Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 20:57:29 -0300 From: scedmark Subject: My Woman's Lover3 I slept heavily, awakening to a bright Saturday morning sun. Money was gone, nodoubt abandoning me sometime during the night to sleep in the master bedroom with my girlfriend Dedra. I yawned and stretched my muscules, feeling an instant sharp pain shoot through my abused and battered rectum. "Oh!" I yelled aloud, recalling the night before, and the events which got my insides to aching so much. I couldn't believe I'd been the center piece of a actual gangbang last night. That I took so many thug dicks in my ass and mouth at one time. Money certainly succeeded in turning me homo if that was his intentions. I had to clinch my already achingly sore asshole tighter just to keep the 2cum loads inside Money had shot into it last night. I was slow to sit up on the edge of the bed. I didn't want to risk another sharp pain from moving to fast. I figured my insides were shoved aside, poked and plundered enough from all the fucking they had gotten, and that they just needed a little time and opportunity to fall back into their proper places. I managed to make my way to the bathroom where I was able to relieve my drowning blatter, then I made way down the back stairs to the kitchen. It was a mess. I opened the refrigerator. It was empty of course. Money's friends were sure to eat us out of house and home while they fucked the hosts silly. "Ungrateful bastards" I thought to myself. Atleast they left the uncooked food such as eggs, bacon, and vegtables. I closed the refrigerator door and made my way through to the living room where I found Money slumped down in my easy chair watching tv. He was wearing my favorite black silk pajamas and had his feet crossed on the glass coffee table. I had on some flammal bottoms I managed to find in the guests room closet. "Where's Dedra?" I asked politely, looking around at the mess we made last night. Dedra may have been alot of things, but messy wasn't one of them. If she was up, this place would have been cleaned spotless by now. "Gone." Money said without looking up. "Gone?" I repeated. "When? Where?" "Yup. Sumtime last night. Packed all her shit and split while we wus sleepin'." Money said, more engrossed in the tube then our conversation. He was watching an episode of X-Men Revelution. "Just like that?" I asked. "No note? No nothing?" I said stunned, sitting down on my cum stained couch. The fabric looked ruined. It had a regal stench to it, that reminded me of Chicken Of The Sea. It would take days to scrub it clean. Money pointed back into the kitchen over his shoulder with his thumb. "Check da trash." I walked back into the kitchen, and rumbled through the top of the trash can which was filled to the brim with 40oz's and cans of my imported brewed beer, as well as all my liquor bottles. I found a crumbled piece of white paper which must have fallen down the sides into the can. I un-crumbled it, and read the short note written in Dedra's handwritting which as soaked in stale beer. "I'm OUT!" it stated quaintly. "Fucked up ain't it?" Money said, kicking his way through the trash and bottles on the floor. "Five years......" I mumbeled aloud. "......just like that, down the drain." "Right? Bitch ain't even say g'bye n'shit. I would'n've minded bangin' dat ass one last time eith'a." Money stated, peering into the empty refridgerator. "Guess its just me and you now B." he added, smacking me on my ass as he exited the room. "We can make due wid'out her tired ole pussy. Make me sum breakfast babe." _________________________________________________ Life with Money was no bed of roses. Taking Dedra's place as his "new gurl" (as he called it) wasn't easy. I still had my 9 to 5 job to contend with, but on top of that, Money expected me to keep the house clean, food on the table, and him happy & satisfied in the bedroom all night long. He allowed me to move back into the master bedroom which I was to share with him (mostly because he didn't like to sleep alone, and because he loved to sleep with his dick either resting up against someone's ass, or in it). Every morning before work, I'd have to awaken Money with an early morning blowjob, sucking his oversized dick to completion. Money loved his morning blowjobs, and he loved watching me swallow and savior his thick loads as I choked them down my throat. Only then am I allowed to shower away all the sex from the night before, and ready myself for work. Usually, my asshole (which stayed sore and irritated the first few weeks after replacing Dedra in our bed) twitched and screamed for release the morning after a night of Money feeding it his thick brown monster and scolding hot cum. I would stand in the cold ring of the tub, and let the hot water splatter all over my body. The stinging waters would succeed in washing away the sticky substances which clang to my body like paste. My asshole would dilate briefly, and an entire evenings worth of discarded cum would excrete from my soft bowels, washing away down the drains. Most days after showering, I'd have to kiss Money good-bye on the lips like a loving wife, then rush out the door to work (provided he didn't spring another morning erection while I was getting dressed, and demanded to fuck). Usually my days at work would go by uneventfully, except with an occsaional phone call from Money (whom the receptionist still believed was my nepfew) reminding me whos bitch I was. But sometimes (around once or rarely twice a week) Money would stop by my office, and make me suck his dick, Just to show me who was boss in the relationship. I'd long ago told Sally (the receptionist) that I wasn't to be disturbed when my "nephew" was in. One day, I'd just come back into the office after having an early leasurely luncheon with some of the guys at work before a 1pm staff meeting, when I came across Money sitting behind my desk with his feet up smoking a bluntz, and making a long distance phone call to his "peeps". Daniel (my closest associate at work) and I stopped in our tracks at the door. The smell of marijuana hit our noses the instant we opened it. "Money...!" I said somewhat startled, and embarrassed. Daniel (Dan), cleared his throat, and straightened his tie nervously. "Uh, Dave...I think I'll get back with you later about that file. I'll see you at the meeting." he said, before turning and exiting my office promptly. He didn't want to be anywhere near my office incase any of the bosses past by and smelled the marijuana, or have it scented in his clothes at the meeting. I also think he was a little scared of Money's demeanor. He did indeed look the part his thug life suggested. I closed the door behind him, pulled out a can of florial spray, and doused the room with the scent of spring flowers. Then I turned my attention to Money. After taking his time finishing his conversation, Money hung the phone up, and eyed me sternly. "Where da fuk you been?" he asked indignantly. "To lunch." I said, standing. "Wid dat muthafuka Dan again!" he said, sounding jealous. "We're work buddies-" I defended. "-sometimes we do lunch together." "Dat all yall do?" he asked, now sounding suspicious. His hands folded across his belly like an inspector. "Yes." I answered. "What else we supposed to do? He doesn't know anything about what we...you and I...do." "Kewl." Money said, looking more relaxed. "If he did know, would you be down to kick it wid 'em?" he suddenly asked after a brief thought. "No." I answered immediately. "I don't want or need any negitive pressure going around the office about me." "Whut, you scured these niggas'll want somma dat fine firm azz I been moldin'?" he chuckled to himself. He then felt up the rising hardon in his pants, and commanded I come closer. "No-" I said in response to his question, even though I was sure he wasn't looking for one. "-I'm afraid they'll think unwisely that I'm gay. I don't want to see my career held up for something that I am not." The smug look on Money's face told me he thought differently. I made my way around the desk to stand beside Money as he sat in my seat. My dick was already betraying me, causing my slacks to tent out slightly. Money reached up and started molesting my butt. "Not gay huh?" he moaned, ignoring my hardon and caressing both his dick and my ass at the same time. "Faggots atta all you can eat glory hole at Madi-gra don't like dick as much as yur ass do!" Money griped. "I kno' niggas dat'll kill if they knew how good this here azz really wus. Them white boiz out there in them offices'll be linin' up to git up in this all nat'rall grade-A blkboi-pussy ov yurs. You think yur boi Dan would'n be in line if he knew how sweet you really wuz? He'd prob'ly dick yur gay faggot ass down e'ry day at lunch time. Think you'd like dat?" "Money, please..." I begged, nervous that his comments may be cleverly disquised threats. "Pleaz whut nigga?" He knew he had me over a barrel. "Please don't tell anyone....I'll do whatever you want...please...." Money smiled contently. "So...you'll be my complete bitch? Do whuteva I tell you, wheneva I tell you?" "Yes." I said without hesitation. Money sat back in my chair. "Rather you kno' it or not B, I already gets dat from you." He then looked across my desk. Picking up the childhood photo of my son Kevin. "You gonna hav'ta come betta then dat playa." Then he sat the photo face down and looked me square in the eye. "I own you, lock, stock and barrel, got it? You my bitch always and foreva, feel me? I don't care if you married wid 14 kids, yur ass is mines first and foremost, understand? Even if I disappear, yur still mines! If I feel you fucked me ova in anyway...." "I understand." I said, before Money could finish his threat. I didn't want to know what heights his cruelty could sore. He just smiled that devilish grin I'd become accustomed to seeing. "Good. Now git down here and take care ov yur man's dick." he ordered. I didn't hesitate. Didn't even bother to look at my watch, knowing I would be late for an important meeting. Money's needs came first. Before mine. Before work. I got down on my knees between my mans legs and pulled his stiff dick out of his pants. The large head was already leaking clear pre-cum. Money massaged the long snake, silently ordering me to suck it. There was no need for him to say it verbally. Secretly, I smiled to myself on the inside. I looked cross-eyed at the beautiful mean looking cobra before me. My stomach churned with bitterflies in anticipation of feeling Money's thick crowbar between my lips. I knew Money would want me to suck on his swollen wood until my stomach filled with his delicious salty cum. He loved having his nutt swallowed. We had repeated that ritual many times over the past 3 months he'd been staying at my house. I really liked the fact that Money thought I was hot, and loved to fuck me every chance he got. I loved the way he looked at me, and demanded sexual servitude. The way his dick would just instantly rise up brick hard whenever I walked into a room. It made me feel like I held some invisable power over him. Like I had the power to control his sexual desire. To mulipulate him like a pupit on a string. I'm the one that made his dick hard. I was the one that peaked his sexual arousal, or made him nutt. I controlled how long it would take him to cum, by deciding how good a job I would do on his dick. Not him. I was the one in control. I wasn't aware if Money continued fucking women when I wasn't around, but I sure was aware he'd been saving his loads for me when I got home at night. Wouldn't a night go by that my body wasn't housing 2 or 3 loads of his spunk. I took the sweet swollen head between my lips, and sucked the tasty cum beads from the tip. Money sat back into my swivel chair while letting my tongue slither along the long belly of his dick until my mouth was completely filled with the thick colume of his shaft. The head bumped into the start of my throat, and I expertly opened the passage until his dick sank all the way down into it balls deep. "Yeh boi, dats how you suk a dick." Money moaned, sitting back in my chair like he was the boss man of the company. I labored over Money's wood like a part-time job. The fat head and long shaft sawed in and out of my throat easier with every new experience. I could tell that my skills had gotten better over the past 12 weeks, and Money could certainly tell as well. I took his dick from tip to root, coating the chucky shaft with my slick saliva, and milking that huge bone for all it was worth. "Damn babee, you want dat cum don't you?" Money said, putting his hand on the back of my head, making me bob it up and down faster. I sucked harder on Money's dick. I could tell by the way I had his dick throbbing between my lips, that it wouldn't be long before I had my goal. Money was right, I did want that cum. I'd gotten so used to tasting it over the past 3 months, that it became my favorite beverage of choice. I loved feeling it slide down my throat, en-route to my stomach. I needed Money's nutt as much as he need to nutt. I had become an addict. I felt Money's dick get that familiar steely hard it usually gets just when he's about to shoot. I took his rod deep into my throat, and bobbed my head in short strokes, causing his dick to rub back and forth in the warm confides of my gullet. My lips smacked repeatedly against the base of his pubes. Money's head fell backward, his lower lip dropped. I felt the tension in his legs stiffen. His balls tightened. I attacked his prod relentlessly, injesting it into my body like the air I breathe. Money's hands balled into tightened fists. His head shook back and forth like he was trying to fight off his climax. I knew he liked having his dick sucked for hours on end, so it didn't surprise me that he was trying to hold off as long as possible. "Fuk...whudda you tryin' to do nigga...?" he asked, looking down at me wonderously, as he felt the nutt in his balls rise. I felt it too. Felt his dick throb un-controllably, then start to hose my mouth with his salty juice. I loved feeling the cum shoot out of his dick and into my mouth. Loved feeling the warm nutt-juice fill my oral cavity, before wolfing it down like gaterade. "Damn! Fuk! Shit dat shit wus da bomb boi!" Money praised. His voice regeristing higher then I was comfortable with. I didn't want those in the office to hear. I finished sucking his joint clean, making sure I got every ounce of his rich cream before popping his meat out of my mouth and getting up off my knees. I straightened out my pants pleats, checked my cuffs, licked my lips for any residue from Money nector, then checked my watch. 12:58pm. That meant it only took me 5 minutes to cop Money's nutt. A new worlds record. Money must have read my mind. "So you think you hot shit now huh?" he asked, still sitting back in my chair. His wet satisfied dick laying limply on his left thigh. "Think you bad now dat you dun made me nutt quick huh? You just remember who taught yur ass all you know muthafuka." Money said, recognizing a slight shift in the balance of power as he stood up and angrily tucked his drained piece back into his pants. I made it to the meeting just afew minutes late, and savored the flavor of my man on my lips through the entire session. Later that night, I came home expecting the normal routine. I'd take my blazer off, hang it up on the rack, kiss Money "hello", give him his evening blowjob, go into the kitchen and cook dinner, shower, then wait for him to come to bed to fuck me a new asshole. But tonight was different. I came home from work, but Money's jeep wasn't parked in the drive as usual. I parked my car, and walked into the house. Everything seemed to be in order, except there was no Money there to greet me. That really wasn't all that unsual, as he sometimes ran errans, or whatever it was he did on the side while I was at work. Ignorance is bliss, I told myself. I took off my blazer, and proceeded to walk towards the kitchen, when I heard a strange noise upstairs. I called out Money's name, but got no answer. I decided to go investigate, figuring he may've gone to take a nap, and would be in need of my oral services before dinner. I stopped on the stairwell leading upstairs when that last thought came back, hitting me like a ton of bricks. Money had conditioned me so well, and I'd become such a devoted sub-missive to his demands, that I was actually going upstairs without being ordered, to willingly suck on this man's (my captor's) dick without being told. I could actually feel my own dick rise up hard in my pants at the thought of feeling his hard penis shoving its way down my throat. And although the thought of being a willing participate in my own degradation repulsed me to no end, I still found myself walking forward, hoping to find the man I'd grown to lothe and love all at the same time, soundly asleep in our bed so that I could perform his greatest preference. I reached the top of the stairs, and walked into the master bedroom, but found nothing. The bed was still un-made, as Money was the last one out of it this morning. I turned to walk back out the door to head toward the kitchen, when I suddenly came face to face with a stranger, standing right behind me, almost looking through me with his dead evil eyes. "Whur da Fock iz Mony?!" he asked, his face a ball of tension. "I...I...don't know...." I said, my heart instantly leaping into my throat. (WHAM) -a steel hard slap rang across my face like a baseball bat. I hit the floor like a block of cement. From behind the door, another figure emerged. Dragging me up to my feet by my collar. "I'mma ask ya one mo' time Bitch. Whur's Mony?!" the man repeated. I was still seeing stars, and my mind was reeling with dizziness. "I...I...Ooofffffh!!!" I gasped from another hit, this time in the stomach. I thought I would loose my lunch. There was another hit across the other facial cheek, bitch-slapping me backwards out of the second guy's grasp onto the bed. My attacker climbed ontop of me, fist poised back to hit me again when I heard the voice of a third party enter the room. "Yo, kewl out.-" the figure said, stepping into the room like he was the Godfather. "-Don't chu niggas see he don't know where dat pussy Money is an'shit?" The man ontop of me looked over at the doorway, then back down at me. The look of anger on his face showed me how disappointed he was that he wasn't allowed to pound my face into mush. He backed down off of me reluctantly. I uncovered my face, trying to see the face of my savior through tear stained swelling eyes. I blinked twice to be certain I saw the figure correctly. "You aiight?" he asked, moving into the room. "Ye...yeah. Yes." I said nervously, my hands shaking from the ordeal. I recognized the man as one of the fellows Money had invited to the orgy party he had had afew months ago with me and Dedra as the center of attractions. It was Pooh. Money's main-man. "This here ma'phucka don't know shyt about nuthin'." Pooh said, taking my chin into his hand and turning my face sideways so that he could inspect the damage. "He ain't nuthin' but Money's homo-bitch. His ass-pussy. His faggot-hoe. Ain't dat right Bitch?" I felt his grasp on my chin tighten. I shook my head "yeah". "Oh, iz dat so?" the mean one (I'll call him "thug1") that had been hitting me said, grabbing his crotch in the process and fumbling with his growing dick. "Yeh. An' th' nigga good at it too." Pooh commented, bringing smiles from his boys. Then he put his large hand ontop my head, guiding me down to my knees on the floor infront of him. He fished through his fly for his fat dick, and whipped it out like a giant log, slapping it across my face like a club. "Remember this pussy-boi?" he asked, my face stinging wherever his dick hit it from the mean dudes punches. I sat there on the bedroom floor, letting Pooh molest me at his will. "Bitch ass mo'fock'r." the other guy said, watching me punk out for Pooh. Pooh stuck his fat dick into my mouth, ramming it solidly into the back of my tight throat. I gagged on the length as it burried its way down my closed passage. The temparary cutting off of air caused me to lurch instinctively. I placed my hands up on Pooh's thighs defensively, and tried to push his log from my throat. "Phuck dat! Take dat shit Bitch! Open yur phuck'n throat!" he ordered. I paniced from the rape job, trying more despertly to escape. Pooh pulled me up off his dick as if I were a rag doll, and tossed me onto the bed as if I weighed next to nothing. At 6'5", 230lbs, Pooh was definately a force to be reconned with. Once the air returned into my depleted lungs, and I saw the cold blooded eyes of my assailants gazing apon me, I knew resisting would turn out to be the biggest mistake I'd ever made. "Go git me somthin' ta tie this bitch up wid." Pooh commanded, silently daring me to move with his grimace. "If he wanna play hard to git....we'll ablige 'em." Thugg #2 ran off into the bathroom, on a scavenger hunt. Pooh and thugg #1 started removing their clothes, and I wondered if I'd ever feel Money's dick inside of me ever again. Strange though, I thought. Thug2 came back into the bedroom, searching the draws for rope of somekind. He came back with 4 pair of dress socks. Pooh instructed his boys to tie my arms and legs to the headboard. "Hows dat feel sweet thang?" Pooh asked, tightening the dress socks around my ankles securely. He Didn't really expect me to answer him, did he? I laid there on my back in my king sized bed, legs tied above my head spread eagle to the bed frame. My hands also tied spread eagle to either bed post. My naked asshole pointing towards the ceiling, for all on lookers to see. "Wh...why are you doing this?" I begged to question. "I thought you and Money were friends." Pooh and his buddies just laughed, as if I just made a joke. "Wut dat got ta do wit shyt Bitch? This's personal. Money got somethin' o' mines, an' now I gots somthin o' his-" Pooh reached down and ran his huge hand along my right butt cheek seductively. "-his pretty lil' precious pussy-bitch he's always braggin' bout." Pooh then turned his attention to his boys. "You nigga's eva phuck a dude b'for?" "Only in jail." thug #1 said, the imprint of his hard dick pressing out against his boxers. Thug #2 just shook his head no. "Well, you niggas'r in for a treat. This bitch gots some good snatch." Pooh said, grabbing the half empty bottle of lube off the night-stand which we kept by the bed. Pooh was already naked. His long semi-hardon flopped lazily between his legs as he greased my hole with his fingers, jamming 2 of them straight up into my "snatch". I felt totally humiliated, laying there infront of two strangers while my asshole was being violated by a third. I wondered where Money was, and what kind of trouble he was in with Pooh. I figured it all must be drug related, and quite frankly, none of my business. Pooh now jammed 3 fingers inside of me, stretching my hole so that it could accomodate his oversized penis. He climbed onboard the bed, and positioned himself between my legs. He removed his fingers, and let his semi-hardon rest between my hot greased butt cheeks. He rubbed the thick rubbery sausage back and forth over my hairy puckered hole until his dick got longer and thicker. He made comments to his boys in reference to how he saw my "ass-pussy" fucked repeatedly by a room full of horny men at an orgy afew months ago. He told the 2 guys that I "took on every man at the party, even out lasting the female that was there". The over exaggerated story got thug #1 quite arouseled. He was now stroking his wood from under his cotton boxers. Thug #2 was still completely dressed, trying to merge with the shadows. Once Pooh's dick was solidly erect, he aimed the huge headed tip up to my tiny man-hole. I laid there on my back, looking up helplessly into my assailant's eyes as he slowly began to force the head of his giant bowa-constrictor into my straining, reluctant hole. "Ummmmmmm....." Pooh moaned happily as his dick sank in balls deep in one long slow easy slide. His dick obviously remembering the line of my passageway from the last fuck. I felt totally stuffed to capacity as I felt the hairs of his crotch rub up against my cheeks. His dick felt like it was shoving all of my internal organs aside to make room for its massiveness. "I see Money's been givin' this pussy plenty o' trainin'." Pooh said, commenting on the rather easy enterance. I blushed at the thought of them realizing how often I must be getting fucked to be able to take a dick the size of Pooh's so easily. Gripping hold of the backs of my thighs for leverage, Pooh started to rock himself in and out of my tightening hole. I could feel his dick withdraw from the hot confides of my inner-ass, only to slide right back in to the balls, filling me once again to the brim of stuffness. My hands pulled at the dress socks straps that securely fastened them like achors to the bed post. My ankles were also securely fastened, above my head to the spokes, giving Pooh complete and total access to my vunerable anus. The looks on his face as he shoved that big prick into me time and again was of total enjoyment. Pooh was a big nigga that loved to fuck. You could tell by the lazy strokes inwhich he shoved in your ass that he wasn't in no rush to shoot his load. He fucked for the pure pleasure of it, and I knew my asshole was instore for a nice long archaeology dig kind of fucking tonight. True to his nature, Pooh fucked me for what had to be an hour of non-stop fucking. He laid that pipe into me at every pace possible, from a slow steady fucking, to a high energy pounding that caused my asshole to yawn excruciatingly wide as it was drastically mauled to near death. Pooh gripped my by my thighs, and pounded himself into me like a human freight-train, the force of his thrusts causing the bed to spring, jump, and creek as if on the verge of collapse. Sweat pored down off his half muscular frame, as he drilled my head back into the pillows. All I could do was lay there and except the powerful fucking as punishment for whatever crimes Money made against him. I knew Pooh was nearing his climax when I felt the dick's girth grow even more massive. "Phuck Bitch! Yur stank ass's bout ta make me nutt!!" he yelled, bring close attention from his boys. Pooh picked up the pace, ramming himself in and out like a pile-driver. Nearly half his thick mahogony wood was sawing the deep depths of my numbing man-pussy, as he neared orgasm. My grunts and groans turned into yipes as he shoved deeper still, pulverizing the wall deep down inside my guts that indicated there was nomore room inside my poor abused body for his dick to go. Thug #1 had completely removed his clothing in anticipation of Pooh's climax. He'd had more then enough of watching as he witnessed his boss's plump buttocks banging into me over the past 60 minutes. He was desperate to shoot his load, and intended my asshole to be his target. "YEH!" Pooh shouted, banging my asshole all the much harder. I grimaced in pain as I struggled against the ropes in hopes of finding a better angile for his plummeling tool as it smashed into rock bottom repeatedly in search for new depths. I prayed that Pooh would cum soon. I feared my asshole couldn't take much more of this relentless pounding with no let-up. I could just imagine what my doctor would say during my next complete physical. Dr. Brown had been my doctor for the past 10 years, he'd definately be able to tell the difference that my asshole had been sent through the ringer since my last examination 6 months ago. I feared if Pooh was to take Money's place, making me his...."gurl", I wouldn't be able to even walk without having to wear depends to keep my insides from falling through my creater sized asshole. "AAARRRRRHHHHHHH!!! YEH BITCH, TAKE DAT MA'PHUCK'N LOAD!!!" Pooh screamed at the top of his lungs. I feared the neighbors next door would hear his crys through the open windows. Pooh shoved his dick inside me one last time, then grind himself ball deep, smaching his sweaty pubic hairs into my ass cheeks. I felt his dick throb, then felt his thick abundance of creamy sperm hose my aching innards, filling what spaces his pulsing prick didn't touch with his potent seed. "Bitch ass ma'phucka..." Pooh moaned, as he felt his life's essence being sucked out of his body and into mines. The hour plus exertion he performed ontop of me had taken it toll on the huge guy. He pulled his thick softening sausage from me, and collapsed exhaulsted on the otherside of the bed, making room for his henchmen. Thug #1 was quick to move into place. He climbed up on the bed between my tied legs, and aimed his brick hard hardon up at the slack opening that was my asshole. With one quick shove, he burried his dick into me like it'd just found a new home. I flinched at the sudden attack, but quickly recovered as my hole had been well stretched and well lubed with cum. Thug #1 took to fucking me hard and rough, he'd seen his boss Pooh pounding me for over an hour, and figured my hole should be able to take whatever punishment his dick had to offer easily. Thug1 (the one that initally beat me up) had a medium muscular build. His stubbled face and strong jaw gave him an instant no holds barred look that would make anyone think twice about pissing him off. His look was so mean, that I couldn't invision him in any other senerio sexually, other then forced rape. He didn't seem to be the type to take the time to wine and dine a girl's panties off. Even his fucking was forceful. Thug1 held me by the thighs, pressing them downward until they rested on my stomach, then brutally power fucked me with his ample tool. He mentioned he'd been in prision, and I imagined he gained all this love making techniques while incarcerated. He wasn't gentle at all. His thrusts were wild, his attack quick, and his demeanor was animal. It was like being fucked by a lion. All I could do was lay there and take it like a man. Pooh (bored with the seen) found the strength in his massive body to stuggle to his feet, and make his way down to the kitchen for something to eat. His satisfied prick swaying back and forth like a died snake. Thug2 disappeared somewhere out of view. I wasn't even aware he was still in the room until I heard Pooh say something to him. He must have found himself a corner to sit back and watch the show. Thug1 was ramming me deep, trying to get me to grunt and yipe as his boss did when he was penetrating me. But try as he might, thug1 couldn't get more then a audible groan out of me as he labored over me like an employee at a sweat shop. Thug1 leaned forward ontop of me (in push up position), never missing a thrust, and began fucking me harder. The new angile lined both his dick and my asshole up perfectly. He was able to use the entire chute to his advange, and wouldn't stop his amazing assault until my inside flooded with his angry seed. This new angile also provided me with the sight of his ample tool moving in and out of my anal muscule. I could see thug1's crotch, as well as the base of his dick before he submerged his slick meat back into my dank hole. My own dick (which had never lost any of it stiffness since tasting Pooh's dick in my mouth over an hour ago) was leaking pre-cum onto my hair lined belly. With our heads so close, I couldn't help but look up into thug1's face. The thought of being fucked royally by this powerful angry monster that was all too willing to beat the living hell out of me not too long ago, had my hard dick throbbing in no time. He suddenly looked into my eyes, the cold sullen blackness of his stare sent chills up my spine as his thrusts got harder, feeling more desperate. He didn't give a shit about me or my feelings, my asshole was just one of many he'd stuck his dick in as a fitting substititue to get his rocks off. "Yeh Bitch, Pooh wus rite bout dis azz puzzie." he said between clinched teeth. "If I met you in prizon, I'd'a made you my Bitch dere too!" he complimented, shoving his stick in and out of my butter butt again and again. I couldn't take anymore of this fucking, my prostate was had been fucked raw by 2 dicks, and I could hold off cumming nolonger. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I yelled into thug1's face as I felt my dick punch out the first of 4 hot ribbons of milky white cum which shot across my face and chest like streamers. My tongue instantly looped out of my mouth in-search of the hot liquid goo that plastered my face like glue. The sight of me cumming without touching myself, coupled with seeing me lick up my own sperm, sent thug1 over the edge as he pounded his hot juices deep into my filled bowels. "YEEEEEEHHHH!!!" he moaned loudly as his cum flowed into me like in hot gushes. After a few seconds to compose himself, thug1 withdrew his spent dick, and jumped to his feet on the floor beside the bed. "All yurs." he said to thug2 as his gathered his clothes up off the floor and left the room to go clean up in the bathroom, his limping dick still oozing dick juice from the tip as he walked.. Thug2 just sat back and watched for afew minutes. He was leaning against the dresser, his arms folded across his chest as if deciding what he wanted to do. From where he stood, I had to left my head up off the pillows to see him standing before me across the room at the foot of the bed. I didn't see a bulge in his pants, so I wasn't sure if he was interested in fucking me as well. After several minutes, he made his way over to the bed. He climbed onboard, positioning himself between my legs like the others had. By now my legs were numbing from being cramped up for so long. My face was sticky from the cum I'd shot onto it, and my wrists were losing circulation. Thug2 took my ass cheeks into his hands, and pulled them wide apart. This motion caused my hole to open wide voluntarily. Thug2 bent forward to inspect the damage to my hole closer. Hooking his thumbs into the moist valley of my crack, he pulled the cheeks even wider, making my hole yawn open like a boiled clam shell that refused to close. With 2 full cum loads flooding my system, my laxed anal muscles found it hard to keep the copious cream inside, and a fat mixture of 2 mens sperm seeped out of my body like sap from a maple tree. Thug2 saw the batter, and couldn't resist attacking it with his tongue. I gasped at the unexpected pleasure as thug2 licked up the salty mixture, then drilled his eager tongue into me on a seek and search find for more nector. I watched wide eyed as thug2 made a meal of my brown cheeks. With his eyes closed, he stuck his talented tongue so far up in ass, that it felt like someone had slide a live snale inside me and let it loose. He shoved his tongue back and forth in and out of me like a small prick, fucking my open hole and licking away any cream filling that formed from it. I could feel his tongue gather up the double loads that were in me, and scoot them out into and down his greedy gullet like a small shovel. Thug2 sealed his thick lips around my slack hole, and sucked inward like a vaccum, suctioning out any DNA substances his boys left behind. It felt so nasty. I'd never had my hole sucked out after someone had climaxed in it before. The sensation was exquisite, and it caused my dick to jump to full erection again as I was reminded how Money had made me perform this act on my ex-girlfriend Dedra afew times after he'd climaxed inside of her. Thug2 ate my hole out for 10 whole minutes, darting his tongue in and out like a prick, suctioning on it like a vaccum, and devouring anything he found. Just when I thought I couldn't stand nomore of his oral loving, I shot another load of cum out of my poorly neglected dick, painting my face a second time and clamping my asshole down on thug2's embedded tongue. Thug2 quickly removed his face from my rear, ripped open his pants, and pulled out his modest sized dick which he stroked to the point of climax overtop my wet face. I looked up just in time to see his cum pour out the head of his dick, and drip down onto my face. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, hoping to get some of the face paint in my mouth to taste it as he stood overtop me on the bed. Pooh and thug1 walked in just as I swallowed the sap that dripped onto my tongue, then extended it again for more. "Dayum, he such a fock'n faggot ass." thug1 said angrily about my unashamed display. "Did you phuck his ass?" Pooh asked thug2 as he climbed down off the bed fully dressed. "Yeah." he lied. "Tight as shit." "Tight?" thug1 exclaimed surprised. "Mo'fock'r's opened like 7- fock'n -11 n'shit. You can tell he used ta git'n dicked da fock down." he said, looking at my cum stained face and exposed ass. "All th' betta for us." Pooh reminded. "Untie th' bitch and lets get th' phuck up outta here." he commanded. "We'll catch up wid Money's ass lata. Dat nigga'll show up eventually." Pooh grabbed up his clothing, and made his was out the door. Thug2 followed him, and thug1 came over to the bed to untie me. He looked reluctant, like he wanted to leave me here like this as punishment for liking it so much. He looked at me as if in disgust. He reached down and stuck his middle finger up my unsuspecting asshole. The hole clamped down around the single digit, then relaxed and opened wide. The hole was now wet from the saliva left behind from thug2, it was nolonger coated with the sperm that had been shot inside it. Thug1 smiled an eerie grin, withdrew his moist finger, and left the room, leaving me tied to the bed. Minutes later, I heard a car's engine start, then heard it drive away. They had indeed left me here alone, naked, and tied. A prisoner in my own home. I wondered how will I ever get myself loose. I tried and tried relentlessly to loosen the straps all evening, but couldn't. Who knew that dress socks could make such proper restraints? I wondered where Money was, and how long will I be tied up here before he came home and freed me. All night? All day tommorrow? All week? Suddenly, I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I looked over at the digital clock by the bed. It was already after 11pm, which meant I'd been tied up for the past 5 or 6 hours. I heard the car door slam. I knew for sure that it was Money, coming home to free me from my bondage. I knew he'd be mad once he found me, but my major concern now was freeing my bound limbs before my arms and legs had to be amputated from poor circulation. I heard the front door open and close, then the sound of footsteps walking into the kitchen. I called out Money's name, hoping it would cause him to come upstairs quicker, ending my torture. After afew minutes, I heard the footsteps ascend the stairs. Fear gripped me, as I wondered Money's reaction apon finding me tied to our bed, legs over head, in butt-fuck position, with dried cum all over my face and chest. It would be obvious that I'd been fucked. I knew he'd be angry, I just hoped he would direct it towards the parties responsible. At Pooh and his cronries, not at me. Surely he would be able to realize that I had no choice in them fucking me. It wasn't like I could just tell them "no, I'm Money's pussie-bitch", and they'd leave me alone. It didn't work like that when he first fucked me, when he took me away from Dedra, and it didn't work now. The footsteps reached the top of the stairs, and I felt my heart pace quicken 10 fold. The figure rounded the corner into the doorway, and my mouth dropped open in surprise. It was thug1 standing in the doorway, drowning one of my imported brews, a large lump pressing the right leg of his pants outward. "Good ta see you waited up fo' me." he said, crushing the beer can and tossing it onto my plush white carpet. "I...I haven't seen Money yet..." I said nervously. The fear was apparent on my face. "Fock yur boi Mony-" thug1 said, rubbing the long lump in his pant leg. "-I ain't hur fo' dat faggot mo'fock'r. I come back fo' yur bitch-ass." My eyes widened. I tried swallowing the lump in my throat, but I had no saliva to help wash it down. "I cood'n let no pussie like dis hur go ta waste, now cood I?" he said, inching closer to the bed. "Who knos when Mony'll be back ta claim it? Or if he'll be back ta claim it." I suddenly felt scared for Money all over again. What did he do to these guys to make them turn on him so? What kind of danger was he really in for once they found him? I saw thug1 pulling his pants open, they slid easily down his legs, hitting the floor. He climbed out of them, and his dark blue cotton boxers, and pulled off his shirt. He pulled the bottle of lube up off the floor where they'd left it, and annointed a generous amount to his stiffened dick, and my dry asshole. I groaned in frustration as he climbed back up on the bed, and aimed his boner back at the entrance of my hole. I shut my eyes, expecting penetration to be rough, and true to his nature, thug1 didn't disappoint. He rammed his ass splitting hardon into me like a battering ram, the big head pried open my sleeping anus, and burrowed itself deep inside my convulsing body. My stinging hands and feet (from the lack of blood flow) shivered and shook, straining for release. I never thought I'd see the day where I longed for Money ontop/inside of me....