Abby's Bbc Revenge

Abby and Brandon were your picture perfect WASP Gen Z couple. Met in Freshman year at Oregon and have been steady ever since.

Abby, now a sports therapist, played volleyball for the Ducks. Blessed with hazel eyes, strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders, tanned skin, 36B breast and a gorgeously toned body. However, her greatest asset, was her perfectly shaped ass. 8 years of Volleyball and a religious glute day program was the foundation of this 8th wonder. She was a magnet for the Black and Latin guys at the gym, and knew they all snuck peaks when she walked by. She secretly enjoyed the attention her scrunched-butt shorts attracted. Although she found some of them to be cute, she never dared to even think about dating one. Her MAGA family would go DEFCON 3 on her. They weren't the red hat junior high school educated MAGA type; more of the boat club, country club, stock portfolio MAGA crew.

Brandon was the opposite of athletic. Not heavy set, but no muscle tone. He's the type who goes to a gym and uses his phone while on the treadmill. When you're in the hedge funds business, your phone is your actual wife. According to his alpha personality, he had it all. Twenty-five, six figure income, Tesla Cybertruck, Penthouse apartment and a goddess for a fiancé. He knew the men at the gym hated his guts. While he physically paled in comparison, he still had the White girl with the thick ass. Sometimes when walking past them with Abby, he'd give her a light pat on the ass to break their hearts.

From the outside, these two love birds had it all. Their Instagram pages were littered with trips to Mykonos, Niece, Singapore, First class amenities, dinners with good looking friends, front row concert seats and PGA chalets. The average IG surfer would shutter with envy. However, all that glitters isn't gold. Brandon, despite having a fiancé who needed no photoshop, wasn't faithful. He'd have an escort here and there on long business trips, but that's what men in finance do, right? Money, cocaine and ego are bad combination. Abby was made privy of this behavior by the wife of a colleague, Dani. "That's what men do Abby." She told herself. "These aren't women. There is no love. It's a service."

As Brandon packed a suitcase in the early morning for another business trip, she stood in the shower repeating her mantra: "These aren't women. There is no love. It's a service." She stepped out of the shower and examined her perfect body. It glistened from the expensive body wash. She turned her back to mirror and admired her perfect ass. Even though it was hers, it still got her wet. She walked out of the bathroom naked and parked herself in front of her fiancé.

"Wanna fuck my brains out before you leave?" She flirted.

Brandon, focused on packing. "Can't. Wheels up in two and I wanna beat traffic."

"Was he crazy?" She thought. Doesn't he know there are men who'd start wars over this ass? Thinking quick her feet she upped the ante. She moved in closer.

"I'll let you put it in my ass."

His attention still on his packing, "Please Abby, you cried every single time."

"Yeah that's because you like, try to jam it in." She fired back.

"Abs! I can't miss my flight!"

Feeling rejected, she retreated to the walk in closet and began to dress herself. As she pulled up her shorts, she stopped just below her ass, turned to the mirror and re-examined. "What is his problem?" She asked herself. In the distance she heard the front door slam.

The next morning, right before her 4AM run, her phone alerted her of a new text. She hoped it was Brandon. Maybe he's apologizing for a yesterday. She grabbed her iPhone from the dresser. But it wasn't Brandon. It was text message from an email address. "Brandonsucks" it read in the notifications center. She tapped the message.

"Brandon is a POS." It read.

"Who the fuck is this?!" She replied.

As the three dots began to dance, she frantically paced back and forth awaiting the response. The response finally came in. It wasn't a text but instead, a stack photos of Brandon and another woman. Abby stood in horror. She dropped to her knees. The mysterious whistleblower continued to flood the chat with photos of Brandon with the same woman. All marked with dates. But she wasn't a prostitute, it was Dani. Her heart pounded against her chest. She finally collected herself, opened the calendar app and compared the dates. They were all the dates of Brandon's business trips. "Wha-wha-what?"

She worked up the courage to reply.

"DANI! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!"

The dots danced again. This time it seem like they were mocking her.

"Abby, Dani is getting her asshole plugged by your husband in Chicago." They responded.

Suddenly, the room began to spin. Abby collapsed on the bed, curled into fetal position ,and bawled.

After lying in bed for what seem like an eternity, Abby, with her dried out eyes, examined the photos. They looked like a happy couple. What did Dani have that she didn't? Dani was slim, no ass, but had 36C breast. Brandon always told Abby he was an ass man. Abby's inner voice began to vomit a slew of questions:

"Does she take it rough in the ass?"

"Does she give better head than me?"

"Does he now like breast?"

"Does she scream his name?"

"Does he scream her name?"

She snapped out of the trance and closed the text app. The goddess now looked like a mere mortal. Desperate for answers, she tapped on the Chrome app and Googled "Why are men assholes?" As she scrolled through the results she thought to herself, "Abs, what the fuck are you doing?" She gave the screen one last flick of the thumb and saw an interesting video titled "Woman get's revenge on asshole date [REAL not scripted]." She tapped the video.

A towering muscular Black man with dreads approaches a white man with his face blurred out. The white man is on a date at an outdoor cafe. The Black man begins making passes at the white man:

"Bro, you're cute."

"Uhhh excuse me?"

"Yeah, why don't ditch her and come home with a king."

The white dude is speechless.

"Yeah I'll take care of you."

The Black begins to caress the white man's hair. The white man jumps out of his seat.

"DUDE! BACK THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"

"Bro don't act shy. You know you want this."

The Black man then makes a grab at his penis. The white man jumps back like a bat BACK into hell.

"DON'T FUCKIN TOUCH ME MAN! I'M CALLING THE COPS!"

The man's date, face blurred as well, is paralyzed with shock.

Suddenly a petite white woman steps into the frame.

"You don't like it right?! (His name bleeped out) remember, how you did this to me?!" She turns to his date. "He tried fondle me and called be bitch when I turned him down on our first date."

The woman slowly gets up and walks out of frame. The white man storms off in the opposite direction.

The Black man calls after him. "Asshole! You're a real jerk!"

The video stops. The sight of the Black man dominating the white man did something to her. She felt a surge between her legs. She became wet. She bit her bottom lip and paused for a minute. She then began taping on her phone: "Black guy fucks white girl." Her search results were flooded with interracial videos. She tapped one. As she watched, she felt her panties soaked. She tapped another. Then another, and soon went down a rabbit hole of interracial porn. Abby had watched porn before, but never interracial. Why would she? She would never fuck a Black guy. But suddenly she was turned on. Her interracial cherry had popped. As she continued down the interracial rabbit hole, unfamiliar terms had popped up. "PAWG." "What the fuck is a PAWG?" She googled the term: "Phat Ass White Girl: A White Woman with a large ass." She giggled. Then it dawned on her that she herself was a PAWG. She tapped on the video labeled "BBC destroys PAWG." As she watched the video, she was mesmerized by the waves the White woman's ass from each stroke she received from her Nubian lover. Abby found her free hand massaging her clit. "Was this happening?" She thought to herself. Was she getting off to Black cock? She gave in. Her hand took her on a roller coaster of ecstasy. A cacophony of gasps and whimpers filled the bedroom as she unlocked a new taboo. As the BBC on screen spent a thick pearl white rich load over the woman's buttocks, Abby reached an orgasm. But this wasn't a normal hip quivering orgasm. She squirted! She had never squirted before.

Abby lied in bed, gasping for air, she was overcome with a feeling of freedom. The combination of anger and lust made her pussy beg for more. She picked up her phone and swam deeper into the hole of interracial taboo:

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Slut takes 4 BBCs.

-Mom fucks son's Black bully.

-White slut gets asshole destroyed by BBC.

-College whore makes dad proud with BBC gang bang.

But there was one that caught her eye. "Amateur Bull fucks wife in front cuckold husband." She heard the term "cuck" being thrown around when Brandon and his colleagues were filled with liquor, but she never thought anything of it. She tapped the video:

A well endowed Black man is being straddled by a White woman. As the woman rides his dick, we see the camera pan down to reveal a white male stroking his dick. A dick that is clearly inferior to the woman's lover.

Abby's heart rate spiked. She began rubbing her clit once more. However, instead of focusing on one video, she began a taste test of multiple videos, until one caught her eye. "Bull uses BBC to humiliate husband and fuck wife." The thumbnail was of a white man sans pants on his knees in cuffs, his white wife bent over on a couch and a nude Black man holding the man by his head. She immediately played the video:

A white couple are on their knees and front of a hulking Black man. The woman is swallowing his thick Black cock. Her husband has his head bowed. The woman, still with the cock in her mouth, grabs her husband by the back of the head and makes him watch the sucking up close. The Black man slaps the husband. The wife follows suit and slaps the husband, while maintaining the sucking. The scene cuts to the woman bent over their bed. The Black man grabs the kneeling husband by the back of the head and mashes his face in the woman's asshole. "Eat that shit," he commands. The white man obliges (Slurp-Slurp-Slurp). The wife reaches back and slaps the husband. The Black man pushes him aside and slides his cock in the woman's asshole. She moans loudly from the breach. The Black man drills the tight asshole with a steady pace. Palming the woman's ass cheek with one hand, the Black man grabs the white man by the back of the head with the other. He pulls the white man's face in, giving him an up close look of his wife's ass fucking.

The video stops. Abby, still massaging her clit, plays the video again. This time she imagines herself as the woman and Brandon as the man. The video ends, she plays it once more, still massaging and timing her orgasm for the penetration. As the Black cock breaches the asshole, Abby finally lets the dam break. She shakes the walls of the penthouse with a lust filled howl. She immediately passes out.

As Abby regained consciousness, she realized that it was now the early afternoon. She spent her entire morning indulging in the social forbidden zone. She snapped back into the reality that her fiancé had been unfaithful. Her heart sank. However, the newly formed BBC slut inside her had an idea. She was going to get revenge by fucking a Black guy. And she exactly knew just where to get one. She squeezed into a pair of black compression tights that she had sized out of earlier in the season. The smaller fit made her ass look extra big and complimented her thighs. She coupled it with a neon pink crop top, guaranteeing attention. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Brandon. Her heart raced. She let it go to voicemail. She inhaled and exhaled, then played the message.

"Hey Abs. Conference got cancelled-"

There was not conference, it was an affair. The sound of his lying voice brought tears to her eyes, but also fueled the burning desire for revenge. And Then,

"I'll be home tonight. Love you." Message ended.

She panicked. If he comes home tonight, she wouldn't be able to get her revenge. Frustrated, she began raining blows on the mattress. Then it dawned on her, the video. Why not humiliate him with her revenge? She pulled up the video once more for another taste. Her pussy was engorged. Tempted for another session, she caught herself. If she was going to do something like this she had to act fast. But would someone at the gym be game for something like this? She could possibly be labeled a creep and kicked out of the gym. Double loser if that happens. Not to mention the embarrassment. FUCK IT! She stormed out the apartment.

Abby's heart raced made her way to the free weight zone of the gym. She scanned the area looking for an accomplice. She made her way to the squat racks, station dead center of the floor. As she warmed up, she intentionally put more wiggle in her ass, setting the bait. Crickets. No bites. No eyes. All men were focused. This was odd and heartbreaking. On any other day, she simply had to breathe and dicks a plenty would be in her face. This hurt more than the cheating. Fighting back tears, she began loading weights on the bar. Then,

"Hey no disrespect, but can I work in with you?" A deep booming voice inquired.

She turned around and was met by a hulking Black man. At least 6'6, broad shoulders, dreads, and defined muscles that looked as he'd been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. The Nubian god left her speechless. Her heart pounded with lust. Her pussy began to moisten. Her asshole puckered.

"Ah, my apologies, I'll wait." The voice boomed. She caught herself.

"No-no, you can. I just zoned out. Long day." She recovered. "As a matter of fact, you can go first."

"Thank you. Let me know what weights you want and I'll load em up for you."

"That's so sweet of you."

"Raleek (Rah-Leek)." He extended is fist.

"Abby." She responded with a bump.

As Raleek loaded the bar. Abby took more of him in. His back was huge. He smelled nice. His dreads were neat. Her mouth watered at the thought of his dick. He began to squat. She was hypnotized by his immaculate form. Then, she noticed the back of his shirt, "It's always a Bi-Week for me." What the hell is that? Raleek re-racked the bar.

"Your turn." He smiled. "How much?"

"Um, like 175." She replied. Hoping her new PR would impress him.

"Nice!"

"Um, what does your shirt mean?"

"Oh, I'm Bi. Yeah, my sister got it for me as a gag gift last pride. Jokes on her, I love it."

"Yeah. It's hilarious." Suddenly overcome with confidence and bravery, she struck, "Hey this is going to sound super sketch, but it's not." She came closer to him and made her proposal. As she proposed her plan to Raleek, he experienced a plethora of feelings. "Please?" She concluded.

Raleek took a moment. He looked at Abby, taking in her amazing body. He subtly licked his lips.

"Aight, cool." He confirmed.

Abby's heart raced with excitement. This was it! She was full on out of her comfort zone. The two continued discussing their plan, and left the gym.

Upon returning to the penthouse, Abby's phone chimed. It was a text from Brandon.

"15 minutes." It read.

She began scrambling to set the stage for her kinky revenge: She put on her La Perla lingerie and her Bvlgari perfume. From their box of kinks, she placed the handcuffs, ankle shackles, blind fold, and vibrator on the bed. She suddenly overcome with guilt. "What the fuck am I doing?" She thought about calling Raleek and cancelling the plan. She picked up her phone to call but a force guided her thumb to the text app, displaying the proof of Brandon's infidelity. Her blood boiled at the sight of the evil smiles. They were laughing at her. She closed the app and revisited her favorite video. The boiling blood turned into lust. She received a text from Rahleek.

"Still on? If you change your mind, that's cool 2."

"Nope. Still on. He's about 10 minutes away. I'll leave the door unlocked. I already told the doorman we're expecting you and not to buzz us." She replied. She was sure, no turning back. Rahleek replied with a thumbs up. She played music on the sound system. Loud enough to mask Rahleek's anticipated entrance, but low enough to maintain her cover. She poured two glasses of Blue Label. She took a sip. The door opened. It was Brandon, the fly had landed on the web. As he reached back to lock the door,

"Don't move a fucking muscle!" She commanded, walking toward him while undoing the front her robe. He perfect abs, breast and shaved pussy were on display, catching the prey off guard.

"Uh, ok." Brandon replied meekly, putting his hands in the air.

"You thought you were going to leave me all alone? And then just come back like nothing happened?" Brandon was speechless. "Drop that fucking bag and get in the fucking room!"

Brandon was shocked, and a bit turned on. However, he did as commanded. As he walked past the kitchen counter he paused.

"Can I at least have a drink first?" He inquired.

"Down them quick if you know what's fucking best for you!" She barked.

He immediately downed both glasses and made his way to the bedroom. Greeted by the kink spread on the bed, his dick responded with a full blooded erection.

"Strip!" She commanded. He began removing his clothes.

"I don't know what happened these past hours, but I am loving this new Abs." He replied.

It was evident the liquor was taking effect. Brandon was always a bit of prom queen when it came to hard liquor. Finally he was down to his pathetic birthday suit, showcasing his 5 inch full staff erection. It was a joke compared to the Nubian gods Abby saw in the videos.

"Good boy." She complimented. "Now turn around and face the wall."

She secured his wrist with the handcuffs while kissing the side of his neck. She slowly traced her hands down to his ankles and tethered them to each other with the shackles.

"I was wondering when we would use those." He interrupted.

She giggled. She ran her hands up his backside and placed.

"Lights out." She teased, placing the blindfold over his eyes.

He was now helpless, and ripe for the planned revenge. The integrity of his posture began to wear, an indication that he was fully intoxicated.

"Abs, what do you have pla-" She gagged him with his boxer briefs.

She straddled him from behind and began kissing his back, summoning his goosebumps. A muffled moan barely escaped his mouth. She reached around and began stroking his shaft with one hand and massaging the head with the vibrator. He did his best to maintain his posture, but the combination of alcohol and pleasure was breaking his defenses. Abby noticed a presence in the mirror. A big black shadow. She smirked. It was on. The music, alcohol and edging provided cover for Raleek's entrance. Brandon's hips began to jerk and spasm. He was near climax.

"Nope!" Abby teased. Immediately removing her grip and the vibrator. "Not yet, I have a special night planned for all of us."

She pushed him causing him to stumble backwards, and landing on an ottoman. Raleek, positioned behind him, wore a devilish smirk. He was ready to carry out his mission. Brandon pushed out the gag.

"All of us?" He inquired.

"Yeah, all of us motherfucker!" Raleek bellowed.

Brandon, shocked by the booming voice, attempted to rise from the ottoman. But his restraints made it difficult. Raleek immediately placed him in a chokehold, preventing him from screaming. He struggled to break free, but he was no match for Raleek's raw strength.