Taking a real hottie by force

shorthaired hottie nailed infront of her boyfriend

The bootylicious chick featured in this scene from Abused Witness is such a hottie! She’s actually too hot for her nerd of a boyfriend, so… The bastard will be tied up and made to watch his babe get nailed by a real stud!

# Burglar

Michelle parked her smart red Porche in the long, curved driveway of
her large home. Her matching red high heels clicked on the stone steps
leading to the front door. Robert watched her from the den and, after
two years of marriage, still couldn’t help thinking what a lucky man he
was to have caught her fancy. He admired the way her frequent trips to
the private health club kept her trim 24-year old body in fantastic
shape. Even now, as she skipped up the steps, he could see her lithe,
athletic legs flexing in her hose. She wore a conservative gray
business suit that scarcely hid her large, pendulous breasts. They
tested the material of her thin blouse and jacket and bobbed
perceptibly as she pranced into the foyer of the house. Seeing Robert
watch her, Michelle smiles selfconsciously. In spite of her beauty she
was humble and modest, as modest as her voluptuous body would allow her
to be. She shook her long blond hair free from it’s bun and he watched
the light wavy locks cascade down her shoulders and frame the spread of
her bosomed jacket. “How was your day, dear,” Robert asked, sipping his
cocktail and offering a glass to Michelle. “Oh, horrid. I think I
nailed that Levy account, though. Mr. Peters actually told me I had
done a good job with it. Imagine that!” Her laughter was Angels at
play. Noting that she carried her gym bag, Robert asked, “Stop by the
gym today?” She paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Yes. I stopped by during my lunch hour. Why do you ask?’ she added
suspiciously. “Nothing. I’m glad you got a chance to visit the club. I
know how much you enjoy your work outs.” She seemed to relax with that.
Michelle removed her jacket and laid it across a chair in the foyer.
The outline of her breasts were clearly visible through the sheer
material of her white blouse, and her large, perpetually hard nipples
tented the tips, In spite of the bra she wore. She stretched
luxuriously. “Don’t either of you move!” The sound of the deep
masculine voice caused both Michelle and Robert to spin their heads
towards the kitchen door. There, holding a revolver leveled at the two,
was a large Black man dressed in black sweat pants and a black turtle
neck. He wore a black watch cap and leather gloves. “Don’t make any
noise. I just want your jewelry and valuables. If you cooperate neither
of you will get hurt,” he growled. “Oh my God,” Michelle said meekly,
holding her hand at her throat. Robert said, “Take what you want. Just
don’t harm us!” “Move into this kitchen!” the burglar demanded.
Michelle and Robert entered the kitchen. The Black man ordered them to
sit at the breakfast table. Robert could smell the burglar’s sweat.
“I’ll have that broach, lady,” he said, waving the barrel of his gun at
the expensive bobble at Michelle’s neck. “No. My husband gave it to me
on the day we were engaged!” Without hesitation the burglar grabbed the
broach and ripped it from her blouse. His action pooped the buttons on
the top of her shirt and it spread to reveal her deep cleavage. Her
alarmed breathing seemed to make her tits grow, threatening to burst
the catch on her bra. “Now, those look pretty good, too” the burglar
commented, licking his lips. He slowly traced a line from Michelle’s
neck to her cleavage with the tip of his gun barrel. “Now see here!”
Robert rose to his feet. A blinding flash of intense pain forced him
back to his seat and he realized that the burglar had hit him across
his jaw with the revolver. Robert could feel a trickle of blood begin
to meander down one corner of his mouth. “Please, Robert! Do what he
says,” Michelle pleaded. “Yeah, do what I says” the burglar gave an
evil grin. “Now, I’m gonna have you both strip and I’m gonna tie yous
in yous chairs. That’s give me time to get what I want and get outta
here. You strip fust, white boy.” Shaking with rage and impotent shame,
Robert began shedding his casual clothes. The Black burglar’s eyes
darted from Robert to Michelle and back. At last Robert slipped on his
expensive silk jockey shorts. “Shit! What’cha doing with this hamster
dick, lady?” the Negro guffawed. Robert looked down and saw that his
penis, through fear, had shrunk to just a button. “Bastard” Michelle
hissed at the burglar. He silenced her by drawing back his arm as if to
strike her. “Sit in your chair, white boy. Now, let me help the little
lady with her clothes.” “No! I won’t allow it…” Robert indexed to
rise but the burglar brandished the gun at him, then placed the muzzle
to Michelle’s head. “I’m gonna ventilate this bitch’s head if you don’t
do as I say, white boy!” “Please! Please don’t hurt me!” Michelle
pleaded, tears coursing down her cheeks. Standing behind Michelle the
Black slipped one hand around to her tit and began to massage it
roughly. Michelle hung her head in shame and sobbed quietly. He then
pulled the tails of her blouse from the waist of her skirt and slip it
off her shoulders. He pulled off one glove with his teeth and reached
around to unsnap her bra. Michelle’s tits feel free and swayed slightly
in front of her. He resumed his handling of her firm, large tits.
Robert averted his gaze down at the floor, burning with rage. “Look up,
white boy! Look up or I cap the bitch!” Robert raised his head and
noticed that Michelle was no longer sobbing, She seemed to be biting
her lip to keep silent. At the same time, Robert saw that Michelle was,
barely perceptibly, grinding her but against the burglars front. “Whoa!
This is some hot ho'” the Black laughed. He reached down her front to
the hem of her short skirt. His hand disappeared under her skirt and
between her legs. Suddenly Michelle moaned and her knees buckled. She
was supported by the Black’s strong hand on her womanhood. Michelle
seemed to go limp. Her head lolled from side to side and her eyes were
shut. She sucked her breath in between clenched teeth. The Black turned
Michelle to face the table then leaned her forward. Her tits mashed
flat against the table top. She was chewing on one knuckle.
“Michelle…” Robert said meekly. “Oh, Robert. I’m so sorry…” she
moaned. Robert was perplexed. Michelle never seemed to abandon herself
during sex and, quite frankly, never seemed all that interested in sex
in the first place. Now she was moaning like a cat in heat with this
stranger pawing her private parts. Robert could smell her lubricated
labia and could hear the increasing wet sounds on the Black’s thick
fingers working her vulva. At last the Black backed away from Robert’s
wife. Robert gasped when he saw the distinct outline of the burglar’
bulging erection through the material of his sweat pants. Michelle
twitched on the table, her rump rising and falling at if to some
primite music. “See this, white boy? This is prime Alabama mud snake!”
The burglar kept the gun trained on Robert and tugged down his sweat
pants with his free hand. His unbound cock suddenly cleared the waist
of his pants and sprung out from his body and bobbed obscenely. Robert
couldn’t believe his eyes. The man’s penis was at least nine inches
long and at thick as Michelle’s wrist. It had a slight upwards curve to
it. The Black massaged his cock with his free hand, pulling the
foreskin back and forth. Robert could almost feel it vibrate in the
air, much like the way a fine bass guitar is felt rather than heard.
The Black lifted the rear hem of Michelle’s skirt and flipped it back
to reveal her shapely ass. Smiling wickedly, he ripped the delicate
pink lace panties from her and tossed them at Robert’s face. The
panties hit them and slipped away. Robert could feel the cool air on
his cheeks from Michelle’s damp panties. “Don’t do this, man! I’ll pay
you anything!” Robert pleaded. The burglar only smiled and worked his
horse cock to diamond hardness. He them positioned it at Michelle’s
pouty pussy. Her eyes suddenly opened and she rose on her palms to look
back over her shoulder. Her gasp sent shivers of fear down Robert’s
spin. “I can’t take that! Please….” she begged. The burglar ignored
her pleas and slipped his cock-tip up and down her groove. She
shuddered involuntarily and moaned again, loudly. Robert suddenly
became aware of an odd feeling. Looking down into his lap he saw that
his own penis was fully erect and lifting Michelle’s torn panties. His
heart leapt into his throat. How could this be? “Hey! Look at that
little pecker!” the Negro boomed. Michelle dreamily opened her eyes and
regarded her husband’s smallish prick. She narrowed her eye brows and
looked at it with disdain. The burglar slipped an inch of his bloated
cock into Robert’s wife’s snug snatch. Michelle’s eyes clenched and she
hissed through her grinding teeth. “Tell me you want it!” the burglar
commanded. “Please… don’t make me…” Michelle hissed. “Say it!”
“I… I want your cock… please,” Michelle said softly. “No. Say it
loud. Say it with feeling!” “I… I want your Black cock!” she hissed.
“Go on!” “I want your big Black cock in me. I want to feel you deep in
my belly!” “You’re a natural, kid,” the Black laughed. The burglar
began slowly sliding his organ into her body. The resistance of her
tight vagina caused his long cock to bend and buckle, but he slowly
increased his depth. Michelle moved her ass from side to side and up
and down, trying to accommodate the massive invader. Keeping the muzzle
pointed at Robert he reached around with his free hand and cupped one
of Michelle’s swinging breaths.. “Ohhhh…” she said with a shudder.
“You like to have those tits played with, huh?” “Yes! Play with my
tits!” Precum was drooling from the end on Robert’s pink prick. He
cursed his body for it’s betrayal. He noticed that the forward movement
of the Black man’s cock had stopped in Michelle’s gash. Robert knew
that the Black had hit bottom. There was still two full inches of
unused cock left! The Black slowly pulled part-way out then slid it
back in. He increased his tempo with each thrust. Within minutes his
thrusts were so violent that the movement lifted Michelle’s hips off
the table and force her to her tippy toes. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Michelle
wailed. She looked sadly at Robert, who’s hand had subconsciously moved
to stroke his own erection. “I’m so sorry, Robert! I can’t help it!
Please forgive me!” “I forgive you, love,” he responded in a whisper.
Sweat dripped from the burglar’s chin and he seemed to be lost in
concentration as he jack-hammered the blond. A ring of foam formed at
the base of his cock at it’s deepest marking. He savaged Michelle’s
swinging tits. At last, he gave a mighty thrust that slid Michelle
across the table. He followed, bringing his knees to her sides and
continued to hammer her delicate pussy. Spittle flew from his fat lips
and his eyes rolled up into his head. His thrusts became ragged, then
slowed. Robert knew that the Black had drained his balls deep into his
wife’s quim. Michelle’s body writhed beneath the burglar. She forced
herself back against his cock and wiggled her ass uncontrollably.
Gasping for breath, the Black finally slid his slackening erection from
her ruddy cunt. “No…” Michelle protested softly. Robert looked down
at his hand and realized that he had cum. A modestly riverlette of
frosty white liquid drained down his knuckles. The Black’s cock hung
limply from his crotch. It was glistening with his own spooge and
Michelle’s natural lubricant. Even now, with it limp, it was a massive
organ. “Get up!” he ordered Michelle between gasps. “Your little missus
is gonna show me where the jewelry be. You stay right there, white boy,
or I cap the bitch.” “Do as he says, Robert.” She pleaded. As soon as
Robert heard them on the second-story floor he ran for the kitchen
phone. “Damn” he thought. “The line’s cut!” Maybe Michelle had her
cellular phone in her gym bag! Robert began fishing through her sweaty
gym clothes when something caught his eye. He lifted a Polaroid picture
from Michelle’s gym bag and stared at the image with disbelief. There
was Michelle, in her workout duds, standing next to the burglar. Only
now, the burglar was dressed in tight shorts and had a red tank top
with the words “Trainer” across the chest. From their smiles in the
picture it was obvious to Robert that they were quite friendly. When
Michelle returned to the kitchen she collapsed at Robert’s feet. “Oh my
God! I thought it would never end! He left by the back gate dear. We
are free of him.” “I should call the police, dear,” Robert said,
running his hand over Michelle’s head. “No! You can’t! I mean, he knows
where we live and he might come back! Let’s just try to forget that
this ever happened. Okay?” Robert looked down at his beautiful wife. He
could see a pool of foamy spooge forming on the floor under her pussy.
He thought she had never looked sexier.



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