Darrell Stokes did a double take as he passed the sporty silver BMW.
Obviously the vehicle had broken down, hood up and a young white man was
bent over the open hood and feverishly tinkering with the car's engine.
But in looking into his rearview mirror, it was the young beauty standing
next to the man that caught Darrell's interest. Wearing a tight skirt
and 3-inch heels that showcased her trim legs to perfection, Darrell felt
his cock stir in his pants, picturing those sexy legs of hers draped over
his shoulders and his cock buried balls-deep in her tight cunt.
It was a long shot, he knew, but Darrell's stock and trade in life was his penchant for parlaying long shots into pay days. He decided it would only take a few minutes out of his day to pull over and offer assistance, and, if nothing else, at least get a closer look at the gorgeous blonde and those trim white legs of hers. Pulling onto the shoulder of the roadway, Darrell then proceeded to back up to the stalled vehicle.
Darrell turned on the charm as he approached the distressed young couple and flashed a friendly, reassuring smile as they exchanged introductions. The driver, Mike Cotton, explained that he and his young bride Britney, were married earlier that day and off on their honeymoon but the car had begun to lurch and sputter, so he had pulled over to try to ascertain and correct the problem.
It was then that Darrell noticed the "Just Married" scrawled across the vehicle's back window, something that he had missed when initially driving by the stalled vehicle. Darrell could sense that both husband and wife were a bit intimidated, even repulsed by his imposing size and the fact that he was black, but yet relief in their eyes that someone had stopped to offer assistance.
Darrell, looked under the hood and then assured the naive young newlyweds that a buddy of his worked as a mechanic in a garage, just a few miles or so up the road. Mike explained that he thought the car could make it that far, and Darrell reassured them he'd lead the way in his car and that he'd call ahead to his buddy to let them know they were headed in.
And as per the plan Darrell had conjured up, Deion would shake his head and announce that it was impossible to get to the BMW till the next morning as he was pressed in getting the remaining cars repaired and out before he closed that day, having already promised the owners theyd be ready for pickup. Thus, they could leave the car there or drop it off the next morning.
That was Darrell's cue to offer further assistance, telling the couple
that there was an inexpensive motel just up the road where they could get
a room there for the night and Deion would fix their car in the morning.
Darrell added that the couple could just leave the car with Deion and that
hed be most happy to run the couple up to the motel. With that,
Darrell helped Mike and Britney transfer their luggage to his car and off
With Britney crammed in between Darrell and Mike in the front seat, Darrell's cock was rock hard, his mind racing with lustful thoughts. He was unable to resist taking furtive glances at the beautiful brides sexy white legs and the diamond wedding band adorning her slender, manicured ring finger. As he engaged the couple in conversation, Darrell cunningly accumulating tidbits of information about the newlyweds that he would be able to use as his plan unfolded.
Darrell was in hog heaven, the young bride rubbing shoulder to shoulder with him as he drove while he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. Horny as hell, wishful thinking had his lewd mind racing with fantasies of nailing the beautiful bride right on her wedding night and somehow managing to beat her whiteboy hubby to the punch. God what a beautiful little bitch! Man, Is jist gotta feel her squirming under me .wanna hear her scream when Is stick it to her! he told himself as his cock throbbed in his pants.
The Sunset Motel was anything but fancy, but the newlyweds were in no
position to make a fuss about the accommodations. What they didn't
know was that Darrell had a diabolical ulterior motive in driving them
to the Sunset Motel. Right next door to the motel was the Double
Deuce, a seedy little nightspot that Darrell and Deion regularly frequented.
As Darrell was helping the unwitting couple unload their bags, he casually pointed to the Double Deuce and mentioned that he and Deion would be there later that night. Ya known, might just be a smart play on yer part to mosey on over for a drink! Buy Deion a couple of beers and its a cinch that yer car will be at the front of the line for repairs tomorrow morning! Itll probably git ya a break on the service charge also!
Besides, its yer wedding night and it jist wouldn't do for the newlyweds not to come out for a drink and maybe kick up their heels a bit on the dance floor to celebrate their wedding night! Da Double Deuce got great burgers and fries .actually best food in the area! Darrell added. Before leaving, he reassured the couple that they'd talk more later at the Double Deuce, and that he'd drive them to the garage the next day, once Deion had their car fixed and ready to go.
A few hours later, Darrell and Deion waited anxiously at the bar at the Double Deuce, watching the door for the arrival of the unwitting newlyweds. Darrell's cock lurched in his pants as the couple entered as the beautiful Mrs. Britney Cotton was looking totally fuckable in her pink dress and white heels. The two of them quickly went about intercepting the couple and directing them to a secluded table in the back of the bar.
Once there, drinks were ordered and Darrell inquired about the accommodations and whether or not the couple was comfortably settled in at the Sunset Motel. Darrell couldn't help but notice the cringe that crossed Britney's face as she pondered the question. That same look of revulsion reappeared on her face as she took a moment to survey the decor and clientele at the Double Deuce, obviously evident that it was a notch or two below what she was used to.
Even so, the young bride was polite and cordial, sincerely appreciative of Darrell's assistance and hospitality. She advised them of being thankful for a warm bed and clean sheets and that the diversion of music and a stiff drink to put the stressful events of the day temporarily out of mind. Thus far, the wedding day had been rather disastrous, especially with the car breaking down and not making it to the fancy resort for their honeymoon.
Darrell shook his head, expressing his sorrow for the brides rather disappointing honeymoon start. He couldnt believe the beautys moan of disappointment as she mentioned how different the atmosphere was at the Double Deuce versus that of the elegant Palms Resort on the coast. With the brides honeymoon having fallen well short of her fantasies, if Darrell's plan came together, shed be moaning even more right on his big black cock.
Deion, in playing out his end of the scam, quickly befriended Mike. And Mike, hoping to schmooze Deion as Darrell had suggested, bought a round of drinks as he wanted to get his car moved up to the front of the line so that he and Britney could on their way. All was working according to plan as that freed Darrell up to press on with his plan to move in and attempt to seduce the innocent young bride.
Although Britney felt very uncomfortable with the arrangement and having to share their wedding night with drinks and chit-chat with Darrell and Deion, Mike tried to sooth her disappointing wedding night and promised to make it up once the got to the Palms. Mike then reminded her that Darrell had been good to them and Deion seemed very nice, too, and being polite to them would help getting them on their way that much sooner.
Darrell excused himself, indicating that hed take care of the next
round of drinks. Just prior to driving to the Double Deuce, Darrell
had secured a supply of potent aphrodisiac that would guarantee having
the young bride soon squirming in her seat. A few minutes later,
he returned to the table with another round of drinks. Only those
for the bride and groom contained added ingredients as Darrell had slipped
the aphrodisiac into the brides drink and a potent dose of Valium to groom's.
As their drinks were being consumed, Darrell flashed a cue to Deion who asked Mike if he was game for a round of pool. Mike didn't really care to play pool but didn't want to offend Deion by refusing. As they were leaving to play pool, Darrell casually asked the groom for permission to share a dance with the bride -- after all, wasnt it a wedding-day tradition to dance with the bride.
In consideration for all that Darrell had done for the couple, Mike couldnt really resist but also did not want to commit Britney to being forced to dance with their new black friend, thus he responded Oh, fine with me .if Britney wants to dance! With the local band playing and Darrell knowing all of the guys, he had set things up when the drinks were being poured. He knew that the naïve white beauty would not go up to the dance floor with a black buck on her wedding night, especially having just met him that day.
With fast songs being played, the chance of the bride going up to the dance floor was increased tenfold. So the jittery bride was faced either with sitting next to him in the confines of the booth while her husband shot some pool, or go up to the dance floor. With a fast dance being played, Darrell knew that shed figure on distancing herself from him as to being just inches away from his muscular black body in the booth. Passing near the pool tables, Darrell watched the sweet little honey place her purse on a nearby bench where her hubby could watch it for her.
Once the boys in the band saw Darrell make it up to the floor with the sexy white broad alongside, they continued on with a fast number. Then, once the song was over, theyd immediately go into a nice slow number, followed by another slow one. With the aphrodisiac in the young brides system, that fast dance number would certainly assure that the potent drug coursing through the petite young wifes system even faster. They all watched with interest, smiling as they watched Darrell capture the white babes hand and pull her back towards him when the slow dance commenced.
Trembling as her soft petite right hand was captured in the big calloused hand of her dance partner, Britney was frightened as she looked over toward the pool table, wondering what Mike would say to her dancing a slow number with Darnell. But Mike had his back to her at the moment as he leaned over the pool table to take a shot. Oh, Mike .please ..please quit playing pool ..look over this way .come her and cut in I dont want to dance ..not with him please, Mike ! she tried to mentally relay.
Noticing the change of atmosphere in the tavern with the loud music coming to an end and a slow dance commencing, Mike looked about after missing the shot at the 9 ball. He had expected Britney to return from the dance floor, knowing full well she detested the likes of Darrell Stokes and had not wanted to come to the Double Deuce with him. But, with both of them starving for some food and being their wedding night, Britney reluctantly had joined him. It was just to get a burger and have a beer or two, then retire for their wedding night together, even if it meant the likes of rundown Sunset Motel.
Quite reserved, Britney knew that she was being rather standoffish with Darrell Stokes but she just had a bad feeling about him. Oh, it had seemed like an answer to their prayers when the car broke down and he had stopped to help, but her gut feeling told her otherwise. Perhaps it was his piercing black eyes that gave her the shudders, making her feel that he was trying to look beneath her clothing.
The fast dance, the effects of the alcohol and the potent aphrodisiac were now taking its toll on her as Britney trembled from quite an unusual feeling now coursing throughout her petite and innocent young body. Never had Britney felt so strangely, wanting desperately to put her hand down into her panties and diddle herself, nipples tingling as they rubbed into the bra cups as she was pulled up against Darrells muscular body for the slow dance.
Held tightly by Darrell, pulled up close with her breasts up against
his muscular chest, Britney began trembling uncontrollable as the uncouth
bastard actually began grinding his crotch up against her. Oh, God
..help me, Mike! she shuddered, unable
to resist the urge to press her mound up against him to scratch that nagging
Mike knew that Britney loved to dance but never had he expected to see his lovely wife of just a day dancing a slow dance with the likes of Darrell Stokes. Having fully expected her to come off the dance floor and be with him when the slow dance had started, Mike couldnt believe his eyes. Feeling a bit drowsy, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Mike thought it was just due to having a long day as a couple of beers never affected him like this.
Blinking his eyes to peer out into the dimly lit dance floor, Mike swallowed deeply upon seeing the closeness of Britneys sexy body up against her black dance partner. And as the couple turned slowly on the dance floor, with Britneys back now facing him, Mike shivered as the contrast of Darrell Stokes large black hand make it quite obvious that he was feeling up his wifes tight little ass.
With the dance ending and seeing Britney frantically looking over to him as another slow dance started up, Mike made his way onto the dance floor and cut in to rescue her. As Darrell Stokes departed the dance floor and went to join his friend at the pool table, Mike felt Britney press her head on his shoulder and felt her shudder as she panted out Oh, God, Mike .Im so glad you came .he had his hand on my ass and was feeling me up! Lets go ..right NOW!
Walking off the dance floor, going towards the pool table to retrieve Britneys purse, Mike yelled out over the music to advise Were going to call it a night! My wifes not feeling too well! See you guys tomorrow! Then Britney was pulling him out of the tavern and away from the crude Darrell Stokes, fuming at the awful way that bastard was feeling me up! Shaking his head, trying to clear up the cobwebs, he then advised Oh, man .my heads spinning! As his wife fumbled in her purse in search of her room key, Mike fished his out of his pocket and advised Got mine, honey!
Outside the front door of the tavern, Darrell Stokes cussed FUCK! SHIT! God damn it! Sighing, he cussed his friend out Shit, couldnt you have kept him shooting pool till he passed out? Damn, I jist about had her creaming in her fuckn panties! Another dance and Id have been able to score right there in the bar nail her right in a corner booth! Jesus fuckn Christ! Damn it, Deion I told ya I was having both their drinks spiked ..just needed another 5-10 minutes and the fuckn bitch wouldve been mine!
..Im real sorry! Ya shouldve taken her to dance
in a dark corner
.not right out front fer hubby to see ya grabbing
her ass! Once he saw that, whadda expect outta me? Deion replied.
Gotta admit though, she sure as hell is a purty little thing! Jezz,
she had my fuckn nuts churning! Deion added. Patting Darrell on
the back, Deion taunted Yer losing yer touch, my man! Hell, ifn
it was me, Is sure as hell wouldnt have let her git away! Sos
what ya gonna do now
beat yer meat?
Yeah, fuck as if ya could have done any better! Wouldve put all five hundred bucks Is got in my wallet on it, asshole! Darrell cursed at his close friend. Then he was asked by Deion Ya really wouldve put five hundred bucks on me not planning well ahead to nail a beautiful little bitch like that? Darrell replied Yeah, fucker .as if yad figured a sure-shot way to git into her panties!
Deion chuckled at his buddys frustration at having failed on his conquest, then advised Ah, hell Darrell ..Is jist couldnt take all the money ya got on ya! As he continued laughing, knowing his buddy was staring at him and getting even more pissed with each second of his laughter, Deion then nudged Darrell Hey, lights jist went out in the honeymooners room! Tell ya what, my friend 300 bucks and Is also in on the action ..Is want those purty pink lips of hers!
Fuck three hundred it is ifn ya figure a way in there, other than trying to break the fuckn door down! Deion was advised. Smiling at his buddy, Deion advised Yer planning was purty good, ol buddy ..but yas gotta plan on all contingencies! Ive been in there ..know the layout .the locks and all! No chain on the door deadbolt that uses the same as the regular lock!
Then, reaching into his pants pocket, Deion held up a motel room key with the large red plastic tab that read Sunset Motel #107. Deion just laughed as Darrell expressed his amazement of How the fuckkkkkkkk! Very simple my friend! Saw hubby with a room key in his pants pocket when he reached in for quarters to put in the pool table! And this key was sticking out of the top of wifeys purse which Is went and snatched when hubby went to cut in on ya! Deion replied.
Another disappointment came for Britney upon getting back into the motel room. Mike was apparently too tired to make love to her and had collapsed onto the armchair, then immediately began snoring. Britney had only experienced one man in her life and that was Mike. The very first time for both of them was shortly after their engagement, the second on Mikes birthday and then the last time three months ago to celebrate their anniversary date of when they had first met.
It had been on only very special occasions that Britney would allow Mike the liberty of going whole hog with her, not wanting their relationship to be based strictly on sex. And following the last time, she had told Mike that hed have to wait till the wedding day and then shed be all his, whenever and wherever he desired. Lying on the bed in the dark, silky nightgown pulled up and over her breast, she caressed her tingling nipples with the fingers of her left hand while those of her right were busy rubbing at her agitated cunny.
Oh, Mike Mike .I need it so badlyyyyyyyyyy! Britney panted out loud, her eyes closed as she pretended that it was her husband feeling her up. Legs bent with feet planted flat on the bed, the old springs began squeaking as she arched up and finger-fucked herself. Unknown to Britney, the squeaking bedsprings camouflaged the sound of the door and deadbolt being unlocked. Nor was she aware of the two men in the darkened room approaching the bed.
Then the room was suddenly and unexpectedly lit up, causing Britney to blink rapidly in trying to get her eyes focused, then was greeted with Well, well what have we here .hubbys asleep and the purty little brides got her fingers in the cookie jar! What what oh, my Goddddddddddddd! What are you doing in here! Get out ..get out!Britney yelled out as she desperately tried to cover her nakedness.
Before she could scream, Deion had his left arm tightly wrapped around her and his right hand clamped over her mouth, while Darrells strong hands clamped over her ankles and pinned her legs to the bed. Then with her legs together as Darrell now used one hand to keep her legs pinned, Britney trembled with fear as the lusting intruder began unbuckling his belt while announcing Dont ya worry, sweetie .Is got jist what ya need way better than trying to scratch that itch with yer fingers!
Shivering as Deion bent down to tongue her right ear, Britney was then advised by the man Better not scream ifn ya know whats good fer ya, sweetie! Not that wes worried about the cops coming its all those guys wholl be lining up outside yer door fer a turn at yer sexy bod! With Deion having quickly moved his left hand to replace covering her mouth, Britney struggled with all of her might as a zipper sounded immediately behind her head.
Eyes glued to Darrells letting his pants drop to the floor and then peeling down his jockeys to reveal the most hideous monstrosity of manhood ever believable, Britney was about to scream as Deion released his hand from her mouth. But the scream never came out as Deion was prepared and had turned her head towards him and was trying to push his smelly penis between her clenched lips and into her mouth.
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ..nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Britney protested through clenched teeth. Arggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! came her muffled scream upon the hard yank of her hair and the invading fleshy cudgel into her mouth. Preoccupied in trying to repel the penis that was now invading her mouth, she had temporarily forgotten the even bigger menace standing at the foot of the bed. But now that menace was now approaching with her legs being pushed wide apart and the bed sinking with the added weight joining her upon the bed.
Cuntlips agitated as never before by the potent aphrodisiac, the thick fleshy stem rubbing up and down her juicing slit promised to scratch that itch till she was contented. Britneys mind rebelled at this violation and rape of her body but that awful itch had her pushing her cuntlips against the fleshy bulb, trying to envelope it with her hot hand horny pussy. Oh, God .oh, God .God, why ..why .whats happening to me! she wondered.
Mmmmmpffffffffffhhhhhhh ..mmmpffffffffffhhhh . mmmpffffffffffhhhh! was all that escaped from Britneys clogged mouth as she continued to arch her hips up against the prodding cockhead. Horrified had having a blacks filthy cock in her mouth, it did serve to save her dignity somewhat as it had muffled what really would have been heard, that of Put it in put it in me fuck meeeeeeeeee!
Grabbing the brides trim hips, Darrell knew how hot the pretty bitch had gotten from the powerful drug that he had slipped into her drink. As she arched up against his prodding cock, he gloated Come on, sweetie Is knows ya want it! Ah, yeah ..thats it baby ..spreadem .spreadem wide! Ah, yeah ..bet ya aint had anything this big before, huh, baby! Penetrating the raped bride several tight inches, Darrell moaned Oh, sweetie ah, yeah .thats it ..thats it! Oh, shitttttttttttttt ..thats a snapping pussy ya got there!
Slushing sounds could now be heard at the union of bodies down below as her rapist sliced his oversized cock into her juicing pussy. Oh, God .so good ..so gooddddddddddddddd! Britney swooned as that awful itch was finally being scratched. Eckkkkkkkkkkkkk eckkkkkkkkk .eckkkkkkkkkkk ..ekkckkkkkkkkk! came the slurping sounds as her mouth watered and it became thicker with Deions leakage.
Oh, baby ohhhhhhhh, yer sweet lips are fantastic! Oh, damn ..oh, baby .gimme head! Ah, yeah ..ah, yeah ..suck it ..suck it ..suck it all outta me .yeah .yeahhhh ah, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Deion moaned as he blew his wad into her sucking mouth as spurt after spurt erupted from his contracting nuts.
And then it was Darrells turn as he sped up to jackhammer speed, then suddenly buried himself in her spasming twat and let her have it. Ahhhhhhhh, Godddddddddddddddd! Ah, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk ahhhhhhhh, damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Ah, yeahhhhhhhhhh .yeah damn, sweetie .if ya aint on the pill right now ya can unwrap my wedding present fer ya in nine months! he gloated.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ..gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Britney gurgled as she shuddered in climax as the hot spurts of black seed filled her fertile womb. Creaming heavily, inundated with hot cum, it all served as a soothing balm to quell that itch in her clasping pussy. God ..oh, God whats happening to me! Whats making me feel this way? she shuddered. Then the answer came as she heard Darrell laugh Damn, that Spanish Flys made her hotter than a firecracker! Jezz, that snapping pussy of hers drained me fuckn dry!
Thats it! Thats it! They drugged me and must had drugged Mike to! Britney realized, feeling somewhat relieved that she had been drugged into being a slut. But now that her rapist had taken his fuck-stick out of her, Britney began to squirm about the bed rubbing her thighs together. Cock pulled out of her mouth, she choked and swallowed, shuddering as Deions thick slime began to slither down her throat and make its way into her belly.
Temporarily sated by the hot balm coating her pussy walls, Britney unconsciously licked at her lips to clean them of the rather salty spend. With Deion and Darrell each panting for breath after popping their nuts in her, Britney clenched her thighs together as she enjoyed the slick creamy feel of the ointment that took care of the itch and was now coating her inner thighs. Britney did not want any more of the cream to continue flowing out of her widely stretched slit as she did not want the horrible itch to return.
Continuing to rub her thighs together, Britney then came to realize that the hot creamy balm was only part of the cure. She needed it continuously applied directly upon the itch .but her fingers just could not seem to reach it. Squirming about on the bed, rubbing her thighs together, Britney desperately needed help as she pleaded Please ..pleaseeeeeeeeee .somebody, help meeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Wadda ya want, little lady? Wadda ya need? Britney heard Deion ask. Withering about as she furiously rubbed at her itching twat for another minute, Britney broke down and gave in, pleading Please fuck me ..FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Never before in her young innocent and sheltered life had Britney used such foul language, but now she didnt care so long as she got that itch scratched.
Spreadem, Mrs. Cotten ..spread those beautiful legs of yers! she heard Deion advise. Obeying, Britney drew her legs up the bed, then obscenely spread them wide to welcome Deion between them. Panting in heat, she pleaded Hurry .please hurry fuck me ..fuck me, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Bloated cockhead rubbing up against her slick slit, Britney the arched up as she panted out There .there .right thereeeeeee!
As the bloated cockhead pushed into her widened entrance, she then felt herself being bent back further as Deion pushed at the back of her knees. Legs up in the air, toes pointing at the ceiling, her ankles were then rested upon Deions broad shoulders. Britney then curled the toes of her left foot, realizing that Deion also had a foot fetish as he had turned to lap at the undersides of toes. But she didnt care, in fact pushed her toes into his mouth as she panted Fuck me damn it ..fuck me! Ooooooh, yes yessssssssssssssss! she mewled as Deion gave it to her.
Damn, this bitch is sure a squealer! Darrell interjected as he grabbed Britneys long silky hair and turned her head towards him. Okay, bitch ..gimme some head! he ordered, pushing this thick cockhead up against her pink lips. Oh, baby .yeahhhhhhhhh! Ah, ya sure as hells a fast learner ah ..ahhhhhhh lick it .lick ittttttttttttt! he shuddered with pleasure.
In between fuck sessions, Deion had run over to the tavern for some beer. Drinking from the glass handed to her, Britney was consuming even more of the potent aphrodisiac. In constant heat, Britney would shamelessly give in to her captors whims, even after the then tied-up husband had awoken from his drug induced sleep. Though seeing Mikes horrified eyes as she was continuously spreading her legs and lips for her captors, Britney was desperately in need of the relief that their cocks could provide.
On all fours, sliding back and forth on the bed, Britney gritted her teeth and shivered as her pussy rode Deions lengthy black cock. Facing Mike as she rode Deion, Britney closed her eyes in shame and also to block out her husbands wide stare as she rode the pleasure giving fuck-stick. Then she felt the bed sag behind her. Britney shivered as Darrell was now caressing her ass, horrified as she felt his bloated cockhead push up at her anus. No .please ..not there! she panted out in fear.
Oh, so soft and creamy! Darrell announced as he caressed the brides soft white ass. Looking up at her distressed husband as he was gagged and tied in the chair, Darrell called out Mike, my man ya look like the All-American white boy bet ya luv the All-American favorite, huh a hotdog? With hubby looking on as he rubbed the top of the brides soft ass, Darrell then added Gonna show ya how a real hotdog is made .with yer purty little wife supplying the soft white buns!
Wanting and needing Deions cock to keep sliding in her twat, Britney could not get more than a fourth of the prong in her, not with Darrells boner threatening to rip her a new asshole. She tried to pull away as Darrells strong hands clamped tightly upon her trim hips, terrified at his evil intentions. Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .no stop ..stopppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp! she screamed as Darrell held her firmly in his grasp while lunging up into her body.
Owwww .fuckn tight .damn, shes skinning me alive! Darrell groaned as half of his foot-long dong had been shoved up the brides virgin white ass. Holding her hips firmly, Darrell lunged again, causing the bride to yelp Aieeeeeeeeeeee oh, Goddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd! Letting his skinned cock throb and get accustomed to the tight fit, he then began to slowly butt fuck the hot little bitch.
Speeding up the ass fuck, letting the bride slide down on Deions cock as he withdrew 10 out of her ass, Darrell then had her riding up on Deions boner as he lunged back up into her tight little ass. There Mike, my man .thats how a real hotdog should be made .and now to put some mustard on it! As Deion moaned that he was about to cum in the brides twat, Darrell groaned Ahhhh ..ah ..ah, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Later, squirming upon the bed once again and begging to be fucked, with Deion and Darrell nearly fucked out, Britney was grabbed by the two men and carried over to the armchair where her husband was bound and gagged. Please please what are you doing? Please ..please put me back on the bed .and fuck meeeeeeeeee! Britney pleaded. But on reaching the armchair, the tape over her husbands mouth was suddenly ripped off. Before he could get his yell out, the sounds were muffled by Britneys oozing twat.
Damn, da bitch has worn me out .my balls feel like their gonna drop off! Darrell groaned. Damn, me too .that last blowjob drained my nuts dry! Deion announced. With the bride squirming about on the bed, caressing her breasts and fingering herself, Darrell picked up the phone Leon ..Stokes, here! Yeah, asshole .dis is Darrell! Ya closing up soon right after 1 .bring a case of cold brew over here .at the Sunset, Room 107!
Whats in it fer ya? Shit, Leon .after all Is done fer ya! Darrell laughingly growled into the phone. Remember that sweet little thing ya saw me hitting on tonight? he asked. Yeah, yeah the beautiful white bitch that left me hanging and took off with her husband in tow after I tried to put the make on her! Darrell conceded. But howd you like me have her spread her beautiful legs fer ya? he asked. Yep yep ya got five minutes to git on over here with a case of the finest brew! Darrell chuckled as he hung up the phone.
With Darrell finding the reservations for the Palms Resort in the luggage, a call was placed the cancel the couples week long reservation. With the couple being on their honeymoon, no one would be calling to disrupt them. And if anyone did and found that the reservation had been cancelled, that person would merely assume that the couple actually had a different and secret agenda for their honeymoon and did not want anyone bothering them.
During the week, there were many visitors trekking over from the Double Deuce to Room 107 of the Sunset Motel. With Darrell, Deion, and Leon banging the bride throughout the day, they would earn some bucks by peddling her ass out at night to customers of the tavern. The patrons would also get a bonus when coming over to bang the white bride of less than a week. Getting out of their clothing and pulling off their shoes, theyd then have the chained up whiteboy polish their shoes while they were getting their nuts off in the whiteboys beautiful bride.
Often servicing several guys at one time, buddies who had come into the tavern together and wanted to experience the fun of a gangbang, Britney would be placed in quite a number of positions at the whim of her paying visitors. And Mike would be kept quite busy, especially with three and sometimes four pairs of shoes to shine before the fuck session was over. Chained up like a dog, Mike dared not upset his muscular captors who had pounded him mercilessly for the fun of it.
Mike would watch his lovely bride service all those guys, the worst being the time when Britney was told to choose whod go first .. and she grabbed the guy she wanted, grasping the guy by his cock and announcing Oh hes got the biggest! He had watched as his wife then shamelessly stuck her pointed tongue out and proceeded to flick it round and round over the guys bloated cockhead. Spreading her legs wide and pulling the stud down into the saddle, shed then reach up to prime the other guys with handjobs.
Plied with drink and horny as hell from the potent drug, Britney was now delirious and totally sex-crazed, always keeping her legs spread wide for her next lover. Black or white, good looking or ugly as hell, it made no difference to Britney so long as the bastard knew how to use what he had between his legs. Oh, yes .cock me, stud ..cock me show me what you got between your legs fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! she cried out.
Then Mike Cotton was finally given his chance. With Britney busy servicing a group of guys, one after the other, the chain was removed from his neck and replaced with a very tight leather one. Tape over his mouth so he couldnt utter a word, he was led over to the bed where the guy in her was grunting as he emptied his black balls into her. With another guy straddling Britneys face, his beautiful wife would not know that it was now his turn.
Up on the bed and finally in the saddle with his lovely bride, it was a rather sorrowful performance as Mike thrust his peter into her. Cock rather pathetic in comparison to the others sampled by his wife, it was like a wide open hole that he had put his cock into. But the hot liquid mush it, knowing that the last eight guys were big black studs, had Mike quickly spurting his load in just a half dozen thrusts.
Having just wrapped her legs around the last man in the saddle, only to have him pop immediately pop his load, Britney just could not believe it. Cock pulled out of her mouth by the guy straddling her face, cum spurting into her face, wanting to get back at the last bastard to rape her, Britney yelled out Somebody fuck me .send somebody to fuck me send a man to fuck me this time! Hearing the roar of laughter erupt from the men in the room, Britney was pleased that she had manage to get back at one of them.
Check or credit card not accepted to pay for the car repairs that next
Monday morning, Mike Cotton agreed to work it off in Deions repair shop
that day. With his BMW still on the rack, his job consisted of hoisting
it up into the air and then lowering it back down every half-hour.
As Deions customers lined up, first handing cash over to Deion, Mike would
act like a valet. Hed open the rear door for the prior customer
to get out and the new one to get in. It was then a husband and wife
team effort. With Mike hoisting the car back up, his beautiful wife
then got a lube job up on the rack. Mike would see his wife's pedicured
toes curling as they edged out of the open rear window, toes curling as
she was apparently using the car door for leverage as she arched herself
up on the rear passenger seat. Then came the familiar moans "Oooooooooooooooooooo
...........................yes ...........................yes ................................deeper
End of Story.