Angie Meseret's Residence, Badhoevedorp, Amsterdam
Wednesday, 09 October, 2052
09:36
Marcus Bleak decided to put the investigation on hold and attend to some personal matters. It had been a while since he had seen his ex-wife and even though the divorce had been acrimonious they were still cordial with each other. She had ended up with the house and most of his stuff but there was a baseball bat that he had left in his former room the day he had packed up and left. The bat held some sentimental value for him. The reason it did was disturbing to most people.
There had been a gang that had been terrorising his neighbourhood. They vandalized cars and broke into people's homes and stole stuff. At first these activities didn't bother him- the gang seemed to know his house belonged to a cop and they never fucked with him- until a young girl who was alone at home when her parents were out partying got brutally raped. There was an uproar and the cops seemed unable to bring in the culprits. Finally Marcus, feeling guilty, fished out the bat and pulling a ski-mask over his head went to look for the little bastards. He found them in an abandoned building drinking and doing drugs. He promptly set about cracking skulls and when he was done set the building ablaze. The bloodstained bat became dear to him after that.
His wife didn't know about the bat (she would have freaked) and he didn't want to get it while his wife hovered dangerously near by. He planned to sneak into the house in the morning (his wife would be at work and the kids at school) and steal it. Well he wasn't really stealing it, it was his anyway. He knew his wife might have changed the electro locks but then again that would be no problem with him. He had broken into homes when he was little and picking locks was an artform for him. As his Hundai Magma pulled up outside the house he only wondered if any of his former neighbours might see him and tell his wife. It wouldn't matter anyway. By the time she got back he would be long gone and she wouldn't have the courage to accost him at his apartment.
The doors hissed open and he hopped out, looking left and right on the quiet street. No one seemed to be about. He walked briskly to the front door and clicked the small black device he had fished out of his pocket. There was a soft click as the security codes were overwritten and the lock slipped back. He gently opened the door and went quietly inside.
The house was mostly as he had left it and he felt a brief pang of longing. He missed his home and family but he would never admit it. He wondered how things would have been if he hadn't been such a jerk. He should have tried to iron things out with Agnes instead of running off to work to escape her increasing frustration with his coldness. He had loved her- probably still did- she was the only woman who had made him feel any sort of emotion even if it was anger. Most times he felt nothing.
Suddenly he became very tense. Something was afoot. He could feel it in the air. It wasn't a sense of danger but it felt unusual. Whatever the situation was he didn't think it would be pleasant. He knew without a doubt that he wasn't alone in the house.
He pulled out his commission weapon and proceeded to explore the house. When he confirmed the ground floor was empty he treaded lightly up the staircase, relieved that he was wearing soft soled shoes and that the stairs didn't creak under his formidable weight. When he reached the landing he started to hear moans coming from his wife's bedroom and the creaking of bedsprings. Shocked, he crept closer and noticed the door was open. His fingers gripped his gun till the knuckles were white and he cautiously peeked inside. The scene that greeted his eyes hit him in the stomach like a sock full of golf balls.
His beautiful ex-wife was lying naked on the bed being straddled by a white guy with bright blond hair. He was fucking the shit out of her!
Despite their problems Marcus had never grown tired of looking at his wife. She wasn't as dark as he was despite being Ethiopian in heritage. She was tall, almost as tall as he was and very slim but despite her slight frame she had very large breasts and full, protruding buttocks. Her face was long and oval with slanted, dark, almost oriental eyes. She always kept her hair short and it made her look chic and classy. Her nose was quite big and she had thick, dark lips that puckered as if she was always ready to kiss someone. When she smiled, which she didn't do often, she showed off a dazzling set of teeth. Marcus loved that smile. It was stuck to her face anytime they had sex. Or like right now.
"Fuck me, darling," she moaned to the stranger that was humping into her for all he was worth. "Make me cum!"
Marcus felt cold fury course through his veins. Who the hell was this guy? He had to admit that the guy seemed built. His back looked quite muscular and his buttocks looked like they could crack walnuts. But a white guy? Since when did his wife want to do white guys? He had always known her to be slightly racist so to see her being so happily fucked by this Aryan god baffled him completely.
Suddenly the man pulled out and she squealed in protest.
"Ride me," he ordered in a gruff voice and lay down flat on the bed next to her. Marcus briefly caught a glimpse of his face before his ex-wife jumped up to straddle him. He had a perfectly symmetrical face, an extremely handsome face. Marcus felt a surge of jealousy. Where did this guy come from, did she win him in a raffle? Then he saw his cock and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Angie reached round to grab his dick and guide it into her soaking pussy. The cock was huge! It looked to be about 12 inches long and at least 3 inches thick. Marcus opened his mouth and forgot to close it as Angie lowered herself on the monster cock. Her huge, black buttocks quivered and shook as she tried to take everything inside. The man grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her down, forcing the whole length inside. Angie threw back her head and howled.
The man easily lifted her up and down in tune with his gyrating hips. Marcus was impressed with his strength despite his anger and he wondered whether he could lift his ex-wife like that. Angie's grunts and groans assaulted his senses as her black, glistening body trashed about on the pole she was skewered on. Marcus and Angie had had fantastic sessions of sex but this... this was something else. There was something primal about it, something raw and bestial. These were two animals fucking or to be more correct it was one animal fucking the other. This was a predator devouring its prey.
"Please, master," she croaked. "Your cock is too big. It's splitting me in half!"
"Shut up, you black whore," he snarled. "Your ass is mine."
"Sorry, master."
Marcus thought he was going to have a heart attack. How could his wife allow anyone to talk to her like that? It was insane!
