Deviant Dr - Blac Door

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."

Derek growled, Frank whimpered and Millicent moaned. "I love that big black cock. It fills me beyond full. Ruin me Daddy."

Derek growled and pushed deeper. She was getting wetter with every thrust, softening and opening for his invasion. Her throaty moans and dirty mouth were working on all of them. Frank was biting his lip trying not to cum, but he was so close.

"Get them titties out little ho." Derek said sliding in and out. Millicent adjusted her bra so her breasts were free. They wobbled with each thrust of his cock. Derek licked his lips. "Love to see them titties dance while I drill this little hole. Someday soon I am going to use them as handles while I drill that ass. Such a sweet booty for a little white slut."

"Yes, daddy. Oh fuck that is deep." She was panting as he continued to move her up and down his cock.

"You know what you are if you cum on this cock? Do you?" Derek asked feeling the flutter of her orgasm approaching. "You cum on this dick you going to forever be a slave to the BBC. That little white boy dick ain't never going to do it for you again. So come on baby. Get ready for that new life and cum for me slut."

"Oh god yes, Daddy Derek." Millicent screamed as her pussy contracted around the 8 inches of cock that he had stuffed in her wanton hole.

"You cumming and you ain't even got all I got to give. Let me in baby girl. Soak my big daddy dick with all that slut juice." Derek gripped her hair and thrust even harder, getting more of his prick buried in her soft warm wetness.

Frank watched another 2 inches lodge themselves in the tight hole of the woman he married 10 years ago today and lost the battle with his orgasm. Gooey white ropes of cum splatted to the pavement between himself and the rapist using his wife so vulgarly. Frank felt light headed from the explosive orgasm and tingles traveled up and down his spine.

"You see that little bitch just cum from watching me bury my meat in his own wife's pussy. You would think he was watching some porn hub shit the way he wacked at that poor excuse for a dick. Seems to me you been deprived, baby girl. Don't worry though, Daddy Derek is going to fix all that. This pussy won't have to starve anymore. Daddy Derek is going to own all your baby slut holes and make sure they get used proper and often."

Millicent was climbing yet another orgasm and tried to comprehend what Derek was saying to her but it was no use. It sounded like dirty talk and it worked to push her into another climax.

Derek felt the contractions and let go. His semen spewed from the end of his dick, filling her pussy beyond capacity. Frank groaned as the sticky white fluid spilled around the base of Derek's cock, smearing around the stretched lips of his wife's smooth hairless pussy. Frank imagined licking up Derek's mess, soothing his wife's over used cunt with his tongue. Frank groaned as his cock twitched with excitement.

Derek pulled back and lowered Millicent's leg to the ground. He buttoned his pants then grabbed the wallet and phone Frank had thrown to him earlier. He took the bracelet from her wrist and the purse she had dropped. He turned to Frank. "Devante Drive isn't very far from here. I have friends so you might want to forget my face, you get me?"

Frank nodded and swallowed hard as the black man ran down further into the dark of the alley, crossing into spills of light every so often. Frank blushed with shame as he pulled up his pants and saw his cum congealing on the asphalt.

Millie rested against the filthy door, haloed in the dim light. She was a little shell shocked as she watched Frank come closer.

"Honey, are you okay?" Frank asked gently taking her shaking hand. "Do you want to go to the police, or the hospital?"

"You heard him, he will kill us or have us killed if we go to the police. He didn't hurt me. I am just scared. Can we just go home so I can shower?"

"Are you sure? I do not care what that punk says. If you want to go to the police, I will protect you."

"You will protect me? That is a fucking laugh. You jacked off while I was raped in an alley."

"Baby, I know it is too fucked up for words, I just did not want him to hurt you so I stayed back."

"The staying back was fine, it was the cumming on the ground that sort of put me in a mood." Millie's sarcasm was a good sign. Frank wrapped an arm around her and headed toward the parking garage where their car was.

Frank got Millie home and into the shower. He called the credit card companies and the cell company to report everything lost while she stood in the hot spray. When Frank was done, he went to find her. She sat huddled on the bathtub floor with the water spraying over her.

"Come on baby." Frank said turning off the water and holding up a towel for her. He dried her off and tucked her naked into bed. He turned off the lights and crawled in next to her. He held her as she lay there numbly.

They had been in the bed for 30 minutes when she began to speak. "I am not sure what I am supposed to be feeling right now, but I do not think it is this."

"How are you feeling?" Frank whispered holding her closer.

"I would think I would be scared, or ashamed, or unclean, or angry at him or I don't know. But this what I am feeling cannot be the right reaction." Millie whispered.

"There is no wrong or right. What are you feeling?" Frank implored. "Tell me and let me help."

"Okay emotionally, I am irritated at you. I mean you jacked off, really?" Millie sighed because even that was not the level she would assume to be normal given the circumstances. "I am ... I don't know how else to say it but I am horny."

"What?" Frank whispered, positive that he had misheard.

"I think I am horny. I am trying to conjure up the correct emotion but every time I replay it in my head, I hear the dirty words I said, I feel his huge cock splitting me open, I see you so turned on you are unable to control yourself." Millie turned in his arms to face him. "Does that make me a sicko?"

"Baby, you are allowed to feel anything you want. You were raped." Frank whispered. She moaned and he froze. He watched her face melt as she bit her lip. "You were raped." He said again. Millie's eyes went glassy as she moved against him. He felt his cock harden against her belly.

She reached down and gripped him. "Is it turning you on?" Millie asked. "Are you thinking about that big black cock skewering my tiny pussy?"

"Yes." Frank moaned into her hair trying to hide his shame. Millie continued to play with his erection.

"Did you like being naked in front of him? Knowing how big he was and how tiny you are?"

"Yes." Frank panted trying not to cum as she continued stroking him.

"Once I got past the terror, I really like how much it hurt to be stretched that much." Millie said thinking absently.

"Did you like talking dirty for him?"

"Yes, it really turned me on."

"How would you feel if he got you pregnant?"

Millie shuddered in his arms. She did not voice it but that idea made her hot.

"I am going to stick my insignificant cock in your ruined hole now honey. You stop me if it is too much."

Millie snorted.

"I meant emotionally." Frank snapped even as he rolled her and slid his aching cock into her warm wet pussy. It was so very lubed.

"You are sloshing around in his cum." Millie said against his ear. "When you cum you can get down there and lick all that nasty spunk out of me."

Frank gripped the sheets on either side of her trying desperately not to explode. But her words and the extra wetness were working his brain as well as his cock. He pumped three more times before he started cumming in short quick bursts.

Millie groaned in frustration as she put her hand on his head and pushed him down. She pushed his face into her over used groin and smeared the messy wetness across his mouth. "Tongue me bitch boy." Millie growled. "Use that tongue to clean that mess. Since your dick can't get me off we are going to try your mouth for a change."

Frank moaned and began lapping like a starving man. Soon Millie was screaming and adding more mess for him to clean.

A week later, Frank lay in bed next to Millie. She was restless but he had already run down the details of the rape, used a big black dildo on her and eaten her mess like the bitch boy he was but she was still needy. He got up and got her a sleeping pill so she could get some rest.

Once she was conked out Frank grabbed his iPad and began searching the internet for solutions. He came across a cam site where a sweet looking soccer mom sat on the bed in her yoga pants and tank top putting lotion on her elbows, there is a knock at the door and when she answered the door a huge black man walked in and flashed a wad of cash at her. She took the money and sank to her knees in front of him then pulled down his pants and got slapped by a giant black cock. She smiled and started gripping and sucking right away.

The cam went black because he had not paid to view it, but the idea started. Frank had weird dreams all night long about work and money and BBC and Millie. The more he tossed and turned the more his brain filtered all of the information in his subconscious. When the alarm went off the next morning, he had an idea. He got up and got dressed, kissed Millie good-bye and headed to the office.

Frank spent much of the morning in his office learning about cam sites and how they worked, how much money they made, what equipment was needed. Then he went to various fetish sites and started placing ads. Soon he was responding to more inquiries than he thought possible. He looked at the clock and realized that he had not even begun working on his job and it was almost 2 pm. He buzzed his secretary and told her that he was going to leave early.

On his way home he stopped at an electronics store and dropped three thousand dollars on equipment.

Millie wandered the big house alone, desolate and needy. She had been trying to find anything to occupy her but all she could think about was Daddy Derek and how right he was about her being a slave to the BBC. She wanted and needed like a crack whore looking for a taste. She was about to go do something drastic like cruise over to the park and see if she could find a BBC to abuse her for a while when Frank came in the front door loaded with packages.

"What is all this?" Millie asked looking at the plethora of equipment.

"I have an idea. I know that it is crazy but I want you to hear me out." Frank said setting everything down and leading her to the couch. "I am thinking that you should become a BBC whore."

Millie choked, considering she had been about to walk out that door to do the very thing he was suggesting was a bit creepy. He was her husband, wasn't he supposed to be jealous and possessive?

"I found this site where this woman gets money from black guys then she fucks them anyway they want and it is streamed live to the internet." Frank was so excited he was practically bouncing up and down. "Then people pay a fee to watch the video feed. It is very lucrative."

"You want me to become a prostitute and a pornstar?"

"For black men, yes."

"Are you seriously saying this?" Millie wheezed trying to catch her breathe.

"Look Millie, I know you are craving it. I know that you need it. Why not capitalize on it?" Frank said. "It is partly my fault and I know that but I want to make this right. I did a lot of research and placed a couple ads. If you agree, I can get it set up tonight and we can start working tomorrow. If it goes well I can quit my job and we can do it full time, we can set up scenes and I can be in the room watching and wanking on camera. There are a ton of people who like the cuck thing. We can do this, what do you think?"

"Is this going to end our marriage?" Millie asked.

"No, baby. This is going to save us. All that time that I spent ignoring you for work, over. All that need you have to be fucked, I like it and want you to have it. Every night you sleep in my arms. We do this together and we stay together." Frank smiled as he brushed the hair off her forehead. "What do you say?"