"OK, let's finish up in Mom and then we can move on to new games...maybe get Dad in on the picture." Traze said this, much to Sandra's horror.
Mick was still enjoying the squeeze of her cunt muscles around his cock as she rode him hard. Her cuffed hands pressed firmly into his muscled chest. Each time she bottomed out on his cock, she could feel his straining shaft that much closer to orgasm.
"That's it, Mom. You almost got Mick ready to blow! Keep up the good work!" Traze said.
Meanwhile Vick and Jamal dragged the two daughters over to the bed to kneel, their hands cuffed behind their backs, and their faces thrust forward to get a good view of their mother's forced fucking.
Avril and Petyon's tortured eyes followed the sight of their beautiful mother's pussy engulfing the big, black cock, then rising up - only to come slamming back down to the sound of feminine grunts and male groans. Mick was still enjoying fondling Sandra's tits, but he couldn't hold back much longer. His cock felt ready to burst, pulsating in the brunette's slick hole as she ground on top of him.
"Aaaaahhh FUCK!" he shouted. Mick groaned, his big fingers pinching Sandra's nipples hard as he emptied his cum in the brunette's snatch.
Sandra moaned as she felt the sick bastard fill her with his seed. 'I have to figure out a way to free my girls!' she thought. 'There must be something I can do! Oh god...maybe if I can distract them with my body for long enough...' As possible scenarios played through her head for what she might do to distract their captors and give her daughters the opportunity to escape, Mick's spent cock flopped free. He pushed her aside, then grabbed her by the neck and dragged her over to the basement steps.
Meanwhile Vick and Jamal set about tying Peyton in spread-eagled position face-up on the bed. Once they had her wrists and ankles secured, the two cruel men then tied Avril naked and spread-eagled face-down on top of her older sister. The effect was arousing, with Petyon's and Avril's pussies and Avril's puckered hole exposed for all to see.
Jamal and Vick stood back, admiring their accomplishment. Jamal sighed. "Damn, those two bitches look hot, all tied up together. It makes me wish I could be the meat in that naked girl sandwich, ya know?"
"I hear you," Vick replied.
The two men turned to Traze, their de facto leader. "What now, big man?"
Traze grinned. "Now we take Mom upstairs and play with Dad a bit. Let's give the blonde cunts a chance to rest." Traze stalked over to the whimpering girls, leaning over to hiss in their ears. "Are you bitches gonna be good and quiet if we leave you down here? Or do I have to gag those pretty mouths?"
Peyton spoke up right away. "No, Sir! Please! We'll be quiet. We promise!"
"You call each of us 'Master' from now on, got it girls?"
"Yes Master!" both girls chirped in unison. Their fear was palpable, and it made Traze's cock rock-hard.
"OK, then. We'll be back in a while. Try not to make each other orgasm." He chuckled at his cruel joke as he and the other men dragged Sandra upstairs.
Sandra's mind was whirling. She took stock of the tools lying out as they entered the kitchen. There was a gleaming butcher's knife lying on the marble countertop. If she could somehow get to it...
'I'd slash all their cocks off if I could,' she thought, her helplessness fueling her anger. But who was she kidding? Even if she did get to the knife, there were still four big, strong black men and just one of her. Her plans for escape became muddled by fearful anticipation as they dragged her up the flights of stairs to the attic where her husband was being kept.
'What are they going to do to me? Oh god. What if they hurt Mike?' Thoughts of her husband made Sandra's adrenaline kick in to overdrive. She had to do something!
With her hands still cuffed in front of her, the naked brunette went sprawling on the attic floor as Mick shoved her down in front of her husband. Mike was an athletic man with a trim build. He ran often, and his lean, angular face definitely fell under the 'handsome' category. The middle-aged man's dark eyes rounded out in horror at the sight of his naked wife thrust at his feet.
Mike was still fully clothed in his suit coat, tie, and pants. The clothes were all rumpled, a good reflection of the dazed look on Mike's tortured face. Traze and his thugs had tied the man's hands above his head to one of the low-hanging rafters. His legs were straight out, both ankles bound tightly together with a zip tie.
"Well, hey there husband. How do you like this? We've been having fun with your wife! See?" Mick taunted the man by leaning beside Sandra, forcing her thighs open with his hands to show the traces of his cum still oozing from her pussy.
As Mike's face filled with fury and then despair, Mick continued to torment him. "Yeah, slugger. Your wife's cunt squeezed my cock like she was born to fuck a huge, hard black penis. And you know what? She loved every second of it. Look at her nipples? They're pretty hard, aren't they? They're aroused as shit, and you know it, white boy. Your wife loved every minute she rode my cock, and I thanked her for it in a big way." While Mick continued to goad and infuriate the tied-up husband, a new idea popped into Traze's sadistic head.
"Hey, brothers. Why don't we at least ease her poor hubbie's suffering? Would you like that, Mike? Remembering the name on the driver's license, Traze took a knife from his chest of 'toys' and proceeded to rip away Mike's business attire, shredding the clothes in the process. At first Mike struggled, but when he realized that all the good it would do him would be to just get himself cut, he wisely sagged in his bonds.
It took less than a minute for Traze to strip Mike down to his birthday suit. He glanced over at Sandra, kneeling naked, her cum-tainted pussy just barely visible between her lush thighs.
"OK, bitch. We're going to be nice to you for a change. Crawl over here and give your husband some loving. I bet he's getting blue balls from staring at your naked ass."
Traze took a step back and waited for things to play out. He watched with deep satisfaction, his cock elongating as the big-breasted brunette crawled forward and bent over her husband's prick. It was still flaccid, but the moment her hands wrapped around the base of it, it came to life.
Mike groaned, looking down at his wife's hands. Sandra looked her dear husband in the eyes. She mouthed 'I'm sorry, but I have to do this' at the man she loved before slowly engulfing his cock in her mouth. Mike's groans intensified, and soon his protests filled the room.
"No, Sandy! Stop this! This is sick! Oh god...uhhh...don't help them like this. Where are our daughters?"
The four black men chuckled, and Vick grinned. "Don't worry, white boy. They're safe enough. We stuffed 'em both full of cock until they squealed. Now both sore, cum-soaked pussies are tied up on the bed in the basement. We can take you to see them later if you want."
