Black men in the kitchen

Black men in the kitchen

I always enjoyed long holiday weekends; my husband Victor gone off fishing with his mates and leaving me alone to do my own thing.
On Saturday I went down to the Mall for a bit of shopping, and then lunch followed by more shopping.

It was at lunchtime, while sitting in the food court, enjoying Chinese food, when I noticed two black young men sitting at the next table, watching at me.
I am used to young men staring at me, but I noticed they never smiled, just sat there watching me.
They were both in their late twenties perhaps, quite good-looking and very muscular. They were just odd and it stuck in my mind, but was dismissed, when by the time I was ready to return to shopping, they were no longer too be seen.

A few hours later, I arrived back home. While I went into the kitchen to make some coffee, I heard the back screen door being slammed.

"Sit down you old bitch." A deep voice screamed to me.

The two black guys who had watched me at the mall had stormed in the house, shouting at me and swearing, while waving electric guns in the air.

The first man asked for my wallet, which I pointed out to be inside my handbag.. He came back with the wallet in his hand and I could hear a vehicle in the driveway. I hoped it would frighten them off, but I still had no idea what was going to happen. Then to my surprise, the second man opened the front door and let two more of his gang inside my home.
I thought now I was in some serious trouble.

The first man demanded to know if there was any more money in the house, I told him there was a few hundred dollars in a desk drawer, which he retrieved and pocketed.
Meanwhile, the third and fourth men were searching through the house.

“Stand up and take you're fucking jeans and blouse off, Madam!" The second man shouted at me.

"No, no way!" I screamed back in total defiance.

The first man grabbed the front of my blouse and ripped it from my body. Then he pushed me to the floor and took off my jeans.

The second man suddenly decided that I ought to make fresh coffee for everybody and dragged me by the hair into the kitchen. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched me as I prepared the coffee maker. He suddenly started to speak softer and asked me general questions about the house and family. I took this as a good sign until he started asking sexual question, then I knew what was going to happen, He asked me to come and sit close to him, knowing I would get beaten if I didn't, I complied.
"Do you like sex?" He asked.
"Yes, my husband and I have a healthy sex life." I replied quickly.
"Do you like to be drilled in the ass?" He asked.
"I have never done that." I replied with worry in my voice.
"Do you like sucking cock? ". He continued.
"Yes, I do that for my husband."
"Do you like your pussy being licked and destroyed by a hard cock?" He asked.
"Yes, my husband does that." I replied.
"Are your nipples sensitive?' He asked very attentively.
"Yes," I replied.
"Is your cunt sensitive?"
"Yes." I said hesitantly.

The other men could all hear my answers. The first man seemed to be in charge of the gang and asked the third man to search for some Vaseline in the house. The reason for that request has still not dawned on me.
The second man so far had not touched me, but that changed as he slid his hand down my panties, my body just froze as he inserted a finger inside of me.

"You are completely shaven, bitch, I like that." He whispered in my ear.

Although I was shaking the whole time, I silently prayed that my body would not give me away; I knew that any touch on my clit tended to get me excited and very wet. Fortunately, he withdrew his hand and demanded I show him my big tits; he was pulling my hair with the demand so I had little choice but to open the front fasteners on my bra and hold it open. My eyes were tightly shut as he touched my nipples with his fingers, and of course, they rose, as they always did to the touch.

"Open your eyes look how big they have become." He said as he twisted my nipples between his fingers.
"Stop please, that really hurts!" I begged.
He obviously twisted both nipples again until I nearly screamed in pain.

"Stand up and bend over that kitchen bar stool." The first man ordered.

He dragged me over to the bar stool by my hair, bent me over it and pulled my panties to the floor. I finally knew what he was going to force me to do, as tears rolled down my face.

"No! Not there, please!" I called out, as I felt his finger probing my ass.

That got me three stinging slaps on my ass, and his finger pushed further in. Then the realization of why he wanted Vaseline came to my mind as I felt it being smeared on my anal entrance, his finger spreading it inside me, followed by his cock pushing into me, the tears continued to roll from my eyes more with the indignation I felt rather than the actual pain. As he eventually managed to get his cock all inside of me, and started to pump into me quite slowly at first, which helped me, get used to it.

"You can scream if you want, you bitch." He called out.

I was determined not to give him that pleasure, so I kept quiet.
With my face buried into the stool seat, after a few minutes the pain had eased, and with the intent of getting him off more quickly, I squeezed his hard cock with my internal muscles, which of course he loved and spurred him on to pound me harder. However, it did the job, as a few moments later I could feel his cum fill my insides and his cock thankfully going soft. He pulled out of me, just leaving me there while he went to the bathroom to clean up.
I stayed there not daring to move until he came back and told me to go clean.

"Now you cannot say you have never been drilled in the ass before." He said..

I sat in the bathroom after I had a quick shower trying to think of a way out of this dilemma, but could not see one yet. I put my bra and panties back on, went back to the dining room, and sat back down near the men.

I sat there wondering who would be the next to use my body. I could not admit the truth, that the interaction with that second man had made me so horny that I would let any of them to abuse me.

"Take off your panties and open wide your legs; let's see if this cunt is sensitive!" The second man grunted at me.

I looked around the room to see the other three men watching me voyeuristically as I was being prepared to be sexually assaulted.

"Look at that clit sticking out to greet me, just still a bit dry at the moment." He said laughing, as his middle finger was inserted between my labia lips, while the rest of his hand was rubbing my swollen clit.

"Oops ! Another lie she told me, she's really wet now, her cunt is really sensitive." He shouted out so everybody could hear.

He stopped touching me and I thought my ordeal was over. However, the second man stood up again, grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to an armchair by the window, threw me down into it and hooked my legs over the arms; my pussy was open to anything in this position.
He called the other two men.

"Check to see if her cunt likes being licked," He suggested.

The third man wasted no time in kneeling down in between my legs; I tried to push his head away, trying as his tongued delved all around my now wet pussy.

Within two minutes, I noticed my hands were not pushing the head away, but pulling it into my swollen pussy. The way I was slumped forward in the chair with my ass cheeks near the edge, made him to have his finger up my asshole.
My breathing was getting faster as my orgasm came.
The third man stood up saying.

"Come on you fucking bitch, my turn, open your mouth and start sucking my cock." He demanded.

He dropped his jeans to the floor together with his underwear, I hesitated after seeing the size of it, because it was bigger than average. The black man slapped my face hard and pulled my hair until much to the delight of the others, I gave in and opened my mouth and it was rammed full of his cock. He was merciless; he pushed his cock in full inside my throat until I choked on it.

"Don't spill a drop." He told me, while holding my head tight to his cock.

I choked a bit but managed to swallow all his cum, when he pumped my mouth.. Pulling me up from the chair, he ordered me to clean up, in case he wanted more at a later time.

I was still in the bathroom when the first man came over to me, pulled me up by my hair and dragged me to my bedroom, threw me on the bed and started asking questions.

"Did you enjoy being face drilled?" He began to ask.
"Yes, but not the v******e." I quickly replied.
Do you want to have your pussy used by a real man?" He asked.
"No." I replied.
"It seems to be not your lucky day." He sneered while dropping his jeans.
"Get on your knees and start sucking bitch, and make it a good one." He yelled.

I got off the bed and removed my bra, and stood right in front of him, glancing at his cock as I did so, and noticed he was not yet hard. He stroked my breasts, teased my nipples, and made comments about how large an area my areola covered and how big my nipples grew.
This continued for a few minutes until he started to twist my nipples until it really hurt and forced me to say that I wanted to suck his cock, I said I did of course to stop the pain, he pushed me to the side of the bed forcing me to sit down. I turned away as he forced his cock into my face, he reached down and twisted my nipples until I opened my mouth from the pain..
He was still only half-hard when he forced it in, but with very little effort on my part it grew in my mouth, substantially, far bigger than my husband's cock, which I was used to.
My effort was obviously not to his liking, probably because I made no effort, he just threw me back on the bed in anger, and I thought I was going to get a beating, instead he ripped my panties. Leaving me naked, laying on the bed.

"You are a lousy sucker bitch, open your legs let's see your big cunt!".

I sat up leaning on my elbow and really wanted to scream at him, but fear and my tears stopped me.
I realized I was naked with my legs wide open, something no one else but my husband had seen, with a man probably pretty younger than I was, now standing between my legs, with a huge erection that could only be satisfied by one thing.
I resigned myself to my fate, but with no intention of making it easy for him.

"Well that's looks like a cunt made for my huge black cock. Are you nice and wet for me?" He asked, while slapping my pussy hard with the flat of his hand.

I did not reply, he put two fingers inside of me and hooked upward and he found my G spot, the first time it had been touched for a very long time, and he knew it, just but my sudden groaning I suspect.
There was no way I could hide the sexual spasms I was feeling.

"You are very ready." He said laughing.

He lay across me with his arm supporting his weight with his cock poking at me in an effort to find my entrance; I subconsciously put my hand down between us, took hold of his cock, rubbed his cock head up and down my slit, and guided him into my canal.
I could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as he at first entered me slowly until he was fully inside me. My juices were lubricating us both, as he went in and out of me two more times before he suddenly started to quicken the pace, and slamming into me with force.

He brought his weight down on me and mauled my breasts, biting them. My nipples were being sucked, licked and bitten, causing me great pain. His pounding was hard; he slowed one time and nearly came out of me.

"Don't you dare to stop, bastard, keep it in." I called out.

He looked at me and smiled, and then sped up again, even through the pain, my orgasms were coming at a fast rate. My legs had involuntarily encircled him pulling him into me.
Suddenly, he started to breathe heavier and his cum started to jet inside of me, I squeezed his cock with my internal muscles and drained every drop from him.

"Well! You are a great nice slut." He stood up and went to the bathroom.

I never moved, I just lay there, enjoying the feelings of sexual relief, and realizing I had just been hurt, beaten, abused and forced to have sex, but I felt so good. This must be wrong I thought to myself. The black man came out of the bathroom, and ordered me to get cleaned up. I dashed in, had a quick shower and stood in front of the mirror, my breasts were covered in bite marks, my pussy was puffy from the pounding, and my nipples were sore from the sucking, but there was still elation inside of me, I returned to the bedroom where he sat waiting for me, fully dressed.
"Can I wear something, it's getting cold." I said.
He handled my thin and short cotton dressing gown from the closet, to me.
“Would you prefer to be drilled again?." He asked me.
"Not yet, perhaps later." I said without thinking. My fate was sealed.

I was sure I was going to be abused again, but no, he told me to get some rest.
I laid my head back on the pillow wondering if I would sleep.

"Wake up, slut; you have to make the coffee, get into the kitchen."

I sat up and looked at the clock.
It was still dark outside; I had slept for three hours.
The realization this was all real, came back to me. It was not just a dream.
The second man was standing there waiting to take me into the kitchen to make coffee. I had my dressing gown on and he took the opportunity to feel my ass again as I filled the coffee pot at the sink, while the coffee was brewing he also made me show him my breasts, but he did not touch me.
I made coffee for the whole gang.

"Time for some more action, Mommy, come here" said the first man.
"No, please, I’m very sore now" I replied.

But he grabbed my arm, pulled me over to the bedroom.

I sat on the edge of my bed wondering what was going to happen now.
The second man came in and sat in the chair by the bed, staring at me.

"Do you want to be well shagged again?" The first man asked.
"It doesn’t matter what I want, you will do what you want anyways." I replied.
"Get your dido out, I know you have one, and give us a performance." He said.

I got my dildo out from the bedside table, and lay back on the bed naked after removing the dressing gown. Starting on my nipples first, I got those both erect and moved it down my body until it contacted my clit. The pleasure flew through my body, the thought of them watching was no longer in my mind, and it was replaced by the memory of his big cock thrusting inside me. As I inserted the dildo inside me, being abused again now was my only wish.

I opened my legs wide in anticipation. I wanted to be used and abused again.

The second man, who was already naked jumped on the bed and lay on his back, with his erect cock standing straight up. I rolled over and got astride him, I held his cock to guide him into me as I slowly lowered myself on to him, my wetness was absolute, as his cock went fully in, I could feel every part of him as I started to move slowly up and down.
His hands were on my breasts torturing my nipples with his pulling and twisting, but it was no longer pain I felt, just sheer orgasmic pleasure. I leant forward to allow him to suck my nipples, and then I felt other hands on my ass.

The Vaseline soon followed, as a finger smeared it around my anal entrance, the first man was going to fill my ass with his huge dick for the second time.
It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to have two big cocks inside of me at the same time, but the pleasure I was getting from the first one was overriding all other thoughts, as I continued to set the pace for my pleasure. The first man finally fed his cock into my ass quite slowly keeping up with the rocking motion I was in, it seemed to go in a lots easier than the first time, and it certainly felt more comfortable, squeezing all my internal muscles, I managed to make both of them feel my body gripping them. I increased my pace as I felt the man below me was getting ready to unload inside of me, and with many grunts from him he did, jet after jet fired inside of me, I slumped forward resting on his body as the other black man came with an equal amount of cum pouring deep inside my ass.

The sweat was pouring from all of us, I rolled off and lay there panting trying to get my breath back, and both of them were doing the same. A new thought crossed my mind, how was I going to go back to a normal, occasional sex life with my husband after this. I was ordered to clean up first and went into the bathroom; a quick shower and I came out to find the room empty.

I looked out of the door and saw into the dining room, but nobody was there.

Was just a dream?? My pussy was so sore and yes, it was so real!!

Now it was a nice clear dawn and I went to the kitchen to make some coffee, when my loving Victor came inside, finding me fully naked…and still horny…

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