Bill Williams and his wife June were on their honeymoon, living off room service and sex. A few days in, Bill taunts one of the waiters -a short black man. Then June disappears.
It is only time before the videos appear and Bill has to watch his new wife being hard fucked by three black men - and that is where the fun begins ...
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“Hey, dick-wad,” the voice mail said. “You want to see your pretty
little wife again you better not call the law.” It was a man’s voice,
but one I didn’t recognize. “You keep your ass in your room and I’ll
call you at ten o’clock. No cops, asshole or she’s dead meat.”
I didn’t know what to do. Logic dictated that I call the police, but
fear for June kept me from it. I was a sorry wreck by the time ten
o’clock finally came around. I grabbed the phone before it stopped
ringing.
“Bill?” June’s voice asked.
“June, honey, where are you? Are you all right?” I could hear a high
pitched moaning sound. “Talk to me, June!”
“Bill,” she strained voice said. She sounded breathless like she had
been running. “Bill…they…they…Ohhh, Bill!”
“June, what’s wrong?”
“They raped me,” she said making the words all run together. “They
are raping me, Bill. Right now!”
“June, where are you?” I shouted into the phone. Her moaning became
louder then faded and a man’s voice came on the line.
“Hey, Billy Boy,” the voice said. “This is sure nice pussy. We done
fucked her three or four times and the night is still young. You want
to keep her alive, Billy Boy?”
“Of course I do!” I snapped. “What do you want?”
“Hell, Billy Boy, I got what I want. We got some nice tight white
pussy to stick our hard black cocks in. You can have her back when we
get through with her cunt. One phone call to the cops and you’ll get
her back, but she’ll not be any good to you. Dead, Billy Boy. You
understand?”
“Yeah, I understand! Just don’t hurt her!” I yelled. “I’ll do what
you say.”
“Good for you, Billy Boy,” the voice said. “You stay cool and we’ll
be in touch.” The line went dead. I didn’t make it all the way to the
bathroom before I started throwing up. The second call came just
before midnight.
“You doin’ all right, Billy Boy?” the voice said. “Your bitch wants
to talk to you. She has a lot to tell you, Billy Boy.”
“Bill?” June’s shaky voice said.
“I’m here, baby,” I said. “Are you all right?” I could hear a man’s
voice in the background.
“Tell him what I said to tell him,” the voice said. “Just the way I
told you to.”
“I’ve been raped over and…” I head the smack of flesh on flesh and
heard June cry out. “They fucked me, Bill,” June said with a sob.
“They’ve fucked me almost continually since they grabbed me.” I head
the low male voice say something I couldn’t understand. “I’ve had a
lot of…long black cock in my…pussy. I’ve sucked their black cocks and
they shot-off in my mouth.” There was some more low murmurs in the
background. “I love it when they come in my mouth. I swallowed every
drop…I’m on my hands and knees right now and one of them is about to…”
there was a sharp intake of breath. “He’s in me, Bill. Oh God! He
fucking me!” more murmuring. “I love his big black cock in my white
pussy. He’s so hard and he’s in me so deep.” There was a long pause
and I could hear the sounds of sex. It was faint, but I could still
hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the slurping sounds of a
dick in a pussy.
“You still there, Billy Boy?” the man said in my ear. “She’s really
getting into this fuck-a-thon. The bitch told me how much she liked
my big black cock in her little white cunt. Hey, Billy Boy, don’t you
just love them big long tittie nipples? Don’t she squeal when you
bite down hard on them? You hang in there, Billy. We got a lot more
fucking to do. We’ll talk again in the morning.” He hung up and the
last sound I heard was June’s loud moaning.
I drifted off to sleep after getting some help from the mini bar. The
ringing of the phone woke me up.
“Good morning, Billy Boy. You goin’ lay in bed all day?” the hated
voice said when I finally managed to get the phone to my ear. “Open
your door. There’s something waiting for you. We’ll talk later.”
I ran to the door and threw it open. I hoped it would be my wife
waiting for me. It wasn’t. It was the first of the video tapes.
