By this time, her husband had his shaft buried completely in her twat, and his lightning strokes were making her get closer and closer to another orgasm. It came the instant Gary leaned over and grabbed hold of her jutting boobs.
The contact of his fingers on her shaking flesh and the relentless fucking of her husband's tool made her come. This orgasm was even more fierce than the first, and she was screaming and tossing on the couch. Tears flowed from her eyes, and she sobbed with pleasure as she felt her cunt walls contracting about the still hard and frantically pumping dick.
As she thrashed about on the couch, she caused her tits to be pulled and yanked harshly, for Gary had not released the meaty jugs from his hands, and his fingers were digging in and holding the tits steady as her chest heaved.
"Dig it, honey," smiled Stu, "Feel that cock in you while you come. Think about all the perverse things you did for me and Gary, you little tramp."
The words excited her further, and another orgasm came on the heels of the one she just had.
It knocked what little life she had out of her, and she just fell limp on the sofa, as Stu kept fucking her.
He wanted to come also now, and he just pumped and pumped wildly into her limp body. She was not moving a muscle now, though her cunt was still spasming and milking his dick with its spongy walls.
But the rest of her body was still, and it was almost like fucking someone who was in a deep sleep. Her body offered no resistance at all, and as her cunt pulled and squeezed his tool, he felt himself come as well.
The instant the dick came, he pulled it out of her cunt and aimed it at her flat body. He was pumping it with his hand and the dick began spraying come on her dark skin like a fire hose.
"Oh, no," she muttered, as she felt the sperm fly onto her.
She felt completely humiliated as the two men watched her lovely body be covered with her husband's sticky jism. Wad after wad sprayed onto her, leaving thick globs of semen on her stomach and legs.
A few bolts even reached her big chest, and the clotted strands clung to her jugs, making them two mounds of jism-coated flesh. And then Stu was done.
"Fantastic," he sighed as he wiped the tip of his tool along her thigh. "Let's go have a drink," he said to Gary.
Gary threw a last glance over his shoulder as he left the room, to look once more at the lovely, black-haired woman who had serviced both of them so wonderfully. Her buxom body was resting on the sofa, totally exhausted, and the glistening globs of scum sat on her soft skin, some drips trickling off her jutting boobs.
"That was incredible!" said Gary after he had a sip of liquor.
"You said it," replied Stu, "And it can be the same with Teri and you."
"But Maria," said Gary, "She was so obedient. I mean she let both of us fuck her, and at the same time."
"She's been taught to do as I say," answered Stu, "It's all a matter of letting your wife know who's boss."
"I don't think I could ever get Teri to submit," said Gary glumly.
"Of course you could," said Stu, "You just have to try. She's the type that would really go for it."
"You mean I could get my wife to do what Maria did?" asked Gary, "I mean fuck two guys."
"You could get her to fuck ten if that's what you want," said Stu, "The important thing is that both you and she would enjoy sex together."
"Will you help me?" asked Gary.
"It will be my pleasure," smiled Stu.
Gina was finished getting the office in order, and she felt that warm tingling in her cunt again. It had been wonderful fucking with Dr. Watson. She could hardly believe that it had happened just fifteen minutes ago. Just as she got to the office door, Teri Watson stepped in.
"Oh! Hello. Mrs, Watson," said Gina in surprise, mixed with a little fear.
"Where's my husband?" asked the blonde, as she looked about the empty office.
"He's gone for the day already," answered the nurse. "We had several cancellations, and he closed the office early."
Teri was annoyed. She wanted to talk to Gary, and get his opinion about what had happened at work between Mr. Deal and herself. She knew that he would be over at Stu's house.
"If you'll excuse me," said Gin, growing increasingly uncomfortable, "but I've got to hurry or I'll miss my bus."
"Well can you wait for a minute so I can go to the bathroom?" asked Teri. She needed to go badly.
"I'll set the alarm and lock the door," said Gina. "I'll leave it open, all you have to do is slam it shut when you leave, okay?"
"Fine," said Teri as she rushed to the bathroom.
Once she pissed, she felt better, and as she sat on the bowl, she wondered if she should tell Gary or not. After all, what had really happened? He would probably laugh in her face.
She adjusted her dress and walked to the office door, but before she was able to get outside the room, she was grabbed from behind.
A strong arm was about tier neck and there was a hand on her mouth as well. She tried to scream, but could not, and she was dragged into one of the inner offices.
"You better just relax, lady," advised a voice from behind her, "I don't want to hurt you, unless I have to."
As he said this, she saw a knife flashed in front of her and then it was pressed against her throat.
"Now stay real still," said the man and he released her throat and moved around in front of her.
He was wearing a ski mask, and a wind-breaker jacket and a pair of jeans. Teri could tell he was black by the holes cut out of the mask, and she could see he was handling the knife expertly.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked her, "The office is closed."
"I had to pee," she whimpered.
"Damn," he snarled, "just my luck. Well come over here where I can take care of you."
"Please don't hurt me," begged Teri.
"I ain't gonna hurt you unless you make me," replied the black man. "Now sit down."
Teri flopped down in the chair, her body shaking with fear and her mind numb from what could happen. The man pulled out some gauze from the desk and wrapped it around her wrists, tying them behind her to the chair, and then her ankles, securing them to the legs of the chair.
"There, that should hold ya," said the masked man, and then he slipped the knife back into his pocket. "Don't try to yell or anything," he warned, "Or I'll cut that pretty neck of your open before I split."
Saying this, he went about his work, rifling through drawers, opening cabinets and ransacking the office in general.
"Damn," he snapped, "ain't dis man got any drugs?"
"My husband never keeps drugs here," said Teri, "He never performs any operations here, so he doesn't need them."
She hoped by saying this that the man would concluded his search and leave, but instead he turned on her.
"You old man owns this joint?" he said. "Well then, you must be one of those bitchy doctor's wives. Yeah, I should have known jes by lookin' at the way you're dressed."
He walked around his bound victim and snorted.
"A fancy little bitch," he said, as he pressed his face close to hers.
"You're real pretty, bitch, but is that nose really yours, or did you have a nose-job?"
He laughed in her face, and Teri began growing more and more frightened.
"Damn," he exclaimed again, "If there ain't no dope here, then I wasted my time for nothin'."
Then he looked over at the beautiful strawberry blonde woman tied, and squirming in the chair in a different light.
"Damn," he said, "I wonder if anything about yo is for real."
Saying this, he pulled out his knife again, and slashed the gauze holding her hands and feet. "Get up," he ordered, pointing at her with the knife.
Teri jumped to her feet.
"Is that pretty chest of yours for real?" he asked her with a smile, "Or is that all made up too?"
"It's for real," said Teri defiantly.
"Prove it," snapped the robber, "Strip."
The blonde stared at him for a moment, her body trembling, hoping that she had not heard him correctly. "What?" she asked.