Myles and J. T. out Hunting Again!

It was a mild early October day, a Thursday, to be exact. The setting was a mall, rather large shopping mecca. It was a very popular location where shoppers came from varying distances. It was easily accessible being placed perfectly between Chicago and Milwaukee. By mid-afternoon the mall was filling up with customers.

Sitting on a bench set out for shoppers to take a break, were two black men, J.T. and Myles. They were plumbers, but their specialty, and most pleasurable activity, was rape! They were relaxing on the bench looking for a target for the evening.

It had been about 5 months since they had “stumbled” onto a 18-year-old, leggy blonde named Brooke. She was a virgin in almost all respects. But not after a night of rape of all her sexual holes! She fell into their clutches and after her multiple rapes she was dumped in an alley on the south side of Chicago.

No cops had snooped around them at their houses or business. All they knew was “the rookie” as they called her, hadn’t been located yet. They couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the next woman to meet their black cocks! In the, words of J. T. “been too fucking damn long!”

Both men were in their late 20’s and black. J.T. was the larger. He had been an offensive lineman in high school. His hair was in long dreadlocks, that ran down past his shoulders. Next to him was Myles. Myles had not been a football player in school but did play basketball. He possessed the muscular, wiry, body for it. His dark black, skin was covered in black tattoos, and his short hair was wrapped in tight, cornrows. They were decent plumbers. The plumbing job was really just for access to victims.

Surprisingly, they had been commissioned for a small-time job at one of stores in the mall. It was a longer drive than they usually made for a job. But it was the location that intrigued the two men. They knew the mall would be a perfect hunting ground for them. Get there early, finish the job, and see what there was to choose from. They had until the mall closed at 9 PM.

Once their job was finished by just before noon, they were free to look around. After they finished, they returned to their, rusty, white paneled, van, and changed clothes.

It was 2:30 ish as the two relaxed, with a snack and drink, watching the female scenery that walked by. Both of them judged each unknowing woman in their own mind. At times they would nudge each other, giggle, or make a comment to the other about the female body they were ogling. They looked at boobs, legs, asses, hair, mouths and add a fantasy into their thoughts with each woman.

Myles had something in his brain this day, but couldn’t define his specific taste to his partner. It bugged him, but he knew when he saw what stimulated his dick, he’d know it. Myles even wondered if he would know the exact cunt when he saw her.

The teenager, Brookie, they raped to their ultimate fulfillment, and her total humiliation, might be hard to top. But there were so many fuckin’ Hottie’s that finding one to bang was inevitable.

They switched positions in the mall, going from one end to the other, even to the upper level. J. T. was getting impatient, but relented to Myles desire to stay longer.

Now they noticed more teenage girls walking by, coming from high school or even college. J. T. saw a few he liked, he kept thinking about the young blonde Brooke. It was difficult for J. T. to wait when nice pussy was wandering by. But he kept his opinions inside as Myles continued to scan the available females.

Many very nice looking, sexy women passed right in front of them. Several would make perfect rape candidates for the evening, but Myles just shook his head no. They waited close to 4:15 PM. J. T. was getting frustrated and impatient. Myles wouldn’t talk about what he was looking for. Actually, he didn’t know either, probably would be unable to describe the chick he was seeking. To be honest, Myles was frustrated and pissed off himself. He just wasn’t about to tell J. T. that. When Myles was fucking pissed off, it generally lasted for a while. J. T. knew that, as well.

As fate sometimes decides events, with Myles minutes from leaving, empty handed, his eyes caught sight of what he was looking for. It only took one long look to know this one was the one.

What his eyes feasted on were legs, exquisite legs, slightly larger than normal calves, and one sweet curvy, full ass! That was enough for him and his cock. The woman was standing, no more than 20 feet from them, checking her phone.

Myles looked up at the rest of her. He couldn’t judge the size of her tits, and the brown-haired woman wore it short, ending mid-ear. She had blonde bangs. It was an interesting style, he thought. The bell ringer, that pushed him over the top was seeing her wedding ring. Nothing better than banging married cunt, and humiliating her completely! Looking at her face, she wasn’t a beauty queen, by any stretch, but still attractive, and her black rimmed glasses gave her the shy librarian appearance. As the, late 30’s, early 40’s, woman walked away, Myles more than enjoyed her hips and ass calling his name.

He punched J. T. and nodded with his head, “that one, bro’ let’s get us some white ass tonight!” He spoke into J. T.'s ear so no one heard him.

J. T. hadn’t noticed her, or much else in the last half hour. He looked to where Myles was nodding his head to.

“That bitch?” He asked Myles. She sure wasn’t Brooke Simms, wherever she was. J.T. was intrigued that she apparently was listed as missing.

“Yo, man, a married white bitch, with legs and ass like that? Hell yeah!” Myles told him.

“But fuck, that white lady might be ugly.” J.T. protested, as they followed her, staying back, but close enough.

Myles cut J. T. off with, “then I will give you a bag you can put over her face! Dumb ass, is what you are, you will thank me when we plow her ass!”

J. T. laughed and shook his head yes. Myles was following those legs, black pumps, and ass, with his eyes.

The woman stopped twice to check, or use her phone. She had on a dark blue skirt; the hem ended a few inches above her knees. It appeared she wore a cream-colored top, that hung outside the waistband of her skirt. She wore black high heels, that shaped her calves perfectly! The swaying of her hips was calling Myles name. His cock was talking to him, and he hoped he could hold out that long. He wouldn’t be needing Viagra this night.

The woman continued to walk past stores, stopping only once more to look at her cell phone. She had a purse hanging from a long strap over her shoulder. She was carrying two bags in her left hand.

Myles told J. T. to head to the van, as he would keep tracking his MILF prey. He knew she had a wedding ring on, but was she a Mother He’d Love to Fuck, well, that was a guess on his part. But he figured the odds to be really damn good. He just loved white girl’s pussy!

J.T. texted when he got to the van. The woman was almost to the same exit that J. T. left from. Myles knew they had a good shot at this. He felt even better when the leggy cunt left via that same exit. All Myles needed was the opportunity for the two of them to follow her home.

Myles hurried to the van, watching from afar, where the MILF walked to. She was one lane over, and Myles saw her click her key ring to unlock her car. It was white 4 door Toyota.

Perfect, is all Myles could think of, as he got into the van. Being up higher they could watch the woman get into her vehicle and then follow her home. That was the plan, a home invasion. At least in Myles brain, he was ready to step up their mode of sexual assault.

But first, as the two sat keeping their eyes glued on the Toyota, they got a bonus. The woman got in behind the steering wheel, her skirt riding up her thighs, giving the boys a leg show! Even better, it took her a good 30 seconds before she pulled the door shut, as she again using her phone. The view was pure luck of the position of the vehicles and the higher level the black men were at. Still, the legs called to Myles, he was determined to wrap them around his naked body. J. T. still not sold on the new target but had to admit those thighs were “fucking Hot!” The two also looked at each other and both said, “what a fucking dumb ass she is! Dumb ass white woman showing us her nice body! We will see it all real soon!” They each recalled the damn fun fucking Brooke! “Another dumb as shit little girl, that Brookie! She had long damn legs too!”

Sitting in her car, for a good 5 minutes, it was hard to determine what she was doing. The thought that she was calling the police concerned the two men. Then, finally, her car started, she backed out, and drove away from the mall. Now started the tricky part, following her without her becoming suspicious.

Back on a main highway, Myles told J. T. his plan of taking her at her house. Didn’t damn matter if there were kids or husband home. She would face two big black dicks in front of whoever was there.

J. T. had to be talked into the plan. They followed the Toyota at a good distance, and made all the turns to stay in a good position. They were getting out into lesser traffic. The fear that the woman would notice them became more worrisome. What the men did not know was the brown-haired woman was traveling totally using google maps. She was completely unaware she was being tracked down …… by two rapists.

She was a school teacher, attending a teacher convention in Chicago. She left a tad early and stopped at the large shopping mall that she had never been to. It was out of her way home to stop, but she really wanted to do some shopping. She texted her husband she’d be home later, her two children had places to stay at after their school. But, not being used to using google maps, and missing one of the turns she had a good 45 minutes yet to get home, and it was getting dark. She called her husband and he had picked up the kids and reassured her all was good and to drive carefully. She told him she was sorry, and she loved him!

She was turning off the highway onto a two lane road. She gripped the steering wheel tighter. She would be home soon.

Myles and J. T. had talked through many plans and ideas during the trip. They had not agreed on anything. They tried to stay even farther behind her car. In 10 more minutes, the night and plans would change immediately. The woman slowed down and turned right onto a dark, gravel country road. J. T. slowed way down, hesitated before stepping on the accelerator to allow more distance.

Once the van hit gravel Myles yelled out, "this is our fucking shot!! Step on it, run her off the road!

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When the Police found the car, it was partially off the road, tilted at a 35% angle towards the ditch. There was no real damage, marks, or scratches. Nothing to truly indicate another vehicle had been involved. But there was no sign of the driver, or any passengers. No personal property was found on any of the seats. It was a mystery as to where the driver/passengers were?

The car was quickly identified, by license plates, and insurance cards, in the glove compartment, to Dan and Stephanie Nicole Connors. Dan, distraught by now, at 11:00 PM, was contacted by the police. He explained how his wife was driving home and he had been texting and talking to her by phone, but then her communication stopped. Stephanie Nicole Connors was now considered missing and a search was on for her. There were no clues to help the authorities out.

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Myles and J. T. weren’t that sure they hadn’t left clues, but they also weren’t too worried about it. They had caught their female prey, and were preparing to feast on her!

J. T. was driving, he’d made a U-Turn and the van was heading back to Chicago. Gas was an issue, but they had enough to get to their special secluded lair!

Stephanie Connors, had just spent the most terrorizing minutes of her life, being run off the road and abducted. Now she found herself hanging from the ceiling in the back of a van! Her wrists were restrained, above her head, and she was gagged, a cleave gag, unable to scream for help.

Stephanie was shorter than Brooke, by a good 3 inches, so Stephanie’s knees were almost touching the floor. Her black pumps were turned and facing out. It was very dark, in the back, the only lights coming from the front, the lights on the dashboard. They were moving fast. Her arms, particularly her shoulders ached.

Stephanie knew someone was sitting in the back with her, but couldn’t see anyone. She did hear talking, only at times. But despite her total fear of this unknown situation, she sensed eyes staring at her backside. What was happening to her? Where were they taking her to? And why?

She had been unable to understand the words spoken to her since she had been secured in the van. Now these words she understood, and they drove deep into her core of fear.

“Hey white woman, that is a fucking sweet ass you own there! Got hot legs too. Wanna share ‘em with the two of us black brothers?”

All Stephanie heard was laughter, then even more laughter. The only thing she could do was pull hard on her manacles holding her wrists tightly, above her head. Her entire body shook, with desires to escape and in total frustrations.

The drive to their secluded compound was only about 30 minutes away. The two black men didn’t even worry about the cops pursuing them. They were positive, by now, no one had seen them abscond with this woman.

But Myles, whose idea that this white bitch was the choice for the night, had been very patient. It was hard, in more ways than one, to sit and just watch her hang by her wrists. Even worse all her shapely curves were right in front of him! His cock was begging to be released.

He couldn’t let his penis out to eat, just yet. But he definitely could feel up the new merchandise! As with Brooke, J. T. kept looking in the mirror to see what Myles was doing. He had warned Myles, with Brooke, that he wanted to see “the reveal!” This MILF they had caught was Myles idea, so J. T. was hesitant to say anything. J. T. knew that he would get more than a few shots at this older woman, and it wasn’t worth pissing off his buddy. But that didn’t stop J. T. from looking for any skin showing from the kidnapped woman!

Myles got close to the lady; she was still “trying to free herself.”

“Time to just fucking see what we got here, BABY!”

Myles was behind her, running his tongue around her neck, then flicking her earlobes and earrings, the same way. Stephanie couldn’t maneuver her legs or feet to use her high heels to kick at him. She was frustrated and scared!

Then she felt hands on both her shoulders, and slowly running down her body. Myles could feel the sides of her breasts. Feeling the nice bumps he decided to just go ahead and see what she had in the chest department. He let his hands wander to see just what this cunt had to offer for tits. They didn’t seem too full to his touch, but strangely, they were both a handful.

Lingering for a few seconds, his hands slid down to the hips of the struggling woman. Finding a pair of wide hips, he let his hands stroke up and down over her skirt. His hands finally shifted to front and back. Her ass was big, firm, and curvy. His hand over her crotch only rubbed through the fabric, but made its impression on the female they had for themselves. Stephanie squirmed more than ever.

Bending down as far as he could, in a cramped back area, Myles ran his hands over her large, yet sexy calves. He stuck his right hand up and under her skirt, as far as he could!

Withdrawing his hand, after touching each thigh, on the inside, he took a fistful of her short hair, jerked her head backwards, almost snapping her neck, and pressed his mouth right into her ear.

"Gonna fuck ‘ya ‘til that belly is full of our spunk!”

With that he got his head twisted and kissed as much of her mouth as he could. Then Myles shoved her away, her arms swinging forward and back, her wrists locked in the handcuffs. Myles knew they were about to their very special lair.

Pulling right next to the entrance, J. T. turned the engine off, getting out and unlocking the door. Myles did the honors of releasing Stephanie’s wrists from the overhead cuffs. Her wrists were jerked behind her back and handcuffed together. She was escorted by Myles out of the van and into the building. J. T. took her by the arm, pulling her farther inside. Myles closed and locked the door.

J. T. dragged the kicking and fighting woman, as Myles joined him, laughing. They had pulled off another kidnapping. Now the real excitement was ready, for the two men, to begin!

Just as Brooke had done, Stephanie stopped flailing her body and her eyes grew as she looked around the room. Even more panic set in, seeing the bed, and more handcuffs. Her mind already was out of control with complete terror. This only increased it.

The building was an isolated 12 X 20 storage bldg.Within the metal bldg was one old metal table, a few metal chairs, a small fridge, side table with a small, burner stove, and twin size bed. The metal-framed, bed had only one thin, blue and gray striped, stained, mattress. A pair of steel cuffs dangled from both sides of the headboard. Longer ones hung from its base. Viewing the bed, Stephanie’s eyes widened in horror. She began backpedaling and screaming behind her gag. Her heels clicked on the bare, concrete floor.

But there was no escape for Stephanie. She never had a chance. Myles caught her with both arms wrapped around her chest. He lifted her up off her feet, with Stephanie making squealing sounds, with her black pumps kicking wildly in the air.

Myles yelled at J. T. as he carried her to the bed.

“This bitch ain’t gonna cooperate like the last blonde bimbo we had. Help me, let’s get her clothes off!”

Myles forced her down on the bed, then layed across her back, forcing the wind from her lungs. J. T. was right there, his hands searching for the zipper, or the catch to unloosen her skirt. The hem got pushed up in the search, allowing J. T. to see those sexy, curvy legs, and the back of a good portion of her thighs.

J. T. was only distracted momentarily, and found the zipper and catch on the waistline. He yanked hard in each direction, the catch broke, and the zipper was wrecked. J. T. jerked the garment down, exposing her ass, and the fabric hung around her black pumps before it fell to the floor with all the jostling around.

Next up it was Myles, as J. T. gave Myles a hunting knife. With a hard, almost paralyzing one-handed grip on the back of her neck, Myles worked the tip underneath the bottom of her cream-colored sweater. Stephanie could feel the sharp tip of the blade, as it pricked her lower back several times. Myles finally got the blade up enough and he turned the sharp side towards the sweater, forcing the tip through the material, and started slicing upwards. At the collar Myles sliced and diced too quickly and although cutting the sweater apart, he nicked her neck, blood began to ooze from the minor wound.

Myles pulled the cut sweater wide apart, so that all of Stephanie’s back was seen. Her gray bra was right there to be played with, but Myles looked at J. T. with a look of “what the fuck!” The knife blade cut the material right next to the clasps, separating the bra. All that remained was the two straps and Myles and J. T. heard the straps snap as they hit Stephanie’s skin.

Stephanie fought as hard as she could, one more time, black pumps kicking, and twitching her body as much as she could, until she had been cut by the knife. Myles got off of her, and J. T. took her by both ankles, moving her over to the middle of the bed. Myles had grabbed her purse, having brought it inside along with the woman. He opened it and dumped out the contents.

J. T. just laid across her legs eying her up as to what he liked, and what assets she had to give them. Myles found her wallet, pulling cash out of it onto a table. Robbery was part of this rape, as well. Looking over the info on her driver’s license, he read aloud, “Stephanie Nicole Connors, 5 foot 7, 125 pounds. Born 1979, so what, fucking …… 43 years old.”

He threw the license and her cell phone, which he had turned off only a few minutes after they abducted her. Myles came around to the head of the bed, as J. T. released her wrists from the handcuffs behind her back. The two black men grabbed her and turned her over on her back. J. T. held her arms out as Myles sliced away her ruined sweater, tossing it to the floor.

Each man attacked her, turning her to the left side and unlocked the handcuffs. Quickly, a feisty Stephanie found both her wrists handcuffed to the headboard, arms spread up and wide apart. The two men laughed with each other as they both knew what was coming off next.

“Show us those boobies, Stephanie Nicole Connors!” Myles shouted in her face.

Her bra was twisted and not in the way it was purchased to perform, holding her breasts in place. By now Stephanie’s bra had shifted, the cup on the right slipped lower, revealing a nice nipple! The boys fought over who was going to reveal just what tit meat she had to show them.

Myles took hold of most of the bra and ripped it away from her chest! Stephanie screamed, squealed as loud as she could, but couldn’t stop what was happening.

Both Myles and J. T. took several moments to look over her chest. Stephanie’s tits weren’t big, by any means. The best guess might be the size of small Oranges. J. T. nailed it when he said, “those fucking cans be as wide as they are high!”

Myles couldn’t disagree or make a better observation. But from his mouth came, ain’t got much cleavage there."

The two-black boys nailed it damn close about Stephanie Connors breasts. She had small nipples, not quite fully hard yet, but they looked like two rising raisins. She had a narrow circle of aureoles. For a 43- year-old woman her breasts were firm, with no sag. The two mounds lay flat on her chest.

As Myles was stripping his clothes off, J. T. went to find the Open Mouth Ring Gag, they had just purchased. They didn’t have it at the time of Brooke’s rape. She was most cooperative, scared of what would happen if she didn’t do as told. J. T. took on this job, knowing Myles would take the first crack at this cunt!

Approaching Stephanie, with the Ring Gag, he loved watching Stephanie’s brown eyes grow enormous behind the lenses of her glasses. She was wildly shaking her head no, and jerking hard as possible to free her wrists from the handcuffs connected to the headboard. J. T. grinned, watching her tits now rise, up and down.

The Ring Gag had 2-inch red straps, that connected like a belt buckle, behind her head. Stephanie fought like a tiger, but a naked Myles came over to help. He grabbed a large fistful of hair from atop her head, holding her head still as possible.

J. T. untied the cleave gag, and the screaming voice of Stephanie was finally heard. The men only laughed at her. J. T. inserted the gag into her mouth, stretching and keeping it open. The red straps were buckled together behind her head, tightly. The black men laughed at her, as the Ring Gag was very tight pressing against her head. Her mouth was opened wide, her tongue was wiggling and darting straight forward, trying to adjust to the new arrangement.

“You know baby, nobody knows you are here. This place is soundproof and you sweetheart are here ’til we are done with you!” Myles was saying as he came towards the bed. Stephanie had never been so scared.

Myles was on one side, J. T. on the other side of the bed. Stephanie still fought to free herself, thrashing and kicking her legs, and feet. She was courageous, and not giving up, but she was also wearing herself out. Her energy and will to keep resisting were ebbing fast.

The two men started pulling out ropes attached to the bottom of the bed. Each took a sexy leg and yanked it to the side of the bed. The ropes were wrapped around her legs and tied tight. She was successfully spread wide open to the men.

Only one thing was left for the rapists to remove.

J. T. laughingly said to Myles, “yes, the great reveal is here!”

Myles picked up a pair of scissors, and got up on the bed, his large Dong hard and erect. His ball sack big and full of “supper” for Stephanie Connors! But first things first.

“What ’cha got down here for us, Stephy? Did you shave it for us? Let’s just, see? I can smell fresh cunt, Bro.” He said to J. T. He quickly snapped the blades of the scissors so all could hear. It brought him to laughter as he moved his hand closer and closer to Stephanie’s female prize!

She was wearing a pair of gray panties. They weren’t grandma style, not quite a thong either. Myles took hold of the waistband from her right hip and pulled them away from her skin. Inserting the scissors, he began cutting downwards. That side was cut apart. He handed the scissors to J. T. who repeated the process, admiring, touching, and planting a wet kiss on Stephanie’s wide hip.

Myles had already put his hand, just under her belly button, holding her panties up. But now it was time for Stephanie’s pussy reveal. Or as J. T. said, “the coming out party for your pussy Stephanie!”

Myles let go of his grip and her panties slipped away, showing a dark brown bush, that matched her “curtains” on top her head. Stephanie’s pubic hair was well shaped, not quite the landing strip style, and only because she had not trimmed it in a while. The untrimmed was like fuzz, the main part, short in length. Stephanie Nicole Connors’ female scent was almost a touch of a fishy fragrance. J. T. finished her up by yanking the wrecked panties right out from under her!

Save for her sexy black pumps, she was naked. She chose to wear no hosiery this day. Stephanie had nowhere near the young hot body Brooke Simms possessed, but this MILF had a body worth exploring and having fun with!

Myles’ boner was twitching from its need to release its seed into this woman. But he had some humiliation to heap on his “catch of the day” first. He took her left hand, spread her fingers out, finding the wedding ring, and kissed both the finger and ring.

“Bet this this married whore has done everything sexually with her man! You been fucked good before, sucked cock, and taken a dick between those ass cheeks before?” Myles asked, dropping her hand, and moving close to lick her ear, then suck on her earlobe.
Stephanie could only shake her head side to side, but not escape his advances.

J. T. moved away, but stayed close to watch. Myles had amazing endurance with his cock restraint, he could hold back longer than expected.

He crawled up on the bed, on his knees, and started running his long tongue around her navel, slowly his left hand moved to her right breast. He took it in his hand, rolling it around, almost like it was putty in his hand. Stephanie threw her head back, in agony, but she couldn’t go back too far.

Myles tongue snaked through soft pubic hair, and went right for her Clitoris! Kissing, using fingers to rub around it, licking it, then molesting the little nub, and finally it showed its pretty little self, standing erect. That brought fast and furious kissing and sucking from Myles.

Stephanie’s face was a flushed red, her chest rising and falling, her tits moving up and down, left and right. Fingers from his right hand worked to her pink slit, spreading the lips, and working inside the warm tunnel. Stephanie’s round ass began to lift up, pushing her crotch to meet the invading fingers!

Many thoughts passed through her brain, quickly. She wanted it to end, even prayed she would die and end all this. A sex slave for life is what went through her mind. Her body was responding to the sexual advances, another total humiliation. What would her husband think, would she be able to explain it to him? Would she ever have that chance?

Now Myles mounted her, his big cock running up and down her partly open slit. J. T. was at the end of the bed, running his hands up and down her calves all the way up to behind her knees. He stopped, playing with her black pumps, as Myles lowered his body and drove hard into Stephanie’s cunt!

As much noise came from her throat as could possibly escaped with her ring gag preventing very much. Drool ran down her chin, and out the sides of her mouth!

“Betting this is the biggest cock and the first black dick you have ever had, baby? You gonna cum for me, white girl, fuck me back you little bitch!”

Despite pushing his cock deeper in her womb, Myles kept squeezing her little clit nub. It was slippery, but he was determined to make her squirt for him!

Myles cock was larger than any she had inside her before. Stephanie was breathing hard, panting, almost hyperventilating. She was a great sight to watch for the two blacks.

Stephanie was so far lost, she didn’t feel the ejaculation of Myles’s sperm into her womb at first, not until she felt the warm sensation. She could sense, seconds later when her clit released its orgasm, she didn’t see it, Myles saw it squirt! It brought the rest of his cum to drop inside the MILF’s belly! He was completely turned on by fucking this cunt!

He rolled off of her, letting out a variety of loud triumphs of victory.

J. T. had stripped off his clothes. Stephanie Nicole had lost the battle; however, her total defeat was not yet in sight. Myles got off the bed, as J. T. moved to Stephanie’s face, turning her mouth towards his cock. He was hard and needed relief.

He held his cock and moved it around her face, into her hair, painting the lenses of her glasses with pre-cum! J. T. finally traced the head of his cock around her mouth.

Myles was back up on the bed, on his knees, running the palms of his hands up and down the inside of each of her thighs. Stephanie’s legs were trembling as she attempted to free herself from the ‘cuffs she was locked into. Her wrists were jerking on the restraints. Myles hands worked their way up to her dark bush. He replaced his hands with his tongue lapping away at Stephanie’s pussy! He could taste her cum and his!

J. T. shoved his cock into her mouth, as she was unable to close her mouth. J. T. was unmerciful, pushing his cock to the back of her throat, hitting her gag reflex instantly. The gagging noises were energizing to the two rapists! He took her by the hair and maneuvered her face any way he wanted. Spit, drool, and quickly male cum ran down her throat, then back out, even out of her nostrils. It depended on the direction J. T. was tipping her face.

Myles was watching now, and loving the oral humiliation. He reached, and removed her black framed glasses. He tossed them to the floor.

“Fucking butt ugly bitch. The specs make you better looking, Stephy. Ya got a sweet body to fuck, but my buddy was right, you are a butt ugly white girl!”

Myles was not incorrect, just extremely rude! In Stephanie’s case her black framed glasses made the woman. She wasn’t “a butt ugly” woman. It was just the glasses gave her very different look.

Both men had a good laugh at her expense. J. T. shook off the rest of his cum around her mouth. Myles looked at Stephanie’s pained, and cum smeared face, and thought she really wasn’t that ugly, but he had an idea that would be “fuckin’ sweet!”

Myles went to one of the few cabinets in the room. He dug around for a few moments, He held what he found for J. T. to see. J. T. got a big grin, and gave a thumbs up. It was a dark colored bag, that would fit over Stephanie’s head.

Myles plan was developing as he approached the shaking Stephanie. He told J. T. to take out her Ring Gag. J. T. gave him a quizzical look. But J. T. also knew this small compound was sound proof. “Let the cunt scream, in the darkness!” J. T. had figured it out.

The Ring Gag was released and removed. Stephanie let out a weakened scream, still loud, and begging to be heard.

“Bitch, are you a stupid dumb ass or a leggy no-brainer?” Myles was close to her.

“This place is soundproof, NOBODY is going to hear you, EVER!”

With that Myles pulled the bag over her head, it went down to her chin, and fit snugly. She couldn’t shake it off, and she really did try. Stephanie’s world was now being played out with her in total darkness.

It was J. T.'s turn to fuck Stephanie. Myles slid a pillow under Stephanie’s full ass. To J. T. the pretty cunt of Mrs. Connors was at a perfect angle. He mounted her, and as hard as he could stabbed his cock into her cunt. Stephanie’s body jumped at the intrusion, her small Orange sized tits bouncing up and down! They caught J. T.'s attention, and both his hands took hold of those love bumps!

Pressing down, HARD, on each boob, flattening each tit, squeezing and molesting, and lastly, pulling her nipples out, he used them to make her tits to bounce. As the men laughed and made comments about the size of her breasts, Stephanie was screaming under her hood!

“Not exactly fun bags, but fun to tease with.” J. T. spit out.

J. T. was damn ready from playing with her tits, and he shot another creamy load up inside her womb. Like a tag team match, J. T. got up, but not before kissing her thighs, finishing with long licks up each leg, starting at her high heels. Myles used his middle finger flicking off his thumb to smack one breast, then the other. Stephanie cried out as each tit took a beating. Bruises and a few welts appeared. Myles chose to kiss, lick and suck on each boob! With effort he nearly got one entire breast into his mouth. Stephanie’s “cans” were like elastic going into his mouth. J. T. loved it, and was again enjoying her spread, sexy legs.

Stephanie’s legs were smooth, well curved, and J. T.'s fingers eventually got into her crotch. He captured a small clump of pubic hair, between his fingers, and pulled up, like he would rip them out. Stephanie’s legs twitched and were shaking. Growing tired of that J. T. shoved fingers up into her cunt. She was wet, and warm. To his surprise her pussy clutched and squeezed his fingers. For an older bitch she still fucked like a college girl!

Myles was finished with her tits, and wanted to fuck her again. But he told J. T. loud enough, “let’s fuck that phat ass!”

Stephanie was released from her restraints, and flipped over, and the same feet, and wrists were ’cuffed again. The pillow was slid under her pussy. Both men stood back to admire her legs, those wide hips, and ass, that seemed to have a “fuck me” neon sign, or arrows all pointing to her rosebud!

Terror again flooded the clouded, dazed brain the Stephanie. She couldn’t see and being chained with all 4 of her limbs going out at an uncomfortable, and compromising position, was pushing her over the edge. She had been raped, a few times already, but what was next? She knew, but a funny thing about a brain, it can block out the inevitable.

Myles was up on the bed, between her spread legs. Using his hands he spread those buns apart, and moved up to run his cock up, down and over her rosebud, it took mere moments and his big dick was rock hard and lengthy. He peed in and around the rosebud, before shoving one, then two fingers down inside. The teacher screamed, and her voice echoed around the room, yet no one could hear her.

Myles entered a third finger to the “Stephanie ass party” before pulling them out, and using his thumbs to pry open that sweet dark hole. Myles big black cock followed the invitation to fuck Stephanie’s ass hole, and he did with all the determination he had! It was a brutal ass rape, that lasted maybe 2 minutes. Stephanie cried out in pain, agony and humiliation. It was the longest 2 minutes of her life. Myles deposited a big wad of cum deep in her rectum! It satisfied him!

J. T. had a tit fuck in mind, even if there wasn’t much tit meat to have fun with. Stephanie was again turned over, and her limbs ‘cuffed once again". J. T. had liked those wider than most that Stephanie had for breasts. Myles laughed at him, but J. T. straddled her belly. His dick lay flat between those Orange sized boobs. It lay there like a black cobra waiting to strike. He pushed on the outside of both of Stephanie’s breasts, pushing them in towards his black snake. As he did more and more tit flesh caressed his cock. He thrusted his meat up and back, letting her tits stimulate his sex organ.

Myles was observing, prepared to make fun of J. T. for trying it, but he stopped more intrigued by her tits. In no world were Stephanie’s boobs bigger than Brooke Simms, but it was clear to see, J. T.'s cock was growing and a shot of cum was coming …. soon!

"This MILF is using those “Rooster tits,” to make me cum!" With that J. T. let out a guttural grunt, and two blasts of cum landed into her face! It covered her chin, a third shot, as he pulled back coated her right breast with slimy goo!

All this made Myles hard, once again, he had thought he might be done for a while. When J. T. got off the table Myles moved to Stephanie’s hooded face. He could hear crying and the sounds of her sniveling. It turned Myles on more, but he had a plan.

“Hey leggy bitch, you want that hood off, and to be uncuffed?” Myles called to her.

After a few seconds Stephanie eeked out a “ye..s …ppl …ease.”

“Alright, Stephy, you gotta promise to do what you are told, and suck my cock like my new bride! Do that, oh yeah, and swallow it all and you’ll be dumped off somewhere.”

"Yeah, a deal, or we fuck that phat ass of yours?”

Stephanie cried out, “y..e…s.”

Myles gave J. T. the thumbs up, to pull her hood off. Myles released the ‘cuffs from each ankle, but not before running his hands up and down her calves, and black pumps!

J. T. slowly released her wrists from the headboard. As Myles felt up her calves and thighs he looked up at Stephanie. Her hood was off and her brown eyes were blinking trying to adjust to the brightness of the room after being in darkness for quite a while.

Myles noticed she had the “just fucked, dazed” look on her face. She appeared to be a different woman than the one he’d seen at the Mall. Her confidence was gone, she seemed to be a broken, spiritless woman. The two black rapists had her just where they wanted. They were about to take more from Stephanie.

Stephanie brought her legs together when Myles released them. J. T. stood very close watching the woman. She rubbed her wrists, and turned her head, looking around the room.

“Sit up white bitch!” Myles barked at her.

J. T. took her elbow and “helped” her to sit up.

Now Myles could see cum still stuck to her chin. He actually admired the work of their cocks. Stephanie’s breasts settled on her chest, they were wide and appeared, to Myles, they needed more attention.

“Up and on your knees …… step it up white girl!”

Myles watched as she scrambled to get on her knees, as per his instructions. Her expression was one of fear, yet her actions seemed to indicate a willingness to obey.

Myles held his hard cock in his fist as he moved it to her face, specifically, her mouth.

“You suck like a bad whore …….. DO ‘YA.”

Stephanie shook, but nodded her head yes, and whimpered out “ye …s,” in answering Myles question. She was desperate, in her mind, to cooperate, in hopes of being let go.

“Had a black cock before tonight?”

Stephanie almost nodded yes and no at the same time, Myles laughed at her, as he pulled her pouty bottom lip down.

“Don’t know, huh bitch? Your mouth is small, but you suck dick pretty good! Stick your tongue out …… MORE! FUCKING WHITE GIRL!”

Stephanie’s tongue was hanging out and down, almost tasting the cum still clinging to her chin. Myles caught her bottom lip between his thumb and first finger, pulling on it.

J. T. wanted some part of this, with her sexy body right in his sight, as he stood by her hip. Stephanie’s tits were only a reach of his hand away. They hung nicely, and had very little sag.

“Use this tongue baby, suck me like how your lover gets it! Swallow all my baby batter, OR YOU WILL REGRET IT.” He released her tongue. “Now blow me, then just maybe we will let go.”

J. T. figured out two things from Myles rant. Myles was probably going to let her go, dumping her in an alleyway, like Brooke, and that he wasn’t going to get another “shot” at the MILF. He was pissed off, but not enough to argue about it.

The bed was low, close to the floor, so Stephanie on her knees lined up close enough to be on the same level as the black cock she “agreed to suck!" If she could perform this oral sex, they would let her go, and staying alive was much more important now.

The cock was ready, painting her lips with drops of pre-cum.

“Open up, and make love to my pecker!”

Stephanie did open, almost a perfect O! Myles pushed inside her mouth, and let her tongue slide underneath. He soaked in her warmth and wetness! He ran his hand through her sweat-soaked hair, telling her, “You’re pretty when you suck cock, Stephanie Connors! Got a mouthful and throat-full for you baby!”

Myles tucked several wet strands of hair behind each of her ears, as he played with her earrings. Gathering up her blonde bangs with a hand, he swept them to one side.

“LOOK AT ME, STEPHANIE, RIGHT HERE!” He pointed to his face, and yelled at her. She did, her large, beautiful brown eyes shifted up to his. As she did, he pushed his cock into her throat. She gagged, spit rolled out of mouth, off her lips. To Stephanie’s credit and experience, she knew to breathe through her nose, her nostrils flaring, trying to get all the air she could. Her body was shaking, uncontrollably.

Myles was going to enjoy this blow job. It would be rough, on Stephanie, and enjoyable for him. He pulled his cock out from her throat and let her “make love” to cock, by sucking and moving her tongue around his penis.

Stephanie was performing very well, giving him top flight oral sex! She sucked better than he imagined a white girl could, it was better than Brooke’s, but he loved Brooke’s sweet innocent mouth just as much!

As nice as her mouth felt, Myles wanted to punish her, if for no other reason, than he could. The cock surged farther in and down her throat! Her gagging started up again, drool running down her bottom lip like ice cream melting. He could see the outline of his cock outlined in her throat.

“Breathe though this, you leggy whore.” Then he pinched her nose shut for 3 seconds than released her nose to breathe in needed air. He pulled his cock back and let her suck.

J. T. was very close, watching her tits bounce up and down. He reached out and took one breast in his hand to manipulate the flesh any way he wanted. The mound of tit meat felt so “Hot” in his hand. His free right hand rubbed her phat ass and fingers wiggled into her anus!

Stephanie’s excellent blow job was bringing Myles to a climax. He knew it and wasn’t quite ready yet. He pushed his cock in deep as he could. Taking her hair on top of her head, he face-fucked her like she had never imagined could happen. J. T. molested that breast, and his fingers found her clit, erect and begging for attention. He gave her clit a squeeze, and then more of a pinch. Stephanie’s black heels put on a show of their own, heels kicking up and down!

J. T. wanted to move his face in and suck that clit, but her body shook and almost seemed to erupt. Myles was in the process of ejaculating down inside her throat depositing cum down to her belly! Stephanie squealed, like a pig, when his cock exited her throat, yet still spewing his cum to coat the inside of her mouth.

She fell forward, onto the palms of her hands, spitting, coughing, gagging up as much as she could. J. T. caught a glance from Myles. It was obvious that Myles was done for the night and he always called the end of any rape event.

It pissed off J. T. He had wanted more, figuring he hadn’t gotten enough from this white MILF. Stephanie raised back, on her black pumps, still spitting out cum. J. T. hadn’t moved yet. Stephanie was attempting to get off the bed, stand up, maybe. Had she lost her mind, or trying to get away, or thinking she was going to be released, as Myles “promised.”

J. T. grabbed her by one arm, then caught her other arm, jerking them behind her back, gripping her elbows to control her. Her small breasts pushed out and forward, giving Myles a sweet view! J. T. looked over her shoulder and even those small tits, the aroma of perfume, mixed with sweat, was telling him he needed another “swing” sexually at her.

J. T. caught Myles eyes, and said, “let me finish her off!” Myles was done for the evening, approaching midnight, but his brain was reminding him he probably owed J. T. an extra fuck of Stephanie. He had dragged J. T. into this, and it was turning out his buddy was having fun with this MILF! Besides, watching this cunt be degraded one more time was exhilarating to Myles.

Stephanie screamed with all the dwindling energy she had left. She thought her ordeal was ending, and she was going to be released. As she was laid on her back on the bed again, she was made aware how naïve, and stupid she had been. She had been tricked into giving oral sex, willingly, by these two who were never going to release her.

Her screams were helpless, as she was handcuffed to the headboard, and her legs retied wide apart. Opening her mouth and screaming also only played into their hands. J. T. fastened, the O ring mouth gag strap behind her head, as Myles put her glasses back on. He stared into her big brown eyes, through the lenses of the glasses. He licked his lips, and his tongue darted out like a snake at her! Looking at her made Myles feel proud that he had chosen her, and J. T. had come around to wanting to take her another time!

J. T. worked his way to get on top of the MILF. His position was a 69. Stephanie had done a 69 with her husband, but this was so radically different. The black cock hanging in her face was going into her open mouth, and she was unable to resist. J. T. had his face inches from her brown bush! Stephanie’s bush was matted in cum from both men using her like a hooker! Several places her pubic hairs were clumped together, tied together by semen.

Being sure his hard cock went into her mouth; he ducked his head to look back at her face. His hips began push down, then lift up, he started fucking her mouth, like it was a cunt! Once his dick was feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth, he embarked on eating her out Stephanie’s pussy!

She felt his long, wet tongue lapping at her pink slit, then, in a few moments, coaxing out her clitoris! Her clit had always been sensitive, shy, but once coaxed out, was a jewel that, stimulated, drove her crazy.

The tongue of J. T. was the perfect stimulator. Stephanie’s clit was erect, and he alternated kissing and sticking his tongue up inside her cunt hole. It made his cock hard and growing. Pushing his hips down, the head was tickling, then fucking her throat. Steph was being raped in two ways, and locations of her body.

Soon, her pussy had a tongue snaking down deep and her throat had become her new cunt, squeezing, and contracting around his big black cock! She could only breathe through her nose, some of his precum was running out of her nostrils.

Myles, teased her breasts, putting a cold bottle on her tits, running the bottle across each one of her nipples, until they were diamond hard! Then fingers played with each nipple, jerking and pinching them.

No one would ever know what came first, or was it simultaneous, but J. T. shot his load down her throat, gurgling down to her belly, and her pelvis lifted up to meet his mouth, and her orgasm overtook her body! Stephanie’s body shook, her face flushed.

J. T. lifted his head up, his face partially coved in Stephanie’s pussy cream. It smelled good to him, and it tasted even better, as he licked some of it off. He sat back up on his knees, his cock still stuffed in her mouth. Slowly lifting it up and out of her mouth, letting it linger dripping the last of his sperm on her lips, face, and finally on both lenses of her glasses.

Myles burst out in humiliating laughter, aimed at Stephanie, right in her face. As he did, he tweaked her breasts by slapping the flesh back and forth, and up and down.

It was clean up time for the two rapists. Both toweled off, and got dressed, while having a beer. They left the MILF where she was, tied to the bed, with the O gag ring still holding her mouth wide open. Myles told J. T. of the idea he had for dumping her. Stephanie, lost in her total despair, could hear some of the conversation, but not all of it.

It was getting late, and they needed to gather up her clothes, all in pieces, or ruined. Myles collected them in a pile, as J. T. looked through a metal box. He found what he wanted, and helped Myles.

The time had come for Stephanie Connors, to release her restraints, and for the guys to tell her “good night!” Her legs were untied, then her wrists released. She was too stressed, and physically weak to put up any fight.

Myles had a wide piece of black tape, and J. T. removed her ring gag. Myles leaned over her, and kissed Stephanie’s mouth and lips, hard, and long. Done, he plastered the wide strip across her mouth.

“Love you baby, you fuck like a black woman!” Myles told her. He gave J. T. the signal and he tossed Myles one on his white t-shirts, basically called a “wife beater” t-shirt. Myles pulled it over head, stood her up, on her black pumps, and let it fall down. The shirt ended just above her knees. Stephanie had the look of a “low class slut!” Her nipples stood out, pressing against the soft, cotton fabric of the shirt! She nearly turned both men on again.

Her wrists were tied together behind her back, with rope this time. She was escorted out to the van, and deposited in the back with Myles. J. T. drove to where Myles told him to go. It was a trip of maybe 15 minutes, as they only passed one car. Myles was fondling Stephanie, this time, like they were “lovers!” He pawed her tits, and kept a hand under “her shirt,” with a finger in her twat!

They arrived and J. T. pulled far into an alley, stopped the Van and both got her out and dragged her, both carrying her by each arm. Steph’s pumps dragged on the brick street. They dropped her by a garbage dumpster.

“Baby, you are welcome for the party in your twat! We’d fuck you anytime!”

They got back in the van and left the wife abandoned in a nasty part of the big city, by a smelly dumpster.

The plan was they would drive around the corner, park and have a different view up the connecting alley to watch what happened to her. It didn’t take long, just as Myles predicted. A person was seen approaching Stephanie, followed by several others …..

Stephanie was kicked in the belly, her back, and once her head. Myles lost count at 8 surrounding the MILF. it didn’t take long and Stephanie was lifted up and put on the top of the dumpster. A few jumped up on top of the dumpster, and began “messing” with the woman! Someone was between her raised legs, her high heels wiggling in the air. Her second round of rape had started.

The two got back in the van and headed to the “lair.”

“Fuck that was damn HOT!” Myles told J. T.

“Shit yeah, we made her cum twice!" J. T. tossed in.

“Hell yeah, but why didn’t we stay and see now many jackals devoured Brooke Simms? Bet’cha the druggies, meth heads fucked her ’til the sun came up!”

“Damn, we fucking should have stayed to see Brooke get banged by the street thugs!”

“Shit ………”

They drove on, partly thinking of Stephanie, and partly remembering Brooke.

They talked about finding the next one, and started debating what type of woman they