COVID-19 brought many terrible events for individuals, families, and even marriages. This was never more apparent than with this family. It involved a husband suffering severe illness, and a wife venturing down a very dark path into perversion, committing adultery, down a road where there was no return for her. The very attractive wife, Christian woman, mother of two successful college age children, and loving wife, found herself in a pit of "venomous snakes," that she was totally unaware of.

Chip and Cindy had been married 25 years, lived in several houses, Chip had changed jobs several times, and they had raised two children, now in college. Cindy, 46, was a teacher in the same junior high school for the last 25 years. The couple had met in college and married right before Cindy took her teaching job, and Chip started his career in the business world.

Cindy retained much of her beauty and fit body throughout the 25 years of marriage. Her blonde hair was very similar in length and style to the day she was married. It was cut just above her shoulders, straight in length, and silky to touch. She had green eyes, and a very sweet bottom pouty lip!

Her body kept its sexy shape due to exercising most every day, and eating well. She stood 5 foot 5, always wanted to be taller. She was very proud of her 36C breasts, having two kids changed her chest from 34B to 36C! Cindy's butt was full, and rounded, a pleasure to look at. Her legs were above average, looked great in high heels, but it was her breasts that caught the men's eye!

She and Chip had a wonderful sex life, but respected and indulged the others favorite activities! Chip got a vasectomy, while Cindy remained able to have a baby, not that either wanted any more children.

It was late Winter 2020 when Chip became sick, and in rapid manner found himself with Covid-19 and in a day-to-day situation of life or death. Cindy took time off to be with Chip, when she could, but soon was unable to go visit him. She then took a year off from school, she was able to take the time, without pay, through the teachers/school board contract.

It was difficult not see her husband, or really know how he was doing other than emails from the doctor. Sure, her friends from school, church and even relatives came to visit and help her to get through this traumatic event. Chip was holding his own, no worse, yet no better, either.

Cindy prayed, and spend time outside when she could, but missing Chip was way more difficult than she imagined. She missed seeing him daily, and missed sex with him and his just holding her, and physical contact. There was no place to find those things for her. She was lonely, even her faith wasn't helping her.

Sleeping was very sporadic for Cindy; worry wouldn't let go of her. She was becoming a different woman, she knew it, but figured once Chip was back home, and healthy, she could climb back on the married life train of love.

It was one late night in May, unable to sleep, read a book, or the Bible, or just relax, she just needed to talk. Calling her friends or relatives wasn't the answer. She had leaned on them so much. She went to her office upstairs, in one her kids' remade bedrooms, and sat at her computer. Cindy roamed the internet, reading news articles, watching cat videos, before, on google finding a chat room to enter.

She knew about chat rooms, well, not really, but the lure of talking to someone drew her in! At first it was just typing messages back and forth to a woman. Cindy found it soothing to talk to another human. She chatted for 3 hours!

Over the next 2 weeks she chatted nearly every night, to a variety of people, women and men. It was hard, at first, to chat with men. She thought about just portraying herself as a man, but her feminine side just wouldn't let her. Talking to men she found was just as interesting as it was with women. Her brain told her people on the chat lines were probably lying, using fake names, etc. She wasn't and couldn't do that. She was Cindy17, and told the truth about herself.

A month after starting her late night talking to others, she took a bigger step, she got into group chats. It was daring, sensual, to read about other people, their lives, fantasies, sex lives, and things in between. She again, mistakenly, told only the truth about herself, Chip, and her situation in life.

It did not take long and she found a regular chat line with people "she knew" for a while. There were a mixture of males and females. In the back of her mind, she knew she was "cheating" on Chip, but it was so soothing to her soul, and filled needs she had, that she kept chatting every night.

It was now late June and Chip was improving, talk of him coming home soon was hinted at. He was going to survive this dreaded Covid-19! It should have been the best news ever for Cindy, but giving up this chat line was harder than she imagined. She couldn't admit it to herself, but she WAS hooked on chat rooms.

A few nights later she received emails from someone inviting her to a one-on-one chat room! It was from a screen name she knew she had seen before, Wesson58. She was flustered by it, turned-on by it, and very interested. Those feelings only intensified when the messenger identified himself as a male, who desperately wanted to be friend and get to know her much better. Cindy heard the voice in her brain saying to disengage for this request, and stop chatting on the dark web immediately and never return to it. She couldn't.

The next night she connected with her new admirer, they talked for 3 hours. This man seemed "genuine" to her. He was very complementary to her, and each time she would offer up new info about herself, like hair length and color, or rating her looks, or how tall she was, he would follow up with another probing question, in the sincerest way. It drew Cindy even more than she was aware of. She assumed, mistakenly, and naively, that his first name was Weston.
When she asked if that was his first name, he totally knew he had a dumb blonde on the line.

"Of course, my name is Weston!"

 He was very understanding and interested in Chip's Covid-19 experience. By the end of the chat Cindy was comfortable much more than when she nervously hit the keyboard to begin the chat.

It was decided Chip would be better off staying at a rehab center for a month. Cindy could come visit, as he rehabbed every day. Cindy was shocked seeing him for the first time in such a long time. She could see he had lost weight, maybe even aged 5 years, or more. He needed help she would be unable to help him with. She promised him she would visit each day. Yet, Chip would be unable to meet her physical and emotional needs. She knew she would be back on the chat line talking to Weston
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That night she was back chatting until after midnight. She felt needed, comforted by Weston. Before the week was up Cindy was very close to attaching several pictures of herself to the next email. It was a hard decision, yet she could only think it was something she wanted to do!

Weston couldn't stop telling her how beautiful she was during that next chat. Cindy was embarrassed by his "courting" her. All his comments only built up her self-esteem and sexual confidence that she was still a beautiful woman! He had her in the palm of his hands and he had definite plans for her. He just needed to string her along at the speed she wanted it.

The next email chat turned quickly into Weston's role playing a sexual intercourse session with Cindy. She did most of the reading as she could imagine all the sex acts, loving sex acts, Weston could type out to her. It was amazing, and more, all that she had been missing! She knew after seeing Chip that afternoon he wasn't in shape to do those things or might be soon enough.

That night in bed, Cindy played with her clit, and squirted the first time in many years! Her finger took on the function or a cock, maybe Chip's, but probably Weston's! She could not get him out of her mind. She knew it was wrong, not keeping the marriage vows she had promised to Chip, and before God. She was almost of control.

The same sexual game was played between Cindy and Weston the next few nights. Several ended in either a cold shower for her, or using her fingers to stimulate her pussy to cum during the chat. She was falling deeply into his plan, or trap, only she had no idea.

Weston sent her an email asking if she would wear a sexy outfit and make a video for him. She was taken back, but sexually turned-on like she was dating Chip in college. The more she thought no, the more the burning desire to showcase herself was winning out!

She told him on the next chat she would do it, but it might be very amateurish, she wasn’t a model or showgirl. Weston just typed out, “LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLOL! All you need to do is show me your beautiful breasts, and I would be beyond hyped to see your pussy!”

Cindy was perspiring as she read his comments. She told Weston she would do it, but might take a few days.

His response was, “I would wait forever to see what you have to reveal, ❤️U!”

The chat ended with Cindy performing oral sex to Weston!! She was completely into it, as though Weston was there in bed with her! It was more than she imagined it could be.

Chip was a week from being released from the rehab. He looked better, felt better, and tested Covid-19 free, without symptoms for 6 weeks now. He was ready to come home.

Cindy modeled different outfits to model in for her video. She didn’t like anything; she was too critical of her body. Eventually, a day and a half of thinking it out, Cindy came around to the simplest of wardrobes.

She made the video at 1 PM, knowing she was bringing Chip home from rehab the next day.
She set up the video camera first, then got herself ready. She blow-dried her blonde hair and swept her bangs to the left just a bit. White drop earrings hung from her lobes. She decided on no necklace. she pulled on black pantyhose, with black ankle-strap pumps, with 2 3/4-inch heels! A black bra was her only other piece of clothing! The bra had a front clasp.

Knowing she could always erase the video and start over relaxed her. It was time. She placed a folding chair in front of her and the camera.

Two deep breaths and Cindy started, first greeting Weston, in a very shy, and innocent way. After about 90 seconds she began, unclasping her bra and slowly revealing the cleavage, curves, and size of her breasts! The bra peeled away in opposite directions, leaving Cindy's breasts, and two erect nipples to be viewed by whoever would see these video! She was very proud of her breasts!

But she wasn't finished yet. Without hesitation Cindy lifted her right foot and placed it on the chair. Her fingers started up by her hip, and she slowly ran then over her thigh, to her bent knee, then slowly traced her fingers from knee to her ankle, touching and grabbing the strap around her ankle! She moved her left foot to spread her crotch farther open, and with finger from her left hand ran them over the black pantyhose in the crotch area.

To top off her video, Cindy lowered her pantyhose, first showing her round, full butt to the camera, bending down and sticking her ass out! Still unsure, but with the thought of "what the hell, I have gone this far," she turned around and gave the viewer a look at her "twat!" She wasn't completely sure what the term inferred, but she showed what she had to offer! Cindy had a wispy blonde bush!

Turning the camera off she debated if she should watch it herself. She chose not to, but to save it and think about emailing it.

She changed clothes and spent the rest of the day with Chip. They had a nice dinner and watched a movie before bed. As much as Cindy enjoyed being with Chip again, her mind was thinking of her new chat room partner. Bedtime arrived and Cindy had been sleeping in a spare bedroom while Chip was away. She liked the sleeping arrangements to stay the same. Chip was in their bed of many years. Cindy didn't sleep much, thinking of Weston, and the video, what she had done while Chip was ill? She knew it was wrong, yet she just couldn't give up Weston. He had brought her so much comfort, support, and much needed talk of sex, even if it was just play acting, it was what she desperately needed. She would send the video in the morning.

She started living an even more double life, trying to spend time with Chip, and spending nights on her computer chatting with Weston! Their internet chats began more sexual, talking about her sexual preferences, her dislikes, some of her sexual experiences with Chip and even her very few in college. When she asked Weston the same types of questions, he always lied, having great imaginary experiences to tell her. Weston was damn good and was setting the trap for Cindy to fall into!

It had gotten so bad for Cindy, she wasn't sure who she loved and needed more, Chip or Weston! She almost knew she was in a trap, but could never just recognize her predicament for herself.

By late September the situation Cindy was in was roughly the same, only Chip had improved very much. They even made love, for the first time in months! He was talking of going back to work soon, and his conversation with her suggested she go back to teaching, even if just subbing.

But a few days later Chip shared that a few of his good buddies wanted to take him on a 4-day trip to Las Vegas! They had purchased tickets so all of them could go see the Raiders play, Chip's favorite team! Cindy could see he really wanted to go, and when he asked if she wanted to go along, she saw a real option for her. 4 days to chat with Weston, maybe even make a new video! She was feeling adventurous!

She couldn't wait to tell Weston she would have 4 days of freedom to chat with him! She told him about Chip's trip, and that both of them might be going back to work very soon. That news set Weston's brain into overload, with ideas, and a plan.

Cindy heard about it a day later during their chat. Weston told her he was coming to see her, for a day or so. She was flabbergasted and a million thoughts went through her head, all at once. He even had a plan for her to not feel the burden of this “date.” All he asked Cindy to do was give him her address, and the pass code to her house. He would come by Uber, no car to be seen in the driveway, and it would be after dark.

Cindy didn’t commit at first, she, again, was overwhelmed. Yet, the longer than chatted, the more Cindy wanted to do this. She had dreamed of what Weston looked like, how handsome was he? Chip was out of town. One time only she thought, then she needed to end this, get back to teaching, back to regular like with Chip.

She told him she would think on it, and let him know tomorrow. Weston continued to persuade her, not going to take no for an answer. He had to meet her and see her beauty through his own eyes! He ended by encouraging her to be finding something sexy and beautiful to wear! After their chat ended, Cindy felt her stomach in knots, yet her sexual appetite was hungry for this man, very hungry. Lying in bed at 3 AM, eyes wide open, starring at the ceiling, her fingers going between tweaking her nipples, and fingering herself, she made up her mind to do this!

The next day she chatted with Weston. He was overjoyed with her agreeing to the plan. She gave him her address, passcode, and the dates Chip would be gone. It sounded mysteriously romantic to her. Once finished chatting, as Weston said, he had much to do before they would meet in a few days!

Cindy began the process of what to wear? She didn't have very long, 3 days before Chip was leaving. Weston would be at her house shortly thereafter. She immediately began looking, online, in catalogs. And even going to the mall, to try and find what she wanted Weston to see her in when he arrived. She disliked shopping, wasn’t good at it, and hated trying things on at a store. Yet, she figured that was her best bet. She could see how it looked on her, purchase it and be done with it all.

It took her 2 hours at the mall, but she found what she wanted, simple, yet classy she thought. It was the “little black dress!” It was one piece, zipped up the back, not the slim shoulder straps, but wide enough, 2 inches wide. The front was a v-cut, allowing a peek at the cleavage she wanted to reveal. The bottom part was a skirt, again, not tight, not flirty. The hem ended 3 inches above her knees. She topped off the ensemble with a pair of black pumps, with 2 5/8-inch heels.

She felt very nervous the next two days, but helping Chip pack and get organized helped her guilt. But, was it guilt, or being gifted Weston? She was unsure. Was this the end of the side relationship with Weston, or could it be the end of her marriage to Chip? She just didn't know.

Chip was picked up by a buddy and before he headed to Vegas, Cindy gave him a huge hug and passionate kiss, several in fact! Would it be her last kiss with her husband? She really couldn't answer that question.

She waved good bye to her husband, and went back inside to get ready for her "date" with Weston. A shower, putting on makeup, kinking her hair on the sides, brought her to pulling on a pair of black panties. She had purchased a black half-cup bra, that hooked twice behind her back. No hose was her choice. She put on 3-inch, white drop earrings, and a heart necklace, that hung halfway to her breasts!

She sat and relaxed, or tried to, in her underwear, thinking about all that had happened in the last year. Was she really ready to cheat on her husband, with a stranger, not quite a complete stranger, but very close?

Finally, she worked up the nerve to just take this step. She got up, checked her body in the full-length mirror! She still thought her body looked nice, even sexy! Cindy got dressed in her black dress, and her black pumps. It was getting dark, and getting close to the time Weston said he'd arrive. Her palms were sweating, and she didn't like that feeling.

She moved downstairs, turned off all but one lamp, and turned on the garage light. She sat in her favorite chair and waited. Rocking in her chair calmed her nerves, and her heart slowed, a bit. She was taking slow, deep breaths, watching her proud breasts rise and fall. Her mind was wandering, then she saw car lights out the front window, stopping, then moving again, and were gone,

Was it Weston??? The time had arrived for her.

I'm guessing no.

Cindy nervously stood and answered the door. A man stood at her door. He was 8 years older than her, but carried his age well. Handsome and fit, the man had short, dark blonde, hair, with a well-trimmed goatee and mustache. A little taller than her, he stood around 5' 9". His muscular chest and shoulders stood out beneath a tight, black, Henley shirt. Deep hazel eyes undressed her from the black dress. In his right hand was a small, brown, overnight bag. Confidently, he knew he would be spending the night.  Cindy stared. She was at a loss for words.

"Cindy17? Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.

Cindy stuttered, "Uh...Uh...Wesson? Yes...Yes..I'm so sorry. Do come in."

The man entered, closing the door behind him, not giving her a chance to lock it back. "So, Wess...." Before she could finish her sentence, he dropped his bag, took her into his strong arms, and enclosed his mouth over her own. "Umphh," she mumbled before taking his tongue into her lips. Her body was on fire. She did not expect him to be so rugged, so forceful; Nothing like her husband of lately. His hands wrapped around her lower back. One slipped to her full ass, holding her against his bulging manhood. Her breath caught in her throat. She kissed him back with feverish passion. As the kisses lingered, he pressed her back to the hallway wall. When the kiss was removed, she stared, entranced in his eyes. They glowed with lust.

Forcefully, he flipped her around, pushing her breasts and face to the wall. Her hair was swept aside. Hot breath seared her bare neck. "I have a surprise for you, Cindy17," he hissed. His words and touch inflamed her wet loins. She so needed and wanted this. It seemed a lurid dream. Keeping her pinned to the wall with one hand, he still managed to slip into his bag, and retrieve something. "Close your eyes, Cindy," he commanded. She felt a soft, black cloth being tied over her eyes and around her head.

"Ohh, Blindfolds," I like this already," Cindy purred. Her body was pressed farther into the wall, then her wrists were captured from behind. She felt cold metal, then a click. "Damn, handcuffs too. I'm so turned on," she whispered.

"Stay there," Weston ordered. He was gone for just a second, back to the front door. He opened it, holding a finger to his lips and winking. A large black man entered, 6 ft, 270 lbs, bald with barbed wire tattoos around each arm. He was about the same age as Weston, with added muscle. The man wore black jeans, white, Converse shoes, and a tight, red t-shirt. He grinned at the blonde wife standing cuffed and blindfolded against the hallway wall. Leaning against the opposite wall, he observed.

"I'm back," Weston said, running his nose through Cindy's soft hair, inhaling her wonderful scent. His hands trailed up and down her hips, pulling her full ass to his hard crotch. Next he turned her around. He pulled her cuffed, hands down to his crotch. Her fingers grasped at his hardness.

"Shit, you are so big, Weston," Cindy moaned. She had no idea she was facing a strange, aroused, black man. The man eyed her deep cleavage with lust.

Weston placed each palm over her heaving breasts, lifting and savoring their weight. The hands shifted over, grasping the dress at each side of the deep 'V'. Weston jerked, tearing part of the dress, allowing Cindy's bra covered, heavy tits to spill out.

"Oh, shit. That was expensive, Weston," Cindy protested.

"I don't care," Weston replied, looking down, over her shoulder and into the cleavage. She wore a black, lacy, half-cup bra. A nice amount of her 36 C tits spilled over the top. "I do love those tits," Weston remarked, squeezing each orb, while kissing the nape of her neck. With her hands cuffed, reaching down to grasp his package, Cindy's chest was thrust upwards. The black man massaged his cock over his jeans, and licked his thick lips.

Quickly, Weston spun her back around, once more pressing her face and chest into the cold wall. His fingers found the rear zipper of her black dress. Slowly, enticingly, he drew it down. It began to fall, slipping over her shoulders to reveal her bare back and the strap of the black, bra. The bra had a wide strap, with two catches at the rear. Her dress fell, catching on the cuffs at her wrists, showing just a peak of her hips and the black, waistband of her panties. With a hard jerk, Weston ripped the dress from her cuffs and tossed it behind him, to the black man. The man lifted it to his nostrils, inhaling Cindy's sweet perfume.

Cindy's husband had been rough before, but never like this. It was a new sensation, and she liked it. "Oh, Weston, you make me so hot," she purred.

Both men stared at Cindy's pantie-covered, ass. The black panties had lace at the legs. They were the small, bikini, type. The woman still looked good for her age. Her ass was full and round, but not too large. The bottom, white, cheeks of her butt spilled out from the legs of the panties. Weston cupped a soft cheek, admiring its texture.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard," Weston sneered in her ear.

"You and who else, Lover? Your hard, throbbing, cock?" She asked, reaching back to find his cock, and squeezing her hand.

"Yea," he answered, looking over at his friend with an evil smile. Weston reached up and began unclasping the black bra. "I've seen those wonderful breasts, but have been so eager to touch them," he told her. The snaps came away, and the bra dropped, hanging loose by the straps at her shoulders. Spun around again, Cindy now had her back to the wall. Weston slipped his fingers into the shoulder straps and drew them slowly down her white, shoulders. The black bra fell loosely to her waist, catching on her wrists behind. With nothing to hold her sweet globes, they fell with a nice little giggle. Her breasts were round and full, like her ass. The areolas were wide and dark. Tiny, pink nipples swelled from the circles of love. Weston wet his lips, before hefting up a globe to capture a circle with his mouth. Cindy moaned aloud, lifting her chest up to his face. Weston moaned back; His voice reverberating across her sensitive flesh.

Cindy could feel the dampness soaking her panties below. It had been years since she felt this way. She had been with no one other than her husband. It felt wrong that she did not care. Her mind had already accepted that she needed and deserved it. "Oh, God, Weston," she moaned again.

The large black man watched. Steve would let him know when it was his time. Yes, there was no real Weston. His real name was Steve, and the black man was Cole. They had done this once before, to a stupid teacher named Stephanie. Steve found them online, working them like a spider into his web of deception. They were needy, lonely, wives, eager to risk their marriage for something new. What they would get was new alright, and life changing as well.

[joey]

     Nice set up with lots of background.  Enjoyed that.  Hopefully our frustrated suburban school teacher will get dragged ALL the way down to places her little vanilla fantasies never dreamed off!!

Wesson/Steve, pushed down on Cindy's shoulders, forcing her down to her knees. She heard the sound of a zipper. It almost sounded like two zippers. 'Must have been the effects of the long hallway,' she thought. In fact, Cole was removing his clothes, all the way, compared to Steve just dropping his jeans. A hard cock was pressed to Cindy's face. She could smell the manly musk from the shaft. It was different from her husbands, yet still drew  arousal from her flesh. The rod was warm to her face. Wesson ran it back and forth her cheek, even dipping it through her soft hair. Cindy held her mouth wide open, expectantly awaiting its taste. It's size surprised her. Her lips had to stretch wider to take the head inside.

"Oh, yes, Cindy, I have been longing for those lips. Suck me just like you described," Wesson instructed.

The shaft drew away. Cindy opened her mouth again, moving her head to search for the alluding shaft. She soon captured it again. Funny thing was, it seemed even thicker, and larger than before. Even the scent had changed. Cindy thought nothing of it. Her husband appreciated her oral skills. He often praised her talented lips. She wanted to empress her new lover. Her mouth stretched wider, taking the tip in, while rolling her tongue over the swollen cap. Salty pre-cum filled her mouth. She moaned, humming across the shaft. Weston moaned.

What Cindy was unaware of, was that the moan came not from Weston, but the black man; Cole. Weston had taken his phone, snapping images of Cindy's pink lips, stretched around the ebony shaft of his dark friend Her head bobbed up and down, spit clinging from her lips, the dark shaft slipping in and out. He even made a short video. Watching, and getting harder and harder, Wesson stripped from his clothes.

The shaft in Cindy's mouth grew more insistent. Rough fingers dug into her scalp, pushing her head back toward the wall. The rod went deeper. Cindy choked. Panicking, she moved to push the man back. Only to find her hands were still cuffed from behind. "Mphh!" she sputtered, trying to inform Wesson to let her breathe.

"Oh, no. Take it deep, Girl," Wesson said.

The words seemed to come from farther back, but mostly Cindy could only hear her beating heart and wet lips. Her head was pressed against the hard wall. She was no longer working the cock; It was working her. Brutally, it fucked her face, painfully slapping the back of her head to the wall. It hurt. Tears fell from her eyes, wetting the blindfold to trail down her cheeks. Again and again, she tried to protest, but what only came out were muffled, choking, gags.

"That is so fucking hot. You never told me how much you loved black cocks," Wesson remarked.

'What?' Cindy thought, 'What did he say?" Suddenly, the blindfold was stripped from her eyes. She was staring at dark skin; black skin, and black curly hairs. Her eyes looked up, following the bare, dark chest, to the lusting eyes of a strange man; A black man. Her own eyes were wide in shock, confusion, and horror. Cindy tried to complain, to scream out in anger, but the black shaft kept pressing, stroking, slamming her head into the wall behind her, as it fucked her face.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," the man groaned.

"No! Mphh, No!" Cindy chocked out around the cock. Too late, she felt the rod swell and twitch. Warm, thick cum shot out, straight down her gullet. She gagged on the rush of liquid running down her sore throat. The man's course hair scrapped her nose, leaving his scent across her face.

Wesson knelt naked beside Cindy. He ran his fingers through her hair, moving some strands away to watch the dark shaft unload down her throat. "Swallow,' he said, 'I knew you would make such a good whore."

At last, the black shaft pulled from her lips. Cum followed  the cock out, running down the shaft, rolling our her mouth, trailing down her chin, to drip over her heaving bare breasts. Cindy coughed. More cum bubbled from her mouth. "You..Ugh..you Bastard. Who? What the fuck? Get out! Get out, You Bastards!" Cindy cried. She was still trapped between the men, unable to rise from her sore knees.

Weston showed her photos from his phone, running his finger across the screen to swipe from one photo to the next. Then he showed her the short video.  Cindy stared at the screen in anger and apprehension.

"You Bastard, Why did you do that? I thought we were friends. We were going to make love. I was going to let you have me," Cindy questioned.

"Cindy, Cindy, Cindy17. We're still going to make love; Well, fuck really, but I share everything with my friend, 'Cole'. You don't want us to leave. You really don't want me to send these photos; Photos of you willing sucking a black man's cock, in your own home, to Chip. I have a few other videos from my computer at home. You are being quite the cheating slut on them, as well. What do you think your husband would say? What on earth would your school board do?"

"What? You can't! You wouldn't? That's...that's blackmail," Cindy shouted.

"Well, apparently, you have a thing for the black male," Weston grinned.

"You Asshole, you know what I mean," she spat.

"Doesn't matter. You're going to get more, and more of me. I know how long Chip will be gone, and we're not going anywhere; Are we, Cindy? You don't want me to leave out that door with these photos?"

"No,' Cindy sobbed, hanging her head, 'Please stay, but promise to delete those pictures and anything else I've sent you, and send him away. It can be just us."

"No, Cindy. I make the rules from now on; You just obey. We can get pretty rough, if you choose to be the Bitch."

Cindy looked from Wesson to the black man and back. She really had no choice. Reluctantly, she nodded her head.

"Good," Wesson said. the two men helped her to stand. She weakly stood on shaky legs. "I'm gonna remove these cuffs for now, Cindy. We are going to follow you to the living room. You told me you liked to dance. We're going to see how good you are."

"My clothes?" Cindy questioned.

"You really don't think you need them? Besides, the dress is ruined. You have the panties. That will suffice for now."

They made her walk ahead of them, so their eyes could follow that nice round rear. It jiggled enticingly with her feet in heels. Cindy was stood in the center of the living room, after the coffee table was shoved away. Steve found a music channel on the TV, while Cole closed any open blinds.  After finding a bottle of Chip's better bourbon, and two crystal glasses, both men took a seat. Cole propped his black feet up on the couch, while Steve took Chip's favorite recliner. The TV played a seductive, rhythm and blues number.

"Dance for us, Cindy. Make it good," Steve ordered.

Cindy was humiliated and furious. She stared at the men, shooting daggers from he eyes. Yet, she tossed her hair back, and began to move. Cindy tried to forget, push the situation to the back of her mind, close her eyes and focus on the music. After she closed her eyes, she realized it was somewhat, arousing, showing off her body to total strangers. At her age, still able to entice them with her looks as a boost of confidence. She swayed, rocking her hips, rolling her ass, and thrusting out her bare, naked, tits. The men clapped, telling her what to move or shake like it was some strip show.

"Come on, Cindy, rub your nipples with your fingers. Make them hard for us. Yea, like that," Steve instructed. Gently Cindy pinched the tips, feeling them swell between her fingers. "Now, Come here. No. not like that...Crawl on your hands and knees." Steve lowered his feet in the recliner, spreading his legs to stroke his hard dick. "Wriggle that ass as you crawl. Yea, that's it."

It seemed to take forever. Cindy's face was red with humiliation, but her humiliation was far from over. She reached Steve's feet, staring up at him with anger.

"Don't look at me like that, You Slut. It's what your made for. Now lean up here. Place those sweet tits on my knees."

Cindy followed his order, and she was rewarded by a hard shaft, slapped deep within her cleavage. Her heart necklace hung loosely, the pendant tangled in his crotch hair.

"Push them together, Cindy. Move them up and down. Fuck me with those tits, Girl. No, don't stop. Look up, keep those green eyes on mine. " Steve groaned, watching his the cap of his rod peaking out from the top of her warm, round, orbs. "Now you may look down. Take your tongue and lick the head. Taste my cock on the upstroke." Steve moaned, and looked across at Cole. "See, I told you she would be good. Better tits than the last one."

'Last one?' Cindy heard, 'My God, there had been other women?' she thought.

Cole's cock rose thinking of the last one. He remembered seeing his reflection in the librarian-like, glasses of the last one. Her reluctant lips had been locked tightly around his hard, black, cock. Her round ass had shook, jiggling, as Steve pumped his thick cock into her tight, virgin ass. He remembered her squeals, as he pinched the stiff nipples of her tiny tits. After shooting in her hot mouth, he had pulled out, and coated her rimmed glasses with a load of jizz. 'Ahh, Yes," he recalled. He looked over again at this new one, 'Cindy'. She did have better tits, and a full ass worth fucking. Bent over, the black panties stretched tightly over her cheeks.

"Let's take her to their bedroom, Steve. We can fuck her in their own bed. Cum all over their precious, bedroom sheets," Cole said.

Steve pulled her up, stood, and smacked her ass with his palm. "Let's go, Woman. You lead the way."

"No, please, no," Cindy protested.

"Just go, Slut, or I open those drapes and let all the neighbors see you fucked."

Cindy knew he meant it. She turned, the men following her. Cindy could feel their eyes on her naked back. She knew they both would fuck her, and on her own bed. Even with Weston at first, she meant to only use the living room, or maybe the guest room; Never her marriage bed. She could not do that to Chip. It had was just too personal. Entering her bedroom, she turned: "Weston, please, can't we just go in the guest room?"

He new where she was coming from, and pushed her towards the bed. On the far side was an 8x10 wedding, photo of Cindy and Chip. "Get up there, Bitch. Hands and knees. Face that photo. Show me that phat ass," Steve ordered.

Cindy felt terrible. She stared at her husband in the photo. Tears ran down her face. It was all her fault for trying to cheat on Chip. To her right, Cindy could see her own reflection in the dresser mirror. Her knees were sunk into the mattress, large white tits hanging loose below. The black panties stretched across her full ass.

"Spread those thighs, Cindy. Arch your back,"  Steve instructed, snapping more photos with his phone. "Reach back. Put your hands inside. Rub that pussy, like you did on the video."

Cindy was humiliated. and still wet from earlier. Her own fingers hardened her clit.

"You keep those finger right there, working. Don't you take them away until I say," Steve said. He came over, loudly slapping a cheek of her ass. His fingers kneaded the thick skin. Surprising her, he bent down, burrowing his face in the black panties. Steve inhaled the aroma of her musty ass.

Cindy held back a moan. The mattress shifted. The Cole asked.

"Too good," Steve answered, his voice muffled by her ass. He grasped her waistband, and drew the panties down her thighs. The wife's anus and cunt was spread before him. Her outer lips were descended and thick. The hole was open, two of Cindy's fingers buried knuckle deep. It's aroma made Steve's cock throb. He pulled Cindy's fingers out, licking them clean before tasting her damp flesh. This time, Cindy could not stifle the moan. Steve continued eating her pussy and licking her asshole, till his face was soaked with her juice. He loved being able to breathe in her scent.

Cindy tried not to enjoy it, but she found herself backing up, as the wet tongue snaked inside her holes. She watched the black man, as he sat on the bed, stroking his growing black cock. The shaft grew wider and thicker with each stroke of his hand. Still wet from her spit and his cum, the rod glistened before her eyes. Cindy was not one to be racist, but the thought of fucking a black man had never crossed her mind. She did not particularly like his smell. It was more musky than her husband, Chip. What would her husband say if he knew she had sucked off a black man; Much less let one fuck her, and swallow his cum. Another thought crossed her mind: What if one of them came inside her? Chip had been cut. There was a possibility she could still get pregnant. It was not unheard of at her age. She tried to remember when her last period had been. Cindy tried to put that fear to the back of her mind. Perhaps they had brought condoms, at least.

"Back up. Scoot back to me, Baby," Steve instructed, pulling at her hips. The black panties were still tangled at her knees.

"Please, don't do this. I can suck you both off again, if you wish," Cindy pleaded.

"Nothing is going to keep me from your sweet, married, pussy, Cindy." Steve pressed down on her shoulders. "Come on, arch your back, Whore," he said.

"Wait! Wait!" Cindy cried. She felt the naked of his shaft nudge her lower lips apart. "Please. At lease wear protection. Don't... Don't you have a condom?"

"Condom? You saying you're not on the pill or something? You practically begged me to come over and fuck your married pussy, and you did not think of that?" Steve questioned.

"I...I thought you being the man...I thought you would..." Cindy stuttered.

"Well, it's your lucky day. I have been cut as well. My wife insisted,' Steve laughed.

"Wife? You never mentioned a wife?" Cindy shot back.

"Now would you have so easily invited me over if I had told you that? Same reason I left Cole here out of my story. You're such a dumb blonde," Steve chucked. "I will give you something to look forward to though, Cindy17: My buddy Cole here is not cut, and he sort of has a thing for knocking up, white, married sluts. Think about that, would you?"

Cindy stared over at Cole. He smiled wide, showing her a mouthful of white teeth. Fear tingled through her flesh. As she contemplated those words, Steve pushed his cock inside. "Aghh!' she groaned aloud, 'Too...Too big...Ease up."

"Fuck no," he replied. He pulled back, then slammed in deeper.

Cindy fell forward, fists clenching the covers. Steve jerked her head back by the hair.

"Oh, no. Head up, Cindy. Keep looking at your husband in the photo. How about we call him? Tell him how your on all fours, on your marriage bed, taking a hard cock up your married pussy. Tell him how wet you are."

"You wouldn't do that," Cindy shot back.

"Would I? You just keep thinking that, Cindy," Steve replied.

Cole was ready for more. Sure fondling those nice tits were great and all, but his cock was throbbing hard. He lie down on the bed, scooting under Cindy's head, positioning his hard shaft. Cole reached up and pulled her face to his cock. "Enough talk, Cunt. Get those lips on my cock," he ordered.

"No, more...Ugh." Her words were cut off by the flesh filling her lips.

"Just you shut up and suck, like a good whore, and if I feel any teeth, I'll bust you up," Cole threatened.

Cindy had no doubt Cole would do that. Reluctantly, her hot mouth went right to work. She tried to be easy and smooth, but each thrust of Steve's cock, sent Cole's black shaft farther down her throat. It hurt. She was still sore from her last throat fuck of BBC.

Steve took Cindy's hips, driving her back to his rod. At times it would slip all the way out. He just re-aimed for the wide open hole and drove back in. Before long, the farting of her used wet cunt added to the loud, slap of flesh. "I thought you'd be tighter. Guess my big cock is opening you up," he laughed, savoring her humiliation.

Finally, Cindy felt Steve yank her hips back. He howled. The shaft, buried deeply within Cindy's cunt pulsed. moments later she felt the warm rush of cum filling her insides. She could only groan over the black cock stuffed in her mouth. The black man looked up, nodding at his friend.

"So you done, Bud? Is it my time?"

"Sure thing, Partner, fill her on up," Steve said.

It hurt as the cock pulled from her sex. Cindy could feel the cum dripping from her open hole, making a slimy trail down her inner thigh, to be the first cum to stain the sheets.

Cole rose and pushed Cindy to her side. "No, Bitch, I want you to see my face when I mount you, Slut," he sneered.

"No, no,please. I've had enough. Please, just go. Have some mercy," Cindy pleaded.

"Mercy?' Cole mocked, 'I have no mercy, but I do have a hard cock." He shifted Cindy to the bed's center, and pushed her legs wide apart. Her wispy, blonde haired, cunt was matted with Steve's cum. "Be glad he spunked you up, Bitch. it will be a lot easier when I stretch your white cunt out." Cole slapped his dark meat across her belly, painting her navel with pre-cum, and her own spit. "Tell you what, Whore. Grab your knees and spread yourself wide for me. Show me that nasty pussy and beg for my cock."

"I will not, You Asshole, and I am not a Whore or a Bitch! Rape me if you will, but I will not beg for it!"

"I can see already, this is going to be a long week for you, Bitch. Wesson, (Cole joked, using that name.), throw me my belt, and hold this whore. She needs to be taught some manners."

Steve searched, found Cole's leather belt, and tossed it over. Then he snatched Cindy by the wrists.

"What...What are you going to do with that?" she questioned.

"Something your Daddy should have done a long time ago, Whore," Cole replied.

"I told you not to call me a Whor...Yahhhhh!" Cindy screamed.

Cole had quickly swung the belt. It's rough leather, met the silky flesh of a bare, exposed breast. She writhed in Steve's grip. burning pain flashed across her skin. Instantly a red streak appeared over her right breast. It ran from the bottom globe, under her stiff nipple, to the far side her tit. She saw him eyeing her other exposed breast, and began trying to twist her body away. With her hands grasped above, it was useless.

"Noo!" she screamed, as the belt swung once again, extracting its revenge of new flesh.  "Oh, god, You Bastard, no!" she cried. Her words were met with more strikes from the belt. It found her soft belly, her wide hips, and parts of her thighs and calves, that were unable to dance away in time.

"Flip her over with me, Man. I wanna see that nice ass. I wanna mark it up. I want it to sting when I fuck her," Cole said.

Cindy fought and screamed, but the men were just too strong. Her bare, white ass, soft lower back, and the undersides of her creamy, thighs were soon marked with the red stripes of pain.

"Please! Please! I beg you, Stop!" Cindy sobbed.

"Now you beg,' Cole said, 'How about you beg fro my black cock? You ready to do that?"

"Please. Yes, anything. Anything. I can't  take any more."

"Good," Cole replied. They flipped Cindy back over, and Steve released her wrists. "Alright then, Grab those knees like I told you and spread those thighs. Show me that damp, married pussy." Cindy relented, and did as told, trying not to look either men in the eyes. "Now, what to you say, Slut?"

Cindy hesitated, till Cole raised his belt. "F...Fuck me, Please," she shot out.

"No; Please, fuck me with that beautiful, black cock," Cole insisted.

Cindy shivered in fear. Her whole body ached and stung. She feared anymore resistance. "P...Please, fuck me with that big, beautiful, black cock," she stuttered. She added in 'big' to hopefully make him happy.

"Good, Girl. now remember what happens when you resist," Cole explained.

"Yes, sir," Cindy replied. She cringed, watching in almost slow motion, as the dark, snake of a cock, slithered down her quivering, belly, head dipping through her wispy curls to press through the soft petals of her flesh. The fat cap pushed at her entrance, prying its way inside for the first thrust.

"Look at him, Whore," Steve said, slapping her face in shock.

 Cindy felt like a degraded piece of shit, yet she still peered up, into Cole's black, eyes. Cole smiled back; An evil, terrorizing smile. His hips slammed forward, and Cindy screamed. it was as if a baseball bat had been crammed into her core. When the shaft hit rock bottom, she could have swore she was bruised.

"Keep those knees up, Bitch. Don't release them to I say," Cole warned.

Cindy had to keep her knees up, black heels rocking in the air, while the black animal rutted between her marked thighs. She truly felt like a Whore.

As Cole fucked Cindy, Steve watched her large tits jostle up and down. He caught a stiff nipple, twisting it and rolling it between his fingers.

"Oh, yea, take that dick, Girl. You take all that black dick," Cole groaned. His body was raised up on his hands, so he could see his hard shaft disappear into Cindy's tight  twat. The more he fucked, the slicker his cock became. Cream began to lather up on his pole. He could see the arousal taking her her flesh. "Get your phone, Man. Get some video of this shit. Bitch is creaming up my cock. You like it; Don't you, Whore. Go ahead, drop those knees, so you can dig those heels in and fuck me back.'

Cindy relaxed, and let her legs fall to the bed, but she wouldn't lie still. She hated it, but even through the pain, the large cock was feeling good. Never had she been so filled. She could feel every bump and vein on the hard shaft. There was no place inside her untouched. The aroma from her cunt was overpowering. She knew both men could smell her arousal. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Without realizing it, her knees had bent. She was pulling them up, rubbing the soft insides of her thighs along the black man's hips. Cindy still wore the black heels. They dug into the mattress to help her hips to rise. Her cunt rose up, meeting the hard shaft and smack of Cole's heavy balls. Little whimpers escaped her lips. She tried to stifle them by biting down on her pert bottom lip.

Steve took the camera of his phone, recording it all. He imagined her husband watching the clips, seeing his wife loose it to a black cock. She would not be able to deny it; Not with her white cream covering the shaft's length. With a free hand, Steve moved the stray hairs from Cindy's face. He captured her, biting her lips to avoid her impending orgasm. "That's right, Cindy17. Cum for us. Come on that black dick. Tell him to fuck you harder."

"I..,Ugh, ugh...No...I...I can't," Cindy stuttered. She sounded out of breath.

Steve took a nipple and twisted. Cindy screamed out in pain.

"Tell him, Cindy! Fucking tell him!" Steve yelled.

"Fuck it...Ugh...Ugh...Fuck...Ugh...Fuck me harder...You, Bastard! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" Cindy screamed. "Aghh! I'm cumming!" she cried. Her whole body convulsed. She could not stop from grabbing the black man's waist, holding him tight, and thrusting up her sex. After the orgasm, Cindy tried to relax. Cole was having no of it. He was still hard; Still thrusting into her wet box. The wave began to take her again. "No! No!" she protested; Mostly to her own body.

Cole waited. He wanted to force another orgasm from the Bitch before spilling his load.

"You gonna cum again; Ain't ya, Whore. When you cum, I'm gonna fill your white pussy with my seed. " Cole said.

"No...Ugh...No, you can't...Ugh...Can't...Don't cum inside...Ugh." Cindy tried to stop him. Tried to push him off. Instead, her hands only grabbed his black ass, and pulled him in. "Agh! Agh! Cumming!" she groaned. She heard the man howl, felt the explosion of his pulsing shaft. Cindy could not stop it. She was over the brink. Her cunt was twitching, milking the load from Cole's cock. Exhausted, she tapped out, feeling the liquid filling her insides with warmth, as her world drifted away.

Cindy did not know how long se was out. She was in dreamland. Her husband's arm was wrapped around her body, his hard cock pressing against her naked ass, while his fingers toyed in her folds. Cindy moaned, rolling her butt against his crotch. She was awoken by the vibrating ring of her phone on the nightstand. Sleepily, she reached for the phone. It was from Chip.

'Chip! Chip! Oh, My God!' Cindy realized, it was not a dream, but a nightmare. She tried to rise, but the strong arm pulled her back.

"Answer it, Cindy, but remember, I have very incriminating photos of you," Steve warned in her ear.

Reluctantly, Cindy thumbed the phone. "Baby, how are you?" she asked.

"Fine, you ok?" Chip asked, picking up the tension in her voice.

Steve smiled. He used his feet to open her left thigh, giving his fingers better access to her cum-filled, cunt. Slick, his fingers easily slipped in.

Cindy groaned. She glanced at the clock. It was late in the night. "Sorry, Honey. I was asleep, having a bed dream."

"No, I'm sorry. I forgot the time, and got bored," Chip answered.

Steve was going to enjoy this. He scooped from cum from Cindy's sex, and began to paint it backwards. His fingers layered the cum between her cheeks. Spreading them, he began to lace the cream across her puckered rosebud.

Cindy could not say anything, not with Chip listening in. Her one hand held the phone. Her other was trapped under her right side. She felt the thick head of Steve's shaft, slipping around where his fingers had been. Her head was tugged back by the hair.

"Keep him busy. I'm gonna take your ass," Steve whispered in her ear.

"N...Ugh!" Cindy groaned in pain. The thick cock had stretcher her sphincter open and entered her ass.

"What was that? You ok, Baby?" Chip asked.

Cindy had to think fast. "I...I must have pulled something when I reached for the phone. Ugh...It hurts."

"That's a good one," Steve snickered in her ear.

"I could rub it,' Chip said, 'I know I have not paid much attention to you lately. I promise to make it up when I return." Chip had been stuck in his hotel room, watching porn. He was alone and horny.

"Oh, Honey, It's ok. I know you have been sick. Thant's not your fault."

Steve was slowly sliding his cock in and our of Cindy's snug, little, asshole. Reaching around her, his fingers found her wet sex. He dipped two fingers inside, parting her folds to find her hidden clit. He wanted to keep her on the phone till one of them came; Preferably her first, them him in her ass. "Keep him talking, till I'm done with you, Whore," he whispered in Cindy's ear.

"Did you say something? Is someone there?" Chip questioned.

"Oh, no, Baby. I was so tired, I feel asleep, and left the TV on," Cindy replied. She tried to hold back the groans, each time the hard rod bottomed out in her ass.

"I've been thinking about you,' Chip said, 'I miss your body, and your touch. I know you love it when I tug back your hair, and kiss the nape of your neck."

'Fuck,' Cindy thought, 'Chip picked the wrong time to talk sexy.' Just then, Steve tugged her hair back and ran his wet lips along the nape of her neck, sucking at the soft skin. "Mmmm," she moaned aloud.

Steve grinned. He sucked harder on her neck. His free hand rubbed harder against her clit.

Chip was surprised. "Oh, you like that thought; Don't you, Baby? How about I run my fingers over your beautiful breasts, while sucking your neck? Do my fingers make your nipples all hard?"

Of course Steve followed Chip's words, running a hand over Cindy's exposed breast, and toying with the nipple.

Cindy wanted Chip to stop. It was so wrong, but it was also turning her on. Those damn fingers, running over her sensitive breasts and brushing along her swelling clit. She could feel the warmth of the rod, slippery with cum, stretching her ass, and filling her belly.

"Tell Chip you want him to fuck your ass. You need his cock in your tight hole," Steve edged.

Cindy did know know why; She repeated the phrases: "Oh, Chip, Honey, I need you to fuck my ass. I need your cock in my tight hole."

Chip was taken back; Stunned. Did his sweet wife just tell him that? Did she say, 'Cock, and Fuck my ass? My tight hole?'. It had been years since she let him try that. He thought she hated it. He did not care why. It was fucking awesome. He went all in. Quickly he stripped his underwater off, and grabbed his hard cock. "Oh, Fuck, Baby. That's so hot.  I've got it right here. It's so hard. I'm spreading your perfect cheeks, and rubbing its head over the tight entrance. Your puckered ring calls to me."

Steve chuckled, "Go with it, Slut. You better go with him," he told Cindy.

"Oh, yes,' Cindy moaned, 'Put it in. Put it in my ass."

"You're making me so horny, Baby. I'm putting it in. Can you feel my stiff cock in your ass?" Chip added.

"Oh, yes, Chip. You're filling me with your cock," Cindy moaned.  They were real moans, not the playful moans, Chip expected.

"I'm rubbing your pussy too, Cindy. Are you wet? Can you feel my fingers, as I take your sweet ass?"

"I'm so wet, Chip. Oh, God, fuck me. Fuck me hard." Steve had two fingers deep in her cunt. His full balls slapped at her ass. With Chip's words, she forgot she was being raped, and began to cum. "Oh. Fuck, Chip, I'm gonna cum. Cum in my ass Chip. I want to feel you," she groaned.

In his own pleasure, Chip never heard the slapping of flesh over the line. He was so close. "I'm gonna cum, Cindy. You are making me cum!"

Cindy heard Chip's groan of orgasm, and it brought her off. Her ass clamped down on Steve's shaft, and he also groaned.
"Oh, Shit, Chip, I'm cumming! I feel your hot seed in my ass! Yess!" Cindy moaned.

From the sound of both Cindy and his own groans, Chip never recognized the new groan; The groan of Steve, emptying his balls in his wife's warm bowels. "Oh, shit, Cindy. You made me cum. I made a mess. This was really special. I love you."

Suddenly Cindy realized her humiliation. She could still feel Steve's dick, jumping from time to time, still sending seed into her ass. 'Oh, God, what have I done?' she thought. "I...I came too, Chip. I'm so sorry. I wish I was there with you now. I love you so much."

"Nothing to be sorry for, Love. That was wonderful. I do need to clean up. I will call you again tomorrow night. Maybe we can do this again?"

"Ok. I love you, Chip." Cindy quickly hung up and literally tossed her phone off the bed. She broke down into tears. "You...you, Bastard," she sobbed.

"See, I told you what a Cheating Whore you were. You proved it right there," Steve teased.

"Let me up. I need to clean up. Where is Cole?" she asked hesitantly.

"First; No. you made your bed, now lie in it. Second, Cole left to make some plans for us tomorrow. Go to sleep. I'm tired."

Cindy sobbed. With Steve's strong arms wrapped around her, and his dick still deep in her sore ass, she was going nowhere.

'Plans...for tomorrow?' she thought, 'Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into."

A merit from me..am enjoying this

Later in the night Cindy felt the limp cock slip from her ass. It was followed by cum, drooling from her butt to the sheets below. With Steve's arm drooped over her, she was still unable to move without waking him. Cindy feared that waking him would result in more rape. She could not help thinking how the cum would seep through the sheets, into the mattress, making it harder to hide and get clean. Unable to sleep, her mind festered on this all being her own fault; Seeking to cheat, she deserved the results. Cindy glanced at the clock. It was only 4:00 in the morning. She became well aware of the strangers body next to her. He was handsome, rough, and his body warm. Cuddling would be nice, if it was only Chip. Even limp, the man's cock was much larger than Chip's; And the black man, shit, she still hurt from his cock. Cindy felt like a slut. She had cum from the rapes. It wasn't right. She shouldn't have. Did something inside her welcome the abuse? 'No. There was no way,' she told herself. 'What of tomorrow; Today? Chip would be gone for the rest of the week, and Wesson knew that. She realized that was not his real name. Hell, the Bastard was even married. Did his wife even know he was off raping women while she slept? Could her own husband do such a thing? What did they have planned for her next?' Too many thoughts clouded her mind. She could not sleep.

Cindy had no idea how long she had lain there, when the man stirred behind her. The first thing she felt was his cock, hardening and pressing against her bare thigh from behind. A hand dropped to her breast and began squeezing and manipulating its flesh. 'Damn', she cursed as her nipple began to stiffen from his touch. She tried to lift his arm and slide from the bed. Suddenly the man was wide awake. He rolled her rover and slide across her body.

"Where you going, Lover?" Steve asked.

"I need up. I need to pee," Cindy answered. Her hands were taken and pressed to the pillow above her head.

"I say when you can get up, Cindy17," he said, reminding her of the website interaction. "My needs are more pressing," he told Cindy, grinding his crotch between her naked thighs. As she opened her mouth to speak, he crushed his lips to hers, tongue driving down her throat.

"Please, no. No more," she said through his hard kiss.

"Just spread those legs, Whore. My dick is coming in." His knees forced her apart. Steve rose above her . His cock found her entrance and drove in.

"Agh! no! I'm dry; Still sore!" Cindy cried.

Steve did not care. He began to fuck Cindy, watching her bare tits bounce, as his dick filled her tunnel. Reaching under her butt, his finger found her rosebud. It pierced the tender ring. He used it to lift her up to his thrusts. "Fuck me back, You Slut," he spat.
Cindy had no option but to lift her ass and meet his driving shaft.

After a night of sleep, and a piss, hard on, Steve lasted a good while. He enjoyed the look of pain and humiliation on her face. Rising up to painfully squeeze her tits, he came. Cindy had to endure another filling of her cunt.

"Alright, Slut,' Steve said, withdrawing his dick, and slapping her butt, 'Get your lazy ass up. Take your fucking piss, and clean the fuck up. You smell like a Whore."

Cindy rose, frailly walking to the restroom, cum trailing down her thighs. 

After cleaning up, Steve allowed Cindy to wear a thin, terry cloth, housecoat and the high heels from before. He liked the way the heels pronounced her ass and calves. Steve drug her into the kitchen, forcing her to make breakfast, and wait on him. He sat at the dining room table, dressed in a pair of Chip's boxer shorts. She sat next to him, staring blankly at her own breakfast. The sound of the front door made her jump.

"Relax,' he told her, ' Cole has your key." That thought didn't relax her at all.

Cole entered the kitchen, in a clean pair of black jeans, and tight, red t-shirt. A gold chain hung around his thick neck.

"Mmm, smells good," he said. Going to Cindy's side of the table, he tugged her head back by the hair. "How's my Slut?" he asked, forcing a long, wet, kiss to her lips. She made a spitting motion after the kiss. Cole reached beneath the opening of her housecoat, crushing a bare tit in his hand. "Be nice, or I'll bend you over this table, and take your ass for breakfast," he warned.

"Get up. If you're not going to eat, fix Cole a plate," Steve ordered.

Happy to leave the table, Cindy stood to do as ordered.

"Wait,' Cole said. He reached beneath her housecoat and felt the cheek of her naked ass. "Yep, just as I remembered." He laughed, slapped her ass, then sent her on to the kitchen.

"What's the plan you made, Honcho?" Steve asked Cole.

"It's all set up. Club is closed today, so we have all it to ourselves. Course, I invited a few friends to make it interesting," Cole answered.

Cindy overheard them. She had a bad feeling that their plans would include her. After serving Cole his plate, he swiftly jerked her into his lap.

"Sit here. Accompany me while I eat." he said.

Cindy felt his rod through the jeans beneath her. She remembered, too well, how it felt inside her cunt. While still eating, Cole hand went back beneath her housecoat to toy with her breasts. With each tweak of her nipple, she felt his package rise. Finishing his plate, he lifted her up. She stood waiting for her next order, knowing one was sure to come. Cole pushed back his chair and released the zipper of his jeans. Cindy watched the large black cock come up to surface.

"Get down there, Whore,' he said, 'Under the table. I want a blowjob with my coffee."

Cindy looked to Steve, but knew there would be no help from him. She wiped a tear from her face and knelt under their table. The tile floor was cold on her knees. Her hands trembled as they took his cock. Cole brushed her hair back and took her head in his hand.

"There, I want to see that face," he said. Cole watched her with curiosity, as her white hand grasped his dark shaft, bringing it to her lips. He liked that the wedding ring still wrapped her finger. "Mmm," he moaned, lacing his fingers in her soft hair. Cole guided her head, as it bobbed up and down his cock.

"I took her ass last night, while she had phone sex her husband. You should have seen it," Steve remarked. 

"Perhaps he'll call later tonight,' Cole said, 'That would be interesting." He gripped Cindy's head and jerked it down. She coughed, gagged, and sputtered on his shaft. "You'll have to do better than that, White Girl. Yes, gag on that cock. Spit on it. Yea. That feels good. You better make it real wet, cause I'm about to fuck you again. I like to breed all my White Whores."

The word, 'Breed', sent chills down her spine.

"Remember the other White Bitch? The Librarian?" Steve recalled.

"You know, I kept her for weeks? Made her take a pregnancy test just before I sold her off to the Duke Brothers. You should have seen the pathetic look on her face," Cole laughed.

"She should be happy. I bet now she finally has some big tits," Steve added with a chuckle.

"And a wider ass to go with that big, round belly," Cole replied. Surprising Cindy, Cole pushed her from his crotch and stood up. Loosening her robe, he opened it to reveal her nude body. "Time to fuck, Slut," he stated.

"No!" Cindy declared, pushing at his thick chest. "I've had enough of you Brutes. Get out, both of you. You've had your fun!"

Cole looked to Steve and laughed. "She's got some nerve; Huh?" He picked Cindy up, like a rag doll and slammed her backwards to the table's surface. Her housecoat was again spread wide. Cole pushed himself between her thighs, and tugged her ass to the table's edge. She fought back, fists flying at his chest, arms, and face. He swatted them away like pesky flies.

Stepping in, Steve took Cindy's wrists and painfully slammed them down to the table above her head. She screamed, back arching, trying to shift her sex away from the hard, black, rod that slapped over her mound.

"No! No! Get off!" she howled. She had heard their discussion of the other woman, and was not about to let that happen to herself.
Cindy's fight was useless. The hard shaft pressed between her petals and drove in. "Aghh!' she screamed, tossing her head back and forth on the table, 'No! No!" Painfully the cock stretched her opening, driving its way deeper, regardless.

"Oh, yea. I like it like this,' Cole moaned, 'Her cunt is like a vise when she fights." He grabbed her hips and drove her onto his cock. The table rocked, legs banging on the floor, as he took her.

Cindy closed her eyes, tired of staring into Steve's smiling face. All she could do was endure the brutal rape, praying her body would not react as before. This time, it did not. Cole was too primed for rape, not wanting to take his time, he only wanted release. After only a few minutes of banging her cunt, he groaned, releasing a torrent of cum into her flesh.

"There you go, Slut. Take that seed," he spat.

After pulling his cock away, still on the table, Cindy crumbled into a ball, sobbing. Cum dribbled from her abused sex, splattering on the tile floor. "You're not done. Clean it!" Cole ordered, yanking her to the floor. She hit hard, bruising her hip and elbow. Her head was yanked up by the hair. The filthy, black, shaft was rubbed against her lips. Reluctantly the lapped at its flesh, trying to suck and clean between sobs.

Cole did not wait to get hard again. He pushed her away. "If you'll clean her up, I'll dig through her shit; Find her some clothes for our party," he asked Steve. Steve took her by the sore elbow, dragging her back to the shower. She hobbled on one shoe. The other had fallen by the wayside, lying under the table, in a puddle of cum.

Cole found something in her closet: A light pink, dress. It was way behind the other outfits, buried to the far side. The dress was one-piece, shoulder-less, with two, thin, over the shoulder straps. It appeared to be short and tight. "This should work, he said, tossing it to the bed, along with a pair of shiny, black, 2 3/4" pumps. The pumps had two, thin, leather, ankle straps.

When they reached the bathroom, Steve stripped the housecoat from Cindy's back. He pushed her down to the toilet seat.

"That got me too fucking hot," he stated, dropping his shorts. Reaching out, he cupped her left tit, massaging it within his fingers while stroking his cock. It was fully hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Open your mouth," he ordered. When Cindy did not react fast enough, he slapped her on the head. "I said open, Whore!" he yelled. Trembling, naked on the toilet seat, Cindy opened her mouth. She expected the shaft to be quickly forced inside, but it did not. "Now, out with your tongue," he commanded. He slapped her again on the head. "Too slow! Out with it!" he yelled. Once her tongue came out, Steve began slapping the face of his cock against its surface, stroking the whole time. Cindy could taste the bits of salty pre-cum. "Hold it out, until I say otherwise," he instructed.

Cindy sat there, shivering, tongue out like some trained dog, waiting on Steve to cum. It wasn't long. The cum burst forward, striking her on the bridge of the nose first, then across her wagging, tongue. She gagged as more hit the back of her throat.

"Keep it out there," He commanded, filling the hollow of her tongue with seed. "Ahh," he moaned, shaking out the last drops across her forehead and cheek. "Now, swallow," he said, stuffing his spent, cock back inside her husband's boxers. "Go,' he told the humiliated wife, 'Go get your Whore self cleaned up. Make yourself nice. If I'm not happy with your looks, I'll beat your tits blue." Sobbing, head hung down in defeat, Cindy entered the shower.

Cindy returned from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.  She saw the light pink dress and shows laid out on the bed.

"Put that on," Steve ordered.

"I'm not wearing that. I don't even know if it still fits. I bought it a few years ago. It's too short," Cindy complained.

Cole stepped over and punched her in the gut. Cindy collapsed, dropping the towel, clutching her stomach, and gasping for breath.

"He didn't ask. He fucking told you, Stupid," Cole said.

"Ok. Ok," Cindy replied. She went to the dresser, sliding out a draw.

"What are you doing, Stupid?" Cole asked.

"I'm getting a bra and panties, Asshole. You told me to get dressed."

He slammed the drawer closed, nearly taking off Cindy's fingers. "You don't need that shit. I laid out what you're to wear. Now hop to it, or do I need to hurt you bad?" Cole threatened.

"Ok. Ok. Fine," Cindy replied. She picked up the dress cursing to herself. "You want to step in the next room while I dress?" she asked.

"What do you think?" Steve remarked.

"Figured," Cindy answered.

Cole leaned against the dresser and Steve sat in a nearby recliner, watching as Cindy dressed in embarrassment. The dress did fit, but it was tight; hugging her every curve. With any slight drop in temperature the nipples of her bare, tits would obviously show. The hem came above her mid thighs. When she leaned over to fit her heels, she knew she was giving the men a show. That would have been kinda hot, had it not been these two, evil, rapists she deplored. Steve led her to the dresser to sit, make her hair, and face. He gave her two large, silver hoop, earrings to adorn her ears. Surprisingly, Steve was pretty good at bringing out her beauty. She had to admit; She looked good for her age. Lately, the way her life had been, she had only dressed quickly, not caring that much about her looks. Only when she had started doing videos for Wesson, did she really work to look appealing. Still, she was frightened. Cindy could only hope they were taking her someplace nice, but she definitely did not want to be seen with them.

'What if someone I know sees me with them; Like this?' she thought. 

It was around 2:30 P.M. by the time they left. 'Who the fuck parties at this time?' Cindy pondered. To Cindy's dismay and fury, they took her car. Steve drove with Cindy pushed into the rear seats with Cole. He propped his foot up on the center console, reached into his pocket and lit a Doobie.

Cindy, being a teacher knew what it was, though she had never in her life smoked one. "Hey, put that out! You can't smoke that in my car. It will smell. I'm a teacher! What if someone smells it?" she protested. While she wasn't working now, she did plan to get back soon.

Cole took a long puff, then casually waved the reefer through the air. "Teacher? I knew there was something I didn't like about her," he commented. "Anyway, Bitch, this is prime stuff: Cocoa Puff; mixed with some Cocaine for flair." He took another toke, then blew smoke her way. Cindy coughed at the heady scent. The guys laughed. Cole passed the Doobie of for for Steve to partake.

"You too, You Dumb Shit,' Cindy complained, 'Don't do that shit and drive. This is my car."

Steve passed it back to Cole next. "Get her some. she's an uptight Bitch."

"Time to party, Bitch," Cole said. He pulled Cindy up close.

"Get your hands off me. You stink of weed!" she spat.

"You will too," Cole remarked. He took a long hit, then jerked Cindy's mouth to his own. Cole's thick tongue forced her lips to part and a thick, steady stream of smoke was blown into her lungs. He laughed as she came away coughing. Before Cindy could get some composure back, he did it again. After the third time, her head began to spin.

"Wh...What the fuck?" she mumbled. Her world spun, yet it seemed to bother her less.

The men continued taking their own hits, and passing the roach back, till they arrived at the destination. After driving through a filthy part of town, the car turned from the main street off to a narrow alley. The alley widened to a parking area amid several trash dumpsters. A few shitty, cars sat in the lot, along with several older motorcycles. They backed up to a rundown, two-story, red brick, building. They drug Cindy from the rear seat, over to a rusty green, metal door. She was no too happy with having her car parked in this area, much less being here herself. Steve knocked twice, paused, knocked three times, then gave the door two loud, swift, kicks.

An older, rough looking, man with a grey beard answered the door.

"Heyy, Buddy,' he said with a wink, 'Been awhile. come on in. We went ahead and started the party. Even Pancho stayed to run the bar, but he said drinks were on you?"

"Yea,' Steve replied, while ushering in Cole and Cindy,'No problem, seems I'll be in to some new money soon. I'm still receiving some dividends from the last bitch."

"That the Librarian Looking Slut, with the nice ass and no tits?" the man questioned, with a grin.

"One in the same, Reacher,' Steve replied, 'Seems the Brothers have her doing pregnant, bondage shows with two big-dicked, guys and a couple of dogs, twice a week. It's raking in good bucks. I worked out a nice percentage."

Cindy was shocked by his words and now even more fearful of her safety.

"Glad we got to her first. Probably like fucking a jello-filled, blow-up, doll now. She had a tight ass, that one," Reacher remarked.

After passing a room full of old liquor boxes and storage supplies, the group entered a larger room. Music roared from speakers above. The lights were dim, with flashes of multi-color from various fluorescent, liquor signs. Some kind of raised stage sat in the back corner. Twinkling lights, exposed a naked, Mexican girl dancing provocatively around one of  two stainless stripper poles. About 12 individuals lounged around the bar; Way more men than women. Each were a mixture of races. The one thing they all had in common were the rough looks of a hard run, life. Even the few women had that same sneer of 'Don't fuck with me,' toughness. The other thing Cindy quickly noticed was their stares. They peered at Cindy, as wolves eyeing a slab of fresh meat. Even the Mexican woman on stage, seemed to look up, meeting Cindy's glaze, then licking her lips like a vampire to its prey.

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Exciting!!
Love how her Horrors grow with each chapter
Wonder if the upcoming Party offers us something surprising special, I´m really pampered by good stuff recently on this board 
Merit from
your fan

[andypandy]

Great job! Things are heating up slowly but surely. Whatever fate lies ahead of sweet Cindy, she not completely blameless, whatecver the law may say. Her pussy took hold of her brain for too long. Now it's time to pay the price.

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     Time for our pretty little school teacher to dance???   Excellent tale.

Steve and Cole drug Cindy to a table, up close to the stage. Steve parked Cindy in a chair right next to himself. With all of the wild people in the club, for the first time, Cindy felt a little safer next to Steve.

"I'll get us a bottle," Cole said.

Not too much longer, Cole returned. Cindy had been watching wide-eyed at the nude girl onstage. She had never seen anything like that. Cindy kept nervously tugging down at the hem of her short dress, self-conscious of her naked sex beneath. Cole caught her off guard, tipping her chair back. Her legs flew wide apart, giving many a nice view of her bare, wispy-haired, twat. A bottle of harsh whiskey was pressed to her lips. She choked as the liquid burned down her throat. When Cole dropped the chair, Cindy fell forward, sputtering. Embarrassingly, everyone had a good laugh; Even the girl on stage. Cole leaned over her shoulder, cupping a naked breast under through the neck of her dress. She reached up to stop his hand, but Steve caught her wrists, holding them tight in her lap.

Cindy glanced to her left. A Biker guy was leaned back in his chair by the wall. His jeans were pulled partly down. There was a pretty, blonde haired, girl, kneeling at his feet. She was maybe 30, with hazel eyes, and full, but well-built, body. The girl was dressed in tight, white, short, shorts, a low-necked, red, blouse, and a black leather, biker jacket. On her feet where a shiny pair of bright red, 2 3/4 inch heels. What Cindy noticed was her head. It bobbed up and down in the biker's lap. His right hand was tangled in her long blonde hair. She was sucking his cock! The strange thing was; No one gave them a second thought.

'What kind of fucked up place is this?' Cindy thought. The girl met Cindy's gaze, staring back while sucked away the cock. Cindy saw the man's waist lift from the chair. He was obviously emptying his load into the woman's greedy mouth. Cindy quickly turned her head, back to the dancing, Mexican girl. When she glanced back, the blonde was strolling her way. She stopped, nodding down at Cindy.

"Blake, this is Cindy," Steve said, making introductions.

Blake leaned down, taking Cindy behind the head. Their lips met. Pushing her tongue into Cindy's lips, she gave her a long, wet, messy kiss. Much messier then Cindy expected, the kiss was warm, and full of a stranger's cum. She gagged, as the thick load filled her mouth. The girl pulled back, licking her lips, and laughing. Cindy coughed and spat, cum drooling down her shocked face.

"I love your introductions, Blake," Cole remarked.

"It appears your girl has never done that before," Blake questioned Steve.

"Well, she's here to learn, if you wish to teach her," Steve replied.

"Come," Blake said, taking Cindy's hand.

"No...No thanks," Cindy replied, still trying to wipe the taste from her mouth.

"Don't worry about her, Blake. The Slut likes it rough," Steve said.

"Ohh," Blake replied. She jerked Cindy, dragging her up towards the stage. "I said, come."

Cindy glanced back, again seeking help where there was none. Before long, she found herself on stage, by the empty pole, across from the Mexican Girl.

Blake gave a look to the other girl, exchanging some kind of hidden thoughts. The Mexican girl left the stage, to return later behind an unsuspecting, Cindy. Blake had taken Cindy's wrists, holding them upwards, pinning them to the pole above. The Mexican girl took a strong twine, quickly twirling it around the pole and Cindy's wrists. Cindy became trapped against the cold, metal, pole, wrists tied above her head.

Blake pulled Cindy's lips back to her own. Again Cindy tasted the flavor of a stranger's cum. While Blake forced the kiss to Cindy's mouth, from behind, the Mexican girl tugged down on the left side of Cindy's pink dress. A large, bare breast popped free. The crowd cheered, reminding Cindy that she was not alone, but being watched. She protested and squirmed, but her words were trapped beneath Blake's wet kiss. The thin strap of Cindy's top held fast. It served pull at the material bunched below her breasts, lifting it up and high. The Mexican captured the exposed breast, lapping it its nipple with her tongue. The nipple cared nothing of Cindy's protests, it grew stiff and hard. Cindy was not a lesbian. She never reserved any of those tendencies, but her nipples; They held no preference.

The Mexican left the one breast hanging. Dancing around behind the blonde wife, she ran her hands up and down Cindy's waist, pulling her harder back to the pole. At the same time, her fingers began to work the tight, material of the pink dress farther up Cindy's hips.

Blake released Cindy's lips, moving to the side, giving the audience a better view. Bending down, and lifting the one exposed, breast. She touched her lips to its sensitive tip.

"No! Stop! Stop!" Cindy yelled. Her words were drowned out by the crowd's cheers. Everyone was now paying attention to the show. Not one eye looked away. She could feel the heat of their lusting stares. Cindy felt her dress being tugged upwards, cool air moving up her thighs. "No! Don't...Don't do that," she squealed.   

The girl behind Cindy kept sliding the dress farther up, all the way up to Cindy's lower belly. Soft hand began running over the smooth skin of Cindy's stomach. It made slow circular motions. With each circle, the delicate fingers slipped ever closer to the blonde curls of Cindy's soft, mound. 

"No," Cindy stuttered when the fingers began to delve into the curls. She shifted her feet up and down, twisting her body away from the insistent fingers. The girls knew how to work a reluctant woman. Blake trapped Cindy's left ankle with a foot. The Mexican girl trapped the right. Together they drew Cindy's legs apart, exposing all of her treasure to the audience below. With her thighs separated just enough, the Mexican's fingers found Cindy's slit. "D...Don't," she whimpered, but the fingers paid no heed. Up and down they began to slide. The girl licked them clean, wetting the tips, before placing them back to Cindy's cunt. They slipped in more easily, parting the swelling folds to discover Cindy's yearning clit. Cindy fought harder. "No! Don't ! Get...Get your hands....off!"

Blake, who was still running her own wet fingers over the erect tips of Cindy's left breast, began gently lapping at Cindy's ear. "You know you're hot for it, Slut,' Blake whispered, 'Just wait till you feel her tongue."

"No! I'm not a lesbian. Get her away, please. Stop. Don't do this," Cindy pleaded.

"She's being bad, Neva. What should we do?" Blake asked her friend.

Neva moved closer. Her naked breasts pressed against Cindy's bare arm. "Spank her pussy," The Mexican girl replied in Cindy's ear. Neva made an evil smile. Her hand came down, slapping Cindy's exposed cunt. Cindy cried out, again trying in vain to roll her hips away. Both girls kept her legs tightly spread. Blake was next, reaching down to get her own playful swat in. Back and forth the two girls went, each slap becoming harder, while Cindy squirmed and screamed.

Neva reached down and used her fingers to spread the petals of Cindy's flower. "Get her clit," she told Blake. Blake's strike landed right over Cindy's clitoris. Cindy's face turned almost white with pain. She would have crumpled to the floor if not for her wrists being tied above.

"Your turn," Blake told Neva. Neva delivered a crushing blow. The slap resounded throughout the space. Cindy almost passed out from the pain. "You ready for some relief, Slut?" Blake asked.

"Yes...Please...Please, stop," Cindy pleaded.

Blake nodded at Neva. The girl smiled and dropped to her knees before Cindy. Placing her hands on each of Cindy's thighs, Neva opened Cindy up, and drove her face into the woman's tender, swollen cunt.

"What? Ugh?" Cindy stuttered. She was shocked by both the girl's actions and the sweet pleasure of the warm mouth. "No...No..." Cindy repeated, trying to deny her own feelings. Her sex was sore, swollen, and red. It even itched. The soft, wet tongue was such a relief. Then Blake's mouth came down on her one exposed breasts; Another tongue teasing her flesh. Humiliated, Cindy looked over the room. Lusting eyes stared back. "No. No." she repeated, closing her eyes, praying for the humiliation to cease. Instead, the closing of her eyes only made it worse. Her mind could then only concentrate on the teasing, tongues working at her flesh. Cindy tossed her head, unable to control the twitching of her hips. 'Damn. I can't let them see me cum. I can't. I can't live with that,' she told herself.

It got worse. Cindy felt the other side of her dress jerked. Her right breast fell free, held up by the thin strap, as her other was. The mouth left one wet, spit-slathered, tit to move to the new one. A long, moist finger was pushed into her heated cunt, followed by that probing tongue. The sensations became too much for Cindy. Unable to hold back, she came, squirting over the Mexican girl's whole hand. It frightened Cindy. She had never cum like that. She thought that maybe she had peed, but the liquid was thicker and clear. She heard the crowd erupt. Cindy's face turned red. She just wanted to hide away.

Neva stood. She took Cindy's face in her hands and forced a wet kiss to her lips. The taste and aroma of her own flesh assaulted her senses. When the girl released Cindy's face, the aroma was still there. It stuck to her face. She could not shake it.

Cindy's ordeal was far from over. A man was stepping up to the stage. He wore filthy biker, jeans, and a black leather, vest. She watched him kick away his boots, and strip off the jeans. The man was large; Over 6 foot. Beneath the vest was  a dark, hairy, chest. Tattoos covered his thick, arms. With long, black, hair and scraggly, beard, the man was the quintessential, Biker. Between his meaty thighs, sprouting from a tangled mass of course hair, was an 8 inch cock; Thick around as a soda can. It was already hard, and growing harder.

Neva took Cindy's right knee. She lifted it up and back, showing the biker Cindy's wet, swollen sex. Offering it up, like a some prize. The man's shaft rose and twitched at the sight. He pushed against Cindy's body. She felt his cock drip along her inner thigh. Holding her face, he licked it from cheek to eye.

"Mmm, tastes like pussy. I think I'll have some," he sneered.

His body shifted. The thick shaft stabbed into Cindy's cunt. As her mouth opened to scream, the Biker kissed her open lips. Its force slammed the back of her head to the hard pole. His breath was foul and pungent. She choked on its taste. The thick rod painfully stretched her sex. His thrusts slammed her back to the pole behind. The girls laughed in her ear. Blake's hand still massaged her hardened nipples. Cindy heard the calls from the crowd:

"Fuck her, Man!"
"Feed that Hot Slut some meat!"
"Give it to the Whore!"
"What's the matter, Mamma? Can't take a real cock!"

The man's large hands mauled her breasts. His hot, stinky, breath never left her face. Her back was being bruised by the pole at her back. The rape was brutal, and rough, and fast. The only good thing was the speed. He came quickly, flooding her cunt with seed. When he pulled from her open sex, Neva left Cindy's knee up, allowing everyone to view the cum dripping from her abused twat.

It still was not over for Cindy.

"Gang Bang!" someone yelled.

Cindy was swiftly released from the pole. Somehow, she was naked, save her high heels, and tossed face down over a wobbly, table. Someone shoved a squirt bottle of mustard up her ass and squeezed. It burned her tender ring. "Let me have at that ass," someone said. A hard cock; Someone's cock, drove straight into her burning ring. They began to fuck her ass, jostling the wooden table across the room. It was stopped by a man's thighs, as he stepped to the table. He pulled her face up by the hair, and thrust a hard cock into her mouth.

"I love mustard on my sandwich," the man fucking her remarked.

After both men filled her with cum, Cindy was flipped back over. Her head was drawn back, off one end of the table. Another man held her face. His cock filled her mouth. The angle allowed his shaft to penetrate her throat. His hands moved to her neck, where he could feel his shaft moving beneath. Cindy's nose flared. Through her nostrils was the only way she could breath. Another cock entered her cunt. Once those cocks moved away, cunts were presented to her face. Several women Cindy was forced to service, experiencing her first, but not last, taste of a woman's pussy.

Cindy lost count of the cum that she either swallowed, or was dumped into her ass or cunt. Once or twice she caught Steve. He was there, always smiling, capturing videos and pics with his phone.

Later on, Cindy was picked up again. Her tits were slammed down over Steve and Cole's table. While someone fucked her again, she saw Steve. He had a laptop on the table, furiously typing away at its keys. Steve pivoted the screen towards Cindy.

"Look, you're being sold," he announced.

Cindy saw herself on the screen. There were various windows of her. Each one showed her in a new position of sex. Texts scrolled down at the bottom of the page. Each one called her filthy names, some were followed by dollar figures.

"How much are you worth, Cindy?" Steve questioned. He pointed to one of the dollar figures; "I don't think you'll ever be worth more than $15,000," he said.

Cindy was both stunned, shocked, and horrified. She recalled the tales of them selling the other victim; Stephanie, they had called her; The Librarian Dog Whore.

"25,000??' Steve read in astonishment, 'Sold!"

"Noo!" Cindy yelled, as she watched Steve pressed; 'Send'.  The man fucking her came. The scene played in slow motion before her eyes. 

Cindy would never get that picture out of her head. It followed her nightmares for years.

What nightmares they were.

Great story

Thank you to all of you who left a comment! Greatly appreciated by me, and happy you enjoy Cindy’s predicament and her falling prey to being sold!

It wouldn't be an anklestrap story without those black leather pump.s As you well know, I am a big fan of your stories and this is no exception. You do a tremendous job of painting such a vivid picture with very detailed  descriptions of clothing and well-defined characters and backstory. Plus Steph got a shout out!

I just wanted to shake Cindy and make her wake up from being so incredibly credulous to trust anything from an internet stranger. Still this frustrated housewife was willing to jeopardize her marriage and maybe more with such a colossally idiotic decision.

Loved this line:She was no longer working the cock; It was working her. She also got worked by Wesson who expertly set her up for blackmail. Poor foolish MILF. Great blackmail pun too lol

Very deviant to take her in her marriage bed while she looked at her wedding pics. Perhaps cindy should have respected her wedding vows more. Just the idea of Steve calling Chip while Steve is fucking her is molten hot.

Methinks the whore doth protest too much. Cindy said she wasn't a whore but after a belt beating she ended up cumming hard and fucking that BBC like an experienced pro.

Kudos for the amazing scene with chip calling and Cindy getting ass fucked while talking to him. Chip inadvertently telling mike how to really turn Cindy on. Then chip having phone sex while Mike does everything chip fantasizes about. Anklestap this is one of the hottest scenes I've ever read chef's kiss Bravo!

I knew this was heading to an unhappy ending for Cindy. On the plus side she got some lesbian action and gang fucked by a fuckton of men. She also fetched $25000 on the black market.I could just see Steve advertising her as a well used whore named Cindy:The MILF who goes squirt! 

Great story and I am thrilled to have finally read it. Another memorable story brought to us by anklestrap10. Such an amazing story. One merit isn't enough for this tour de forced rape. 

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How could I´ve missed this,
thanks rexmundi
apologies to you anklestrap10
this cindys storie is just what I love
wish she got more to cum...

thank you
your fan