Jill was unable to comprehend what had happened to her.
The young wife's blue eyes were wide with fear and she tried to push the big man away from her.
"Please," she said, "We have to get that back!" Jill's heels kicked the back of the big man's thighs as her naked legs flailed in a futile effort to dislodge the big dick in her pussy.
Her mind raced as she told herself that she had to get that camera! But Borovsky's big cock was still sheathed deeply in her little cunt and he had her pinned to the wall and table. He had no interest in whether the young man had one photo or fifty. He was enjoying the aftermath of an orgasm and wasn't about to pull his penis out of her until he was good and ready!
Still she begged him to get the camera. But Bo was still in the euphoric aftermath of his intense orgasm and found her plea annoying. "Damn, Jill, shut the fuck up!"
Despite his orgasm, his cock was still semi-stiff and stuffed the young woman's pussy very well. His hands covered her ripe breasts, squeezing the soft, womanly flesh harshly without a thought about her concerns or humiliation.
Jill realized the futility of her struggle and her head fell back and her eyes closed in shame. She submitted to the disgraceful acts without further struggle. Her beautiful naked body was still being used by the man as he stroked in and out of her wet pussy, albeit slower and slower in his strokes, his hands continuing to tug on her rubbery nipples. There was nothing she could do but wait for what seemed like an eternity for him to pull his deflating tool out of her soaked passage. By that time, she knew it was too late to catch the young man.
*****
She felt as if she slept walked through the next half hour.
Bo pulled her off of the table and tugged her by the hand to her bathroom shower. Reaching in, he turned on the shower and waited for the spray to warm a bit.
"Get in there and wash off quick," he said. "I want you smelling clean tonight."
The spray hit the young wife and she began to try to soap off the filthy feeling that she had on her skin from the fuck that Borovsky had thrown her. She stood under the warm water, letting it soak her hair and body. Her eyes were moist with tears but she tried not to cry. She knew it would only make things worse. She bent her legs to allow Bo's spunk to flow out of her pussy.
After only a couple of minutes, the shower door opened and Jill saw Bo standing naked just outside the shower.
"Hey," he said, "Wash off my cock and balls. Your pussy was so fucking wet that I need to clean off, too." He chortled at his own joke as he stepped in to the large shower area.
Jill hesitated just a moment, not really comprehending what he was saying.
Bo reached towards her wet tit and pinched a pink nipple.
"Ow!" she cried more in surprise than pain.
"I said, wash my cock and balls!"
Jill knew better than to argue. Immediately, she grabbed the bar of soap.
"This is so humiliating," she thought to herself. But she reached over to his long, flaccid penis and began to soap it gently. Even flaccid, it was large and fleshy and her hand felt small holding the man's penis. The head of his cock was thick and almost discolored. Jill caught herself thinking that Bo's penis was much larger than her husband's cock. She had never imagined that men's penis' could look so different. He was a despicable man, she thought.
"I think you can do a better job if you are on your knees," he said and he stepped into the large shower with her.
The beautiful blonde looked up into his cold, dark eyes and gingerly began to kneel before the large, fat man. The water sprayed over her back as she knelt before the man in utter submission, using both hands to gently soap off his cock. His big belly was grotesque to the young woman so she tried to not think about what she was doing. The man was very hairy and his pubic hair was so thick that it stuck straight out from his genital area and extended down around his cock and balls and at the juncture of his pudgy legs. As she soaped him, the thick manhood stood semi-erect above his bloated testicles.
"Tom, why did you get into this mess?" she wondered silently as her eyes welled up. "Get a hold of yourself," she thought, stifling back her tears. "Just get through this for Tom and our marriage."
Her blue eyes widened when she looked at his monstrous cock up close. While the length was very remarkable, it was the thickness of his penis that frightened the young woman. It seemed to be thicker than her wrist and wasn't even stiff! The big, fleshy head looked almost purplish and heavily veined shaft seemed menacing to Jill.
"How had he fit that in me?" she questioned, knowing that she had a little vagina. But she was truly appalled by the sight of his huge balls. Encased in a large, fleshy sac, Jill soaped them well. Holding them in her small hands, she was amazed at their weight. The size and weight seemed to explain the man's inhuman sexual drive. The wrinkly sac was hairy, too. Both the cock and balls were just inches from her face and Bo grasped the base of his dong and slapped it a couple of times on Jill's cheek as she tried to rinse it.
"Lil' Bo really likes you," he said laughingly. "Do you like Lil' Bo?"
He slapped his semi-erect cock against her face lightly. His face could not hide the intense lust that he felt looking down at the petite and naked, tanned blonde wife of his employee kneeling submissively before him.
"Answer me, Jilly," he mocked, but his tone was suddenly threatening.
"I ... I ... I ... do," the kneeling beauty lied in a soft voice, in fear, continuing to wash and stroke his cock gently, feeling it get stiffer as she handled it.
"Good, then rinse him with your soft tongue," he said.
Bo watched in amazement as the beautiful woman opened her mouth and in abject surrender took his cock within her lips. As the warm water poured over her naked back, Bo saw Jill's blonde head begin to slowly begin to bob on his enlarging cock.
"What a fucking slut," he thought to himself. "She does love to suck my cock."
The big man spent a couple of more hours fucking the young blonde in her marital bed. Before he shot his jizm deep into the beautiful woman's pussy, Bo had decided that Jill could help him more than even he had suspected.
*****
Bo had brought over a twelve pack of beer and he insisted that Jill drink two of them as he selected her clothes for a drive. But by the time she was in Bo's car speeding down the road she had drank four beers and was very buzzed. Despite the trepidation that she felt being alone with the awful man, her mind was still swirling about the photograph that her neighbor, Billy, had taken. As she felt her heart pounding in her chest, she simply hoped that the photo had been blurry or perhaps that he had felt guilty about taking it and deleted it. The gorgeous young woman knew that she was grasping at straws.
Borovsky had been true to his word. He had chosen Jill's clothes before they left. He was angry that he could find nothing slutty in her wardrobe. She was dressed in some short jean shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers. It was nothing slutty except that he had not allowed her to wear a bra. She self-consciously could see and feel her nipples pushing through the thin fabric. There was little that a t-shirt could do to keep her large, firm tits from pushing though the cloth.
As they drove down the road into the city, Borovsky railed against Tom and his work ethic. He told Jill that Tom had been cheating the company out of money and that he had stood behind Tom in an effort to save his job. Now, though, he said, he had loaned Tom large amounts of money that Tom had not repaid him. He told Jill that Tom was in danger of being arrested for embezzlement.
Jill already felt a little intoxicated and her head swirled more with the revelations that Bo was telling her about her husband. She had no way of knowing that he was lying. In fact, Bo had a large gambling debt from a bookie and pimp in the worst part of town in the direction that he was now headed. The man had threatened Borovsky recently and Bo hoped that Jill would act as a down payment on the debt.
Bo hoped that if he could leverage Jill into having sex with the pimp that he could buy some time to repay the loan. As he sped into the worst part of the city, Jill became more and more frightened.
"Where are we going?" she finally screwed up the courage to ask.
Borovsky was noticeably agitated and nervous. "Shut up," was all he said. He continued to drive into a neighborhood that Jill had no way to know even existed. As the car entered a dilapidated apartment complex, Jill shuddered involuntarily. When the car ground to a stop, Bo reached under the car seat and pulled out a large caliber pistol. Jill watched in wide-eyed amazement as he pulled his shirttail out of his pants and stuck the gun into the back of his waistband.
"Come on," he said to her as he opened his door.
Jill hesitated until he glared at her and she opened the car door and stepped out.
The heat from the night was oppressive and she noticed it for the first time as they walked through the parking lot into the courtyard of the complex. Despite it being the dead of night, rap music blared from an apartment across the way and a few black men loitered on the steps of the complex across the courtyard. Jill heard them whistle at the young white woman walking into the complex.
"Hey, mama! Where you goin'?" Laughter rippled through their open mouths.
Jill noticed that Bo ignored the men as if they did not intimidate him at all. She, however, felt a chill go through her spine.
Bo stopped walking and knocked on a door. He felt for his gun just before the door opened. A large black man wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and jeans answered the door.
"What the fuck?" he said as he looked briefly at Bo and the beautiful white woman with him. He stuck his head out of the door and quickly looked at the men across the stoop. Jill noticed that they nodded as if to indicate that there were no other people with Bo. With that, the man moved aside and Bo and Jill walked in. The man closed and locked the door.
Jill was appalled at the condition of the apartment, but Bo and the man left her just inside the door. "Stay there," Bo said to her as he walked into the bedroom adjacent to the living area.
Jill stood there as her eyes adjusted to the dark. The room smelled strongly of marijuana and another substance that she did not recognize but was crack cocaine. When she heard some voices in the corner, she peered into the darkness and saw a couple of men sitting staring in her direction. Their eyes seemed lifeless and dull but they stared a hole through her as she stood there shifting her weight nervously. The glow of their marihuana joint brightened as one of them inhaled deeply.
Bo came out of the bedroom and motioned Jill in. Fearfully, Jill walked in. The room was better lit from the light coming from an open closet door where a light bulb hung from a wire. Still, it was pretty dark.
The huge dark man towered over Borovsky. Jill thought he must be over six feet, six inches tall. He was thickly muscled and had a very menacing air about him. He looked at Jill as if she was a piece of meat. She tried not to look him in the eyes, which gave her appear frightened and submissive. Clearly she was frightened.
As her big blue eyes cast around the room, she saw a black woman laying on the bed. The woman was nude from her waist up and a dirty sheet snaked its way between her bare thighs, covering her pussy and lower abdomen. Her large tits hung sensuously from her chest. As Jill looked at her, the woman scooted up on the bed, but did nothing to further cover herself. She smiled a knowing smile at the young white woman. Jill forced her eyes away from the woman without acknowledging her.
