Bath over and feeling a little better, if not a little tipsy from the full bottle of wine she drank, Jen settled into her bed to relax. She couldn't however, because she could still hear that damned foul-mouthed music. Looking at the clock, it was now nearly 10pm. "That's it "she thought, "I'm calling security". After placing the call she put on her robe and went to the room near the back of the house that had a window that looked out over toward the bastards house so she could see him get confronted by security. After waiting about 10 minutes a security cruiser pulls up to his house and the officer gets out. She recognized the officer, it was Mrs. Garret or for friends, Melanie. Melanie walked up to the door and knocked and after waiting a few minutes it opened. They spoke for a few minutes, and things seemed to be going smoothly when it became clear that Melanie was becoming suspicious of something going on inside the house. After Melanie stepped inside, Jen lost her visual contact and hustled to another window to see if she could see inside the house. After 10 or 15 minutes, she noticed a faint light in the kitchen area. She strained to see if she could see her friend but it was not enough light. She could see movement but just could not make out any definition. After 30 minutes, she checked the original window and the security car was still there. Now she was afraid for her friend, and decided she should do something. Maybe it was the wine, or just fear for her friend, but Jen got dressed and hurried over to the house and knocked on the door. This would prove to be a moment that would change her life.
The door opened and there stood the arrogant asshole. She recognized him as the rude man that kept staring at her day after day. He stood there for a couple minutes and made no effort to hide his eyes roaming all over her body, with that stupid grin on his face. He was wearing loose fitting sweat pants and no shirt. Jen could smell the super strong odor of marijuana and something else that she could not put her finger on. Now that she was here, face to face with him, she froze; she could not make her mouth work. Finally she blurted out "I noticed Mrs. Garret's car here and I wanted to ask a favor of her". He didn't speak a word, only stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. Jen was unsure what to do now, she had assumed Melanie would come to the door or be in the living room or something. Going into the house had not been something she had thought of, but if her friend was in trouble she had to help. If it had not been for her call, Melanie would not be in trouble. After a few seconds of indecision, Jen stepped inside.
As she followed him down a hallway, she took a closer look at him. He was tall, easily 6ft and he was bald. She knew this already from seeing him from her deck, but now she was standing close to him and it was intimidating. His body, what she could see of it was well muscled and his skin was dark brown. The little voice in her head screaming that what she was doing was not safe prompted her to try and keep track of her position in the house. She figured they must be heading toward the kitchen, a fact that proved to be true. However, Jen was not prepared for what she saw when she turned to corner and walked thru the doorway. She had found Melanie, and it became clear why she had not come to the door.
Melanie was on her stomach, naked and tied to the kitchen table spread eagle. She had a pillow under hips and duct tape on her mouth. Jen could not believe it! She started over to her friend but was held up by a strong hand grabbing her arm. He dragged her over to a chair that was off to the side of the table and tied her to it, all without saying as much as a single word. Then he left the way he came in after stopping at Melanie's clothes and grabbing her keys. "OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?" thought Jen. This was all her fault, if she hadn't called, none of this would be happening. She looked at her friend and saw the fear in her eyes and Jen's fear doubled. Looking closer at her friend she noticed the smudged makeup, and the small puddle of liquid on the floor directly beneath Melanie's head. The significance of the puddle became evident when her captor returned and walked over to Melanie's head and pulled down his sweatpants. Jen could not believe what she was looking at and she just stared open mouthed. It was the biggest dick she had ever seen in her life. Oh she had heard the rumors about black men, but just put them down to exaggerations. Yet here one was and it was huge, easily 8 inches long and very thick, and it was not even hard yet. Jen could see moisture on it, and that's when everything came together, the smudged makeup, the puddle... he was forcing Melanie to suck his dick. Jen's heart began beating hard, her breath quickened..."They were going to be raped" she thought. She tried to scream but with the music playing so loud she doubted anyone would hear her. Apparently he had done something with the cruiser as well so until the dayshift officer came in, no one was going to come looking for the Melanie, and subsequently her either.
Jen just stared in disbelief as the their captor took his pants completely off, stood in front of Melanie and slowly jacked himself while smoking what looked to Jen like a cigar except it smelled like marijuana. As he stroked his ever growing dick, he would occasionally slap Melanie across her cheek with the head and laugh. Finally, when it was about ¾ hard, he grabbed a tube of something and spread its contents all over the head of his dick, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head up at the same time ripping the duct tape off Melanie's mouth. Melanie's mouth opened in a scream and was immediately silenced by the big black dick. The table put her mouth at the perfect height for this oral assault, with her head pulled back like it was he had her mouth and throat aligned perfectly and he took full advantage of this. The first stroke put 2 inches into her mouth, but he didn't pull back, he just kept pushing forward till another 2 inches disappeared. At that point he just held it there, looked over at Jen and just smiled and took another puff of his "cigar". Jen looked at her friend and could see her eyes watering; she could see her struggling to breathe and more and more saliva starting to leak around the edges of the thick black cock. Looking on the floor she saw the saliva puddle and off to the side lay the tube he had just used. It was a tube of oral gel. Jen could not understand the need for it; or rather that someone would actually do something like that. She was jolted out of her thoughts by the first words their captor spoke..."OH FUCK YEA BITCH".
