This story depicts initial nonconsent and group interracial sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Pradeep was a crumpled heap on the floor, he had stars blurring his vision, what he could see of the room was spinning and he was desperately trying to draw breath but it hurt. It hurt more as he felt hands lifting him and dragging him onto a wooden chair. That's when he spotted the thick-set black man holding his new wife's arms behind her back as she struggled to free herself from his grasp while the man chuckled mirthlessly. The hands that had lifted him were now binding his wrists behind his back, a gag was placed in his mouth and his ankles were bound to the frontmost feet of the chair; he was restrained and the two black men that had done so comprehensive a job on him now turned to his wife.
His pretty wife of a day and a half, whose eyes were bugged out on stalks and who he would literally kill to protect - only he was completely helpless - was at their mercy wearing nothing more than a white lacy bodice. The big guy that had hold of her arms from the back leant forward and whispered something Pradeep couldn't hear; whatever it was made Bhavna cry and kick out at the other two making her tormentor laugh as she jumped and jiggled around trying in vain to free herself.
What Ox had actually whispered was "Now hubbie is taken care of, we're going to make sure you take care of us. All three of us." It had sent a chill down the thin brown-skinned brunette at the prospect, little did she know that this was something of a ritual for the three guys. The pay at this particular beachside resort wasn't especially good although the perks weren't bad. At the end of the season, employees got to enjoy the resort for a couple of days, quite often they got to consume the beers left in-room refrigerators by departing guests but the biggest draw was the unofficial perk of helping themselves to the tastier female guests when they took their fancy.
It was Grant that had come up with the plan in the first instance but between the three of them, they had perfected it to its current level, albeit they would take it to a different hotel each year. At this resort, Grant was ideally placed as one of the few staff trusted to welcome incoming guests and he was able to identify prospective couples by allocating them a bungalow out of the way of the others. Each room had two swipe cards coded for them but through Grant's sleight of hand the little folder handed to the couple contained one useless blank and he pocketed the second pass card. Honeymooning couples were more interested in getting into their room than testing both keys worked.
Trey was tasked with keeping an eye on the appointed couple and when he thought the coast was clear he would message his two friends to join him outside the bungalow. With it being the beginning of the season, they'd had something of a dry patch and although the brunette wife was a fraction older than they normally went for, any port was a storm when the pussy was in short supply.
That's not to say that they went without; it wasn't unusual for them to catch the eye of a sex-starved wife or a woman travelling on her own but they liked it when all three got to enjoy the goods on offer. Grant knew how to tap into the resort CCTV system and kept an eye on potential conquests and from there it was simple to drop a few hints and inuendos to their prospective prey.
Not long ago, he was watching the feed from the new arrivals room -- Bhavna and Pradeep if Grant's memory served him correctly - and watching the bride perform a very nice striptease for her new husband. Grant nodded to Trey who knocked on the door repeatedly. The bride hid in the bedroom area while her groom made his way to the door and opened it meaning the pocketed card wasn't required as Ox's balled fist made contact with Pradeep's flabby stomach to crumple him into a gasping heap on the floor.
Ox made his way straight to the scantily clad bride to stop her from escaping or calling out while his two associates closed the door and restrained the groom. Trey and Grant came and stood beside the bride and ran their hand over her flat stomach and breasts. They weren't the big round beauties they favoured but at this point, beggars couldn't be choosers. While Bhavna thrashed about Trey produced a scarf and gaged her so that her cries would be muffled. They had plans to free her mouth up for other duties later on but first, she needed to be subdued. With the scarf in place, Trey's hand wandered down to skimpy panties and slipped inside with minimal resistance. It was when his fingers brushed past her clitoris that he took a firm hold of the muscle and pinched mercilessly. The lady groaned and lunged forward slightly in reaction but Ox had too firm a grip on her arms.