The Cable Repair - Sex Stories

The Cable Repair

... pussy, no one! Her ass and mouth are fair game! “Scrawny” you want to take the lads back up stairs and continue where you left off, keep that camera rolling” I said with a wink. To “Mr. Black”, I calmly got up, walked to him and put my arm around his naked shoulder, walked him into the kitchen, put the 45 away in the drawer and looked him in the eye and said “how much you make a week?” He put his head down and replied. “Bout $320 after tax.” “Well I said, how’d you like to make an extra grand?” a smile crossed his face. “all I want you to do is show Phil a good time, you know like the one he wanted to show my wife, maybe he’d like that big cock of yours stuffed into his mouth, or rammed up his ass! Maybe both! Leave my fucking wife tied up for two days until her husband gets home? I don’t fucking think so!” “Mr. Black” didn’t say a word, nodded his bald head, casually walked to Phil, who was coming too by now. Kicked the son of a bitch in the stomach hard enough to make me cringe, picked him up by the hair on his head, glanced back at me and smiled the biggest smile, and dragged Phil’s flailing body into the spare bedroom and closed the door. “I would NOT want to be in that man’s shoes right now!” I thought as the muffled screams from the door were followed by the gagging noise one only makes as a cock is stuffed down their throat! The same noises my wife makes when I fuck her throat, “My wife! Fuck! I’m missing the fun!” back up the stairs I galloped, through the door I ...

... flew, the lads turned only for a second and continued with what they had been doing. The cock now in her throat was owned by “Fatty”, 5 foot’ nothing, 350 pounds, the sweat ran down his belly and dripped onto my wife’s face as he fucked his skinny nine inch cock, balls deep past her soft sexy lips. Like I said that sound of choking on a cock being rammed down your throat is unmistakeable. He would thrust his hips into her face two or three times, then pull his cock out, give her a chance to breathe then shove it back into her throat. “What a gentleman!” I thought as the tears streamed out from behind the duct tape covering her eyes, she had obviously put on make-up today, as the black stripes on her cheeks proved. Her matted hair was sticking to her face and providing a nice hand hold for “Pepe” the Frenchman, his lean muscles glistened as he said “Ma Oui” over and over as his fat, veiny, eight inch meat stick slowly worked its way, inch by inch deep into my wife’s tight asshole, slowly he worked his cock all the way to the nut sack, and then all the way out. His purple head dislodging from her sphincter made a popping sound every time he pulled out. Slowly he put it back in ensuring she felt every vein and ripple of flesh no matter what else was happening to her. “Stan” was laying under her, he really did look like Stan from American Dad. At about 6’2” 200 pounds he licked and sucked the cunts hard nipples as she was fucked in all her holes. His little cock and huge balls ...