reveal a cock the equal of Bobby\'s in length but probably three inches in width. Underneath that impossibly large cock were a set of balls that had to be seen to be believed. The swung low in his sack and looked like two extra large eggs swinging back a forth as he moved.

Skate got onto the bed and walked on his knees over to Ann and grabbed one of her tiny ankles in each massive hand. He yanked her legs apart and pushed them back until they were directly above her shoulders, her ass lifted slightly off the bed and her pussy lips parted and her tight pucker anus winking below. Looking between her legs, I could see that she was still glistening with wetness despite the fifteen minutes she had spent with Bobby.

"Look, she\'s still wet and ready!" said Skate,

"Guess she likes it from real men!" he said leering at me.

As I looked at that huge black fuck stick pointing at my wife\'s tiny pussy I was almost glad she was still wet, but part of me wondered why. Skate move forward and pressed the massive head of his black cock against my wife\'s pussy and pressed forward, but it slipped away, unable to gain entry. He tried twice more without success.

"Bobby, hold her legs for me, this is a two hander." he called out.

Bobby, who had dressed by now, crawled onto the bed and knelt by my wife\'s head, taking her legs from Skate and holding them wide. Skate, his hands free, reached one hand down aiming his cock at my wife\'s tiny hole and pressed forward. Ann\'s pussy lips were mashed to the side and the head of that cock moved forward, seeking entry. Once he had the tip of his cock lodged in her, Skate took his hand away, leaned over my wife, and mercilessly shoved forward with all his strength. Ann, who until this point had lay on the bed as if unconscious, suddenly came to life. Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened into a high-pitched scream, so high it was almost inaudible. Skate laughed, drew back, and shoved forward again, now forcing six inches of his cock into my wife.

From my vantage point I could see his cock sticking out of Ann\'s pussy like a baseball bat. Her pussy lips had been forced inside of her by the size of cock and her thighs were quivering. Skate began to stroke his cock in and out of Ann\'s pussy, going slightly deeper with each stroke. Ann was now whimpering and tossing her head side to side as he fucked her. I watched for the next two minutes as that huge black cock slid in and out of her, now coated by her juices, going deeper with each stroke until all eleven inches were buried in her. Skate\'s huge balls were slapping against my wife\'s asshole as he deep stroked her, pulling his cock out until I could see the head, then slamming it back in to the hilt. The scene was unbelievable, my wife, who had always said my cock was as big as she could handle, was taking this black man\'s huge cock completely into her body.

What was truly incredible though was what happened next.

Ann stopped whimpering, and then, very quietly began moaning! She was being raped by this horse cock and enjoying it! Skate waved to Bobby, who let Ann\'s legs go. Skate then leaned all the way over her body with her feet trapped on his massive shoulders.

"Guess she needed a real man after all!" Skate said looking over at me with a big smile.

Then he went to work, pile driving that huge cock of his in and out of Ann\'s doubled over body. The only sound in the room was Skate\'s panting, the slapping of his huge balls against her asshole, and my wife\'s increasing moans. Soon my wife began to thrust her hips back up to meet his thrusts, their bodies slamming together violently, his huge cock forcing itself in and out of her widely stretched pussy. And then Ann began to cum, a low, continuous moan that built to a scream issued from her open mouth. Her arms reached up and tried to wrap around Skates body but could only barely touch his back. I could see my wife\'s pussy begin to pulse and the added lubrication allowed Skate\'s cock to slide even faster in and out of her. I watched, horrified, as Skate\'s balls tightened up as he prepared to come. Then he leaned down and pressed his black lips over my wife\'s mouth, and with a deepening sickness I watched her suck his tongue into her mouth. This seemed to be all Skate could take and he slammed into her one last time, buried his cock to hilt, and held it there as he shot his load.

Ann, who had had at least two orgasms, screamed out as she felt his hot sperm shoot into her, and began to cum again, thrashing and moaning, her little white body squirming, pinned underneath this huge black man. They laid like that with Skate\'s cock buried to the hilt in my wife for almost a minute, then he leaned up and began to slide that cock from her pussy. As he pulled it out Ann whimpered for him to keep it in, until the head left her pussy with a pop.

I almost tossed cookies right there as I looked between her legs at her pussy, stretched, and gaping wide, thick globs of sperm flowing out and dripping across her asshole onto the bed. Everyone was silent, except for Ann who continued to moan quietly, as Skate got off the bed. Finally Lamar broke the silence.

"Bobby, come here and keep an eye on this guy, it\'s time for the main event!"

They traded the gun, and while Bobby kept it pressed to my head, Lamar knelt in front of me.

"Seems like you wife likes a little dark meat doesn\'t it?" he said, his teeth flashing in a big smile.

"Guess you just haven\'t been man enough for the little slut."

I really just wanted to crawl away and die at this point. My wife was a slut. She was being raped by three hugely hung black men and loving it.

"Well, like I said, time for the main event," said Lamar,

"After this your little slut won\'t be able to sit for a week."

It took a moment for me to realize what he meant. He was going to fuck my precious little wife in the ASS!

Standing right in front of me, Lamar began to strip off his clothes. I could see from the bulge in front of his shorts that he was already hard. Unfortunately for my wife I was wrong. When he pulled down his shorts, a coal black cock sprang out and almost hit me in the face. Lamar was hung like no man I had ever seen or heard of before. His cock was as big as Bobby\'s was when hard, and Lamar was only just now beginning to swell. I could barely tear my eyes away from it and look up at his face. Lamar could see the fear in my eyes and laughed.

"Hope your little wife is ready for this, because if she isn\'t, I\'m going to split her in two." he said, turning away from me and kneeling on the bed.

While everyone was busy Ann had laid sprawled on the bed, her hand now buried between her legs, busily frigging her clit while she gasped, oblivious to what was coming (so to speak).

"Skate, come over her and hold her!" Lamar commanded.

Skate got back on the bed by Ann\'s head and Lamar handed her legs to him. He stretched them back until her knees were touching the outside of her shoulders, her ass lifting off the bed. Bent like this her asshole winked at me, lifted up and pointing right at Lamar. Lamar paused for a moment, pulling on his shaft as it hardened and lengthen to at least 14 inches and thickened until it looked to be about 3 1/2" inches across.

He then spit on his hand and rubbed it on the head, coating it. Looking at me, he winked, then moved forward. As I watched I almost yelled a warning to Ann, who was busily trying to catch Skate\'s still slimy cock in her mouth. But watching her sluttish actions I decided she was going to get what she deserved. Lamar settled in front of Ann\'s ass, and brought the head of that massive cock up and pressed it against her asshole. Finally Ann realized what was happening and looked down at Lamar and the massive jet black cock about to sodomize her.

"NO!, nobody does that!, STOP IT!, I\'ll do anything you want!", she began to babble.

"That\'s right, and this is what I want!", replied Lamar coldly.

Ann continued to beg him not to do it, so Lamar calmly took one hand and placed it over her mouth, and with the other he steadied that cock and began to press forward. As he pressed against her sphinchter, Lamar\'s cock seemed to do nothing but press her asshole away from him, that whole area of her body pressing inward without any penetration. Lamar pressed harder, and still nothing.

"Guess you\'re not much of a backdoor man are you?" Lamar said to me,

"She\'s still tighter than shit! Bobby, go into the bathroom and get something to grease her up with, he ain\'t going to move."

Bobby stuck the gun and his pants and walked into the bathroom where I could here him rummaging around. While we waited Lamar just stared at me and I listened to Ann struggle and her muffled pleading. When Bobby returned he tossed a small jar of Vaseline we had in the bathroom over to Lamar and returned to guarding me. Lamar caught the jar with one hand, leaving the other on Ann\'s mouth, and placed it on the bed beside him.

"Just what the doctor ordered." grunted Lamar.

He dipped his fingers into the jar and took out a large glob which he coated his now throbbing member with. He stuck his fingers in again, coating them up, then leaned back. Sticking his hand out he placed a single greasy finger against Ann\'s asshole and turned to look at me as he suddenly shoved it all the way in. Ann let out a muffled scream which Lamar ignored as he pulled his finger out and shoved it right back in, wiggling it to grease up her asshole. He then pulled out and scooped up more vaseline, then placed two fingers against her asshole and jammed them in without warning. Again Ann screamed, though with less conviction this time. After working his fingers in and out of her anus for a few seconds Lamar removed them and moved forward again to press his cock against her asshole.

"Get ready honey, cause here it comes!" he said to Ann with a viscous grin on his face.

He pressed forward, and this time Ann\'s anus began to open as his greasy cock began to force its way in. Lamar continued to press in until half of the head of his cock had spread open Ann\'s clenching anus. Ann was crying and thrashing and had managed to work her hands down and was futily pushing against Lamar\'s muscled stomach.

"Relax honey, you\'re going to enjoy this!" he said.

Then with a flex of his huge buttocks he speared into Ann\'s asshole. My stomach flipped as Ann let out a long muffled scream, her hands and body twitching. Lamar paused for a moment and I could see the head of his cock lodged in my wife\'s asshole, the other 13 inches looking like a long black log sticking out of her. Lamar scooted his knees forward, then with another flex, shoved six inches of massive cock into Ann\'s bowels to the accompaniment of another muffled scream. He brutally ignored her and began to saw in and out of her ass, slowly working another 3 inches of cock in. By this time he was working up a sweat.

"Man, busting your wife\'s ass cherry is hard work!", Lamar said to me with a grin,

"This would have been a lot easier if you had been doing you job."

With that he turned back to Ann, whipped his cock completely from her ass then plowed back in to the hilt. Ann screamed as if she were dying and seemed to faint, going completely limp. Lamar took advantage of this and removed his hand from her mouth, steadied himself on both hands and began to brutally saw in and out of Ann\'s ass. He used full strokes of his massive cock, pulling out until only the head was in, then slamming back in to the hilt, pressing his balls against her flesh. He continued to piston her ass for almost two minutes when Ann began to move again. Her hands which had been laying limp at her sides began to move up across her body, one hand grasping her left breast and the other moving down to her empty pussy. As Lamar brutally sodomized her she began to pinch her nipple and frig her clit, small gasps coming from her mouth each time Lamar slammed it home.

I watched transfixed as my wife was ass fucked, sodomized by this strange black man\'s massive cock, and loved it! She began to grunt words as he ass fucked her.

"Fuck my ass!

Fuck me in the ass!

Hurt me!"

I couldn\'t believe it. She would never let me do this and here she was getting off on it from a stranger with the cock the size of a horse.

"Looks like your wife is a real ass slut. Guess she loves it in the ass!" grunted Lamar as he continued to ass-fuck my wife.

He was now pulling his cock completely out of her ass before slamming it home, forcing her sphincter open with each stroke. And Ann loved every inch of it. She began to moan that she was cumming, the only intelligible sounds coming from her mouth. Lamar picked up the pace even more, his glistening jet black cock a blur as he pistoned it in and out of my wife\'s asshole. Finally after ten minutes of this, during which Ann came almost continuously, Lamar\'s strokes began to get erratic and his balls tightened.

"I\'m busting my nut in your wife\'s ass!" he panted and buried it to the hilt and held it.

I could see the base of his cock start to pulse as he shot his load into my wife\'s bowels.

"You\'re cumming in my ass! Shoot your cum in my ass!" Ann managed to gasp out, then her whole body was racked by another orgasm. It was over and Lamar leaned up, and suddenly whipped his cock out of Ann\'s ass.

"Look at this little man, I\'d let you do her now, but I don\'t even think you\'d touch the sides!" he laughed at me, still holding Ann\'s legs so I could see her asshole. Her asshole was gaping hugely open, Lamar\'s cum flowing freely out of it and running down to stain our bed. Leaving Ann lying on the bed in a heap, they dressed, took all the cash I had, some jewelry, silverware, and left.

They were probably so tired they never even went upstairs where my daughter was. Ann didn\'t look me in the eye for almost a week (she didn\'t sit either). We are still married, although things will never be the same. For one thing I don\'t take NO for an answer.

The End

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Posted by: chasendragons

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