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like you was my ho," he said roughly, pushing her away. Lord Bowler? The name reminded Brian of a character on a Western TV show. That man had been big and black too, but he didn't look anything like the guy before him. Whoever or whatever Lord Bowler was, the threat of not getting it had an immediate effect on Debbi, who stepped back contritely and waited for instructions. Evidently satisfied with her attitude, the man now instructed, "Tha's better. Now let's see those fine tits of yours again." Again? That was the second time he'd used that word. Had they done this before? Without hesitation Debbi began unbuttoning her blouse, stopping immediately when the man made a negative sound. Then, as if remembering a past instruction, she hooked her fingers under the shirt and lifted it over her head, snagging and removing her bra on the way up, and leaving her breasts exposed and bobbing from the effort. The man leered as he bent forward and grabbed a boob in each hand, pawing and twisting them as she stood patiently still. His huge black hands nearly covered each tit, despite the fact that she measured a solid C-cup. Bending awkwardly, he sucked one and then the other nipple deep into his mouth, his attention leaving her nips wet and hard as rocks. Brian couldn't help but remember his earlier fantasy, where he'd wrapped his own lips around those tasty, hard nuggets. He felt a tightness in his pants, and realized that he'd have to reach inside his shorts to rearrange his rapidly inflating cock. The tableau before him was quickly becoming disconnected from reality. And he was getting turned on but good! Pawing her frantically, the man pushed Debbi back onto the couch. Were they going to fuck right there, in the way Brian had so recently fantasized about taking his wife? The man appeared to have more self-control. Continuing to assault Deb's tits with his hands, he raised his lips to hers and proceeded to heavily and heartily French kiss her eager mouth, pausing only to gaze at her lust- filled face before pressing down on her again. Eventually he tired of such tenderness, though, and physically pushed her onto the floor, gazing down on her with a superior look on his face. "Dance for me bitch," he ordered. "Let's see you shake your white meat for me." Brian watched in mesmerized wonder at the spectacle of his wife dancing seductively for another man. Grinding away to a song only she could hear, she ran her fingers up and down her body, softly rubbing her tits, pinching her nipples, and caressing her ass through the jeans she still wore. Though her back was to him, he could imagine the look of lust that filled her face. She'd looked at him the same way many times, and when she got that turned on it had always ended with an explosive and earth-shattering fuck. With the flick of his finger the man instructed Debbi to remove her pants. Turning away from the man, and fortuitously toward him, Brian watched her hands shake as she unsnapped her jeans. He thought it ironic that he would get the first glance at her snatch, while the man would get to enjoy all that came afterwards. Brian's breath quickened as his wife bent over at the waist to pull down her jeans, her tits dangling below herŠengorged and swaying seductively. No matter what happened after that, Brian thought he would always remember the image of his wife unknowingly bowing toward him, her tits dangling and her ass pointed into the face of another man. Pulling both her jeans and panties off, she quickly stepped out of them and turned to face the man, her beautiful white body completely exposed to him. From the wide grin splitting his face, Brian could tell that the man was very pleased by what he saw. Not many men wouldn't be, especially when faced with a voluptuous woman flushed and panting with desire. When she got this aroused, Debbi sometimes reminded Brian of the goddess Venus, rising nude to share the pleasures of her flesh with some lucky mortal. Until today, Brian had believed that he alone had access to those pleasures. "You're one mighty fine piece of white meat," the man commented, raping her with his eyes. "Why don't you show Lord Bore how much you want him?" Lord Bore? Brian continued to puzzle over the phrase as he watched his wife fall to her knees and hurriedly unsnap the man's jeans. Tugging frantically, she pulled his pants to the ground and untangled them from his feet while he fought to keep his balance. Moving back up to his waistline, she quickly pulled his shorts down without her eyes ever leaving his crotch. For a moment her head blocked Brian's view, but when she finally moved to the side, it was all he could do to stifle his gasp. The man had the biggest dick he'd ever seen outside of a porno flick. Though only partially erect, it looked to measure at least eight inches. Brian guessed that fully stiff it might reach ten inches, with the thickness of a good-sized cucumber. t. |