Chip was Brooke’s husband. He was arriving home early and noticed his wife’s car in the driveway. ‘Good,’ he thought. He knew she had a Christmas party. He hoped she’d be in a great mood, and that sex would be the way the evening ended! Chip parked his car and headed into the house. Opening the door, a large shadow crossed his path, then there was pain, and everything went black.
Brooke was still being fed Jimmy’s hard cock when Jax came into the room, dragging the limp body of her husband.
“Chip!” she screamed, her voice slightly muffled by Jimmy’s thick cock.
“He’s fine, Bitch. He’ll just have a hell of a headache. You just keep sucking,” Jax stated.
“There is some rope, handcuffs, and a ball gag in my bag,” Jimmy said.
“A ball gag?' Jax questioned, ’Really? You’re just full of surprises.”
“I like to be prepared. I used to be a Boy Scout,” Jimmy replied with a smile. Jax just shook his head, and stepped over Chip’s’ body to retrieve the bag from the next bedroom.
Jax returned, moving an armchair closer to the bed. He picked up Chip’s body, stripped it bare, then handcuffed hi into the chair. Taking loose ropes, he tied them across Chip’s chest, then to his ankles and knees, snugly tying him to the chair. Lastly he stuffed the ball gag into his mouth and strapped it in back. Chip’s head hung loosely on his shoulder, a trickle of blood running down the side of his face.
Chip began to come to. He was looking down at a blurry vision of his limp cock. ‘Naked?’, the question raised in his fogged mind; ‘Ropes?’. His head was pounding. He could hear sloppy sounds like wet gargling, gagging, and coughing. Beginning to lift his head, it rolled to the side. His blurry vision began to make out shapes; Two shapes, two bodies. One looked like his wife; the other a blond man with long, stringy hair. The man was standing, naked from the waist down, thrusting his hips forward towards the woman’s face. Realization struck Chip like the crack of a bat. It was Brooke! She still wore the red dress, black heels, and dangling pearl earrings from that morning. The man’s large, stiff, cock was wet from her lips. It plunged deep, back and forth into her open mouth. That was the source of the strange sounds. Frantically Chip began to jerk and tug at his bonds, screaming curses behind his gagged lips. A large black man stood to his side.
“Well, look who’s back with us,' the man sneered, ’I do hope you are enjoying the show. Your wife appears to have some mouth.”
“Mphhh!” Chip screamed.
Brooke glanced fearfully at Chip. Jimmy wouldn’t let her remove her lips from his cock. He tapped her on the top of the head with the flat side of the knife. “Keep sucking, Baby. Hubby’s not going anywhere. He’s going to watch us use every hole you have,” Jimmy said.
Jimmy took the top of Brooke’s head and fed his cock farther into her throat. She choked and he shivered. “Ohhhh. Take it all the way, Little Slut; All the way.” Brooke’s hands came up to push him away, but fearing the knife, they just trembled in the air. Drool ran from the shaft, hanging in strands from her chin.
“Your bitch can deep throat,' Jax told Chip, ’I can’t wait to feel her mouth on my cock. Would you like that, Hubby? Would you enjoy your wife choking on a big, black, cock? Yea, you just wait. We’re going to see how good she can fuck too.”
Chip struggled uselessly in his bonds, still he could not free his eyes from his wife. Even if he did not want it too, his cock twitched in arousal. Deep inside, this was a fantasy of his, even if he was in fear for their life. He was even more frightened about what his wife would think once she discovered his hardening cock. The sloppy sounds of her oral sex played on and on in his head. ‘Would he cum in her mouth,’ Chip wondered?
Just as Chip thought that, he heard Jimmy groan, then a loud, gurgling, choking noise. As Jimmy’s ball sack twitched, a huge load of spunk shot from Brooke’s mouth. It bubbled from her nostrils and squeezed out from around Jimmy’s jerking shaft.
“No, no, Sweetheart,' Jimmy chastised, ’Swallow it down.” He used the flat of his blade to scoop gobs of cum from Brooke’s cheek and chin. When his cock drew back, still connected to her bottom lip by a strand of cum, he held the back of the blade to her lips. “Lick it off,' he ordered her, ’Don’t you dare miss a drop, Whore.”
Humiliated, Brooke hesitantly flicked the tip of her tongue across the blade. Being careful not to slice her tongue, she lapped the thick cum from its shiny surface. Closing her eyes, she choked the thick fluid down. All eyes watched her Adams Apple heave, as it slid down her throat, warming her belly below.
Jax nudged Chip on the shoulder. “Now, wasn’t that fucking hot,” he said. “Let’s tie her up, Jimmy. I want to really toy with her first. See her beg for my cock.”
As Jax headed for her, Brooke began crawling back across the bed, her skirt sliding up her thighs! Jax easily reached for her, grabbed her hair, and yanked her back. He took her wrists and began binding them with rope. She continued pleading with him to stop. After tying her wrists, he pulled her by the arms, jerking them back to the headboard and tying them to its top. Brooke sat with her wrists painfully behind her, legs tucked to the side. Jax walked to the other side of the bed and quickly snatched both of her heels. With a vicious yank, he jerked them out from under her towards the foot of the bed. Brooke’s head hit the headboard before she landed flat on the bed. She tried kicking both legs but Jax was too strong. Nodding at Jimmy, they both grabbed an ankle and stretched each one to the far corners of the bed, tying them in place. Chip could only curse beneath his gag. Securely strapped down, legs partly spread, Brooke’s breasts rose and fell in mortal fear. Jax retrieved the knife and sat leisurely at her side.
“Please, please, please,” Brooke pleaded, now scared to her very core that these two would kill them both.
“Shut the fuck up Slut,” Jax ordered. He took the blade and began running it in an ‘S’ pattern down her cheek. It stopped at her trembling lips, then traced the corners of her mouth. Her lips still shimmered from their recent luster of cum. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word. Don’t you speak unless I ask you too. I can just as easily slice off your husbands cock or your ear if I wish. Don’t give me reason too,” he warned. Brooke’s frightened look made Jax hard. He planned on extending her fear. Jax rolled her pert bottom down with the blade, then used the back side to gently click across her teeth.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded. Brooke slightly opened her lips. “Wider,” he insisted. Her mouth stretched wider. “Stick out your tongue.” Brooke’s tongue shook, trembling, as it extended for Jax. He caressed the flat side of the blade up and down her tongue, petting it with the steel. It still tasted of cum, but with a metallic flavor. “I’m going to enjoy this tongue running across my hard cock, but that is for later. First, let’s see what you have for us. You are one fucking Hot chick!”
The blade left her quaking lips to travel back down her face. It trailed lazily down her neck to plunge into the cleavage of the red dress. Jax fished out the silver necklace. Brooke jerked in fear, as the blade snapped the chain. Jax tossed it to his partner. “Here, put this in our bag,” he said. The next time the blade entered Brooke’s neckline, it was sharp side up. The knife cut through the center of her beautiful, red, dress like butter. Jax flopped the two sides open exposing Brooke’s black bra. Her young, breasts pushed the bra’s cups close to their full extent. “Nice,” Jax observed. Jimmy leaned over his shoulder to see. The bra held a front clasp. Jax lifted the bra by the clasp and snipped it open with the blade. Happy to be free, both breasts were free from the material, nipples hard and reaching for the sky. They were young, breasts, hardly settling, just sitting high and proud on her chest! Beautiful rounded areolas puffed up to those thick, darker nipples. “Yes, nice, very nice,” Jax stated.
Brooke jerked again, when the cold blade caressed a tit. She started to cry out, but Jax’s cold eyes warned her otherwise. He toyed with its flesh, using his blade to slap its meat and prick at the swollen raisin. Brooke breathed a sigh of relief when the knife finally withdrew from her breasts.
Unfortunately for her, it dug back into the dress, slicing all the way down, parting the material to the hem.
“It is so time to get this out of my way,” Jax commented. Wildly the knife plunged away, slicing and dicing, ripping away ever ounce of the red dress.
Quickly she came to the realization that she was now partially nude. The only thing between her blonde haired crotch and their lusting eyes was her suntan colored pantyhose, and they did not hide much. The hose ran up to her waist, only a small, soft cotton area encased her warm cunt.
“No panties, Huh? Little Whore likes to feel the air across her horny snatch,” Jax commented to all. “Oh, well,' he added, ’We all love the sound of ripping hose.”
This time, Brooke did scream, as Jax used the knife to cut a strip in the waistband, then peeled the material apart with his hands. That loud ripping noise filled the bedroom, almost as loud as her scream. Each rip exposed more and more of Brooke’s creamy flesh to their eyes. Brooke tried to roll her hips and hide her sex from their stares. that only managed to stoke their fires even more. Jax peered down at the blonde curls of her mound. He ran the sharp end of his knife through the hairs, shaving her bit by bit.
Brooke was old fashioned, and only trimmed her pubic hair when needed.
“Now don’t you move, You Shy Whore. You wouldn’t want me to nick something sensitive,” he laughed.
Humiliatingly, scrape by scrape, he shaved Brooke’s’s mound of hair. This made her skin even more sensitive. Brooke could feel his warm breath coursing across her skin. She was frozen in fear, the closer the blade came to the tender petals of her sex. Once satisfied Brooke was as bare as could be, Jax raised his hand and slapped her sex. The sharp, tingling, burn danced across her flesh making her squirm in the ropes.
“So you like that, Slut?” he asked. Turning his palm he slapped it again. This strike was harder and right across the whole surface of her vulva. a few more strikes and her flesh was burning and red. The petals began to part and unfold the hidden treasure of her clit. “There it is,” Jax said, coaxing the bud from the petals. He drew his knife back to her sex.
“No…No,” she sobbed, trying to close her spread thighs, yet afraid to move an inch.
The backside of the blade lifted the tiny pebble, toying with it. Jax enjoyed watching it bounce around on the steel.
“D…Don’t cut me, please,' Brooke pleaded, ’I’ll do anything.”
“Anything…Well, I like that,” Jax stated. He turned to look at Chip. “You hear that, Hubby? Your little Whore here will do anything.”
Jax placed the blade on Brooke’s quivering belly. He reached down removing his shoes, then his shirt, before dropping his pants and underwear to the ground. Brooke gasped in horror. Yes, she had never seen a black cock, and this one, to her naive mind, was huge. Semi-hard, it dropped to almost 9 inches. She wondered how much larger it would get when fully hard, fearing she would find out much too soon.
“Now, how about that ‘Anything’, Slut,” Jax said pushing his shaft towards her reluctant lips. As his hand reached for the knife on her belly, she opened her mouth to receive his dark meat.
“I need my hands,” Brooke appealed, hoping to scheme her way free.
“No, just your lips, Whore. Move your head; Work it with only your mouth,” Jax instructed.
Chip tried to turn away, not quite wanting to see his love’s lips warped around a black cock. Jimmy grabbed his head and straightened it.
“Oh no, You’re going to watch it all, Friend. You close your eyes and my buddy cuts your wife up bad. We can still fuck her bleeding,” Jimmy threatened.
The view was becoming burned into Chip’s mind. He was right across from the bed, with a good view up Brooke’s spread legs. He could see her red, freshly shaved sex. Above her heaving, breasts, her head bobbed up and down Jax’s crotch. Her mouth could barely close around the thick, black shaft. It puffed out the side of her cheeks. Shiny drool and pre-cum glistened on her white cheeks. While the cock slipped in and out of her sputtering mouth, the knife blade played against the taut skin of her breast. It stroked back and forth against the flesh, flipping from one side of the blade to the other, pausing every few seconds to lightly scrape the thick nipple. The man moaned, his black ass flexing, as he fed more meat into her not-so-eager, mouth.
Brooke, in fear, needed to please the man. She wanted him to cum soon and just leave. Her nipples began to hurt. The knife had been scraping their flesh, making them very raw and tender. She glanced to see her husband’s tearful eyes. Too humiliated, she looked away, concentrating on pleasing her new lover. Remembering what her husband likes, she began to gently hum as she sucked.
“Hummm, Mmmmm.” The black man groaned in response, his shaft stiffening. The rich flavor of his pre-cum pooled in her mouth. He jerked a few times. ‘I have him almost there,’ she thought. Brooke moved her head faster, her long blonde hair flipping bak and forth.
Without warning, the black man pulled away, cruelly pushing her head aside. Her mouth was left open, drool trailing from the corner of her lower lip.
The cock continued to bob in front of her face. It had grown another 2 inches in length.
Jax nodded at his friend, then at the ropes holding Brooke’s feet. Jimmy came over and each of them began untying an ankle. Brooke and Chip breathed a sigh of relief. ’They’re going to let us go,' they both thought. Suddenly to their surprise, both men raised her feet and stretched them up to the top corners of the headboard.
“Noo!” Brooke screamed.
The backs of her wonderful thighs stretched tightly. Her ass lifted up from the bed, legs wide apart, her shaven sex flowered open. Brooke looked up behind her, seeing her sexy black heels wriggling above, as her ankles were tied in place.
I told you we were going to fuck all of your holes, Cunt,' Jimmy stated, ’Each one will get reamed out with our eager rods. As I said before, we haven’t fucked in a long time. We’re going to make this last. We can go all night Slut, can you? If it takes time for our ccks to , we will just torture you until we are ready again."
Jimmy brushed his hand over Brooke’s right breast and glanced at Chip. “What’s the matter,' he asked Chip, ’You’re not fully hard yet?” He turned back to Brooke and slapped her tit. “What’s wrong with you, Slut? Can’t get your hubby hard?” Brooke’s breast jiggled from his slap.
“Please, please, leave him alone,” she sobbed.
“What’s his name…and yours?” Jimmy asked.
“Ch…Chip…and Brooke. Just let us go,” she added.
Jimmy ignored her last statement. “So, Chip,' he said while trailing his hand down from Brooke’s breast to her belly, ’I know what gets a man hard…”
“No,” Brooke squealed as Jimmy’s fingers touched her sex. One pushed her lips aside and entered her tight channel.
“Do you like a fat finger?” Jimmy questioned her, forcing the digit deep inside, then slowly fucking her with it. He turned back to Chip. “She’s tight. You can’t fill her like we can. Look at Jax’s cock, Brooke. See how hard you have him. Can your little love box take all of that black cock?”
“Please, don’t,” She cried.
“Shut the fuck up, or we’ll use that knife on somebody. Just keep looking at Jax’s cock. I bet you can still taste him on your lips. Yea, that’s right. I feel you getting wet. They’re all sluts, aren’t they Chip? Your wife just wants a hard cock to fill her hungry pussy. Let’s see if she can take two fingers.”
Brooke groaned as another finger joined the first. Jimmy curled his two fingers up, finding the right spot inside her sex. Furiously he began to stroke her cunt. During the process, Jax came back and started rubbing his black shaft across her left breast, tweaking its wet tip over the stiff nipple, while painting it with a fine sheen of pre-cum.
“Ugh..Uh,” she began to whimper. Her hips slightly rolled forward towards Jimmy’s roving fingers.
“You’re wet, Little Whore,' Jimmy said, ’Show your husband how bad you want some hard cock. Moan for us.”
Brooke’s breathing increased. Her eyes began to dilate. Jimmy’s hand began to make wet sloshing sounds in her sex. Biting her lower lips, she tried to hold back her moan.
Jimmy jerked his damp fingers from Brooke’s pussy and slapped it hard.
“Aghhh,” she groaned.
Holding his wet hand in the air, Jimmy moved to Chip. “Look what we have here, Hubby,” he said. With his left hand he gripped Chip’s hair and tugged his head back. Jimmy pushed his fingers up under Chip’s nose. “Recognize your wife’s pussy?” He glanced down and saw Chip’s cock reluctantly stir. Then he rubbed his wet hand all around Chip’s face. “A little aroma from the source always gets their blood flowing. For the full experience, you need to be hard when we fuck your wife. Oh, we’re gonna fuck her alright; Fuck her hard. We’re gonna fuck her loose, where you can drive a truck in that pussy. I think Jax is ready; Aren’t you, Jax?”
“Oh yea, Buddy,” Jax replied easing on his knees up to the bed. He slapped his black cock across Brooke’s shaved mound. “You ready for some black meat, young slut?” he asked.
Brooke peered down at the long length of dark penis laying across her white belly, well past her navel. She imagined the pain she would feel when it sliced through her womb. She shook her head, crying and pleading. “Please no. Have mercy. I can’t take you. Don’t make me…”
“Oh. you’ll take me, Bitch, and I’ll make sure it hurts. Nothin’ better than bustin’ up a young white woman’s pussy!”
Jax pushed on the back of Brooke’s calves, opening her up more. Drawing back, he spat down on her cunt. The spit slowly oozed down her slit, coating each flowered petal. Using his right hand, he fisted his large, black, cock and pressed the dark helmet to her cunt. Brooke’s wet hole expanded from the pressure, allowing the head to sink in.
“No! No!” she screamed. Chip violently shook in his binds.
Jax looked back and grinned, surging his hips forward. Brooke screamed again, as the black shaft speared her tight flesh. She felt she was being ripped from the inside. Jax peered down, as did Brooke. The dark rod had only penetrated about six inches. Jax smiled again and thrust hard. Brooke screamed. This time the thick cock had lodged balls deep. Jax groaned in pleasure.
Brooke could hardly speak. Her insides cramped. She felt as though the cock was lodged in her lungs. Jax slightly moved and a shock wave of pain ran through her body. “P…Please…D…Don’t…stop …T, Take it out…Hurts,” she stuttered.
“That’s nothing, Cunt.” Jax pulled his cock back, almost to the edge of her hole, then he evilly rammed back in. He admired the way her tits jiggled when she screamed. The scream also caused the muscles of her tight cunt to contract, squeezing around his engorged cock. “Scream now, Whore. You won’t have any breath left in a minute.”
Chip cringed at his wife’s screams. He could do nothing but watch, as the black man’s ass tensed then slammed forward again and again. Brooke’s black heels jostled in the air, banging the headboard above her. Chip could hear her groan, as the tendons in the back of her thighs stretched. All of them heard the large, man’s balls, ‘Thrack’ against her butt.
“Fuck the Whore,' Jimmy cheered, ’Pound that pussy, Man.”
The wet slap of flesh filled the room, as Jax pulverized Brooke’s cunt. Brooke slowly became accustomed to his size, as her cunt stretched around his member and lubricated.
“He’s making her hot,' Jimmy teased Chip, ’Listen to her groans now. She’s panting for breath, trying to hold out on her body’s pleasure. Look at that white grease running up his pole. It’s your wife’s cream. She’s creaming on that black dick. Your wife’s a cock Whore, just like all the worthless bitches. It makes you hard watching her take another man’s cock; Doesn’t it , Chip?”
Chip just groaned, unable to forget the scene of his innocent wife being brutalized by that black monster. The smell of sex lingered in the air. The rich flavor of his wife stung his nostrils. Looking down, Chip saw his own cock. It rose joyfully from between his tied thighs, yearning to watch Brooke used. His hands longed to stroke the shaft, forcing him to grunt in frustration.
A primeval howl erupted from Jax, Brooke cried out, “No, oh God, NO!” Chip observed the black man’s butt clench. The heavy sac of his balls drew up, contracting in spasms. Chip knew that ropes of potent cum were being spewed into his wife’s cunt. With her legs up, wide and splayed, there was nothing she could do but accept the load. Brooke’s toes curled up in her black pumps, soon followed by the familiar throes of her orgasm.
“Fill that slut up, Jax Buddy,' Jimmy yelled, ’Mark the bitch. Seed her like a cow.”
Once Jax pulled out, Jimmy yelled, ’Hey, show hubby what you got,"
Jax climbed off the bed and reaching down pried open the lips of Brooke’s sex. Her cunt hole was still wide, with a gooey mess running down the center of her crack, gumming up her twitching anus.
“Yea, ain’t that one hell of a load, Chipper Boy?,' Jimmy cheerfully announced, ’My turn now.”
