Michelle's Story Pt 2

MICHELLE'S STORY Pt 2 by dawn1958 His words hung in the air like morning dew. Michelle realized that she not only had to have sex with the disgusting man, but she also had to make him happy. Sarge let her head drop onto the leather sofa. He reached for her titties grabbing the nipples and squeezing hard. He pulled outward stretching the elastic buds beyond tolerable limits. "Don't you want to save your husband? There is only one way!" She stared into the dark, stern eyes. The dilemma was profound. Suddenly his lips were moving again. "I will wait ... wait for orgasm. Then I will fill your white cunt with black chizz," he whispered bringing an end to her futile struggle. "Fill belly with African cum." Michelle was delirious and quickly overcome thinking she was doing the right thing. How her hand reached between the sweaty bodies was a mystery. Michelle's fingers slipped down her chest tracing a path across the soft under swell of her boobs to her tummy, which was quivering madly. Her hand seemed to belong to a stranger who moved her fingers with a passionate fervor over her heated flesh. She squirmed wildly seemingly trying to evade the self-gratifying caresses, but there was no escape. The most profound moment of truth shocked Michelle back to reality. Her damning hand slipped downward between the two bodies and over the ticklish indent of her bellybutton. Her tummy jumped in reaction to the tender caresses and that was followed by a shocking gasp when her fingers dropped to caress her raised pelvis. Sarge realized what was happening and he arched his back raising his upper torso above Michelle. He stared at the reflection of naked bodies in the big two-way mirror with a feeling of immense pride and satisfaction. Michelle was utterly astounded by her brazen immorality when her skilled fingers dipped into the valley of desire. She separated the puffy labia to expose her throbbing control button and it made her blush with immense shame. When she pinched the throbbing clitoris, her heart almost came out of her chest. She could feel the thick, black meat stretching her honey hole and she did the unthinkable. Her fingers rolled the tiny clit back and forth so vigorously that her hips rocked out of control. It was the most humiliating event of her life but Michelle reasoned it was the only way to save her husband. Rodney stared at the utterly raunchy scene. His wife was always overly dramatic when she climaxed and it was very apparent Michelle was in the midst of an earth-shattering orgasm. Her face was contorted with profound lust. Her fingers were moving so fast he could only imagine what it did to her precious clitoris. His faithful wife was creaming with a big, black penis buried deep inside her womanhood. Sarge was a master of deception. He arched his back and slapped Michelle's titties making sure to strike her swollen nipples each time. The burning inferno tightened around his enlarged pecker and he used constant pumping to end Michelle's spectacular downfall. The conquest was beyond Sarge's expectations and he imagined the husband witnessing his wife's ultimate demise. Sarge was at his best when he released his demons. He uttered loud grunting sounds with each powerful thrust, as his lance cut through Michelle's inner being. Every time he inserted the flared head of his bulging penis into virgin territory, he jettisoned molten lava into the deepest reaches of her womb. Sarge put his dark hands on the sides of her hips pulling hard each time he thrust downward with his hips. All of a sudden Rodney realized the guard next to him was talking. "She his white whore ... she hot bitch. You wait ... Enu and Mosi next," he said making Rodney shudder. "You watch ... see wife get fucked by many black cock." Rodney was distraught by the revelation. He watched his darling wife's body squirm and thrust with the African's cock still embedded in her snatch. There was no doubt she had experienced a violent orgasm matching the one Sarge was going through. As the big man's hips slowly came to a stop, Rodney's eyes opened wide in trepidation. The two guards standing next to the sofa were taking off their clothes. It took mere moments until they stood proud and stately beside the unknowing woman. Michelle thought her turmoil was over. Suddenly she saw a naked man out of the corner of her eye. To make matters worse, the guard fisted his oversized cock making sure it was hard as steel. She watched the foreskin flow back and forth over the bulbous head like a well-oiled machine. A quantity of clear fluid squirted from the slit at the end of the black penis and Michelle realized the blackmail wasn't finished. These evil blackmailing guards were going to use and abuse her and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. The three guards wanted her to struggle and protest. Sarge encouraged Michelle to fight and he allowed her legs to flail wildly, as she tried to stop Emu from getting between them. Sarge didn't hold her down or stop her from sitting up. He merely prevented her from getting off the sofa by pushing and prodding her so that she remained spread out on the leather cushions. Suddenly Sarge ordered Mosi to assist him. Each held one of Michelle's legs until she was spread wide again allowing Emu complete freedom. The guard rolled onto the sofa and between her splayed legs bringing a scream of protest from the overpowered wife. Rodney put his hands on the glass pretending that he wanted to help his wife. The guard standing beside him was enjoying the erotic display and he wanted to make the husband suffer. "Not worry ... only fuck ... not hurt wife," the guard whispered. They watched as Emu fisted his pecker and slapped Michelle's white flesh all over. First he left a wet trail across Michelle's flat belly before slapping her raised pelvis. Sarge was now free to carry out more depraved chastisement. He reached across his desk flicking a switch to allow sound into the secret room so the husband could hear. "Emu see cunt ... pretty white cunt," Emu said knowing what his boss expected him to do. "Emu stick prick in ... fuck white slut," the guard whispered shaking Rodney to the core. The husband watched in horror, as his wife's turmoil continued with a second guard mounting her naked body. Michelle felt the head of the massive pecker spreading her labia wide until he could ravage the puffy clitoris. Emu crushed the tender bud before slipping the wide head inside the hot opening. Amazingly, Michelle felt his cock slide into her cavity without the slightest bit of pain. Sarge had taken care of any required stretching and his semen lubricated her smooth, heated channel. Instantly the heat of her pussy overwhelmed the big African. He rammed his big cock to the hilt pounding Michelle's ass deep into the plush cushions. Emu marveled his reward for working with the unscrupulous Sarge. He grinned wide and desperately clung to his last shred of stamina. It sent shivers through the spectators seeing his body covered with sweat, which made his muscles stand out prominently all over his body. He appeared like Zeus, as Rodney watched the powerfully built African ravage his innocent wife. Emu quickly developed a smooth rhythm with his desire soaring sky-high. Michelle thought he had limited stamina but she was sorely wrong. The African pumped in and out of her precious honey hole like a madman enjoying the ride of his life. Emu arched his back and grabbed both of Michelle's arms holding them stretched out to the sides. He straightened his arms so that his upper body hovered over his precious, white slave, which gave everyone a perfect view of Michelle's luscious body. Sarge grinned when he shifted so he could get close to Michelle. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered. "You good white ass ... hubby like seeing his wife fuck ... fuck big Blackman." Sarge put his fingers in her hair and yanked so that her head faced the reflective glass. "Husband watch wife fuck ... you save his sorry ass when you fuck Emu. You cum ... again ... and make Sarge happy." Michelle's eyes opened wide when she stared at the uncanny reflections. She stared into the mirror knowing she was looking into Rodney's eyes. Michelle imagined her husband on the other side of the glass watching her demise but she didn't know how to fight the mean, dominant Sarge. She didn't know how to show Rodney that she was being forced and suddenly realized she couldn't fool any of the men. It seemed that every time she acted worried or distraught, she conveyed sheer passion and desire. All of a sudden a spasm shot through her insides, and then another more powerful than the first. She could only imagine what it looked like from the other side of the mirror. Suddenly Sarge nibbled on her ear, which resulted in another spasm so strong it rocked her fragile confidence. Sarge kept his mouth at her ear. "You very sexy ... you like black cock ... don't you?" He kept her face pointed directly at the mirror so she couldn't hide her despair. "You pay. The price for husband's freedom is ... one more orgasm. You cum or else Sarge fuck ass ... fuck ass with his big ... black ... cock!" If she could disappear, Michelle would have at that moment. Although she stared at her imaginary husband wanting to fight and struggle with all her might, time stopped for the distraught woman. She could only imagine what it looked like being a captive to the two Africans. Emu hovered over her body with his black cock deep inside her precious opening, as he held her arms fully outstretched to her sides. Sarge held her head turned directly at the mirror, as he whispered orders in her ear. "You do it ... do it ... now!" Sarge said a split second before biting down hard. His teeth bit into Michelle's tender ear bringing about instant pain. She screamed but Sarge merely bit harder. He bit just hard enough to break the skin and her blood was like an intoxicating drug to his crazed mind. He yelled through his clinched teeth. "That's it ... move cunt ... fuck Emu's black cock. You fuck Emu ... put black cock in belly ... fuck Emu!" The pain was gone but not the screaming agony. But now it was the agony of lust, which quickly robbed her sanity. Sarge had broken her spirit. "No ... no, gawd no ... Oh gawd I can't stop," Michelle moaned. Sarge bit harder but there was no more pain, only the agony of a woman surrendering her soul. Her voice was loud and shook Rodney to the core. "Fuck ... fuck me you bastard. Fuck me with your big cock ... so fucking big. Oh gawd, so deep ... inside ... I can't stop, I caaaaan't." Her stomach went into convulsion, as she succumbed to the African police officer. Suddenly it didn't matter anymore. "Oh my gawd ... I'm cuuumming ... cuuumming," she yelled at Sarge. Her mind was consumed by pure, unadulterated sex. No love or no tender emotions. There was only pure animal lust. He twisted her head to keep her face pointed at the mirror. "Tell Sarge what you are." She didn't hesitate. "I'm your white woman ... oh gawd ... your white cunt. Take me you black bastard!" The only thing she cared about was satisfying her raging desire and her body went out of control. Her world consisted of only one thing. A big, black cock buried deep inside her womanly being. "Fuck me ... fuck me you ... you ... you cocksucker!" Sarge wanted her to beg even more and for some profound reason Michelle complied. He thrust his big hand under her thrashing torso, which was driving up at Emu, until he wormed his way to her squirming rear end. Sarge fondled her ass threatening to shove his fingers between her vulnerable butt cheeks, which Michelle desperately tried to squeeze together. "You cum ... or next Sarge will fuck ass. Use big cock on your white ass and show husband ... wife is slut." What else could she do? Michelle's gorgeous face was etched with pure agony, which looked exactly like pure ecstasy to Rodney. She was no longer a wife ... a mother ... an upstanding member of the community. Michelle was a hussy, a jezebel, and a wanton slut who was suddenly filled with profound lust. She couldn't stop her hips thrusting madly at Emu. She hated the man. There was no love or tenderness. There was nothing but sheer hatred and raging lust. Her body belonged to an African. Michelle could not fathom any orgasm lasting forever but she thought the earthquake of desire would never end. The bastard beside her shoved his vulgar finger into the crack of her ass threatening to invade her last sanctuary. Sarge laughed out loud at her desperate measures, as she tried not to succumb to his dastardly demands. Emu fucked her precious honey hole like there was no tomorrow. There were three overpowering guards and Michelle was their slave. The intense convulsions consumed every bit of her sanity and she rode the erotic roller coaster at breakneck speed. Her orgasm climbed to the highest peak and she opened her eyes wide realizing how far she had risen. Spasms and quakes erupted in her epicenter, as she teetered on the crest just before letting go. Sarge had never witnessed such untamed passion. He felt the muscles of Michelle's butt cheeks tighten knowing she was in the midst of a violent climax. The blackmail had worked to perfection and he was extremely satisfied. Sarge kept up a verbal triad whispering in Michelle's ear ensuring she was conscious of her husband watching her ultimate demise. The roller coaster was already on the downward tracks when Emu let go. He arched his back, as much as possible, and then rammed his swollen pecker, balls deep, with a savage thrust of his strong hips. Again and again he drove his hips into her crotch and every time he did, he jettisoned a stream of torrid lava in her deepest regions. The intense heat inflamed her mind with a fiery lust that Michelle had only dreamed about. She didn't understand how something so wicked and morally wrong could make her lose control? She lapsed into an unconscious state from utter exhaustion when Emu was finished ravaging her body. Sarge let her go and Michelle collapsed on the soft sofa cushions with her eyes closed. How the remaining guard got his pecker into Michelle's hand was a mystery. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes to Mosi's enlarged manhood, which was moving back and forth through her small fists. Somehow Michelle was forced into a seated position with Mosi standing at the edge of the sofa right in front of her. She had both of her hands on his cock and her fingers were tightly wrapped around the thick shaft. The cock was so hard that she could feel the blood surging through the swollen veins, which sent a shiver through her whole body. Michelle would always ask why she did it? She aimed the bulbous head at her chest expecting Mosi to climax. Michelle was not disappointed when Mosi spewed cum like a raging gusher. Her eyes grew bigger watching the thick, white jets of cum shot all over her boobs. It was like a lust-consuming dream when she fisted Mosi's cock with perfect fluidity. She aimed the white cream flying from the dark, black penis so that it landed on her titties until each was coated with running streams of African cum. Michelle wondered if the man had an endless reservoir. Every time she pumped Mosi's throbbing cock, he shot more cum at her. Nearing what she reasoned had to be the end of his orgasm, Michelle was positive someone's hand pushed her head forward. All of a sudden the pulsating cock touched her lips, and then pushed between them. Michelle fully realized it would be easy for her to jerk the spewing cock to the side and out of her mouth, but she didn't do it. Suddenly she felt her mouth filled with cum just before swallowing. Michelle deemed it was either cooperate or suffocate. She willingly drank the African cum acting more like an obedient white slave than a refined woman of the Western world. All Michelle worried about was trying to explain things to Rodney. She reasoned that her actions during the traumatizing ordeal surely would have upset him. Rodney watched Sarge and his two cohorts slowly gather around his naked wife. They forced Michelle to her feet so that she stood in the middle of the three guards. She appeared almost like a white goddess to Sarge and he vowed to force her husband to bring Michelle when he returned on Monday for the scheduled vote monitoring. With that in mind, he planned one more humiliation before setting the couple free. Sarge peered directly into the mirror and he motioned at his two subordinate guards who were in the room with Rodney. Rodney didn't know what to think when he saw Sarge waving into the glass. It didn't take him long to understand that his mortifying affair was not over. All of a sudden the two guards who were guarding him left the room and Rodney's eyes opened in horror when they suddenly appeared in Sarge's office prison. It took a blink of an eye before the two guards were stripped naked and then Sarge shoved his hostage to the newcomers. Michelle stumbled or tripped but she didn't fall as four strong hands caught her. The newcomers easily guided her flailing body over to a sofa where they forced her onto her back. Rodney wasn't even conscious that he was alone in the room. He was only aware of his lovely, devoted wife being raped by two more black men. He felt totally helpless watching the dire scene unfold. Michelle struggled but she was no match for the two determined lust-ridden men. She appeared like a rag doll when the first guard mounted her. Rodney watched the man rub his big pecker over her lustrous flesh until he was ready. Rodney held his breath when the man put the flared head of his black rod at the entrance to the pearly gates. He didn't start breathing again until the man was in full rhythm driving his massive cock in and out of his wife's precious hole. There was nothing he could do so Rodney merely watched. The guard was overly dramatic when he finally reached the end of his long-lasting stamina. Rodney watched him empty his load of African cum into his wife who had ceased fighting the man. Rodney was more amazed than shocked at his own response. His hand was on his crotch feeling something that should not be happening under such dire circumstances. Rodney's cock was harder than ever and he realized Michelle's turmoil had one more chapter before it was over. The last guard stood beside the copulating pair stroking his enlarged cock. It was obvious he was waiting for his turn at the sexy, white goddess. Rodney has seen enough to drain his stamina. The front of his shorts were getting wetter and wetter. He knew enough not to touch himself but somehow he lost patience. He rubbed his crotch and made sure to push hard on the head of his cock until he felt it pulsating like mad. Suddenly the last big black man rolled on top of Michelle without any regard for her trodden emotions. Rodney had no idea of the hell his wife would endure when the last guard fucked her. Sarge moved in close to Michelle until he could whisper in her ear. "Husband almost free man ... but ... but you have to do one more thing," he whispered. Sarge wrapped his fingers through her wet, curly hair and turned her head so she could look at her reflection. "He watching ... watching to see his slut do it one more time. You will orgasm again ... or else husband not free man!" Tears ran from her eyes but it appeared like lost passion to onlookers. Michelle cried knowing she had lost every battle to Sarge and now she must surrender one more time. She could see the image of sharply contrasting bodies. Her vivid reflection looked small and overpowered while the man's looked large and intimidating. The guard could see what was happening with his leader humiliating the woman. He held his hips skyward letting everyone get a good picture show. His big cock hovered barely over the distraught woman. Rodney's eyes budged at the sight of the large cock that looked like it would destroy any delicate woman. The guard acted in dramatic slow-motion. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of Michelle's cunt and waited. He gave everyone time to reflect on what was going to happen. When he thrust his powerful hips just enough to sink the head of his cock into the passion pit, it brought a mixture of groans and moans. Michelle uttered the loudest moan but her eyes never left the mirror. Her husband was beyond the glass and he was going to see her paltry demise even though she knew better. The heat was more intense than the guard imagined. He gave another thrust sinking more inches of his cock into the fiery hole. Again he paused and all could see there was still space between the black and white. The guard stared into the mirror and suddenly he rammed his hips downward with all his might. All the air came out of Michelle's lungs but she did not need air at the precise moment. She held her breath while the guard began pumping his hips up and down in ravaging fashion. All of a sudden Sarge was demanding again. "Do it ... do it to save husband. You make Sarge happy when you have orgasm," he whispered knowing Rodney was oblivious to his secret taunting. "And I will know if you fake ... so you no fake ... or husband stay in jail!" The roller coaster started the rampant voyage again and Michelle jumped onboard. Her emotions rose along with Sarge's orders and she found it impossible to fight the commanding man. When her hips began thrusting up at the invader, she resigned herself to the fact she was a pawn in black magic. Sarge pulled hard on her hair but forced her face to stay pointed at the mirror. She was unaware that her legs were splayed and bent with her knees high enough to hug the guard's hips. Rodney saw it all. The sight of two animals going through untamed fervor and it was too much for him. He cupped the end of his prick squeezing hard on the throbbing head. Even knowing there would be immense regret for losing control to self-gratification, Rodney soaked his already wet shorts. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of his life and one he vowed to keep secret, if possible. The aftermath of the orgy lasted for an eternity. The whole affair had far surpassed anything Sarge hoped for and he guaranteed it would not be the last. Once all the guards were dressed in their uniforms, Sarge allowed Michelle freedom to get dressed. Relieved that the ordeal was finally over, she quickly donned her clothes. When they all exited the office, Sarge gave more orders. "Emu! You take our visitor to waiting room. Mosi! Get husband and bring to my office. We have our meeting ... now," he ordered. "I guess he not smuggle drugs ... someone must have planted drugs in briefcase." Sarge smiled a warm, pleasant smile sending a shiver of doubt through Michelle. As much as she despised the man, Michelle found it hard to hate him when he kept his word. It had been a most dreadful tormenting but at least they were both safe. Mosi followed his boss's orders and he quickly brought Rodney to his office. "Please come in ... sit," Sarge said, as his hand waved at a chair in front of his extra-large desk. "You lucky ... not want to spend time in my jail. It not good for white man." Rodney readily agreed and he stared at Sarge trying hard not to convey too much hatred. He was filled with great apprehension thinking about how he would get even. Rodney vowed to file a complaint with the international committee about the treatment he and Michelle endured while with the unscrupulous Security officer. He desperately wanted to get out of the country and get his wife away from the evil man's clutches. The two men sat quietly for a brief moment, and then Sarge spoke. "Now we arrange your visit for election. On Monday ... voting start at 9:00. I take you to voting stations ... you see all procedures done right." Rodney listened and tried hard to concentrate on what Sarge was saying. He felt sort of intimidated sitting across from the powerful head of security while Mosi remained standing near the door. Mosi was an imposing figure dressed in full uniform, which included a firearm strapped to his side, and it appeared to Rodney like the guard was actually blocking the exit. Sarge and Rodney discussed how they would conduct voting day and the days after the election. The international committee had scheduled Rodney to be in the country for five to six days depending on the outcome of the voting. He was the international delegate assigned to the capital city but he also had to visit some of the outlying areas. It was his job to ensure all voting procedures were carried out properly and according to international protocol. All the details were worked out fairly quickly between the two men. Rodney was extremely relieved when it was time to leave but he got the shock of his life when he stood up. He watched Sarge lean to his right and flick the intercom button. "Emu! Take our beautiful guest to my place. My wife ... is expecting a guest and will take care of her," Sarge said holding Rodney's stare daring the man to do something. Sarge let go of the intercom button and spoke directly to a shivering Rodney. "No need for you to go to Cape Town. I have plenty of room at my house for your wife. You can stay in the luxury suite at the best hotel in the city." Sarge wanted to make his point so that Rodney understood how hopeless his situation had become. "I have recorded everything ... everything you watched," Sarge whispered while waving a DVD case in front of Rodney's bewildered eyes. "The international committee would not think kindly of your wife taking advantage of our hospitality. After all ... you are a trusted representative. You come from a civilized country ... and come to our uncivilized city taking advantage of our trust?" He spoke with a questioning tone challenging Rodney to defy his demands. Rodney's legs almost gave out. He wondered how he could refuse the man's request without putting himself or Michelle in more jeopardy? Rodney pondered opposing Sarge's demands but suddenly he sighed, resigning himself to the fact Sarge had won. All the arguments he thought of seemed senseless. If indeed the DVD contained all the sexually explicit particulars that happened during the interrogation, nobody would believe Michelle was not a willing participant. There were times he even believed his wife acted overly enthusiastic with Sarge and his security guards. Rodney surprised himself when he spoke. Even though his plight seemed futile, he gave one last try for a salvation. "I ... I," Rodney stuttered not sure how to tell Sarge that his wife had other plans. "I'm really sorry ... but Michelle has plans to do some sightseeing. She has already made arrangements to travel all around Cape Town on a tour." "What are plans ... but arrangements to be broken? She will be safe at my residence. You not worry ... besides, Emu is already taking her there," Sarge said with a most confident smile on his dark, rugged face. Sarge waved the DVD case again when he spoke. "Who will people believe?" He couldn't resist taunting his guest. "All that went on in office this afternoon ... has been recorded. I have evidence of your wife seducing my guards," he said. "Also ... I have evidence of you when you smuggle drugs into my country." Rodney felt like yelling at him to say that his claims were entirely bogus and false. He fully realized the perilous position Sarge had put him in, thereby giving him no choice, but to comply with the frightening demands. Rodney struggled to accept his cruel fate realizing the man was in complete control. He tried not to imagine his precious wife spending the entire weekend in a stranger's house without anyone around to ensure her safety. Suddenly Rodney wondered if it was her safety that concerned him or was it her purity? Sarge was relentless. "Not worry. I took the liberty to notify the international committee of your change of plans," he said handing Rodney a copy of his notification to the committee. Rodney stared at the document having a hard time focusing on the small print. All of a sudden he noticed the time Sarge sent the notification. In bold, black print was 1530 hours, which meant Sarge had sent the message before their plane even landed in the country. Suddenly Rodney realized the man was fully capable of anything and that Sarge was shrewd and extremely manipulative. Sarge smiled at his hapless guest, secure in the knowledge that the junta would reward him richly for securing Rodney's certification that the elections were properly carried out. What Sarge hadn't expected was Michelle being such an extraordinary woman, which turned out to be a fantastic bonus. Rodney would never forget Sarge's parting words. "I never met white woman who fuck like that. Your wife ... she squirms on big black cocks, no? She make good Blackman whore." Sarge leaned forward grinning broadly at the hapless husband. "We not hurt her, just fuck her," he whispered in a sure, steady voice. "Whore likes big black cock. Whore wants belly full of black cum." Sarge patted his belly and roared, "Sarge can hardly wait for her belly to swell ... Sarge love getting white woman pregnant!" The hair stood up on the back of Rodney's head hearing the man laugh out loud. He could not deny what he saw when his wife was with Sarge. There was no doubt in Rodney's mind that Michelle had climaxed during the seedy affair or that she stopped fighting after an initial struggle. All of a sudden he was shocked out of his daydream by Sarge's voice. "You go with Mosi. He take you to hotel. I send car for you tomorrow night ... you come my place for dinner." The man's bold statements stunned Rodney. Before he could react or respond to Sarge, Rodney found himself being led outside by Mosi who went directly to a waiting limousine. When the back door opened, the guard commanded Rodney into the backseat with a wave of his hand. Rodney was distraught with the numerous possibilities of what Michelle would be made to do during the next 24 hours. He would be forced to endure that many hours of misery without knowing what was happening to his lovely wife. Rodney contemplated the possibility of Michelle's fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her destiny. He slumped into the backseat, dejected and worried by the most vivid visualizations of his wife being manhandled by the domineering African. 4575 2.03/512345