This is a story about a house on Devante Dr. otherwise thought of as Deviant Dr. Every house on the block had a secret hidden behind the door. Every house was a den of sins and iniquity. This is the story of the deviance in the house with the Black Door.
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Frank Stevens stared at his phone, as his wife opened the thoughtfully wrapped tennis bracelet, that exactly matched the diamond encrusted one that his secretary had picked out and wrapped last year. It was their 10th anniversary and Frank was distracted. He was always distracted. Millicent knew Frank wasn't cheating, he was just busy, too invested in his business to pay attention to his marriage. It was only because his secretary pushed him out the door and made the reservation at the restaurant that he even remembered it was his anniversary.
Millicent smiled and thanked him politely for the gift. Frank paid the check and they headed out the door. They were walking to the parking garage a block from the eatery, when Derek Waters stepped out of the alley. He grabbed Millicent by the neck and pointed a gun at her head. Frank still watched his phone unaware that his wife was in peril, until she started to scream only to get the gun jabbed into the side of her neck. The resulting squeak was enough to bring Frank's attention away from his phone.
Derek pulled Millicent deeper into the darkened alley. Frank stepped forward to stop them but Derek waved his gun at him. "Stay right there, bitch." Derek said. "Give me the money, phone, and the valuables. Don't make me shoot your pretty wife."
Frank grabbed his wallet and phone tossing them on the ground a few feet from Derek. Derek shifted his hand and ended up with a handful of tit. Millicent was a bottle blonde 5'5" but in her heels 5'9", she was well built with enough padding in the front to grip and based on the way that her ass was rubbing his cock she was carrying enough booty to make his BBC stand at attention. Derek looked over at the string bean she was apparently with, he was no more than 5'9" himself and balding. He was out of his league with the sex kitten Derek was currently feeling up.
Derek was 6'3" and muscled. His large cock was swelling against her ass, wasn't the best timing for the snake to rear it's one eye, but scared and squirmy were apparently a great turn on for him. He decided that the best way to feed the beast was with the snack on hand. He started dragging her deeper into the alley. "Come on, asswipe. Might as well get educated on how a piece like this needs to be dicked."
"Don't hurt her." Frank pleaded. He followed them into the alley. When Derek pushed Millicent into a recessed doorway, there was a very dim bulb to barely illuminate the area. Derek put the gun in his waistband and pulled out a knife.
"Just in case, Mr. Hubby gets some kind of idea about being a hero, I hope you know I am willing to kill you. Tell him to do what I say and you see tomorrow."
"Frank, just do what he says. We will be okay." Millicent said calmly. Derek placed the knife against the sweetheart neckline of her silk dress and began to cut. Her lace covered breasts spilled into view.
Derek groaned. "That is what I am talking about, slut." He gripped her tit tightly still holding the knife in the other hand. He twisted her nipple roughly, causing her to moan.
He pulled her skirt up and gripped her thigh tightly, he pulled her legs wide. His fingers brushed her pussy finding the snaps of her body suit. "Oh, you fucking cum slut. I knew you were looking for a good dicking."
He popped the snaps and used his fingers to probe her soft wet hole. She shivered hard and bit her lip. She didn't want to show how good it felt. The fear was sending adrenaline through her body heightening her reaction to the stimulus. He leaned in and whispered hotly in her ear, "You need this so bad, don't you baby. Let me take care of that sweet pink."
He stepped back slightly, and undid his pants. The thud of his heavy cock, slapping his thigh, was like a shotgun blast in the dark. "Hold it, slut. Grab that cock."
Millicent tried to hold it but her hand could not wrap around it. "It won't fit." She whimpered.
"Trust me it will fit, just not comfortably. But it is going to be the most erotic pleasurable pain. You going to cum rivers just to get it to fit. That is what your body is designed to do."
Frank growled. He knew that he couldn't protect her. This animal was going to get whatever he wanted. What he wanted was Millicent.
Derek turned slightly and caught Frank staring down at the huge cock that was about to ruin his wife. He suddenly wanted to know what this poor slut had been stuck with all this time. "Don't need you running off trying to get help while I am balls deep in your woman. Take off your pants. Don't get cute, bare pickle, little bitch."
Frank removed his pants, embarrassed because seeing his wife being molested had given him a hard-on. Derek looked at the 6-inch joke of a cock and started laughing. He turned his 12-inch monster toward Frank. "Not to quote Crocodile Dundee but... that's not a cock, this is a cock. I am going to tear that pussy so far open you will feel the wind whistling around your cocktail wiener every time you try to go in from now on."
Millicent cringed as he turned back to her. He gripped her thigh and placed his cock against her opening. "Not going to be gentle little slut. Hang on and let daddy Derek ruin you a little bit."
Millicent cried out as Derek rammed a Mack Truck through her vagina. The burn and bruising were causing her pussy lips to stretch and drag down his huge cock. She lifted on her toes trying to escape, but Derek wasn't letting go. He followed her up pushing harder and deeper trying to bury more than the first 4 inches he rammed in so far.
Frank groaned at the sight of his wife's beautiful cunt wrapped so tightly around Derek's shaft. Derek glanced over at Frank and was slightly stunned that the white bred twerp was jacking his dick as his wife got raped by a black man. Millicent had tears streaming down her face at the invasive pain. But soon her body started lubing things up and his slide became easier.
Derek looked at the tear tracks streaking her mascara down her face and struggled to go deeper. He was lifting and dropping her on his meat to get more cock wet. The sight of her tears was getting him even hotter.
"You see that, little slut? You see your man stroking that dick while I ruin your pussy. He likes the look of you roasting on BBC. Can't say as I blame him, that pussy looks mighty vulgar stretched like that."
Millicent gasped as she saw Frank was indeed fisting his cock. "Oh my god."
"I think you should show him what a good dick can do to a fine ass slut like yourself. Porn moan and dirty talk, that will show that tiny dick what you like."
"You want me to act like I like this?" Millicent asked in shock.
"I think you should enjoy it little slut. I think you should let yourself be selfish and not be all uptight and really feel what this dick can do to you. Don't seem like your man has any problem enjoying."
Millicent looked at her husband wanking his pencil in the middle of a dirty alley while she was being raped by a huge BBC and came to some decisions. It was nice that he was finally seeing her, but maybe it was time she stopped seeing him. She had been runner up for his attention for years. Here in her hour of need he was more selfish than she could imagine anyone being. Getting himself off while she was being raped... inconceivable.
There was no reason to spare Frank's feelings at this point and anything she could do to end this nightmare sooner was worth trying. "Oh, yes d-d-da-daddy. Give it to me. Give it to your little slut."
