Angela picked up the crop, turned and sneered at her husband.
Leon, her husband of all of six months, was bound tightly, arms behind his back and on his knees, with his ass up in the air making a perfect target for the vicious crop that she gripped tightly in her right hand. She swished the crop through the air testing its flexibility, marvelling at the sound it made as it cut the air, and musing on the fact that Leon could not scream as long as he had big Jacks cock wedged in his throat, slowly face fucking her wimp of a husband.
She had wanted things to change in her life ever since she met Jack and the first time he fucked her she knew that she was his and would do whatever he wanted her to. She had to admit that she loved being the slutty wife behind Leonâs back and now she was revelling in the power that both she and Jack were wielding. Oh yes, the times were certainly gonna be changing.
She thought back to the first time she met Jack. It had been in the sleazy her stupid husband had insisted on taking her to. As soon as she stepped in the door she knew they had made a big mistake.
âI think we should get out of hereâ she said, ârelaxâ said Leon, as he sidled up to the bar and ordered two beers from the hulking, tattooed barman. Leon didnât catch the look he gave him but Angela did, she instinctively started to try to stretch the hem of her pink latex mini dress, which only succeeded in making more of her ample chest start to tumble out of the tight confines of the tank top. As she adjusted her dress she started to become accustomed to the dim light and through the pall of smoke she could see the tables were mostly full of biker types, hairy, muscular, heavily tattooed and all seemingly intent on staring at her, now and again mumbling into each others ears over the loud rock beat coming from the juke box.
Where the fuck was Leon. All she wanted to do was gulp down her drink and get the fuck out of there.
She glanced over to the bar, fuck, the stupid shit had the two beers in one hand and was yapping to the fucking barman like they were old friends. Get the fuck over here she thought as she noticed two large, heavy set biker types moving in her direction. She shuffled her feet nervously, almost falling over in her spiky white leather slip ons. Her tiny âg stringâ seemed to shrink into the crease of her ass as the men sidled up to her.
âHowdy pretty ladyâ said the largest and ugliest man she had ever seen, âbuy you a little drink, ladyâ. He smiled at his friend all black teeth between a filthy looking reddish beard as he sarcastically emphasised the word âLADYâ, making it obvious he thought I was a cheap whore looking for a fuck.
âNo thanksâ I said, âmy husband is getting me oneâ âNo you misunderstand, he said, a giggle passing between him and his friend, âit wasnât a request, LADY, it was a fucking statementâ he was licking his lips and looking me up and down, âfirst a drink and then me and my buddy here are going to take you outside, round the back and give you the fuck you been craving for, aint that right Sethâ. âYea, fuck you real good bitchâ, put in his equally loathsome friend.
God, where was Leon, and would he be able to do anything. These men looked real mean and Leon was no heavyweight, they would probably stomp him if he interfered. Shit, why the fuck did he insist on coming in here. I know he was a little drunk but still.
The two men were leaning in closer. Black teeth was running his right hand lightly higher and higher up my bare leg and flicking my hardening nipples with the back of his left. His partner was trying to finger my ass hole from behind as he moved his hand between the small slit in the back of my tightly moulded rubber mini dress.
Leon appeared at last, a big stupid smile on his face. He looked at the three of us and said with a bit of drunken bravado, âcan I help you gentlemenâ. Both of them looked at him and sniggered, âno thanks shithead, were helping ourselvesâ.
Leon, then saw the danger we were in, âAt lastâ I felt like shouting but knew we were in trouble. Leon tried to be brave, âleave us aloneâ he said, but really it sounded kinda whiny. Black teeth pulled a large bowie knife and said âwe all gonna a take a little trip outside, then you gonna watch us put to your bitchâ. Leon was by now visibly shaking, I on the other hand started to feel myself getting wet. Fuck what was going on, here I was about to raped at knife point and I was being turned on. Try as I might I couldnât help myself, a sheen of perspiration overwhelmed my body and the rubber dress started to stick even closed to my ample curves.
Suddenly there was another man beside us. âPut the fucking knife away Leroy, these people are with meâ.
Everybody looked at the man in front of us, no more than a couple of feet away. He was very tall, about six foot six, equalling the two bikers in height and probably weight although he was slimmer at the waist and filled his leather jeans to perfection. I looked at him and another burst of juice leaked out of my pussy. He was as black as coal, lithe like a cat, with a sureness about the way he looked, talked and acted.
âThis is fuck all to do with you Jackâ said Leroy. âWrongâ replied Jack, âlike I said, their, with meâ.
Leroy suddenly lunged with the knife, but Jack knew it was coming and quick as lightning had Leroy by the wrist, twisting him down to floor. The knife clattered out of his hand and Jack again swiftly applied sudden pressure to Leroys elbow and in the close proximity we heard bone crunch and snap even over the wailing juke box.