“We don’t have any money here” was the first thing she thought to say. “You did,” replied the taller of the two men, pressing the barrel of his gun against the back of my head, forcing my face down. “Or, he did, at least. Our money, and a lot of it.”
“There’s a TV, laptops. Just take what you want and go.” she said, a picture of trembling defiance in her negligee, silhouetted in the kitchen doorway, one hand steadying herself against the frame, fingers tight, tips pressed to the painted wood. “Not even close to enough, sweetie,” he answered. “And besides, we aren’t here to collect. Your little boyfriend here is going to be an example to what happens to people that don’t take their debts seriously.” The barrel was an oppressive presence against my scalp, I visualized my brain meat spread across the floor, my fingernails pulled out, bones twisted to cracking. My heart was beyond racing, it quivered in my chest, a cold flush running over me.
The second man approached her, aiming to grab her arm. “I’ll scream.” she said. “You’ll die” said the other, but nonetheless his advance halted. This wasn’t their plan, I realized. They didn’t know she would be home early for our anniversary any more than I had a few days ago. They hadn’t prepared for a second person, but I had a sinking feeling they weren’t in the mood to leave a witness either.
I strained my eyes upwards to look at her, the most beautiful woman I could ever hope would love me back, I wanted to tell her to run, to take any chance to escape, just leave me. The worst part of this all was that I had brought her into this danger. I had always thought, or maybe just assumed out of selfish convenience, that I could keep my two lives separate.
I locked eyes with her, pleaded with furious lamentation for her to abandon me and save herself. She looked back at me, and I knew she understood, and I knew also that she would not leave me, and I pitied her for her selflessness, for being a better person than I had deserved. “Just leave. Just leave and we won’t tell anyone. We’ll find away to pay you, or whatever you want.”
“Well, that is an idea.” said the shorter of the two, turning his head towards the other. “It looks like you two had some plans for a lovely evening.” He took a step towards her, reaching out on hand to touch her deep red hair. She shrunk back slightly, then held stiffly firm. “Or maybe you just knew we were coming over?” he said, his fingers tracking down along her hair to the thin strap of the lacy brassiere she had worn to surprise me. Her own hand struck out, slapping his fingers away. She had a warrior’s heart under her full chest, but I could tell how scared she was, how much it took to hold her chin up and wits together in the face of two armed and dangerous men.
The gun-man, still behind me, was quiet for a moment. “Actually, that is an idea.” He tapped the gun against my head a few times. “She is a fine looking morsel, isn’t she. And that would teach our friend here a good lesson.” She sensed the tone of the two men shifting, her arms drew in, crossed in front of her to slightly conceal her breasts. She noticed that she was losing her composure, tried to assume a natural posture to conceal her unease.
“What do you want? A blowjob? A blowjob and you’ll leave?” I nearly wretched to hear her say it, fought against the tube-sock they had stuffed in my mouth to yell my objection. I received a sharp blow to my ear for the trouble.
“That would be a really expensive blowjob, toots” said the shorter man, with a small laugh. “You’ll have to do a lot better than that.” He was gaining confidence again, and approached her, she retreating, pressing her back against the edge of the doorway. Half a head taller than her, she was physically outmatched.
“I’ll blow you both, then.” Her voice caught, trembled. Tears welled in my eyes. “Yeah, you will,” mused the taller man. “You’ll blow him, you’ll blow me, and then you’ll fuck me. And if you do good enough, well, we can call it even.” My heart sank at his counter offer, and I cursed the weakness in me that rejoiced to hear a chance that I would escape the torturous death I was certain of minutes ago. The shorter man took a last step towards her, and was within arms reach. I worried that in a moment they might just take their end of the bargain regardless, and take the risk of her errant screams raising alarm. She could tell too, that her position was precarious, that her footing for negotiation was slipping, tenuous.
She drew up to her full height, her body facing the shorter man, her face towards the taller. “Fine. Deal. I’ll do it, on your promise that you will let us both go, unharmed.” By the end of her sentence she putting her arms out in front of her, in what would most likely be a vain attempt to hold the shorter man away.
“Alright then! Said the shorter man, his hands now upon hers. “Time to put your money where your mouth is, or uh, mouth where your mouth is.” he said, clearly amused by his own half-wit. She hesitated, her face churning with fear and disgust and above it a mask of stoic sacrifice. She took the offensive, pressing back against the man, putting his back against the opposite side of the door frame. “Woah, we have a live one here” he chuckled. She allowed a sneer at his snide remark, but did not allow it to cease her momentum. She steadily lowered to her knees, eyes locked forward. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, wouldn’t reply to my gagged refusals.
The man unzipped his pants, and removed his cock, and my beautiful, faithful fiancee, light of my life, leaned forward, made a hesitant sigh, and took another man’s cock into her mouth. She slowly nursed the head of his cock, her lips sliding across his skin, spreading saliva across it. “Wow, she is good.” he said, then continue “she just needs a little encouragement.” He reached his hand down to her head, his fingers running through her dark red hair. With his palm against the back of her head he pressed her forward, shoving her mouth deeper onto his throbbing member until her nose smooshed against his body. He held here there, fully inside her throat. She began to burble with noise, her eyes wide and beginning to panic. I struggled harder against the ropes that held me to my chair but only managed to tighten the knots further and scuff my skin.
She grabbed his wrist with both hands but failed to release the pressure holding her face onto him. He looked over at his compatriot. “She acts like shes never had one in that far. Maybe buddy-boy here isn’t packing too much?” He laughed, sneering at me, clearly enjoying my anger at the submissive position he held her in.
Finally he eased off, allowing her to slide back until only her mouth was filled. She breathed deeply through her nose, huffing at the air. “Keep going.” ordered the taller man, still behind me, now holding my head up, not allowing me to turn my head. It didn’t matter, I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t leave her alone in this, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the train-wreck.
She continued sucking him, and I continued watching. Soon he was bidding her to go faster, clearly approaching orgasm. He pulled her face on and off, deeper and shallower. And then I witnessed his balls twitch, his penis spasm, as he unloaded into her mouth. I tried to close my eyes, but it didn’t help.
She pulled off of him almost entirely, his head still between her lips, spitting and coughing. The cum dribbled out from around the obstruction, running down her lips and chain and dripping onto her bra.
Now the taller man decided to take his turn. He left his post behind me, placing his gun on top of a bookcase. He pulled her by her shoulders, turning her towards him and standing her up. He fiercely grabbed her cum-stained bra by the center, and ripped it off of her, the hooks snapping. He tossed it away. Her perky full breasts exposed, she quickly covered them with her hands, her eyes toward the ground where her bra law, even its scant modesty lost to her.
“Now,” he said, undoing his pants, “you’re going to suck this c-” His sentence was cut short by the sound of her knees hitting the floor. She took him in one hand, and began sucking his cock from tip to base, her body leaned forward, rising up and down in sync with the motion of the penis sliding in and out of her throat. Her fingers encircled him, chasing her lips up and down, gripping and twisting. Occasionally she would take her mouth off, and run her tongue across and around the head of his cock, or lapping at it like a dog drinking water. I realized her plan, to make him cum quickly so the ordeal would be over before he could take it any further, as he had promised.
It worked, him cumming quickly that is. But unlike the shorter man he refused to allow her to pull back. He held her by the base of her neck, his cock deeply inside her mouth as he throbbed and shot cum down the back of her throat. Unable to cough or spit, she was forced to swallow every drop.
However, he was not finished. After releasing her head he stood her up and bent her over, and began to remove her panties. Unlike with her bra, he went slowly this time, taking the panties by their thin straps and sliding them down off of her. I closed my eyes and looked away, but what I head next brought back my attention, destroying my self control, denying me the respite of not witnessing.
“Holy hell, she’s so fucking wet!” My eyes snapped open in panic, I knew it to be a lie, but saw it was true. Her panties were positively soaked. Even as I watched a strand wetness running from her descending underwear to her body snapped, leaving a droplet to fall. “And I thought we were having all the fun!” joked the shorter one.
He wasted no further time, shoving her forward onto all fours, her wet panties around her ankles. He took his cock into his hand, and guided himself into her. He fucked her hard, shoving forward into her so strongly that she had to widen the stance of her hands on the ground to keep herself from toppling over forward. Her face was turned away from me, obscured by her hair, but even so I could hear the muffled sounds as his thrusts forced her breath out.
“I think she wants it from both ends.” said the shorter one, moving in front of her, his own erection resurrecting at the sight. The taller man made no response, fully attentive as pounding her, his hands on her hips, pulling her back as his cock rammed forward. The shorter man huffed, and turned away.
“Court,” I struggled to say against my gag, trying to reach out to her. This brought the attention of the shorter man, who approached me. “Goddamn, look! This guy’s fully torqued! Look! He’s loving it!” He pointed a mocking finger at my crotch, where to my shame I was indeed hard. I twisted in my seat, trying to hide it. Not from him, but from Court. I don’t know if she looked over, if she noticed. I don’t know if she could even hear him over the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh.
“Shut the fuck up!” yelled the taller man, his thrusts growing faster and faster. I could tell what was coming. He was getting close, close to the worst thing I could imagine. Court spoke, a quiet pleading “Don’t.” He didn’t stop. “Don’t please. Finish in my mouth. I’ll swallow, I’ll swallow on my own!” Her voice rose, begging him. “Please don’t cum in me, please.” He didn’t stop. He didn’t pull out. Tears filled her eyes as his cum filled her pussy, his muscles and cock spasming and throbbing, shooting all he had deep inside her. My head swam. Even sitting down I grew dizzy. Was she on the pill? Was she planning to surprise me on our anniversary with the idea of starting a family?
Her breaths came deep and slow. Her toes scratched at the floor. Her thighs shivered. I prayed they didn’t notice this humiliation, didn’t know all of her signs like I did. She was cumming, too. That must have been why she wanted him to pull out, so she wouldn’t cum. So I wouldn’t see her cum.
With a final deep thrust he was finished.
He held her tight on to him, his lap pressed against her ass, his cock still inside her. He was breathing deeply, exhausted. He leaned over, supporting himself on her, his erection slowly lowering. As he pulled out I expected to see his cum flowing out, but there was barely even a few drops. It must have all been so deep it wouldn’t even come out. I felt like I was having a heart attack.
He released her and stood. She sunk to the floor, breathing heavily, her face still turned away.
They fixed their clothing, finally getting ready to leave.
“Pretty damn good.” said the short one. “But uh, you might need to change out your undies there, bud. Looks like you had a goddamn wet dream” The smug fucker patted me on the shoulder.
“Pretty good,” agreed the taller one. “good enough for a down payment. We’ll, uh, be in touch about a payment plan.” he said, as they made their exit.
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