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Drowsy from the doctored wine, she never heard the patio door slide open. Never heard the soft swish of cloth sliding off hard flesh. Never heard the ropes, as they bound hubby to the chair (as agreed). Never heard the approach of feet… two, four, eight, sixteen pairs of them! When the warm oil began to trickle onto her tingling flesh, she gasped.
When the hands began to stroke and circle, rubbing and working the oil into every nook and cranny - poking, probing, pushing, spreading and pulling - she grunted, moaned and gasped with each new action. Her hubby could barely believe it when she failed to react to the strong hands at her wrists and ankles, that held her widespread, other than to moan again and bite her full lower lip, her tongue darting out to wet them, as her “masseurs” grinned and readied their ever-hardening cocks. Only when fingers had worked themselves deep into her now-sopping cunt, some more stretching and oiling up her tight ass, still more squeezing, grasping, clenching, slapping and pulling at her full swollen tits, and a thick dark finger slide between her full lips, where she licked and sucked upon it, fiercely, before piling back and registering, dimly, what was happening, did he see comprehension dawn slowly upon his hot and now thoroughly helpless wife.
The blindfold shifted, just enough, as she worked her head and tried to dislodge the fingers now probing and pulling, stroking, her wet tongue, causing her own spit to pour from her wide open mouth and be scooped by eager hands, to work into her now shuddering flesh, alongside the oil. Stil more fingers plunged and twisted deep inside of her, bony knuckles grinding against her pussy lips and ass, as her masseurs worked faster, deeper, harder, and she groaned and whined, orgasming involuntarily now, her body beginning to heave and jerk, sheened with sweet oil, spit and a fine sheen of perspiration, as she opened her eyes wide and twisted her head, staring down the side of the blindfold at the barest gap, there…. And then she gasped, shaking her head, as she saw the multiple pairs of naked legs, surrounding her helpless body. Black legs. Fear took her, then, adding to her involuntary arousal, as this had long been a deep, dark, very private fantasy of hers, which she had shared with no one.
Fortunately for her hubby, who watched, enraptured and cock engorged and straining, from his bound bedside viewpoint, she had written it into a story, which she had then forgot to n about, storing it in her Dropbox account. When he bought her a new cellphone, he had set it up for her, installing apps and information, and she had given him her password. His curiosity at “Housewife and her Black Bull Abduction” had been rewarded, a hundred-thousandfold, as he had opened and read the file, and then achieved orgasm, without physical stimulation, for the first time in decades of married life.
It had been a slow process, finding the right men. Setting up the weekend away. The holiday lodge had been perfect for his purpose, remote as it was.
And now, finally, here was the fulfilment, as the first bull - the huge one, who called himself “Tars” - greased a cock as thick as a beer can, between his helpless wife’s trembling parted thighs, nodding to his “colleague”, who climbed onto the bed and straddled her head, pinching her nose so that she had to open her mouth to breathe. Her cry was choked off by gurgling and gagging, as his large black cock was plunged into her throat, and he began fucking her face with long deliberate and brutally powerful strokes, his hard belly flattening her nose with every downward thrust.
Hubby stared, mesmerised, as her throat widened, stretching with every thrust, her gagging reaching uncontrollable levels. He pulled his cock from her mouth, thick ropes of spit dripping onto her face, as she gasped and sobbed, and he called out to her, “Do as they say, darling! Don’t fight, please, or they’ll hurt us? Please…? For me…?” and he grinned at her assailants, as his unsuspecting darling wife nodded and cried out, “Yes, okay! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt my husband! Do whatever you want, I won’t fight. Please…?”
The black giant, now kneeling between her thighs, grinned and flashed him the OK sign, as he indicated a question to two of the men, who held cameraphones. They nodded that they had caught it all, grinning back, and continued to film, as the giant lowered his bill onto the helpless woman, his fat black meat stretching her cunt wider than it had been since she had given birth. She cried out, first in pain, and then in almost instant orgasm, as he began to drive ballsdeep into her, his cock slamming into her cervix over and over, feeling it begin to part, under his relentless and brutal onslaught. She had never had a cock as fat and long inside her, and her body reacted with the same acquiescence she had spoken to her captors, twitching, jerking, juddering, heaving and writhing, as his cockhead slid into her womb, even as his friend slid back into her throat.
Hubby watched as the men hammered their hard black bodies against and into his poor helpless hot wife, just able to reach and stroke his own rock hard cock with his left hand. Over and over his seed flowed, as the bulls abused his wife for hours, the others - who weren’t holding and stroking or pinching and twisting her body - straying off to amuse themselves with food, drink, TV (both of which now mirrored the phone screens, showing his wife’s abuse).
For forty eight hours - less short breaks for food, drink, toilet and short bouts of sleep - the sixteen men took it in turns, whether solo, pairs, trios, or even five and six at a time, to fuck the brains out of his darling wife, spending their copious loads of heavy virile black seed in her aching, orgasm-wracked, exhausted body. By the time they were done, every single one of their ballsacks were bone dry, and over one hundred and twenty loaded between them, had been pumped into - and, less often, onto - his wife’s body.
They finished with a group masturbation, Cumming over her face, her tits, her belly, thighs and cunt, soaking her with their thick heavy seed, which plastered her hair to her face neck and breasts. Close-ups were taken of her face, her eyes half-lidded and rolled upward, as she groaned and whimpered, her cunt and ass plugged with rubber plugs, so that none of it could flow out. She had swallowed over thirty heavy loads, and her belly rose in a small swollen mound, caused by the stoppered loads, inside her cunt and ass, and those digesting and bubbling away in her belly. Photographs were taken, videos edited and emails sent. Then they left, as silently as they arrived.
Hubby waited, making the required noises as he “worked” to free himself, calling her name and reassurances, the whole time. When he freed himself and untied her, she had stumbled to the shower, with his help, and he had rinsed her, slowly, fascinated at the sheer volume of thick cum that had gushed and bubbled from her orifices, as he had - with great difficulty - withdrawn the large plugs. He had gasped, as her slim shaking fingers found her sipping dripping cunt and had begun to stroke, gently at first, then feverishly, until she gasped and slumped against him, shuddering. His darling wife had just rubbed one out, even as her abusers cum had poured from her exhausted abused body? Wow!
He finished washing her, led her back to the bed, where he dried her gently and laid her down, covering her with the sheet. “Police?” he asked, knowing the answer. She shook her head, too tired to speak, and then slept for nine hours, moaning and shuddering in her sleep, as her body relived the ordeal. Meanwhile, he had checked his email, the one behind the VPN account, and found what he had been looking for. The videos were there, from both phones, along with the sites they had uploaded it to, and the comments that had started to pour in. Dozens of horny, aroused black bulls, now stroking themselves over his wife. And in his mind, he began to plan for the next weekend away….
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