It was a hot, mid-August day in Southeast Louisiana. Cherish was at home, lying in bed, soaking in the cool a/c of her small New Orleans duplex and enjoying the cum comma she was left in before Stacy went in to work this morning. She was awaken by the noise of lawn equipment. Ugh... it's too early. She thought. It was only... she rolls over lazily feeling the poof of the feather bed billow beneath her supple naked body... shit. It's almost noon already. She didn't get in from work til 3 am, then Stacy showed up drunk and horny.
It's been that way for years, Stacy showing up in the middle of the night, needing comfort. She stretches like a cat and finds herself invigored by the feel of silk sheets over tender nipples and small welts. Fuck. I want her, again. She nurses a bruised breast in one hand as she slides her hand down her soft body to cup and hold her throbbing clit. The noise of a mower running under her bedroom window distracts her from her fantasies and the memory of this morning. She smiles thinking of her favorite smell next to fresh brewed coffee is freshly mowed grass. Cherish looks up and notices one of the lawn men, a large man of Mexican decent staring hungrily at her from just outside her window. He grinned at her carnally.... She grabs the black sheet and rolls out of bed.
As she makes her way to the back of her two bedroom to the kitchen, Cherish stops in the bathroom to check herself in the mirrored walls. Stacy's swollen hand print still stung slightly on her right ass cheek. She rubs it gently with two fingers. Reminiscing again, she smiles. Her tummy growls and she remembers why she was on her way to the kitchen.
Winding her way around her roommate's messy room, she finally hits the kitchen. Of course Stacy, being the awesomely sexy and considerate woman she is, preset the coffee machine so that all Cherish had to do was hit the "on" button. She secured the silk sheet around her body like a sarong and began to pop a slice of wheat bread in the toaster. Grabbing the butter and creamer out of the fridge, she spied out the window to see if the yard men were done. She didn't see them and decided they were working on the neighbor's side. "Guess they'll want money and waters soon." she mused. Damn. That's what she forgot. Oh well, what man doesn't enjoy a stout beer early in the day? She shrugs off the thought when the toast popped up. She grabs a plate and began to butter her toast lavishly with sweet cream. Finally, she heard the final spouts of the carafe and began to pour herself a mug.
Taking her coffee and toast out to the terrace, Cherish settled down under the jasmine and inhaled deeply the sounds and scents that make up a Southern Summer. Eww... dirty sweat was not the smell she was expecting on her last deep breath. Opening her eyes, they settled again on the Mexican who she saw outside her window earlier. Only this time, he had no shirt on, and you could see the sweat and dirt clinging to his not so kept up form. He smiles at her again, holding his grimy, calloused hand out. This time he's expecting something from her. She looks up & her throat catches. He has a scary aura about him. Like he's not someone you'd want to meet up with in a dark alleyway at night, or anytime for that matter.
She stammered, caught herself, and cleared her throat. "I'll have to go get my wallet", she told him, not quite looking up. He grunted, and stepped aside.
Leaving her breakfast, she slipped into the double french doors and made her way back through to her room at the other end. She didn't notice the slight black man in the bathroom, taking a piss until she plowed into him head on.
"Whoa there, Miss. Take it easy. Don't be such a rush. Here, lemme help you." He extended a lean but muscular arm to her, and pulled her to her feet much quicker than she anticipated. His chest was the only thing that stopped her. Still fuzzy from the collision, she blushed at her lack of verbal response and the rush of nerves began. The feel of his strong arm still around her waist and her still-tender nipples against his chest made her suddenly aware of her wardrobe.
Regaining her wits, she pulled away, mumbling her apologies. She closed the tiny door connecting her bedroom to the only bathroom. Wishing she could wash the sweat and feel of the man off of her. Sighing, she removes the sheet and walks to her bed. She turns to the side-dresser where she pulls her pocketbook from the drawer with the Smith & Wesson. Sitting on her bed, she begins to pull the money out.
"Damn, girl. I didn't know you was stacked like that!" She jumps as she hears the man's declaration. Shocked that he would have the gall to enter her room, in-invited, she froze with fear. The gun was inches from her fingers, but she couldn't even think of it. He had her gaze locked on his. He was holding his well swollen cock in his hand through his Dickies. "If I knew you'd look like dat, I'd've plowed yo sweet ass before I mowed da lawn. Hell, I'll take my payment now, no cash needed." Within three steps, he overtook her, grabbing her up from behind, kissing her hard. Her screams made his blood rush. The large Mexican seamed to appear from nowhere quick, and back handed her with a heavy right hand to shut her up. This worked well. She slumped down, leaving the black man to support her entire weight.
"Damn, Zeus, I likes'em thick and all, but fuck, dis bitch weighs a ton! Help me get her on the bed." They stretched her out over the bed, face down. Of course, her bondage restraints left over from Stacy's super sexy surprise visit the night before, provided the perfect tools for the men to tie her down with.
"Oh, so you's a freaky bitch. I see you got all these straps and strap-ons and shit. I got something for ya, bitch, this da real-est dick eva! And I'mma drive this big black cock up that sweet round white ass of yours, just wait. I got sumptin for ya!" He smacks her ass on Stacy's handprint, causing it to redden anew with his print. This brings Cherish back to conscience with a scream. She looks up, seeing the red numbers on the radio clock. I've only been up 30 minutes, and already my day is hell, she thinks. Remembering Stacy likes to drop by on her lunch on days they have sex just to "top off", she said a silent prayer that Stacy's new client takes her to lunch to close the deal.
"Hey! D, look what just got served for lunch, Ese." Cherish closed her eyes, and let a tear fall. She didn't have to be facing the door to know what Zeus was referring to. Stacy was being held by the throat by the large Mexican. She normally liked being choked, but Cherish could feel her fear. Darren plops his now naked form on the bed next to her. Stroking her hair back, and cupping her face, he looks down at her.
"Don't worry baby, when I'm done, I'm gonna make both you and your bitch love dick...." Turning his attention to his partner, he told Zeus "Bring her over here dis way a bit, my man. Lemme see what we got."
He reaches down into the nightstand pulling out the Smith & Wesson. "Ohhhh ohhh.... look at dis shit here. We gonna have some real fun now!" Darren said as he turns the .9mm this way and that. "Come here, slut." Zeus shuffles her over to him, still holding her by the wrists and throat. "Come suck my dick, hoe." He releases her throat, grabs her hair, pushes her down to her knees, and shoves her mouth all the way down Darren's already stiff cock causing her to gag. He smacks her ass for good measure and grunts. Darren takes Stacy's hair from Zeus and strokes the muzzle against her lower jaw. "Now make it good and sloppy so I can fuck your girlfriend, and no teeth." he said tapping the gun against her jaw.
