Dark Dealings ((LitShark & SannaBlonde82))

[SannaBlonde82]

Anna ran down the stairs, focused on one thing and one thing only and that was to get behind the wheel. The shooters had sped off, at least that's what she surmised from the schreech of wheels she'd heard and the eerie silence that followed. All she heard now was Eric and Loc, shouting orders.

Why she didn't panic and freak out completely on everyone was something she would analyze later. Now, she just threw open the front door, ran the few steps to the black SUV in the driveway, climbed in and put both hands on the wheel and breathed a few times staring straight ahead. Then she saw the keys were there, and checked for the pedals with her feet. For a brief second she felt what had happened to her in the house, her crotch all sticky and sore. Anna breathed again.

And then Eric was there, throwing open the back door, and shoving in what she had thought was the dead body of their friend but that she now realized was the seriously wounded, bleeding all over the place body of their friend.

Anna saw the blood and felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest but she could get herself under control and obey Eric's order to wait. He disappeared and now Loc was there, shouting at her to start the car. And now she heard the sirens, distant but.. still... sirens. Fucking sirens! "Oh god oh god oh god..." Anna put the big SUV in reverse, drove too fast out of the driveway, and stopped out on the street.

"Oh my god please oh my god please" she repeated to herself over and over in a low whisper, her eyes closed. Suddenly, the passenger door was pulled open and a wild-eyed Eric jumped in shouting at her to drive.

With a start that made all the passengers jump forward - Eric giving her a look as if to say did she even know how to drive - they were off down the road. Soon enough Anna had control and moved the big vehicle (to which she was unaccustomed) at a pace which would have impressed the most hardened and experienced get-away driver: Fast but safe, not drawing too much uneccessary attention to them.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Easy, Snowflake,” Eric cautioned Anna as she got off to a rough start to driving the crew away from the crime scene, “there you go. You got this…”

EJ placed a reassuring hand on Anna’s thigh, giving her a faint squeeze as she steadied out and the responding police cars sped past them, going the other way. He watched the squad cars through the back window, not realizing that he kept his grip on Anna’s thigh, until they hit the freeway and left the carnage behind. Eric smiled, glancing back at Anna again. She hadn’t been perfect, but her instincts were good and she didn’t freeze.

Maybe Anna could be good for more than a piece of ass, after all.

“How’s he looking back there?” Eric asked Loc, who was busy keeping Dread conscious as Anna drove them down the highway.

“Not great,” Loc answered grimly, shaking his head, “but he’s still breathing.”

“Shit…” Eric sighed, turning back to hit in his seat properly for the first time, “where we heading, Snowflake? I assume you got a pretty nice place. You did pretty well back there, all things considered. You’re full of surprises, ain’t you? For now, don’t worry about the rest of your man’s debt. You bought him some more time, but we are going to need to lay low at your place for a while. What’s the address?”

As soon as Eric had gone back to front-facing, he was busy on his phone, firing off group text after group text on several outdated cell phones. It seemed that the drive by on Eric’s family home wasn’t the only target of this sudden and unexpected and precise assault. One of their stash houses was still unreachable and at least two other members of his set had already gotten back to him with details about attacks that they survived.

He just needed a moment to think, somewhere safe, somewhere no one would look for them. A few quiet hours… what did they have left? He didn’t give it to her as a question, but if Anna were to put her foot down, to refuse them from her home, the outlook seemed far more dubious.

“I don’t mean to rush you, Snowflake but I’ve still got guys on the street—if I don’t tell them where to go they’re going to go back to my house and we know that that wouldn’t be good. I need to know where to send them. How many guns did you get away with, Loc?”

“A couple of AK’s, an AR—maybe two. I also grabbed the RPG launcher, but I don’t think I got any grenades..”

“Well the house is burned, so I might as well sell the launcher… Cops will have those grenades by now,” Eric flipped open a different phone and began typing furiously on the keys again, “are we getting close, or what, Snowbunny?”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Anna calmed down and started to get a focus on things around her, seeing her knuckles whitening on the wheel she relaxed them and could even let go and fiddle with the AC, check her rearview mirrors and keep an eye on her passengers. Shit.. he was in bad shape, that one, but unbelievably still alive. Weirdly, she was relieved and felt for the guy even though she had no idea who he was.

Eric beside her almost seemed the one most stressed out, but perhaps understandable considering he was in charge of the operation and took responsibilty for planning ahead here. At least that was what Anna was hoping. She understood full well she was in the shitter now, just as much as them. If they got caught, now or later, she would end up behind bars much longer than her husband.. God.. she'd completely forgotten about him.. poor man..! How was he doing?? Well, she couldn't really think about that now.

Yes indeed, where were they heading?? Instinctively, Anna had headed in the direction of home. When Eric suggested it himself, she started thinking about what that actually entailed - not just these three black men guaranteed with criminal records as long as her arm, but also with weapons and the police on their back. And judging from what Eric was saying - more guys would be arriving.

But she had no other options, no other ideas. So she continued heading home.

They were going north, and it would be a fairly long drive to her house, through some suburban areas. And the guys would have to keep low. Luckily, the SUV had tinted window panes and as long as everyone kept calm and she drove safely they would be alright, she thought.

Soon they were on the freeway going north and not far from Glendale, and Brockmont, where Anna lived in a big house.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Anna said nothing by way of a reply to Eric’s hurried directions, or anything else that was taking place around her, she just continued to drive home almost like she was on autopilot. He thought that she might object or talk back to his assumption that she was to feed and board twelve or so jump-out niggas from the hood, or even her new nickname, but she just seemed to absorb it all with her head held high and drive them back to her McMansion, so far inland it was barely even the valley anymore—still, the remoteness served their needs much better than Bel Aire or Beverly Hills, where they’d stand out like sore thumbs—nobody was around to care what happened in the asshole of Glendale, it was actually kind of perfect—the traffic was even heading the other direction.

“Thanks for this,” Eric tried to wrap his voice in what he best approximated to sincerity, “I see now that your man isn’t quite as well-off as he was putting on in prison. You keep making me happy, we can probably cut into some of the principal debt instead of just postponing the interest.”

Eric fired off a massive group text to the gang members who weren’t hurt or busted. They’d actually been quite lucky, given how completely ambushed they were by this coordinated assault. Aside from Dread and one other who’d gotten busted after he shot back at the ambushers. No one was dead, not yet at least. They had to find a way to hit back, but first they had to unscatter themselves.

“Take him over to the pool house,” Eric instructed Loc who was carefully picking up Dread from the back seat, “I’ll itemize the product and the heaters we got away with.”

Dread seemed to be asleep, but his ragged breathing confirmed that he was still alive. Loc didn’t protest, keeping his undivided attention on not reopening his friend’s chest wound while he carried him out to the pool house.

Eric went to the back of the truck, gathering bags of white powder, counting as he picked them up. They’d gotten most of it, lucky again.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Snowbunny? I can’t wait to see your place.”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"Well.. I don't know what he's told you guys... but we have this house but also a beach house and an apartment in New York, so..."

I stopped in my tracks, realizing that it was maybe a stupid thing to tell him all of our real estate. For some reason it had been important for me to clarify that this house wasn't all we owned.

I watched as the other guy (the one who had pounded me so hard, what was his name..? Loc..?) carried their injured friend round the back. I was relieved they seemed to know what they were doing, being effective about it and not hanging around at the front of the house. Our neighbors kept to themselves for the most part but you could never be sure. Fuck... It just struck me that I had driven here all coked up! The panic of the situation back at Eric's house had completely erased that, but now feeling a little calmer and back home I came to think of it, and I realized I could still feel the high, a little. Jesus.. what had I been thinking...??

And what the hell was going to happen now? How long would I have these guys hanging around my house, and how many?? I looked at Eric, who was waiting for me to invite him in. I wanted to say something but I couldn't seem to get the words out. He had himself calmed down considerably and even seemed to a little nicer, but still - I didn't dare question him or his intentions at this point.

We walked up the path to the front door and I let us in. As I closed the door behind him, I asked:

"Snowbunny? What do you mean..?"

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Eric chuckled at Anna’s question, the term “Snowbunny” was common parlance among him and his friends, but he had to remind himself again that she wasn’t used to hanging out with black people. He was going to have to explain things to her that he considered common knowledge.

“Snowbunny is a term we have for girls like you, white girls who like to fuck black cocks. Like a little white rabbit, running around, bouncing her ass. If you work hard and swear off white dick all together, you can graduate from snowbunny to queen of spades, which means you’re a white slave of black cocks and no white man may ever touch you again,” Eric was exploring Anna’s living room while he was explaining the nuances of contemporary urban slang, “but we’ll get to that stuff later. For now, I need to gather my family and assess the damage. You need to make me feel comfortable while I do this.”

Eric made his way over to the dining room table, setting out his various cell phones before unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants, freeing his thick, semi-hard cock to flop free and lay against the front of his jeans.

“Let’s finish what we started before we got so rudely interrupted. I’ve still got to pound that thick ass of yours, Snowbunny,” Eric’s smirk grew into a smile, “and you’ve still got lots to learn.”

*-*-*

“Almost there, we’re almost there, Blood,” Loc soothed his wounded friend Dread as he carried almost all of his weight toward the pool house, “there we go, let me get the door… you’re doing great. Just sit down right here, there you go.”

Dread slumped heavily onto the plush couch in the secondary house, a wheezing cough making it clear that there was still blood in his lungs, even if the bleeding had stopped for now. When Dread finally settled down and drifted into what seemed to be a comfortable sleep, Loc noticed the sound of the shower running for the first time.

They weren’t alone.

Most of the weapons were still in the trunk of Dread’s truck, but Loc always kept his .38 Snub Nosed revolver in the waistband of his jeans. He drew his piece and made himself flat against the wall, just outside the bathroom door where he waited. He had no idea who was occupying that shower—some boyfriend of Anna’s, some sibling of her husband’s—there was no telling. All Loc knew for sure was that this was their house now. Whoever it was would be their guest or their prisoner—there was no in between.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"Look.. I... I've never been with a black guy... I mean.. not until you guys..."

Anna stopped talking and looked down and the black snake, hanging there. So, was she a snowbunny..? Eric's dirty, demeaning and pornographic language to describe how he saw her caught her off-guard, still. No - she had never been that woman, the one who fit the bill of the snowbunny, or that would see herself as "a slave of black cocks". It was crazy. It was the exact opposite of the person that her parents had raised.

But on the other hand.... these last few hours... She had been exactly that. A slut, a whore, a... snowbunny. Hadn't she? And which Anna did Eric know? He knew nothing of the artsy, well educated manhattanite - and if he had, he didn't give a fuck because the Anna he knew had with little resistance given herself up to him completely.


So, what was she to do? Tell Eric that no, I'm not that girl? I'm a good girl, a married woman, an independent and strong person who didn't just do what men told her to?

Anna couldn't take her eyes off the black cock before her. What was stopping her from getting down on her knees? Not much. Not much at all.

******

Rebecka turned the tap to colder. It was a hot day, and she had a hangover. She turned her face up towards the showerhead and rinsed the last of the shampoo from her long, red hair, and then placed both her hands on her breasts. Fuck, she was still horny. A night with that useless David hadn't done anything for her, she already knew that going in but now she was finished with him. Last night had been the last straw. Apart from not satisfying her, he'd told her that her newly enlarged breasts were too big. "They look weird.. your'e too small for them.." But she would miss the money though. He payed her good...

Well. Fuck him. There were plenty of fish in the sea, fish that were prepared to pay and who appreciated her tits.

With her brother in jail, using his house as a place to fornicate with other men than her husband was perfect. It wasn't just johns, getting paid for sex was just an extra income when the acting was slow. Rebecka had done some porn too, but she had to be careful. If Robert found out... or her brother... Well, then she would be on her own totally and have no financial support at all. It didn't help of course that Robert and Larry were best friends..

She wondered about Anna. Anna knew of her infidelity, but not about any of the other stuff. Rebecka could rely on her to keep secrets and they had become quite good friends, especially since Larry went away. Anna let her use the guest house and even the house as she felt like, Larry hadn't. It was weird.. things were actually better with her brother in prison.. hm.. god, what a terrible thing to think..

She turned off the water and wrapped herself in a white towel. Wait.. what the hell was that..?? Fuck! Someone was out there...!!

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Loc heard the water stop, his ear pressed against the door as it was. He couldn’t risk not knowing who was in the bathroom, or if there was a phone—their situation was tenuous already without reports of gang bangers committing home invasions in the suburbs. Not to mention the others still on their way. The door was locked, but it was just a knob lock and Loc was quite skilled at the credit card swipe, in fact he carried a specialized card tool for just such occasions.

Moving slowly, trying not to rattle the knob, he slid the edge of the hardened bit of metal between the door and the doorframe, pushing against the bolt, raising it from its housing in the doorframe until finally the whole door swung inward and slammed against the inside wall of the bathroom.

“Don’t move!” Loc shouted, pointing his gun as he slammed through the bathroom door, his eyes widened as he saw Rebecka, naked and wet, “who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?”

As the words left his mouth, Loc realized that those questions made more sense directed at himself. He was the one out of place here and the terrified look on the busty, hot bitches face just about broke his heart. He raised the gun and his other hand, taking up a defensive posture.

“I’m sorry, I may have gotten a little carried away,” Loc suddenly saw his reflection in the steamed up mirror—he had Dread’s blood on his hands, “I’m Loc, we’re friends of Anna’s—um, through Larry, sort of… Anyway, my friend got hurt, this is his blood. You can put a towel on. My other friend, Eric—he’s better at explaining shit. Damn you’re fine, girl—fuck! Anyway, sorry I pulled a gun on you. We’re just going to hang out here for a little bit. Come on out.”

Loc backed out of the bathroom, escorting Rebecka into the main room where Dread was sleeping, still recovering from his injuries.

“What’s your name, anyway. Anna didn’t mention having any fine-ass friends.”

*-*-*

Eric’s grin faded to a dissatisfied smirk, apparently his understanding affect had caused Anna some confusion over the exact nature of their relationship. Granted, he was asking a lot of her, but the fact remained that she owed him—by those standards, he was treating her quite well actually. Especially when compared to her husband, who was no doubt recovering from a pretty severe beating.

Eric was just about to straighten Anna out properly, when his burner that connected him to his prison contacts began to ring. 2 PM on the dot, just like always. He held the vibrating phone up for her to see.

“That’s probably your husband—or more specifically his cell mate. You think I should answer? I doubt poor Paul would survive another missed call… All I know is that you’d better have a mouth full of cock before this goes to a message, because the word is that if I don’t pick up, Paulie-boy is going to catch a shiv in the shower and bleed out before the guards even know anything is wrong. Second ring… better decide fast.”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Anna hadn't given her poor husband in jail any thought for a while and it filled her with guilt. When Eric reminded her of the current predicament and of her role in it, she stepped up to him almost in a hurry and got down on her knees in front of the black cock, dipping her head down to fish up the bulging head between her lips, dropping her jaw wide and having it fill her mouth while looking up wide-eyed at Eric, hoping she had been fast enough to stop the terrible things that might happen to Larry otherwise.

******

"...Rebecka..." - Rebecka answered, her voice thin and her face pale. She looked at the blood-stained man on the couch, and realized where the first man's blood had come from. Jesus...

"What the fuck is going on...??" Rebecka continued in a firmer voice now, calming down a little from the panic attack she was on the brink of having just a few seconds ago, after being confronted with a shouting black man waving a gun at her. It was actually not the first time she was in a crazy situation; her life as a struggling actress, her experiences on the edge of the porn business plus her bonus work as a freelance whore - all this had put her in some weird and potentially dangerous situations from time to time.

It didn't take her many seconds to work out that she was in the middle of some kind of gang thing and that these two (very attractive) young afro-american males had taken refuge in this house. Rebecka could sympathize with their stress levels... And she had no intention of making matters worse. So she was smart enough to not ruffle any feathers and tried to keep her cool.

Rebecka tightened the towel round her chest and crossed her arms.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Once Anna had his cock in her mouth, Eric smirked and answered the phone on its last ring, Omar was grateful to hear his voice and expressed concern that his previous call had gone unanswered. Eric just laid his hand on the back of Anna’s pretty, blonde head and pushed her down deeper on his cock.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that. We’ve got the wife here, she’s playing nice now,” Eric smiled down at Anna, looking her square in the eyes, “tell Larry to consider that beating his jump in and tell him welcome to the set. Is he there? Good, tell him now. Yeah, I’ll wait.”

With that, Eric pushed his hips forward and down on the back of her head, forcing his huge cock past her gag reflex and into the tight, clenching hole of her throat. When her clenching and retching forced him back out and he relaxed his grip, allowing her to resume her own pace.

“Yeah, good. That’s good. Omar, listen. We got hit earlier tonight and I want to hit back as soon as possible. Do you still share a laundry shift with that crab motherfucker from down Long Beach way? Yeah, perfect. I want you to end that fucker, use Larry if he’s up to it. I don’t give a fuck how it gets done, just do that motherfucker.”

Omar confirmed the hit on the other end as Eric shoved Anna’s face roughly into his lap again, talk of murder and sex in tandem, it was an intoxicating cocktail that made Eric sure he wanted to mix the two more often.

“The wife? Yeah, she’s right here. She got her mouth full at the moment, but she could make it to the phone. Sure, go ahead. He’s earned it I suppose, she’s earning it still.”

With that, Eric released the back of Anna’s head and handed the phone down to her.

“Your husband wants to talk to you. If he sounds funny it’s because his jaw was wired shut this morning, but he’s still breathing. Stand up and take your jeans off, I’m going to fuck your ass while you talk to him.”

“Anna? Anna are you there, are you alright?” Larry was already on the line, pleading through clenched teeth and Eric was already helping Anna to her feet.

*-*-*

“Yeah, I get it. You’re… surprised, to find some armed and bloody niggas in your house and I made a shitty first impression. It’s a sincere pleasure to meet you Rebecka… with your fine ass. See, I’m with the 22’s—we both are. We’re the gang protecting Larry’s white ass from becoming a jizz well while he’s locked up. We were just getting to know Anna, in there when some dumb motherfuckas hit us. Dread over there took some rounds but he’s gonna be aight. Anyway, Anna invited us to stay with her until things cool down back at the trap.”

Loc put his pistol away and reached over, brushing a lock of damp auburn hair behind Rebecka’s ear. He bit his lip slowly, taking another moment to look Rebecka up and down. He was already getting hard again in his jeans, despite how thoroughly he’d emptied his balls into Anna.

“So how do you know Anna? I assume ya’ll are close, you having a little afternoon shower in the guest house. Are you a friend, neighbor, relation? Something like that?”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Anna did her best to accomodate the huge size of it and to her surprise she actually found it was getting just a little bit easier. She choked and spluttered and gargled on it yes, but she was also taking him deeper. Such was her focus on her taking the throatfucking, she hardly listened to what Eric was saying on the phone. So when he told her that Larry wanted to speak with her, she looked up at him with panic and confusion in her eyes and shook her head violently. But Eric didn't care and she took the phone in her hand as she was pulled to her feet.

With her free hand, she unbuttoned her jeans and tried to pull them down while talking to her husband.

"Hi honey!! Yeah i'm fine! But how are you?? Are you ok?? I miss you!!"

Anna tried desperately to keep her voice under some kind of control, feeling both terribly guilty and horny at the same time.. It wasn't a good mix.

"I don't know what to say, Anna.. I'm.. sorry..." Larry sounded dejected.

Annas jeans and thong were half-way down her ass now, and she felt Eric's hands on her.

"Don't be sorry, hun.. I'm sure things will be ok.. don't worry about me..."

***

Wasn't he the charmer, Rebecka thought to herself. And fucking hot too. Smooth talking. Haha, smooth criminal. The song came to mind, she was on the verge of actually humming it but stopped herself. Maybe not the best timing.

But how Anna knew these people was beyond her. And that she'd offered her house to them?? There was something wrong here.

"Anna is my sister-in-law. And good friend..." As Rebecka told him who she was, she thought about her brother in jail and... oh fuck. It had to be connected somehow, surely?? What other explanation could there be?

"Is Anna here...??" she asked.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Eric stifled a groan as his cock slipped free of Anna’s clenching, gasping throat, coated in her thick, ropy throat jelly running from her chin to the base of his balls as he helped her up and turned her around. Her urgency in removing her tight jeans and slutty underwear made his cock even harder than it already was and when she bent over, offering her eager hips to his palms, he buried himself balls deep in her tight, virgin asshole without a second thought.

“Ooohh-Oh-Ugh-whoahh!” the sounds escaped from Eric unbidden, as his cock slid past the clenching barrier of her ass, lubricated in her own throat juices—but if he’d been in control, he’d have stayed quiet, “damn! That fucking ass!’

Eric realized that his moans and especially his speculative opinions could be heard through the sub-standard earpiece of the burner phone he’d given to Anna. His hands dug deep into the soft, supple flesh of her ass and hips. No sooner had he drawn back, withdrawing half of his massive length, Eric pulled back on Anna’s hips roughly, slamming back into her ass hard. His body made a slapping noise as their bodies collided and his balls swung forward to slap her wet pussy, only to have it happen again and again, the tempo increasing as she spoke on the phone to her pathetic husband.

In practically no time, Eric was fucking Anna’s smooth, round ass with full vigor and enthusiasm. Her throat mucus was working well in lieu of actual lubricant and he was able to slide in and out without much struggle on his part, though Anna may have been struggling slightly more. If she was, Eric didn’t care.

As the conversation seemed to shift gears, Anna trying to find an excuse to get off the phone before she lost the ability to control her voice, Eric shifted gears too, reaching forward to grab a fistful of her long, blonde hair and pull her back into his next series of thrusts, forcing her slender back into a deep arch.

“Good slut,” Eric smirked, this time being careful with his voice, loud enough only for Anna to hear, “your reward is coming soon, snowbunny. Better wrap up that conversation…”

With Anna warned, Eric pumped his hips faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together growing louder and more frequent.

*-*-*

“Sister in law, huh?” Loc grinned, turning away from Rebecka just long enough to lay across the chaise lounge that sat across from the couch where Dread was recuperating, “so that must make you Larry’s sister. It’s clear who got the better split of virtues from that gene pool. Yes, Anna’s here. She’s in the main house, but if I know her, she’s probably—ahem, probably busy right about now. Best we don’t bother her.”

Loc made himself comfortable on the lounge chair, setting his pistol aside on the side table and lighting a Black and Mild.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get dressed? Then we can continue getting to know one another… unless you’d rather continue naked. I certainly have no problems with that.”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Anna gasped, her jaws locked out and her eyes wide as Eric forced himself into her asshole. She wanted to scream, putting her free hand over her mouth while the other was still holding the phone, balancing with her elbows on the table surface. The old oak dining table Larry's mother had given them.

Eric fucked her, and the initial excruciating pain gave way to something else. It still hurt but in a different way. Anna was in no position to give any deeper analysis over it, nor was she capable of listening to what her husband had to say on the other end. He droned on, complained about prison life. Anna couldn't even give a "hmm mmm" in reply right now, she didn't dare speak. Any sound she made would come out as an obvious "i'm sorry but i'm getting anally penetrated at the moment, can we talk later?".

But Larry heard something.
"Are you ok? What's going on? Where are you?"
"I'm at home.. darling.. fuck.. jesus..!! Sorry I banged my toe.. oh... look I gotta go hun, call me later!"

Anna didn't even wait for a goodbye from her husband, she pushed the button and let go of the phone, which slid along the polished surface of the table and landed on the floor.

"Oh fuck!!!" Oh my god please!!!"
Free from the shackles of the phone call, Anna cried out, her voice reverberating in the big room, a guttural, husky noise she hardly recognised. And then that sound of Eric's balls and cock slapping and clapping against her.
It was too much to bear. Tears came, but she wasn't sure why - if it was the anal sex or the terrible betrayal or both. Probably both.

She lifted herself up, her hands flat on the surface now which made her back arch. She looked back at her assailant, her lover, or whatever the hell he was to her. But he pushed her head back to look forward, and from that viewpoint she could see out on to her garden, her swimming pool, the guest house.

***

Rebecka did both. She let go of the towel and challenged this man before her to take a good look. Which he did. Then she walked over to her dresser and put on a pair of pink panties and a little white, shoulderless top over her tits and sat down on the sofa next to him. She was damned if she was going to let him scare or intimidate her. Not that it seemed he intended to, but still - she wanted to show him she had balls. So to speak. Rebecka looked at the injured man, to see if he was still breathing. He seemed to be.

"Are you gonna offer me one of those or what?" She eyed the packet of black and mild on the little coffee table in front of them

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Loc licked his lips as he watched Rebecka change out of the towel and into very little else, he recognized this as an obvious signal that she was interested. He smiled as she sat next to him on the couch, breathing out a mouthful of smoke through his nose. He held the wooden mouthpiece up toward Rebecka’s plump lips. Dick Sucking Lips, or DSL as he often referred to such lips with his friends.

“Tobacco is a precious resource right now, I don’t know how long we’re going to be laying low out here or when I might be able to get more, but I can share this one, if you’re willing to get closer… even closer…”

After Rebecka began smoking, Loc used the cigarillo to bring those sexy, pillowy lips to his own. When the mouthpiece left her lips, he kissed her, suddenly and deeply, his other hand moving confidently under the wide hem of her loose shirt to grasp and squeeze her huge breast. Even Loc’s large, rough hand was barely able to contain Rebecka’s luscious, augmented tit.

He didn’t even give her a chance to exhale as his tongue writhed against hers and he set the burning cigarillo down on the coffee table, not caring if the surface got burned. His dick was hard again and he took hold of her wrist, guiding her hand onto the outline of his thick and still growing shaft.

“Go get it, slut.” Loc smirked as the kiss broke and a small trail of smoke escaped the corners of his mouth. “it’s your fault that it’s like this.”

*-*-*

Eric smiled at Anna’s clumsy attempt to restrain herself even for a moment and when she hung up to scream, he laughed out loud, smacking her big, round ass with a loud slap. His hand left a bright red handprint behind on her pale skin. That made him laugh too, so he evened her out by slapping her other ass cheek before driving his thick, powerful cock deep into her ass again.

“Your husband is probably worried about you now,” Eric taunted, releasing her hair at last, but reaching around to grasp her throat and cradle her head in the same place, “but that excuse about banging your toe was pretty quick thinking. You’re a decent liar. I like that, as long as you never, ever, ever, lie to me. You got that?”

In this new position, there was no room for backing out of Anna’s ass, and his motions shifted to a transition between DEEP and DEEEEEEEEEEEPERRRR by him arching his back outward while his grasp on her throat pinned her head against his shoulder and bent her the other way.

It probably felt like he was driving his cock all the way through her.

“I might have a way you can work off the rest of Larry’s debt, but it will require me to trust you. Trust you completely. If you can lie to your husband like that how can I trust you? You’re just a whore who will submit to any nigga with a big dick. I have no use for that bitch. How can I trust you, slut? Convince me!”

Then, as if giving her permission to answer, he released her windpipe and reached around to grab her tits in both palms. In this position he could withdraw again, giving Anna a break from the deep bulldozing and resumed with the rapid pounding.

“Show me that I can trust you, whore!”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"Yeah... of course it's my fault..."

Rebecka smiled wryly before bending down over his crotch and with ease getting his cock out of his pants. It was no big deal for her, and if it was a handsome black man like this one - one who had danger written all over him too - well then she was easy. And not in the least ashamed of it. As she wrapped her hand round the thick, black shaft and let its bulging head open her mouth, she thought about Anna. What was going on in the house?? How did all this connect? She should probably stop this and find out - but she was a girl who lived in the moment and in this moment she was enjoying sucking a big black cock. Rebecka thought to herself that whatever was going on, Anna was an intelligent, careful woman capable of taking care of herself.

***

"Aahh... fuck... yes yes.. oh god yes you can trust me...!!!"

Anna didn't have a clue how to convince him that she was trustworthy, and even if she had, she was hardly in a position to give it any proper thought at the present moment. Eric's cock was sliding with increasing ease inside her, turning her ass into a second pussy. Anna wasn't a little woman, no she was pretty strong and of athletic stature, accentuated by her big hips and thighs and that huge butt. Still, in Eric's hands she felt small - a little doll that he did what he wanted with.

She felt so used. And yet... She had no choice. This was for her poor husband, wasn't it? Oh god... the high of the cocaine was subsiding. Could she ask for more? To get through this?

"Tell me.. what I have to do.. for you to trust me..."

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Fucking useless, slut,” Eric finally released Anna’s hair to bring his open palm down hard on one of her luscious, round ass cheeks, “you can’t even vouch for yourself! The truth is, I can’t trust you—you’re not trust worthy. What vow could I trust from you? You made vows to your husband, in a goddamn church—for fuck’s sake. With a priest, witnesses—filed fucking paperwork at city hall. But you dropped him from your heart the second Loc pounded your cervix with his cock. So obviously your word don’t mean shit.”

Eric slapped Anna’s ass again, bringing both hands onto her hips and pulling her back into yet another driving thrust—then another spank to chase her up his rigid pole—then he pulled her back again, their bodies colliding from opposite directions and there was an exquisite moment of stillness, except for deep inside where for a fraction of a second, his cock seemed to slowly reach deeper inside her—like some kind of lewd, third arm, fishing for her soul, or searching if she had one.

“In spite of my better judgment, I’m going to go ahead and trust you—not because of anything you are or have done, but simply because I want to trust you. But know this, if you ever fucking cross me—even for a second, even with a single thought, even an impulse that you don’t even elevate to the level of thought—if you ever even consider betraying me in any way to anyone, I’ll unleash a special kind of suffering on you and everyone you hold dear, on such a scale they’ll need to write a new book of the bible just to describe your pain. You got that, bitch?”

At this, Eric transitioned into his finishing strokes, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises where his fingers sank into her supple flesh. He hammered her without thought or concern for her, her pleasure or her wellbeing—she was just a toy for him to use in this moment, a device for extracting cum from his balls.

In that, she was uniquely gifted and overly qualified.

Eric was cumming after mere minutes of that fast pounding, his cum shot into her ass in repeated gluts, his big cock jerking and tugging upward each time it shot her full of hot goo. He held her down while he came, keeping every inch of his meat inside her until he was finished. When he was done, he gave her ass one final, grateful slap and fell straight back into the couch.

“I’m going to make you a member of my family, Anna. You’re going to be a 22. But we wear red to signify a promise. Blood in and blood out—this shit ain’t like your marriage. There ain’t lawyers who can get you out of it. Once you’re in, there is no out. Larry’s gonna learn that. Now you gonna learn it too.”

*-*-*

“Ohhhh shit, today must be my lucky fucking day,” Loc chuckled as Rebecka fished out his hard cock and took it into his mouth, his hand came to rest on the back of her head, gentle against her damp, red hair, “you’re really good at picking up signals, you’ll love my friends too. They’ll be here soon.”

Loc let Rebecka set the pace, enjoying her eagerness quite a lot. He continued smoking with his other hand, feeling very pleased with himself. White women were hilarious. Once he’d gotten a feel for Rebecka’s style of sucking his cock, he pushed down on her head forcefully, but not violently, pushing his way back, deeper into her throat.

“Fuck yeah, bitch. That’s some good fucking dome. I also like having my balls and ass licked, if you were wondering about that.”