Jen's road to a black awakening continues...with a revelation.
"This cannot be happening!" Struggling in her chair had not succeeded in anything but almost tipping the chair over. With her legs tied to the legs of the chair, her waist tied to the back and her hands tied behind the back, falling over was not a situation she wanted to put herself in. Realizing that at the moment she had no option, other than to sit still for now, Jen decided to take stock of the situation with her friend.
She looked up just in time to see the large head slide from Melanie's lips, accompanied by a soft popping sound. Her eye makeup was a smeared mess with black tears running in multiple paths down her cheeks. Her hair, a sweat laden mop of dark red was plastered to her forehead, neck and cheeks. The same cheeks that were flushed and dotted with round red marks left by that assholes fingers gripping her face. She was still coughing and gagging a little with her head angled down-ward, cum/saliva mixture still dribbling from her lips.
"Oh my god...Melanie...are you ok?" Jen asked in a kinda-sorta loud whisper. Jen did not get an answer from Melanie; she did however get a chuckle from "the asshole". He had moved over to a counter off to the side. She looked up at him and he just smiled and pulled another "cigar" from a box on the counter and lit it. He just stood there, taking slow puffs and staring at her.
"What is he waiting for, why is he just standing there staring" she thought. She was determined to show she was not afraid of him, so she met his stare with one of her own. He only smiled and puffed.
Just on the lower edge of her vision she could make out movement. It didn't make sense at first because he was standing perfectly still. It registered a few seconds later..."that's his cock bouncing around" she thought to herself. She wanted to look, but she also realized the game he was playing. He wanted her to look, to break her defiant eye contact. She was afraid if she did, she would not be able to take her eyes off it, and he would "win". Bounce...bounce...bounce...Puff...bounce...bounce...bounce...puff, all the while staring at her, smiling.
"I will just take a quick look" Jen thought. Her husband had never made his dick bounce, twitch or anything else of the sort and she really wanted to see if that was what was really going on. "Maybe his other hand is down there making it move" she thought. Her next thought, "Yea that's what's going on...it's not moving by itself" was immediately followed by him picking up a glass of liquor...with his other hand. Still the movement down there continued. She had to know, with her resolve weakening, she finally gave in and dropped her eyes to his cock.
Sure enough, the damn thing was pointed right at her and bouncing up and down. It looked like a scene out of some twisted 3d video of a one-eyed snake. She could see the shaft going back to his body but only the plum sized head and the flaring hole was in focus. She tried to look away but couldn't, it bounced, it swayed and every so often the head would flex making it bigger for just a second.
Time seemed to stop, it was just her and the swaying, bouncing one-eyed head. Unconsciously she licked her dry lips and after a few minutes finally blinked. Her thighs muscles were flexing and the air seemed to be getting awful hot. Jen squirmed in her chair, which rubbed her clit against her soaked thong, sending tiny lightning bolts to her very core. Never in her life had she even heard of such, or even seen anything like what she was staring at. It seemed as if it had a life of its own, and it was staring at her...staring...
"STARING!" her mind screamed. The spell broken, she looked up into the face of the asshole with his ear to ear grin plastered on his face. "Ahh crap" she thought. He didn't gloat, just finished his "cigar" and his drink and headed toward the table where Melanie lay.
As she followed him with her eyes, Melanie came into view. Jen noticed that she had not raised her head, but she was not coughing anymore and her breathing had returned to a reasonably normal rythm, so Jen took that has a good sign. The asshole was moving around to the other end of the table though and that didn't bode well for Melanie. Jen watched him move along the far edge of the table, he was taking in every inch of Melanie's prone body.
"Body" was an understatement; Melanie was built like the proverbial porn star. She was by no means fat, she was just plain thick in all the right places. Jen could see her tits bulging out against the table, a slightly smaller waist and wide hips. "And I thought my ass was big...hers puts mine to shame." thought Jen. Even in the poor lighting, Jen could tell Melanie's body was in pretty good shape. Jen's assessment of Melanie's body was confirmed when the asshole slapped her ass cheek hard and palmed it. An ass cheek that didn't wobble around like jello, instead it just absorbed the hit and molded to his palm.
"Now that what I'm talkin bout...that's some prime grade A ass right there, yes indeed!"
"She's not just a piece of meat you know." Snaps jen with all the contempt she can muster.
"Your absolutely right, she is not just a piece of meat...she's MY piece of meat." he says with a grin. "Now if you don't mind, I have some unfinished business to take care of. Just sit tight and enjoy the show."
Melanie seemed resigned to her fate, she didn't struggle, while he was working her ass over with both his hands now. Squeezing the cheeks, spreading them open and peering down into her crack and pushing them together again. As a matter of fact Jen thought she saw her hips ever-so-slightly pushing back against his hands.
"It's the poor light" she thought. "No way would she willingly participate in such callous treatment". She felt she was responsible for the entire situation and thought she should apologize before... well, She couldn't finish that thought. "Melanie.....Melanie look at me". Melanie's head tilted to the side so that she was looking Jen's way. "This is all my fault...I'm so sorry, please, please forgive me" Jen begged.
"It's ok." Melanie replies witha slight slur.
Jen noticed that her friend was biting her lower lip, and her eyes had a far away glazed look to them. It seemed to Jen that Melanie was looking thru her, not at her. "Maybe she's in shock or something" thought Jen. "Or maybe she's drugged".
When Melanie's face scrunched up a little, Jen snapped her gaze back to the asshole. He was still holding one cheek, but he was in the process of pushing his middle finger from the other hand into Melanie's ass crack. She guessed it was going into Melanie's pussy, but she could not be sure.
"Please don't do this..." Jen pleaded. The asshole's only response was to look directly into Jen's eyes, pull his finger from "his" prime grade A ass and put it close to his nose. Jen watched him sniff his finger, a glisteningly wet finger.
