But then he heard a knock on the back door, and knew it was too late.
Chapter Fifteen
Leaving his sleeping wife’s side, David headed to the back door to let in Tyrone and Brandon.
But then he heard voices.
Lots of voices.
He pulled back the blinds on the back door and peered outside – and nearly fainted.
It wasn’t just Tyrone and Brandon. In fact, there was a whole lineup of big, black guys standing at the back door. There must have been ten of them; all muscled and tattooed and dressed like thugs and street hoods.
“Yo!” It was Tyrone, rattling the door. “Yo, B-man! Let us in.”
David peered at him through the glass.
“What the hell, man!” He cried. “What is going on?”
“Open the door and I’ll explain.”
“No!” David turned the key in the lock. “Whoever these people are, tell ‘em to go home. Fuck off, man! You’re not coming in!”
Suddenly, Tyrone’s face was pressed against the glass.
“Buddy, you better open this door in three seconds flat, or I’m busting it in.” He rattled the handle. “Seriously, man. You don’t think me and a couple of the boys here could do it?”
David’s mind reeled. What could he do? He even started considering grabbing the phone and calling the cops – after all, ten African Americans in his back yard would normally be enough to bring a squadron of police cruisers and armed officers.
But then Brandon’s face appeared at the door.
“Open up, David,” he demanded, much more reasonably than Tyrone. “These guys are with me. It’s cool. They’re just here to chill out and drink some beers while Tyrone and I do out business. We’ll all be gone soon, you dig?” He pressed his glass against the window. “This is the last time, remember?”
David pressed his cheek against the glass. The line-up of black guys did seem to be carrying cases of beer and laughing and joking amongst themselves. Maybe they were just on their way somewhere else.
Not knowing what else to do, David unlocked the door.
And moment later, the line-up of strangers came barging into the house.
“Hey, man,” one guy patted David on the back as he swaggered past. “You wanna beer, dude?” Said another.
They assembled in the kitchen. David heard his fridge being opened, while another one of his uninvited guests grabbed a packet of chips from the cupboard and set about munching.
“Okay, guys,” Tyrone ordered, and the line-up of black strangers turned to look at him. Tyrone was clearly in charge. “You guys be cool, dig? David here invited us into his home. We’re gonna leave it the same way we found it, okay?”
There was a non-committal rumble from the crowd.
“So B-man and Brandon are coming next door with me to do some business. You stay put, dig?”
With that, Tyrone grabbed David’s elbow and led the white husband down the corridor. Brandon followed.
Out of earshot of the crowd of black guys, Tyrone hissed at David: “It’s cool, bro.” He jerked his thumb back towards the kitchen. “They’re just hanging out.”
“Yeah,” Brandon nodded. “As soon as Tyrone and I have bust our nuts, we’re outta your hair. For good, this time.”
“So just be cool,” Tyrone warned. “That’s all you need to do.”
“Yeah,” Brandon nodded. “Now c’mon.”
He ushered the three of them into Cassie’s darkened bedroom.
As the door shut behind them, Tyrone squinted his eyes to see better.
“Okay, B-man,” he ordered David. “Take off your clothes.”
“W-what?”
“Do it,” he repeated.
“I’m gonna get her ready,” Brandon shouldered past them. He was already unbuttoning his shirt and pulling down his pants.
David felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Strip, bitch,” he warned. Nervously, the white husband began taking off his clothes.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, he watched Brandon strip down naked too. A moment later, the big, black man was pulling back the covers on the bed; exposing Cassie’s naked body.
“Damn, she looks like an angel,” the big, black man gasped as he drank in her pretty face, full breasts and curvy hips. “I’m gonna make this worth it.”
And then he dropped to his knees and grabbed Cassie’s knees in his big, brown hands.
David was unbuckling his pants. He continued to watch as he pulled them down over his hips.
Brandon was lifting and separating Cassie’s knees; exposing her tightly clenched pussy. The big man then licked his lips, and leaned forward. A moment later, his mouth met Cassie’s cunt and the sleeping girl let out a barely audible moan.
A wet, sucking noise echoed through the room. It was Brandon’s tongue, slathering and slurping at Cassie’s pussy. He looked like a big, black hog snuffling for truffles.
David gulped. He felt his dick start to get hard.
“C’mon, man,” Tyrone insisted. “Out of those clothes.”
Nervously, David did as he was told; and a moment later he was standing there, naked.
“Shit, looks like you’re into this,” Tyrone sneered, looking down at the half-hard cock bobbing between David’s legs. “Why don’t you get on your knees?”
David knew what was going to happen next; but he did it anyway.
The white husband dropped to the carpet and found himself level with Tyrone’s crotch. He watched, eyes just inches from the black man’s flies, as Tyrone unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop.
A wave of musk and heat assaulted David’s face. His eyes widened as he stared at the enormous, swollen cock in front of him.
“Suck it,” Tyrone ordered.
Gulping, David lifted his hands and wrapped his fingers around Tyrone’s massive shaft. Then, peeling back his foreskin, the smaller man opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head of Tyrone’s dick.
“Aww, fuuck,” the big, black man groaned, throwing his head back as he felt the warm, wet suction on his cock. “You suck that so good, you little bitch.”
And to his disgust, David felt a stab of pride when he heard Tyrone tell him that. His cheeks burned, but he continued to suck and lick the big, black cock – lifting his other hand to cradle and fondle Tyrone’s egg-sized balls.
Brandon pulled his head from between Cassie’s thighs. His lips and chin were glistening.
“Bitch is wetter than an otter’s pocket,” he grinned. “You want first go?”
“Fuck, yes,” with a ‘slurp’ Tyrone pulled his cock from David’s mouth and pushed the kneeling man aside. “My balls are ready to burst.”
Still kneeling, David watched as Tyrone clambered onto the bed, between Cassie’s thighs. He gripped the base of his dick, aimed it for her wetness, and thrust.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Tyrone groaned, as he began humping. “Shit, she feels fucking fantastic.”
David whimpered. He glanced down between his legs. To his shame, his cock had never been harder. It reared from his crotch like an angry, featherless chicken.
“Yo,” Brandon was naked now, and stepping up to David’s side. “It’s my turn next.” Gripping the root of his hard cock, he offered it to the kneeling husband. “Why don’t you get me good and hard first?”
And David, not knowing how to say ‘no’ at this point, did as he was told.
He opened his mouth and started sucking Brandon’s dick.
“Damn, you are good,” Brandon groaned, running his fingers through David’s hair, so he could control the rhythm of his bobbing head. “On days my wife doesn’t put out, I might call you down to my office…”
David cringed at the thought.
“Now listen, B-man,” Brandon murmured, as David diligently sucked his shaft. “I was thinking. We made one hell of a mess when we blew our loads last night; so you’d better be on clean-up duty tonight, dig?”
The only noise David made was a wet and sloppy
“slurp, slurp, slurp” as he tongued Brandon’s cock.
“When Tyrone’s bust his nut in your wife, you’ve gotta go in there and eat it all out,” Brandon explained – and then he groaned as he felt David’s mouth contract at the thought. “And once I’m done, you gotta go back and do the same.”
“Yeah,” Tyrone called over his shoulder, as he thrust in and out of David’s sleeping wife. “You don’t want us to knock her up, do you?”
David wasn’t sure that going down on his wife after they’d cum in her would make even the slightest bit of difference – but part of him prayed it did.
“Good boy,” Brandon stroked his head, and let David continue sucking his hard, throbbing dick.
As David bobbed his head, he watched Tyrone fucking his wife – the big, black man spreading her thighs wide; his weight crushing her to the bed. With his huge shoulders and narrow hips, he looked like a big, black bull – and, with that immense cock of his pistoning in and out of his wife’s fertile pussy, perhaps the comparison was accurate.
“Aww, shiiit,” Tyrone was humping faster. “I’m gonna bust my nut.” He reached up and squeezed one of Cassie’s big, pale breasts. “Here it comes, bitch.” And then his taut butt cheeks tensed, and Tyrone thrust as deeply into Cassie as he could. He remained motionless, buried in her to the hilt, as his balls emptied and he spurted deep inside her.
“Shiiit,” the big man gasped, still buried in Cassie’s twitching cunt. “That was gooood.” He pulled back, and with a slurp his softening cock slid from Cassie’s tightness; followed by a deluge of his cum.
Brandon pulled David’s mouth from his cock. His immense shaft came away, glistening and veiny.
“You’re up, champ,” Brandon ordered.
Wiping his lips, the naked husband crawled to the side of the bed, and watched Tyrone clamber off it.
He put his head between Cassie’s thighs, and stared at her freshly-fucked pussy; filled with another man’s cum. And then he feasted.
“Aw, shit, look at him go,” Tyrone grinned, watching David suck strings of cum from Cassie’s pussy and swallow them eagerly. “That boy can eat a creampie.”
Brandon didn’t give him much time to finish the job.
“Move it,” he ordered, stroking his massive hard-on. “It’s my turn.” He pulled David’s head from between Cassie’s thighs and then the big, black man clambered onto the bed. “Help me get it in her.”
So kneeling at the edge of the bed – face inches from Brandon’s hairy backside and heavy, swinging balls – David gripped the base of the black man’s cock and helped aim it at the lips of Cassie’s glistening, wet cunt.
His cock throbbed as he helped insert another man’s dick into his wife.
“Aw, shit,” Brandon groaned, as Cassie’s cunt opened up and accepted each inch of him. “You didn’t even loosen her up.” Moments later, he was buried to his balls inside of her. “This bitch has a magical pussy.”
Brandon turned and looked over his shoulder, peering down at David.
“Make yourself useful,” he ordered. “Massage my balls.” And then he began to thrust.
And David had a front row seat. Reaching up, he cupped Brandon’s heavy, baseball-sized testicles in his hand and gently squeezed them. The big man groaned at the pressure.
This angle gave David the perfect view of Brandon’s big cock sliding in and out of his wife’s tight little pussy; stretching it obscenely, glistening with her wetness and Tyrone’s previous load of cum.
“Okay, enough,” Brandon ordered, wiggling his round backside to shake off David’s touch. “Stand back. I’m going for it.”
And he did. The bed started rocking back and forth as the big man pounded David’s sleeping wife. The headboard banged against the wall. The bedsprings creaked. David suddenly got worried that the entire thing might collapse (he had bought it at IKEA, after all!)
But instead, he heard a rattle at the door.
Spinning around, David saw the bedroom door swing open and one of the other black guys – out of the ten or so in the kitchen – peered inside.
“Yo, what the fuck is going on in here?” As soon as he saw the naked girl on the bed, and Brandon between her legs, thrusting away, the stranger stepped inside. “Can I get me some of that?”
“Woah,” David held up his hand, but Tyrone turned and hissed at him; making him fall silent.
“Shiiit, you can have a turn,” the black man grinned, holding out his hand to the stranger. “Give me a hundred bucks.”
“W-what?” David’s eyes widened.
“Sure, sure,” the stranger was already unbuckling his pants. “Here you go.”
“Woah,” David took a step forward and grabbed Tyrone’s elbow. “What the fuck are you doing? You’re fucking pimping out my wife?”
Tyrone accepted the hundred dollar bill the stranger offered. After holding it up to check it was authentic, he turned to David.
“Are you’re not pimping her out?” he hissed. “For a few perks at work?” The big man laughed cruelly. “Don’t worry, white boy. You’ll get your share.” He winked. “But you’ve got work to do first. I think Brandon’s about to blow his load.”
And he was. Sweat was pouring off Brandon’s broad back, and the big man was grunting and groaning as he neared climax. “Aww, shit. Here it comes.”
Roaring like a bull, Brandon spurted inside David’s wife. He continued thrusting as his balls emptied – shooting powerful jets of cum deep inside her.
“Jesus,” the big man eventually gasped, as he pulled his cock from inside her. “Your wife is something else.” He clambered off the bed and patted David on the shoulder. “I’m gonna miss this.” And then he pointed at her freshly-fucked pussy. “Looks like you got some clean up to do.”
And David did. Dropping to his knees, he crawled between Cassie’s spread legs and opened his mouth. A moment later, he was licking Brandon’s cum from between her pussy lips, and the cleft between her butt cheeks.
And even as he cleaned one man’s load from his wife’s pussy, another man stood to take his place. The new stranger had pulled off his pants, and he impatiently pulled David aside so he could have a go at the white man’s wife.
David watched, eyes wide, as a third man pressed his dick at the entrance to Cassie’s pussy, and sunk effortlessly inside.
* * *
And as it turned out, he wasn’t the last man that evening.
Like the doorkeeper in a nightclub, Tyrone kept ushering people in – one big, black stranger after another.
“Go and take a crack at her,” he’d laugh, accepting fistfuls of bills from them. “Cum in the bitch. We’ve got white boy there to clean her up.” And one by one, they took their turn.
David lost count. He couldn’t think straight, as he watched one man after another climb between his wife’s legs and sink their dick inside of her. All he remembered were the bits in between – when Brandon would push him forward so he could suck and lick the cum from between his wife’s legs.
David must have swallowed ten loads that evening. Perhaps even more, if some of the men went back for seconds. All he knew for sure was that his wife’s pussy was rarely empty; filled with other a big, black cock or a steaming load of cum.
Eventually, the line-up thinned. A couple of them came back for seconds, but after a while either their wallets or their balls ran empty. Finally, at what must have been well past midnight, only Brandon and Tyrone remained.
David finished licking the last stranger’s cum from his wife’s pussy. Exhausted and nauseous, he flopped back against the bed.
Cassie was still unconscious – her face serene, but her body ravished. She was covered in red handprints, and her pussy was pink and puffy. David had tried to clean her with his tongue, but she was still glistening and wet.
“You’d better clean her up,” Tyrone mused. “Or she’ll know what’s up tomorrow.”
“Oh, she’ll know,” Brandon shrugged. “Bitch is gonna be sore.”
“Oh, shit,” he wailed. “Oh shit, what do I do?”
Brandon and Tyrone exchanged glances. They shrugged.
“Not our problem anymore,” Brandon mused.
David felt like he was going to vomit; and he wasn’t sure whether it was from what Brandon had told him, or from the pints of cum he had sloshing around inside his stomach.
Either way, he barely registered Tyrone sticking a wodge of cash into his hand and patting him on the shoulder.
“See ya, white boy,” he headed for the door. “It was good while it lasted.”
Brandon gave him a pat on the arm. “See you tomorrow, sport.”
And then they were off down the corridor. David heard them let themselves out of the back door.
He stood, alone and naked, in his bedroom.
Chapter Sixteen
“What the fuck happened to me, David?”
Cassie woke up the next morning, and was not happy.
Her pussy was red and swollen. She had hand prints on her breasts. She was all sticky, and clammy. Even after all those oblivious nights, today she knew what had happened.
“D-did you… Did you rape me last night?”
David was standing in bedroom, wringing his hands.
He’d been awake all night, trying desperately to come up with something to say to his wife the following morning. And, eventually, he’d done so.
“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “Honey, it’s been so long since we had sex. And you looked so beautiful.” He looked at his feet, and shuffled them awkwardly. “I made the moves on you last night and thought you’d wake up and be into it.”
Cassie was furious. At first she accused him of rape, and threatened to go and stay with her mother. But as the morning wore on, she softened; eventually telling him:
“What you did was an utter betrayal, David,” she hissed. “I can’t believe you would stoop that low.” But then she wrapped her arms around herself and admitted: “But after two months without sex, I guess I can understand why…”
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