“Sure, make him suffer in a horrible manner, her as well I want her fucked up but good,” with no effort at all I plotted the despoilment of this mere kid. Frenzy of anticipation filled me thinking of this young, virile man, ruined and murdered, “Can I have a copy of that as well?”
“Yes, can you be away from town from Sunday evening the fifth, and not returning until at least Friday the tenth? You will want to give her that long for her recovery.” He spoke in a professional manner, business-like manner.
“Yes,” I told him and he continued.
“This way she will … well, she will seek you out upon your return for comfort. Call her the night of the sixth. She has started to heal but don’t expect intimacy for several days as her mind adjust to her new reality. It won’t be long until you are her world.” While I felt, I was as evil has him I was not a bad-man. He was the genuine article, he lived with no fear of a reckoning, doing vile things without giving a thought to consequences. For a price, he would do, anything, without regret.
Taking a weeks vacation from work I lied to Sharon telling her I was away a publication convention. I was in Vegas where a yearly conference was in progress but of course, no one at my level ever attended these conventions. I played some cards, drank and even visited one of the whorehouses. On my second night in Vegas, I called her, Monday the sixth.
“Hello, is that you Thomas?”
“Yes, pretty dull out here how are you doing?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m tried was sick last night,” she hesitated for a minute then continued, “fell down the stairs. I’m afraid I’m dreadful sight.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry dear. I hope you aren’t hurt too bad.” I faked concern and hoped she seethed in pain.
“No, not to bad … love.” She hadn’t called me by a nickname in years. Well, not one of affection, “I guess you made an impression on your bosses. They must have realized her value at last.” We talked for a long time at last I told her I should let her go. With reluctance at last she agreed.
Wednesday morning the phone in my room rang at nine am. I hadn’t left yet for the day I had planned a trip to cathouse outside of Vegas. Picking up the phone I was informed that a package arrived for me and would I like it delivered to the room. I said of course and waited with impatience while checking to see if there was a way to watch the thing. There was a DVD player, it was difficult to sit idly waiting for the recording of my wife’s destruction to arrive.
After giving the man a tip, I ripped open the package and looked at the disk. A note accompanied the disk scrawled in block letters was the message, “Enjoy another video will arrive in your office in a few weeks. DESTROY THE PHONE.”
The almost four weeks from when the plot was hatched, until the moment I received the DVD, had crawled by in a slow, plodding dullness. With great anticipation, I obeyed the command before I watched the video. Putting the disk in the drive I pulled a chair up and gazed at the screen.
The first moments of the record sickened me. There was my wife kissing, hugging and undressing the young, athletic boy who worked for her. His engorged prick stood at attention it was average, smaller than my own. “Why him,” I wondered. Sharon descended to the floor in a graceful manner. Her fit body clothed in a negligée I didn’t recognize. I felt sick to my stomach.
There was a brilliant flash and loud bang in the room, the two of them bumped each other and moved away from each other. She ran headlong into the wall by the window while hit the door of the bathroom. Both crumpled on the floor and large, muscular naked man walked into the room. Between his toned thighs swung an immense, fat, limp prick. His hands clutched plastic restraints, the kind the cops use for handcuffs. With a quick precision, the man restrained the boy then woke him. Sitting in a seat so he could have a first-hand view of the action. Her crammed panties in the kid’s mouth until he was satisfied he couldn’t make a sound.
Turning his attention to my wife he snatched Sharon up by the hair. The violent act woke her from her concussion induce sleep, her feet dangled inches off the floor. The big white man slapped her face several times and let go her hair. Tumbling to the floor she whimpered at his feet.
“Get on you knees you fucking bitch and suck me hard,” his formerly soft voice hardened to an odious growl. Sharon’s response was swift, his muscled body towering above her tiny frame, the sinister tone of malicious intent, coupled with the pitiful view of her manly courtesan bound like so much refuse heightened her alarm. In incredible evidence of her fear her body quivered. She arched up taking his massive pecker in her hand she touched her lips to the plumb sized head. Stretching her mouth wide, she struggled fit it thickness inside her reluctant mouth. With great difficulty, she worked the stiffening monster inside her stretched her wide.
To say the hulking man was impatient is an understatement, he grabbed the bun atop her head once again and wrenched her beautiful face her toward his balls. Her mouth strained, her cheeks expanded and even her throat engorged on his cock. With a violent explosion, he thrust his hips in a rapid motion the man literally fucking her throat.
He expended high energy as he hammered her throat with his colossal member. Tears brimmed from her eyes while massive amounts of spittle and snot expelled from her nose and around the edge of her mouth. How the fluid found room to flow from around that cock was a mystery. I thought her mouth might rip open. She blubbered her shoulders shook from fear and effect of his oral assault.
I began stroking my cock, his control of her pleased me, but his causing her pain turned me on beyond belief. My own cock throbbed for release. Jerking myself I watched with even more enthusiasm. Watching his hips ram all of that magnificent porn worthy dick in her throat kept me so hard. I spurted spunk over the carpet between the chair and the console, but my pecker refused to deflate.
Pulling his cock back to just at her lips he hissed, “Don’t spit it, don’t swallow it hold this in your mouth till I tell you what do with it.” His white cum exploded from his cock, spraying thick goo on her lips, in her mouth, and over her lovely face. Grasping the bun of hair, he tugged clambering on her hands and knees to her lover. “Feed it to the cunt boy now,” he shouted in her ear. “Get that shit out of the faggot’s mouth and make him eat my seed.”
Smacking the kid on the back of the head he ordered him to enjoy it. The look on the little bastards face was priceless as he devoured the man’s spunk. Once her mouth, lips, and face were clean, the man pushed her up onto her lover and rent the nighty from her body. The man grabbed a vibrator from my wife’s nightstand and shoved it her hand.
“Ass fuck him while I do the same to you,” the begging began as soon the words escaped his lips. Grasping the bun the man twisted it hissing at her, “Shove that fucker in his ass now, bitch!” While I couldn’t see her face, it was plain to see she was in great anguish. I knew it was excruciating what he did to her hair. The tortured look on the little bastards face was priceless when that big vibrator went up his ass. It was only the size of me I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much that hurt. I wondered if the man would rape the boy with his massive prick as well.
The camera changed to a side view. The man’s great cock head hovered at her asshole, just touching it. He pressed forward and I could see he wasn’t pushing not yet. Just perhaps the massive tip intruded a small amount. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaved, in an appalling, expectation of what was to come. With a massive thrust of his powerful hips, he heaved in and buried possibly six inches of the fat head and shaft.
Her scream curdled my blood and I spewed new trail of seamen across the bright carpet. He withdrew nearly out of her shitter then thrust it home again driving in harder and deeper. Picking up the pace in three thrust he drove the entire length of his immense dick inside her brown eye. She screamed aloud, her head thrown back, as her back arched in an effort to get away from the offending organ. She kept pumping the hapless boys butt with the vibrator.
Like a jackhammer, he struck away his hips propelling his prick deep inside her in his ferocious attack. The boys body quaked as hers shook and shuddered both blubbered, sobbing as not only their bodies hurt but their views of themselves shattered. I don’t know how but felt her shame. I felt her arrogance burn out of her! She begged and beseeched him to stop, he only fucked her ass harder.
I almost felt sorry for the bitch, almost! When pulled all the way and grabbed both of her shoulders I got ready my cock sprang up stiff again. He thrust nearly half that monster inside her cunt in one quick motion. He battered into her again like some boxer rabbit punching an opponent without mercy. Her tits shook and bounced as her mouth gapped one a silent scream as her body bounced from the vicious assault. She pugnaciously thrust the dildo in her youthful lovers gaping ass. Her head dropped to boys chest and with each plunge of the cock, the top of her skull pounded the little shits chin.
The man stiffened up and barked “Her it cums bitch, baby batter for you.” He shuddered through another orgasm and the strangest thing happened, so did Sharon. I could see the waves pass over her body, I knew the signs. It was massive and that furthered her humiliation. How degrading to cum in a painful, abusive, violent, rape what kind of pig would let that happen.
When his big cock flopped out of her pussy, cum and blood oozed from her snatch landing in thick globs on the hardwood floor. Sharon collapsed on her young lover her head and body went limp. Breathing hard the man watched her for a minute, again the camera changed it was a view of the empty bed. Her body crashed on the bed, her hair pulled out the bun in a disheveled mess. She bounced a few times then curled up in a fetal position.
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