Levi got another beer out of the fridge as he heard Tank come in the front door. "Back here," he called. His friend, all six and a half pitch-black feet of him, sauntered back and took the brew Levi offered.
"So you said you needed my help?"
"Yeah. Little project that could use your skills."
Taking a pull off the ice-cold beer, Levi lead the way back to his room, where Sarah Palin lay on her side in his unmade bed, his come still thick and sticky on her face and tits. Tank stood in the doorway of the bedroom, poorly concealing his shock. Rather than say anything, he pounded the beer.
"What is he doing here?"
There was a note of panic in Sarah's voice when she saw Tank. She sat up and tried to get to her feet, but her legs were shaky and Levi could see that he'd fucked all the fight out of her.
"Tank's here to join the party, ma'am. You'll take care of both of us just the way we like it, won't you?"
She had a mutinous look on her face, and Levi could tell this was going to be fun. Sarah reached for her clothes. He crossed the room quickly and jerked the blouse out of her hand.
"I don't think so, Sarah. Get on your knees and suck my dick. Do it now."
"I'm not - Levi. What we have is just you and me. I'm not - not with him."
"You'll do what I tell you, with whoever I tell you to do it with, or the whole world will find out who Trig's real father is. I bet Todd wouldn't like knowing you've been fucking me for years. And I bet it would make Willow feel awfully ... rebellious. Wouldn't it?"
Sarah was near tears now, still trying to tug her shirt out of his hand. "Levi, please don't make me -"
"Shut the fuck up," he growled, ripping the shirt when he snatched it back from her clawing fingers. "Get on your knees or I'll give you something to be sorry for."
He brought a hand to her throat and squeezed, not gently. She still had his come on her face, and now her tears were making tracks in the sticky mess as he slowly forced her down to her knees.
"Suck my cock, bitch."
She opened her mouth reluctantly and he thrust his hardening dick through those painted, lying lips, a thrill shooting through him when he felt it hit the back of her throat. She gagged but began sucking obediently, still crying. Behind him Tank was disrobing, a huge grin on his broad face.
Sarah bobbed her head enthusiastically, teasing his balls expertly with her tongue, as she kept up the suction on the head of his dick. God, the woman was born to suck cock. She jerked when Tank came up and took a handful of tit in his palm, jiggling it around with some amusement. Sarah pulled her head off Levi's dick and tried to protest again.
"Please, Levi, don't -"
He hauled back and slapped her sharply across the face.