The Pool Man
Tyrone swings the gate open and steps into the backyard of a well groomed ranch style house. Laying on a chaise lounge, on her stomach is Gail Lake, wife of the owner of this fine house. Mrs. Lake is wearing sunglasses. A black bikini at least one size to small on the top with a thong bottom, and hi heel slippers. She is reading a magazine and a low table with a glass of wine, and her suntan lotion are close at hand. Tyrone wishes she was flipped over so he could see her sun bronzed tits straining to escape her tiny triangle top.
"Hello Missus Lake." Drawls Tyrone as he saunters past the young wife.
"Hi Tyrone. Nice day isn't it." Replies Mrs. Lake.
" Yass um." Answers the young heavily built black man as he turns the corner headed for the pool shed.
Gail Lake feels a little uncomfortable dressed like this with Tyrone in the yard. She realizes what a shameful tease she has become and poor Tyrone is just a boy of 18. He may be over 6' 2" and weigh more than 200 lbs. But he is still just past his childhood. The only reason she agreed to this silly game at all is it gives her husband Dean such a rush of sexual energy. She knew Dean watches her tease through his office window. She can't really see him from here, the way the sun glares on the tinted glass, but she knows he is sitting just a mere 10 feet away fantasizing about all kinds of terrible things. She even remembers his hinting about her getting poor Tyrone to oil her back. Even to let him untie her top. Well that is a little too far for her to take this game.
Dean Lake sat at his desk running through a porn site on the Internet. It specialized in erotic stories about slut wives and interracial sex. His sex life with Gail had gone through the roof since that young buck started doing their pool almost 10 months ago. old man Tandy said something about his nephew being a wayward boy and needed to learn to work and take care of himself. All Dean knew was when he caught Tyrone gawking at Gail in the backyard he had the biggest hardest woody he had had in years. Since that day he had arranged it so Gail would be home and sunbathing or swimming when Tyrone stopped by to do the pool. He even talked Gail into doing a little harmless flirting and into wearing suits she would never wear in public. Gail was hesitant at first but the passion with which they made love after Tyrone left convinced her. She had even confronted him about his fantasies. Dean admitted to watching them through his office window and to fantasizing about her having sex with other men. Especially Buff powerful black men. Of course Gail was shocked and refused to speak to him the rest of the day. That night she asked him to tell her a fantasy while they made love. Dean was on edge now wondering if his sweet young wife was actually going to let another man touch her. He left enough hints for her to pick up on. He watched in his window as Tyrone passed and dropped his pants to his knees in anticipation. man he sure hoped Gail would get this black stud to massage her back. He might even get carried away and rub her ass. Dean's hand strayed to his aching member.
Tyrone didn't miss that little bitches show. He most days would have stopped and talked some just to stare at her. He was nobody's dummy. Tyrone was sure old rich ass honky money bags was sitting at that big plate glass window watching his cunt wife tease him. Tyrone rounded the corner but instead of the pool shed he made a beeline to the back door. Once inside it was easy to see the layout of the house. From the service porch, to the family room, to that nice big oak door. He was sure that oak door led to what's his name's home office. Tyrone swung the door open quickly and silently. Asshole honky was there alright. Sitting there with his dick in his hand looking at pictures on his computer. Pictures of sweet little white bitches doing big black cocks.
The young black man approached fast. One powerful blow and the home owner lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Tyrone picked him up and stuffed him back in his chair. He made quick work of binding him securely to the chair. The man's arms were behind him over the back and his legs were tied off to the base of the rolling swivel chair. The black man stuffed a rag in his mouth and then ran several loops of tape around his head to secure it in place. He slip knotted a piece of rope around his neck and pushed the chair over in front of the window blocking it up on the back legs with the desk behind it. If the captured man struggled too much or fell over he would be strangled for sure.
Dean Lake slowly came to. He was aware of an inability to move and was having trouble breathing. Panic hit. He struggled and things started to go black. He could feel something tighten around his neck. Dean forced himself to relax and calm down. As he leaned back the pressure eased and he was able to breath almost normally. He looked about and realized he was still in his office but now he was directly in front of his office window. He was securely tied to the chair and unable to move at all. His pants were bunched up around his bound ankles and his dick now dangled flaccid between his legs. He felt a terrible pain on the back of his head and slight wetness on his collar. Ohh god someone had hit him and he was bleeding. He focused in front of him on his beautiful wife still sunning in her bikini only feet away from him. Just then Tyrone came into view. He sat down beside Gail and they were talking as if nothing had happened. It dawned on Dean just then that Tyrone had done this to him so he could have Gail. He began to struggle and started to black out again. He tried to scream a warning to Gail and only a muffled mmmmpppfffff escaped his gagged lips. Dean realized this huge hulking black man could do anything to his wife and he could do nothing to stop him. In his shame he realized his cock had started to engorge and he could do nothing about that either.
Gail Lake looked up from her magazine as Tyrone approached. She smiled and willed the butterflies in her tummy to stop. She was glad her auburn hair was piled atop her head in a loose bun. Her back was exposed to the sun and it felt good. She did work hard to keep her thirty year old body in good shape and did like the attention the young man paid to her. She was well aware that the taughtness she felt in her nipples and sweet itching she felt in her pussy was from the shear naughtiness of this silly game of Dean's. Gail couldn't help but wonder about the old tail about Black men's cocks and forced herself not to stair at Tyrone's cutoff jeans. This was by far the most revealing outfit anyone except Dean had ever seen her in. When it first came from the online catalogue company she was sure Dean had bought the wrong size. Gail had to trim her pubic hair down to a tiny strip so it wouldn't show and spend weeks in the tanning bed so she wouldn't have tan lines that showed. The tiny triangles in front barely came to the top of her nipples and plenty of her cleavage showed between the cups. It took awhile to get used to wearing a thong. She felt absolutely nude in it. The tiny strap rubbed her pussy lips and tingly little asshole just enough to make her aware that she had something on. Gail blushed as she envisioned Tyrone's eyes slowly traveling down her slim back to her almost naked ass cheeks.
"You look kinda hot there Missus lake." Said Tyrone as he sat down beside Gail. "You are gonna burn all that perty white skin if you ain't careful."
"I am alright Tyrone. I have sun-block on." Replied Gail with a nervous smile over her shoulder. Gail was having mixed feelings about this. Tyrone had never gotten this close to her in the ten months he had been doing the pool.
"Well I think you need some more on your back about know Missus." Said Tyrone as he reached across her body to get her suntan lotion.
"Did Dean put you up to this Tyrone?" asked Gail as he squirted a shot of the cold lotion on her back. "Well he probably did the silly goat." She answered herself with a sound of exasperation creeping into her voice.
Tyrone began working the oil into Gail's back. Gail laid her head down and stretched her arms up over her head finding she enjoyed the strong firm hands on her body. Tyrone didn't ask. He just grabbed a string end and untied the top of Gail's suit. He let his hands run down the sides of the pretty white woman's body to feel the soft bulge of the sides of her breasts. He could feel her tense a bit but she soon relaxed and he knew she wanted him. Gail opened one eye and glanced back at the large tinted window. She thought to herself. "I hope you are enjoying yourself you perverted bastard."
"You think that white boy husband is watching Missus lake?" Tyrone asked as he worked oil deep into Gail's lower back.
"Tyrone you are being a good sport about this." Replied Gail. " You know how men are. He has these thoughts. Sometimes I wonder. You can call me Gail Tyrone. It is all right."
"What kinds a thoughts Gail? Does he got them ideas of you bein touched by other guys? Sexy thoughts or nasty ones?" Smirked Tyrone as he started working oil into Gail's thighs.
"Well you know sometimes nasty thoughts but they are just fantasies. Tyrone be careful I don't think you should touch me there." Gail said starting to get concerned as Tyrone began kneading oil into her supple asscheeks.
"Missy Gail if the sun can see it I needs to put oil on it now don't I. Asides you don't be seein that whimpy husband runnin out here to stop me now do you." Retorted Tyrone.
Gail Lake was getting concerned about her predicament. Her husband definitely wasn't coming out here to resolve this situation. She had not expected to get pushed this far at all. Gail had a very powerful black man touching her in very private places and she was basically powerless to do anything about it. Tyrone's fingers were working deep between her asscheeks even to the point of forcing her tiny thong aside at times. She clenched her muscles tight to try to keep him out but it was useless. She wondered if his fondling of the sides of her breasts had been inadvertent or even accidental but she knew he was working her ass purposefully. Suddenly she felt Tyrone's hand in her hair and she was forced to sit up by his not to gentle tugging on her hair. She could do nothing but try to clutch her top to her chest and react to his insistent forceful manipulations.
"OOUUCHH!! Tyrone please stop it don't do this please." Gail lamented to uncaring ears. Please oh please Dean don't let him do this she thought in her terror.
"Now Missy white bitch tease you be good so I won't have to hurt you none ok." Tyrone said in a soothing voice as he walked around in front of Gail and released his hold on her hair. "Drop your hands down now girl let me see what you is hidin."
Gail Lake slowly lowered her arms to her side still aware of the sharp pain in her scalp. She was now sitting astride her chaise lounge with Tyrone directly in front of her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a silhouette of a figure sitting at the window and wondered why Dean hadn't rushed out to protect her. Her legs were splayed obscenely. Luckily her top was just wet enough to stick to her breasts so she still wasn't completely exposed to this leering Black man. "Tyrone if you stop this now I am sure I can convince my husband not to press charges." Pleaded Gail.
Dean Lake could feel his arms go numb. The scene being played out in front of him was much too intense for him to care. His breath was ragged but adequate. Before him, mere feet away, his wife was being oiled up by his attacker. Tyrone had untied her top and fondled the sides of his wife's breasts right in front of him. He was now in the process of mauling her tender ass. Gail didn't seem to be protesting. Was she enjoying this wanton display? Suddenly Tyrone stood and snatched her by the hair. She sat up quickly clutching her top to her chest. Tyrone walked in front of her and stood with his hands on his hips smiling. Gail slowly lowered her arms of her own free choice. What a cheap slut she is going to let that big nigger see her tits. Dean was filled with rage and humiliation. That couldn't explain the very obvious erection now pointing strait up from his lap.
Tyrone could see fear and betrayal in her eyes. He knew she would do what he said when she lowered her arms. He was looking forward to teaching this white tease a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. He wondered if her wimpy husband thought she was doing this because she wanted to. Little missy white whore looked so damn hot sitting in front of him. Her tiny little bottoms were wedged into her pussy by the chair between her legs and even with it untied her nipples were plain to see outlined in her damp black bikini top.
"Yo pussy husband aint goin to tell nobody bitch. You know it." Spat out Tyrone. "Now be a good little white girl and take off that top so I can see them pretty white tits you been tryin to show me for so long."
Gail shivered and thought about jumping up and running but she knew she would never make it. Not knowing what else to do she reached up and untied the strings behind her neck. She carefully peeled the top away from her body and blushed with shame as the black man before her saw what only her husband had seen before. She was aware that her nipples were puffy and hard. So hard they ached. She didn't know if it was the faint cool breeze or her total fear of this beast who had her in his control. Either way, there was nothing she could do about it. Gail's stomach began to flutter from total shock and fear. My god he is unbuttoning his cutoffs. Gail was unable to pry her eyes from the unfolding site before her.
Tyrone was amazed at how easy it was to control this little slut bitch. All he did was ask her and she had stripped off her top for him. Her Lilly white tits framed in bronze from hours in the sun. Her cherry red nipples rock hard little pebbles. He could even see her belly quaver from excitement. She was whimpering but he was sure it was caused by her desire for his Black dick. He slowly unbuttoned his pants right in front of her and pushed then down. Her eyes grew wide when his half hard tool popped into her sight. Tyrone knew her sissy boy husband couldn't match him. He had seen his puny little white dick.
Dean Lake's breathing was getting ragged again as he strained to see the apparent seduction of his, Till know, pure wife right before his eyes. The little slut had actually taken her top all the way off by herself. Now she was sitting there with her hands in her lap watching his attacker practically wave his big black cock in her face. He could obviously see how hard her nipples were. Dean's erection was hard and purple at the head and starting to drool pre-cum from it's tip. He knew that if he could touch his prick, it would erupt like a Roman candle. He was ashamed of how intensely horny this wanton display of his wife was making him.
Gail tried hard not to cry or whine. She was sure that it would just get her hurt. Her only hope was that her husband would realize how much this scared and hurt her and rush out and stop this silly game. She had never seen a man's penis this close before. Not even her husband's. The few times she had relented and allowed him to put it in her mouth she had kept her eyes tightly shut. Now there was an enormous black cock only inches from her face. She kept her hands pressed firmly in her lap in hopes it would protect her now splayed open pussy from this monster's view. "Please Tyrone this has gone far enough. Just let me go and I promise nothing will be said about it to anyone." Gail pleaded looking up into Tyrone's eyes.
Tyrone took one step closer and answered back. "Who you gonna tell anyway bitch? That sissy boy man of yours? I bet he has a harder dick than I do right now. If he hasn't already popped off in his puny little hand." Tyrone started rubbing his hardening cock over Gail's upturned face. "Tell you what if you take real good care of my baby here, I will let you off easy. Come on now girl grab ahold of a real man's tool and feel what you been missin."
Gail felt the rubbery head slide over her dry lips. She kept still praying it was all a bad dream. She was paralized with fear. Would he hurt her or Dean? He might even kill them. Gail thought if I take care of him maybe he won't force me to have sex with him. Maybe he is like Dean and an orgasm will sate his desire and he will leave. She felt like a prostitute as her hand wrapped around the ever hardening manhood still coursing over her fear numbed lips.
Dean was beyond belief. He sat perfectly still mesmerized by the show being performed in his own backyard. His wife, topless and sexually excited, was slowly stroking a black man's cock as it rubbed over her lips and cheeks. He couldn't believe it. He had to beg her to put his dick in her mouth sometimes for months and then she would only perform oral sex for a short time and in total darkness. Here the slut was, ready to suck a black cock in broad daylight right in front of him. Dean's cock erupted in orgasm. Showering cumm all over himself. He even got some in his own face. He sat there in his own spunky mess amazed that this could happen without any physical contact. His cock remained hard as his semen slowly trickled down off of his chin and chest.
Tyrone stood there luxuriating in the feeling of total power. The sight of his hardening cock slowly stroking over this sweet white bitch's face was a tremendous turn on. He gently stroked her hair and urged her on. On every pass he could feel her lower lip fall. He reached back and guided her head forward impaling her mouth with his cock. Her hand dropped to his thigh in an effort to defend herself from this violation. Tyrone only smiled and firmly grasped her soft auburn hair. He began a slow relentless pace. With every stroke he penetrated deeper. He paused only slightly when she gagged but continued his relentless attack. Soon his saliva slickened cock was sliding in almost to his balls and all the way out to the tip. He loved the feeling of her nose being buried in his pubic hair. The pressure she exerted to try to keep him out only heightened his desire to fuck her face.
"Come on suck my big black prick you stupid white bitch." Tyrone hissed out. "You know you want it. I bet your hubby is lovin this bitch. You think he likes the show poor little missy?"
Gail was past panic. She had fallen into basic survival mode. With every thrust it became impossible to breath. The feeling of helplessness was all encompassing. Her eyes were watering and she had to fight off her gag reflex. Every time he pulled her head forward the head of his cock sank further down her throat cutting off her air supply. She pushed as hard as she could on him but it didn't even slow him down. She could here him. Gail was aware he was talking but unable to understand what he said. The worst part for her was she could feel her pussy starting to lubricate. It was the same feeling she got when Dean got to rough. The feelings disgusted her and she had always made dean stop. Gail was fully aware she would be unable to stop Tyrone and that was part of what was eliciting this unwanted sexual response.
Tyrone new he was close. He could feel his toes start to curl in his deck shoes. He sped up his assault on Gail's mouth. When he was right on the edge of orgasm he withdrew his cock, tilted her head back using her hair as leverage and let his seed fly. It felt like gallons as he stood there grunting on this middle class suburban deck. Poor helpless Gail's face and mouth were showered in cum. Tyrone took a second to bask in the feeling. The desire was already beginning to build deep in his balls again. His cock began to twitch and Tyrone knew what he would do. He recognized the best part was his second time would take much, much longer. Tyrone dropped his hold on Gail's hair and stepped around her. He sat on the chaise lounge behind her to reach through her arms and grasp her hardened nipples. Gail's back arched in response as he rolled and pinched her tiny cherry red nipples. Tyrone released one nipple and reached to his back pocket pulling out yet another length of the white cotton line he had used on Dean. He slipped it around her throat and put in the same slip-knot he had used on her husband. Then tenderly kissing her neck he slid a hand down her arm till he reached her wrist. He twisted it quickly up behind her back and at the same time grabbed the other wrist. In a twinkle, Gail found herself laying face down on her chaise lounge with her wrists crossed between her shoulder blades. Tyrone tied off the young wife's hands in a way that kept her back arched or she would tighten the noose around her neck. The smiling black man stood and grabbed the helpless young wife by the hair.
Gail felt Tyrone stand behind her. Her elbows screamed at her of the pain of being folded that far up behind her back. If she pulled her arms or straightened her back the rope that Tyrone had put around her neck tightened and cutoff her air supply. Her breathing was strained and ragged and she knew that if she wasn't careful she would die. Gail felt fingers tangle in her hair and before she could even attempt to see what was to happen she found herself on her feet and being guided none to gently to the back door. Tyrone continued his taunting and Gail tried her best not to cry or fall. Walking in her silly hi heeled slippers was hard under normal circumstances but bound and being led by her hair was downright dangerous. Gail found herself with her cheek against her husband's office door. Her tormentor putting pressure on her wrists so she couldn't escape. The Oak of the door was cool and smooth to the touch. Gail felt even more vulnerable with her sore, Hard nipples pressed into the door. The blackman pressed his erection into her ass cheeks as he reached around her and put his free hand into her bikini bottoms. Gail felt the powerfully built blackman put his feet between hers and force her legs far apart. Her head snapped back as his large fingers penetrated her pussy.
Dean sat helpless and watched as the powerfully built pool man shoved his young wife down on her face. He knew from his own experience, that the rope Tyrone had just secured around Gail's neck was painful and deadly if not respected. He struggled again against his own ropes as the cruel pool man pulled his wife to her feet by her hair. He was sorry ohh so sorry hr had let this happen. As the couple disappeared from his sight he couldn't help from wondering what the pool man would do next. As all the terrible thoughts rushed through his head and all the consequences played out in his mind Dean's cock grew stiff and hard.
Tyrone was young. His cock recovered quickly. He felt powerful, invinceable. His young prick nestled in the crack of his victums ass. Her pussy was starting to lubricate from his fingers. "Little missy yo pussy is full of juice. Don't worry I wont disappoint you. Ole Tyrone will fuck that pretty white cunt good for you." Tyrone said in a laughing voice. He grasped her bikini bottoms in his hand and pulled up sharply. Gail winced with pain as her suit was forced between her cunt lips and deep in the crack of her ass. Tyrone pulled so hard he lifted the petite white woman off the ground. The Black stud stuck his tongue in her ear as he humped her ass crack from behind. He reached in his pocket and flicked out his knife. As he continued to hold Gail to the door on her tiptoes he carefully slid the blade over her cheek then down the curve of her breast until it popped over her nipple on down to her hip. Gail was whimpering in fear and begging him not to hurt her. A quick cut at her hip then the other and Tyrone held her soaked and tattered thong in his hand. He put his knife away in his pocket and said " Bitch you talk to much I am gonna shut you up." He stuffed the bikini bottom into Gail's mouth and kicked her heels as far apart as he could. With one hand on her hip and the other in the middle of her back to hold her face and tits to the rough oak door Tyrone took his black dick and slammed it into Gail's dripping pussy.
Gail shivered with fear as she saw the glint of steal from the corner of her eye. She knew with her arms tightly bound that if her attacker decided to cut her she could do nothing to stop him. Through her sobs she begged Tyrone not to hurt her. The fear in her heart just intensified the feeling of the sharp steel blade as it traced a course down her body. Tyrone's grip on her bottoms held her to her tiptoes. The terrified young wife felt the sharpened end pop past her aching soar nipples that were rubbed raw from her contact with the heavy oak door. The tension on her vagina and anus were relieved when her bottoms were cut from her body. Tears welled in her eyes as she heard the black man tell her she made to much noise. The bikini bottoms wet with her own juices were stuffed between her teeth. As she fought the urge to spit out her soiled bottoms she felt her legs being kicked even further apart. Gail was slammed into the door causing her to almost black out. She came around quickly as she felt her tender pussy being invaded by a huge penis. Gail could do nothing as her powerful assailant held her face and chest to the door and rammed his cock in and out of her cunt. Gail instinctively rocked her hips forword to ease the pressure of the huge cock that was attempting to split her in half.
Dean sat ever so still trying to catch what was being said and done just on the other side of the office door. He was still firmly bound to his chair and dare not move too much or he would strangle himself. His cock was rock hard and his own cum was still slowly dripping down from his chin and face. He knew that fucking big nigger was plowing his wife in the next room and the thought of it was almost more than he could stand. As his dick twitched with excitement the door suddenly burst open.
The ghetto lifestyle had taught Tyrone many things. One was that he loved the feeling of power. His approaching orgasm would have been enough for most men. Even most rapists. Tyrone wanted more. He loved watching his pussy slickened dick slide in and out of this bitch tease white woman. He loved how she moved to accommodate him. Hell the bitch probably liked it and would probably crave big black cock for the rest of her life. Right now blowing his load was not enough for him. As he approached the point of no return he reached down and turned the doorknob. The door flew open and he stood there with a pretty white bitch impaled to the hilt on his cock looking at her pathetic whiteboy pussy husband. His own cum splattered all over him and a purple blue meat stick pointing to the sky out of his lap. Tyrone wondered what his bitch thought of her husband now.
Gail's discomfort was easing as the horrible pounding caused her pussy to stretch and her pelvic tilt gave Tyrone better access and caused less pain. She was ashamed that her pussy was so wet and lubricated. She could even feel the stirrings of her own passion welling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to feel that way but her body just did. In an instant the support of the door fell away from her. Tyrone kept her from falling by holding her hair. Gail opened her eyes and then her mouth fell open in shock. The bikini bottoms fell to the floor and yet she could say nothing. There sat her husband. She could tell he was bound. She at some level was aware that he to was in danger but what hit her almost like a blow was the sight of his penis. She had never seen it so hard and ready. It was obvious he had already cum at least once. The evidence was still dripping down his chest.
Tyrone spoke first. "Hey white boy you want somma dis?" he sneered. "She has da tightest pussy I have ever fucked." He continued. " Dis little white girl of yours can really suck cock too. Hell you musta saw considerin you still got your own stuff all over you." Tyrone slowly waddled over to Dean's chair. He held Gail still stuffed full of his cock. The bitch was quietly crying. When he was close enough he said " Come on whore show your puny little husband how you suck cock."
Dean suffered through the attackers humiliating diatribe. He could do nothing else. He also watched his beautiful wife with complete attention. Her breasts dangled and jiggled as the pair crossed the room. Her face was puffy and her eyes wide in amazement. He was sure she was crying because of his obvious discomfort and knew she would do anything to protect him. What he wondered was Why were her inner thighs so wet with her own juices? Was she actually enjoying getting stuffed full of black dick? Was she actually getting off on being forced by this black bastard? He did know that she had deep full earth shattering orgasms when he played his rough sex games with her. They stopped right in front of his chair. His wife was bent at the waist and with her hands secured to her neck she was forced to look him in the eyes with her beautiful hair brushing his lap. Tyrone placed his hand on her back and slowly started to slide his dick in and out of her cunt. The sweet innocent woman rocked back and forth on every stroke and as she did so Dean's cock slapped her gently right in the face. It was only natural for her to open her mouth and let it slide down her throat. My god the look of his cock buried to the hilt in his wife's face was totally erotic to Dean. With every stroke Gail looked at him and let a little more of his cock slide down her throat.
Gail felt the rock hard cock of her husband slip past her rubbery lips. She looked him in the eyes for some sign of compassion and saw only man completely consumed in passion. She wished she could cry but the insistent pressure from behind forced her to concentrate on just breathing. Dean's dick slid all the way down her throat and she could feel her asshole husband actually hump up form his chair into her face. Things were getting hard to understand. Why were her knees beginning to quake? What was this all encompassing feeling of pleasure she was experiencing? She spasmed through the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. She had trouble focusing her mind on what was actually happening. For just an instant she wished it would never stop and hoped it would all at once. Then she felt stillness and an emptiness as Tyrone pulled out of her pussy.
man this horny white bitch is going off on my dick. Tyrone loved the feeling of Gail getting all wobbly and twitchy. As he slid his dick in and out of her cunt. As she orgasmed her cunt constricted on his dick and he again came very close to shooting her full of sperm. He looked over her shoulder at her husband watch his own dick slide in and out of the little slut's mouth. He could see the man's nostrils flare, and the color on the tips of his ears darken. He knew that if Dean wasn't tied down his hands would be wrapped in his wife's hair making her slide on and off of his cock. Tyrone abruptly stepped back snatching his dick out of Gail's pulsing snatch. He reached her hair and straightened her upright, popping dean's dick out of her mouth with a loud pop. Tyron walked her forward and placed her in the man's lap. Her still spread pussy slipped over his cock like a loose fitting glove. The couple sat facing each other eye to eye both securely bound. Tyrone hissed in Gail's ear. " I know what you be wanting bitch. A big man to do your cute tight white ass." Tyron held her firmly by her hair straining her scalp and placed his wet dick at the obscenely spread as crack of the poor tortured woman. He grunted as he shoved his cock up her ass in one violent stroke. He could feel the shape of her husband's puny dick through the membrane separating her pussy from her ass.
Dean didn't have to see it. He could feel it. His wife's body was racked with spasms as she orgasmed. Her mouth restricted on his cock and she sucked hard. His vision began to blur as he pressed back into her hot mouth. In a blink of an eye her mouth was gone. As he became aware of his surroundings all he could see was his wife'' belly button. Her legs were splayed wide over his. She quickly sat down and his cock slipped into the hottest wettest cunt he had ever felt. It slipped in with one stroke. He focused one his wife's face. She still had a white rope biting into her neck and all he could see of her arms were her elbows lewdly pointing straight out. Dean became aware of Tyrone speaking to Gail and was unable to understand or comprehend what the black pool man was saying. The instant look of fear and the movement he felt from Gail confirmed to him that whatever it was it wasn't wanted. In an instant Gail arched back and groaned as he felt tyrone's cock slip into place. For a second Dean though Tyron ehad slipped into his wife's pussy with him. He realized at the moment that the black man was doing what he had only dreamed of. He was fucking Gail in the ass. Gail collapsed on his shoulder and went limp. The felling of her pussy being stretched tight on his cock and another cock rubbing him with only a thin wall between them was to much for Dean he started pumping gallons of cum into his violated wife's pussy.
Gail felt almost cheated. Her husband's cock was nothing like the horse dick Tyrone stuffed into her tender pussy. She looked at her husband in total disgust. The asshole was on the verge of cumming. Didn't he understand that she couldn't help what happened to her. She didn't want to have an orgasm she was forced to. Tyrone began to talk dirty to her again and then moved away. At the last instant she became aware that he intended to sodomize her by force. She let out a squeal and tried to squirm away but she was trapped she looked at her husband and wished him even tried to will him to do something to stop this evil act. It was too late. The giant organ still slimy from her own excitement slipped quickly in her rectum. My god let me die. The pain of having two cocks wedged into her was unbearable. Her husband was still pumping her with all the movement he could manage and Tyrone was sliding his monster in and out of her ass at a unbelievable pace. Gail felt her sissy husband roll through an orgasm and she collapsed in shame on his shoulder. Then Tyrone let go a sight and she could feel hot wet cum deep in her bowels. She had no control she too racked her body with intense spasms of pleasure. It was over.
Tyrone buttoned his pants as he stood behind the bound wife. He flicked his dangerous blade from his pocket and let it come to rest on Gail's neck. He toyed with the idea of cutting her and letting her die right there in this upscale honkie's lap. Rape is one thing Murder. Especially a white couple by a brother is something completely different. He gloried in the startled look of fear in the couple's faces for an instant and then slipped the blade under the rope holding Gail's wrists to her throat. Tyrone strolled out of the house and down the block secure in the knowledge that he would soon be back on his home turf.
The lake's struggled to release themselves from the last of there ropes. When completely free first they hugged then pulled away. Should they call the cops? If they did he probably would never be caught and they would have to tell the whole embarrassing story for nothing. They decided to consider it and went to sooth there sore joints and scrapes and bruises. They were glad that he at least left them alive. As Gail slipped out of the shower she couldn't help but wonder who Dean would hire to clean the pool.
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