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Subject: {ASSM} Home Depot Pt4 (fF, MF, MF, ir, MMF, FF, cuckold)
Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2001 07:10:02 -0500
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Home Depot Pt4
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Part 4

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"Oh God Yoto, you are killing me," I deadpanned.  He came in a hot liquid
stream all over my stomach.  I think he meant to get my face.  I still did
not move.  Yoto left me and went to shower.

I began to contemplate the world without Carl.

Carl had been part of my life for only a few months.  While I despised his
brutal assaults on my body and how he relished in my agony I came to
realize that I actually liked being fucked hard and into exhaustion.  I
gave some thought to that.  I was wondering if there was something wrong
with me for enjoying the effect large men had on me.  My submissiveness to
a huge cock was disconcerting to me.  I was not some uneducated slut, or
bored housewife... was I?  Yet I felt above Yoto and Tony.  I felt they
should worship me.  Yet in the presence of a large man I cowed
immediately.  I could not exert my will at all; I became a complete cock
slave.  I would become utterly coy and submit to their brutal poundings. 
The more intensely they pounded on me the more I came.  After a short time
with Carl I was dressing very provocatively and he could merely command me
to cum and I would orgasm wildly for him.  My hips would grind in frenzy
as my uncovered, hairless pussy gushed on his words.

I had wished him gone.  I think it began with jealousy.  He had brought
Jennifer; his huge breasted 16 year-old girlfriend, the reason for my own
implants, to my bed and forced me to lick her until she came in my face. 
Then he fucked her young body until she was a sobbing mess.  Then he used
my body to finish what hers could not, blasting me with his thick goop.  I
hated that his girlfriend was so pleasured and my ass was used to get him
off.

I felt a twinge of guilt that he was in a hospital somewhere.  When that
passed I took my boots and stockings off and discarded the dress Yoto had
rended from my body.  I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how
battered my vulva looked.  Tony had torn me apart.  He was massive.  I put
on a t-shirt and bicycle shorts that irritated my mound and waited for
Yoto to finish showering.  I was too sore to walk to the downstairs
bathroom.  I looked out of my window and saw that Claire was asleep in her
bedroom.  

I began to think about what her body would feel like against me.  I
wondered what she would do with me.  Would she easily overpower me and
ravage me?  Or would we cum together, often.  The sight of her in the
latex catsuit was extremely exciting to me.  It looked as if she had been
poured into it.  The sound of it coming off of her sweat-drenched body was
still with me as well.  The luxurious scent of her used body and the
rubber was filling me with my own ideas.  Yoto came of out the shower.  I
stifled a laugh as I walked past him.  He was erect under his towel.

The next morning I realized there were debts to pay.  I had promised Tony
my body in exchange for Carl's demise.  The news that he had fucked his
wife while she was tied up excited me.  Also, Tony was so eager I knew I
would enjoy myself.  I wanted to please him.  I would do the things that
aroused him.  Even though I was clearly his superior I would be submissive
to him and give him my body.

I was unsure what to wear to this encounter.  Nearly anything I wore got
him hot.  The boots had driven Jake into a fucking beast.  I thought about
the effect they would have on Tony.  I also knew the Catwoman outfit his
wife wore was very exciting to him.  I thought about donning mine.  I had
a pile of slut-wear on my bed.  Everything from garters and hose to slinky
leather pants was laid out on my bed.  I decided to wear a thin black
satin evening gown with spaghetti straps and a lacing down one side.  The
gown was a plain fabric but very tight.  I wore thigh high stockings for
him again, and clear heeled stripper shoes.  I applied a lot of lipstick
so I would leave a messy ring of wax on his cock.

I made my way over to the Morrison's home.  He was waiting for me in the
kitchen.  He kissed me.  I dropped to my knees and pulled his stiff member
out of his pants.  He stripped off his other clothes.  I began taking him
in my mouth.  He held my head softly while I made him cum.  I continued to
suck him gently, cleaning him off. 

He took my gown off and fingered me for a moment and then shoved himself
in.  I was a little taken aback.  He held himself fully inside of me.  It
felt nice, I was in no danger of being torn apart by this man.  He began
fucking me against the counter, we kissed as he moved slowly, but
deliberately inside me.  His cock did not miss my clit once.  I was
enjoying him immensely.

"Mmmm Tony you are so good.  Does Claire know what she's missing?"

"Hey Tony, this the bitch?"  Said a tremendous black man.  He was very
tall and wide.  He was easily 300 pounds.  He was fat but muscular.  Tony
noticed the effect the man had on me as my hips began to grind onto his
willing cock.

"No, she's upstairs.  Fuck'er till she can't fucking walk.  Hurt her.  Bad."

Tony began hitting my clit harder as the gigantic Negro walked up stairs;
the wood creaked under his weight.  I fucked Tony trying to get him off so
I could see what was happening upstairs.  Tony had other ideas.

"Might as well slow down Mika, I took two Viagra before you got here.  I'm
gonna be stiff as board for a while.  Might even wear your Jap ass out
baby."

As sinister as that sounded I knew that Tony couldn't hurt me.  The Negro
though, he looked like he could.  Tony began humping me in earnest.  I
came quietly, kissing him like a girl who'd just been given a gift.  He
stopped and took me by the hand into the living room.  He lay me on the
leather couch and began fucking me.  It was true about the Viagra; he was
stiff as a board.  He felt good inside me.  If he were a touch bigger he'd
have been really amazing.  Still what Tony lacked in brute strength and
size he was making up for in spirit.  He wanted to please me, despite his
tough talk.

Claire screamed.  Tony began rabidly humping me.  I was straining to hear
what was happening upstairs.  Tony shot a thick stream of cum onto me.  He
wiped my chest off and began humping me again.

"No!  Please God no!  You can't fuck me with that!  Oh God, please I have
money, mgmf!"  I heard her muffled yells.  It wasn't the sound of
someone's mouth being covered it was the sound of someone's mouth being
filled.  I assumed his black cock was in her mouth.  I had fantasized
about black men before but in truth I had never been very close to one. 
They were discouraged in this community and there were hardly any at
university, certainly none in Japan.  Tony kept at it, huffing in my ear. 
Claire was crying, begging for him not to fuck her with 'that thing.'

Tony was on fire.  His whole body was heating up as he listened to his
wife beg the huge thug not to rape her.  I was confused; I thought he
hated Carl for screwing his wife, yet clearly he had planned this. 
Possibly even picked that monster to rape his wife.  The intruder's cock
stifled Claire's yells again.  I could only imagine what he had between
his legs that was scaring Claire so much.  Tony was turned on by the
sounds from upstairs, and I was turned on by the possibilities going on up
there.  I remembered that dirty talk turned him on.

"Oh, stuff me Tony.  Ram it in me," I exaggerated my Japanese accent, "You
are fucking my brains out.  I think I am going to cum.  Tony, Tony, Oh
God!  Yesss," I said actually cumming.  Tony paid little mind to my
groans.  He too was listening intently to the action upstairs.

"I can't handle you.  OW!"

And then Claire began a deep, guttural scream.  It sounded like the black
man was killing her.  His 'Yeah baby, you like my stiffy, how about a
little deeper' could be heard like a deep undercurrent to her nearly
constant wails.  I listened to her babble.  I knew where she was.  Things
began falling into place.  Carl had the right size member for her body. 
Carl was big enough for her to make her scream and cum.  This guy was
taking her where Carl and Jake had taken me, to a sub-human place, a place
where men are masters for having dicks and muscles.  Tony began a fast
pace fucking but added his fingers on my clit.  It felt very good.  I was
less interested in Claire and more interested in Tony.  He was doing the
trick.  I was moving wildly under him as he took me quickly towards
another orgasm.  This one was not the nice, calm orgasms he'd given me so
far this one was hot.  A real teeth clenching, God this feels so good,
orgasm.  It was torture when it ended.  I kissed him hard.  I whispered in
his ear, "Do that to me again, baby."  He started anew.

"Oh shit," I yelped.  He'd brought me there again.  Very fast this time. 
He did it again and then again.  I was flailing under his technique.  He
was hitting the spot over and over; he looked at me and smiled.  He'd
figured me out.  He was on an orgasm power trip and all I could do was
cum, obediently.  He wouldn't stop and cock would not soften.

"Ooooh guh!  Unhgn!  Fuck, Tony, fuck, fuck, ungh, ohshit Tonyshitshit
fuckstopstopstopIcantyouyouyoufuckfuck UGGGH!  Yes!"

"I got you now bitch."

"OH MY GOD YOU ARE KILLING ME FUCK MASTER.  YOU ARE MY BLACK MASTER!  RAPE
ME! RAPE ME!  FUCK MEEEeeee!"

Then there was no sound from upstairs.  Tony's body stiffened.  I thought
the same thing he did.  That giant had actually killed her.  Tony sat up. 
I was so crazed with his awesome handling of my clit I began sucking his
endlessly erect cock.  I was really sucking him.  I wanted him to soften
up.  He spiked the back of my throat a few times as his hips pumped
reflexively.

The stairs creaked.  Tony picked me up and rammed me onto his cock and he
started kissing me.  I broke the kiss and turned around.  I saw Claire's
feet and then her rubber clad legs.  The bounced limply with each heavy
step the now naked Negro took.  He dropped her in the center o the living
room.

"Your bitch passed out.  Now I got me a big fucking hard on and nowhere to
stuff it."

He looked at me as Tony began ramming himself into me.  Sitting on him
made him fill me more.  I was grunting.  I only saw the black man's cock
for a second.  It took a few more second's for its size to register in my
brain.  That tree poking out from under his belly was his cock.  I turned
around and he was behind me.  Too close see it again.  In one sweeping
motion I was yanked off of Tony and my ass was full of a raging black hard
on.

"Gahhhhhguh!"

"Look at this little bitch you fucking Tony.  These Nips can't handle an
Alabama black snake.  I gonna break this bitch too."

He plopped down on the couch with me inside him.  As his ass hit the couch
my ass was ripped apart by his gigantic pole.

"Yeah bitch, 15 inches of the angriest black shit you ever seen," Tony
snarled.  He got up and began to shake Claire who began to come to.  He
shoved his dick in her mouth.

My ass burned as his rough tool shred it.  I looked back ad saw that there
was a lot more cock that could be inside me.  I was impaled on him.  He
slid me up and down each movement was agony.  My ass seemed skinnier than
it was with his fat black pole sticking out of it.  I could not resist
him.  I could not get away from him.  He sat, relaxed, ramming my body
with his reamer.  I could see the painful flashes of color before me as
the room flickered.

"Oh no you don't bitch," Tony screamed at me.  He shoved a pill in my
mouth and I swallowed it.  In short order my heart was racing.  I was
extremely aware of everything.  I could see Claire's chest move up and
down as she breathed.  Tony began fucking me.  I had imagined this.  I
could feel Tony banging against the cock in my ass.  I could feel the heat
from the bleeding in my anus.  Tony was doing his trick on me again.  His
fucking relaxed me and the Alabama black snake dug deeper into my
intestines.  They pumped me at the same time.  I was cumming when the
black beast began to spurt he hot spunk into my ripped asshole, it
burned.  Tony couldn't miss with his proven technique.  I was cumming
quickly.  When the huge Negro finished cumming his gallons of cum he
violently shoved Tony off of me, ripping his stiff cock out of my pussy. 
I screamed in pain.  Then everything went black as he punched the back of
my head.

Claire and I were totally naked, our wrists were tied together and we hung
from the hooks Carl had hung Claire from days ago.  We were facing each
other.  Claire had been spared the head-ringing knock out punch.  Her
beautiful natural tits were pressed against my fake tits.  She reeked of
sex and rubber.  Tony was riding us both with vibrators.  As I squirmed I
realized we were also tied together at the waist.

"You bitches are payment.  How does that feel?  We beat the shit outta
that kid and Tony had to give you both up to me.  When Tony told me the
shit that was going down I told him it was cool to fuck you with me.  My
name is John.  I am a big, angry Nigger.  I hate white bitches, and I
really hate gooks.  I know you ain't a gook, but I'm gonna fuck you like
you are one.  You sluts will call me Master.  If you call me anything else
I will kill you both."

I began kissing Claire.  It was the way she smelled. The way Tony was
working that vibrator.  The way she was squirming.  The way that black
bastard was going to rape me.

The raping lasted days.  Both Claire and I remained tied together.  Tony
and Master took turns.  Mostly they fucked us together.  They had full
access to our bodies.  They would not feed us anything other than pep
pills, cum and water.  When Tony finally untied us Claire had been crying
for hours.  I woke up on my lawn.  My arms and legs tied together with my
stockings, oddly my shoes were on.

Yoto dragged me into the house by my hair.  He forced himself on my numb
body many times.  I never even acknowledged him.  I had snapped.  I had
been broken completely.  It took several weeks before I wanted sex.  I
cried for hours.  My pussy was sore for days.  Even bodily functions were
torture.  I healed.  Claire became Tony's wife and slave.  When the spring
came the Morrison's had the first Barbeque.

Claire waited on Tony.  She wore a skintight catsuit with knee high
boots.  The catsuit was cotton and had a full access zipper.  It was clear
to everyone at the party that she had no underwear on at all.  Her nipples
were hard throughout the afternoon.  She cornered me in the kitchen where
I had given Tony the idea for all of this with my mouth.  Tony stood in
the doorway.  She kissed me and unzipped the top of her catsuit and gave
me access to her tits.  I kissed her back.  Tony began to work my ass.  My
jeans were fairly tight and he began using his trick on me.  I could not
believe it was working through my jeans.  I soaked my jeans, leaving a
very noticeable wet spot.  Tony walked me out to Yoto.

"Anytime I want to make her cum I can.  Pretty fucking cool ain't it?"

Yoto fumed.  We did not leave.

Yoto would not let me out of his sight.  He installed cameras in the house
that he could monitor from the work.  He watched Claire and I make love
several times.  He would fly into a rage when he came home.  I did not
care.

He took me with him to Home Depot.  That is when I saw all of the huge,
hulking men, bulging everywhere.  That's when I snapped out of it.  That's
when I reminded Yoto who was in charge.  I ordered him to find a man for
me.  One who would give me the fucking I sorely needed.

Yoto kowtowed to me immediately.  We brought home the first contractor
that day.  He was no great lover and in fact I found him to be terribly
unskilled, but his first action was to tie my wrists to the bed frame. 
That act alone excited me.  I forced Yoto to watch it on the computer.  To
watch the young, clumsy stud pummel me.  I only came once but it was
satisfying.  But not satisfying enough.

Yoto and I walked out of the Home Depot with our latest find.  A 6-foot 10
inch golden haired God.  Every inch of him man.  Huge rough hands thick
with calluses and dirt.  Torn clothes and a musky smell.  I knew he was
going to fuck me good.

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