My Beautiful Black Slut part2
by Hot Milfs BlogCorina giggled again and shook her head. I could feel her legs falling
open slightly and I knew that she wanted me as much as I did her. But
the sound of the approaching car was becoming more distinct and, try
as I might, I found it impossible to concentrate on what I was doing.
“Shit, I think you’re right,” I said, a little angry at the
interruption. “Who the hell could this be?”
There were three of them in the car as it pulled up in front of our
house. I didn’t recognise the men at all and guessed that they were
from our neighbouring town eight miles away. As two of them alighted
from the vehicle, the third stayed behind the wheel. All three men
looked drunk and my previous feeling of contentment quickly melted
away and was replaced by one of worried apprehension.
“Get in the house.” I told Corina as I waited for the two men to
approach me, “I don’t like the look of this.”
“Ah! Don’t send the whore away!” slurred the first, larger lad as he
sidled his way up to me, “she may be black but she gotta be better to
look at than this shit-hole of a house you live in! What’s wrong with
you? You too much of a faggot to get yourself a white woman?”
The anger welled up inside me like a great tidal wave of hate. I
looked around quickly for any type of a weapon I could find, but it
was too late. The baseball bat seemed to come out of nowhere. I saw it
coming and pulled back - a reflex action - but not back far enough.
The hard wood caught me on my side knocking the wind out of my lungs
and I saw the moon and stars swirl in a sickening kaleidoscope of
colour as my legs gave way and I hit the floor.
My eyes opened blearily. I could feel dirt sticking to the side of my
face. I tried to focus; figure out what had happened. Corina was
sitting on the sofa opposite me. She looked sad. I tried to move
towards her but quickly realised that I was tied, very securely, to a
chair and gagged with tape. There was no way I was going anywhere.
“Ah, so the faggot’s awake!”
I twisted my head and discovered that the voice belonged to the big
guy that had immobilized me with the bat. I tried to struggle again as
he smirked at me but it was useless. I contented myself by hurling a
long stream of verbal abuse at him that was completely muffled behind
the gag.
“Now, don’t be like that,” he replied, a sickening grin plastered over
his face, “we just want to find out what all the fuss is about. We
heard that some white guy had got himself a black bitch and we wanted
to see for ourselves. I gotta say, she looks a whole lot finer than
the other black whores you see round here!”
I twisted and turned, banging the chair up and down in my anger as the
man moved over to the sofa and gently stroked my wife’s hair.
“Oh yes, very fine indeed!” he continued.
Corina twisted her head in an effort to relieve herself of this man’s
unwanted touch but he quickly turned angry.
“If you don’t co-operate, honey, then my buddy over there is going to
crack your old man again, you understand?”
Corina nodded dumbly and allowed the big guy to replace his hand and
continue stroking her hair. But this time his hands were not content
to simply fondle her tresses and began to wander downwards to cover
her breasts through the outside of the dress. I could feel the tears
of anger sting my eyes as I looked on helplessly.
The big guy was now joined by his smaller companion as they both began
to grope and fondle my wife’s tits. I knew what was going to happen
and I just hoped that Corina would submit without argument - the mood
these guys were in, anything could happen.
I knew that the dress wouldn’t last for long and I was right. I heard
the material rip and saw the ruined garment appear from over the
…End of the part2. To be continued..