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Denise looked around at all of the happy faces and
smiled because the party was going so well. It certainly
took the stress off, as she was the one who made most of
the arrangements for the large neighborhood gathering.
Everyone seemed to love an Independence Day celebration
and the party atmosphere spread through the entire
neighborhood. Denise was over the top, as everyone came
up and thanked her for the great party.

It seemed someone was constantly shoving a drink in her
hand and it felt like the celebration would never end.
One thing that no one expected or realized was the fact
alcohol was readily available to not only the adults,
but also to the numerous teenagers in attendance. Three
of the cunning and more devious teens huddled together
near a secluded area of the park, as they watched all
the happenings going on in the central section.

"Do you have it... the fucking shit to put in her
drink," one teen whispered to his buddy.

"Fuckin' eh I do," the buddy replied, as he held up a
full glass of spiked booze. 'Once she drinks even a
little of this, she won't remember a fucking thing.
She'll get so fucking horny that she'd fuck anything
that moves."

The teenagers had planned and schemed for weeks. One of
their dads was from a small country in Africa and he
inadvertently provided his son with what he correctly
revealed was more than a serious tranquillizer. He said
it was called goat-weed and once the sedative was given
to a woman, she got hornier than ever without even
realizing what happened. The dad cited examples in his
own village where young innocent women were taken
advantage of after consuming a portion of the goat-weed.

Dave leaned closer to his buddy, Jeff. "So your dad says
no woman can resist this African weed. Once they drink
it, lust and desire takes over and they can't resist,"
he whispered.

"Yeah, but... but what if she finds out?"

"Don't worry. After we fuck her brains out, what's she
gonna say?"

"I hope you're right."

"Like I say, don't worry," Dave reassured his buddy.
"I'll get her over to that bush area... to where it is
dark as hell and you just be ready with the goddamn
drink."

Dave promptly left his buddies and headed towards the
gorgeous hostess who had already consumed more alcohol
than her slender 120 pound body could tolerate. Denise
had trouble standing let alone walking, as the numerous
drinks took a huge toll on her ability to think
straight. She easily could be classified as drunk and
her memory after a certain point was completely gone.
The last thing Denise remembered was knowing she was
intoxicated and realizing it was time to retire.

Denise was wobbly but she managed to find her way out of
the main party area. She stumbled across the park and
approached a darkened section near a bunch of bushes.
"You did a marvelous job. It's a great party and we have
you to thank," Dave said to the drunken hostess. "I know
Jeff, Cory and I are just teenagers, but we wondered if
you would have a drink with us... sort of a toast to
Independence Day."

Denise would have no memory of talking to the teenager
or that she accepted a drink from him. The area was
fairly secluded, but she seemed willing once Dave’s two
smiling friends appeared out of nowhere. Deni readily
raised her glass when the teen toasted the occasion and
she tried not to spill, as the drink sloshed around in
the glass. She took a sip each time one of the teenagers
offered a toast to the Independence Day celebration.

The teen's continued to make toasts and without
realizing it Denise consumed a good portion of the
spiked drink. When her knees started to buckle and her
legs felt too wobbly to stand, she gladly accepted a
helping hand from the infatuated teenager. "Please, let
me give you a hand... help you up to your condo and get
you home," Dave whispered and smiled when he noticed her
glassy eyes try to focus. "Here's to another
Independence Day and may our country remain free."

Denise heard the toast and without thinking she followed
the teenager's lead. It seemed natural to finish off the
drink to bring an end to the festivities and she emptied
her glass in a hurry. Dave wrapped his arm around her
and one of his buddies took her glass, as all three
tried to help and carry Denise across the park to the
entrance to her condo building.

Denise was a zombie. She was virtually passed out or too
sedated to even know what was happening or where she was
going. Her mind remained totally blank when she was
escorted up to her condo and she actually invited them
inside much to the delight of the three horny teenagers.

***

Denise tried to open her eyes, but they just wouldn't
open. Her brow was etched with lines of pain and agony,
as her head hurt so bad she found it impossible to
think. What happened, she wondered, and tried again to
at least squint so she could see. She shrugged her
shoulders and remained motionless because her entire
body hurt when she moved just the tinniest bit.

It took another five minutes before Denise actually
managed to open her eyes. She stared straight up at the
ceiling and tried to think or at least remember
something about what happened during the party. The last
thing she remembered was standing with a bunch of
friends who offered her drinks. She remembered feeling
overly joyous because of the numerous compliments given
to her and blamed her excessive drinking on a temporary
lack of control.

Denise had no recollection of sipping on the sweet
smelling refreshment handed to her by one of the teens
at the gathering or did she even remember their names.
Subconsciously she would recall how each mouthful tasted
better and better yet her memory would remain a blank
for most of the evening.

All of a sudden she leaped out of bed and ran as fast as
she could to the bathroom. Luckily to seat was up on the
toilet and she merely wrapped her arms around the bowl,
as the heaving started. She couldn't remember the last
time she threw up and it seemed to take forever before
she felt good enough to lift her head out of the bowl.

Denise simply sat back on the floor and blinked her eyes
a few times, trying to clear her head. Just as she
thought she was steady enough to move, it hit again and
she hugged the bowl for another few minutes. When she
felt well and strong enough, Deni sat up again and wiped
her forearm across her mouth to remove any lingering
vomit.

Her legs felt extremely weak, but she found the strength
to stand up. Deni slowly moved over to the sink and she
received the biggest shock of her life. She stared into
the big bathroom mirror and her heart literally stopped.
Slowly her eyes moved up and down her body, as she
studied the horrible scene.

Her hair was a complete mess with it tangled and
sticking out, as if it had been days since she combed or
brushed her hair. Her face looked strained and tired
with dark bags under her normally bright and cheerful
eyes. When she glanced down to her chest, her stomach
heaved and she rushed back to the toilet for another
bout of sickness.

Denise raised her head out of the bowl and glanced down
at her chest. The detailed markings and evidence was
still there and she cried. Tears rolled down her rosy
cheeks, but luckily her stomach was empty so there was
no more vomiting. Deni rolled back onto her butt and
studied the dark red hickies all over her white velvety
boobs. She lost count of the number, as the red
blemished were all over, but there was something a lot
worse adorning her chest.

Deni stood up and looked into the mirror again. "Suck My
Titty" was written directly above her right boob and
there was a black arrow pointing straight at her nipple.
Etched above her other boob was, "Kiss My Nipple", and
again it had an arrow pointing to her somewhat swollen
bud that appeared hard and erect.

There were black and red ink marks all over her stomach,
but they were insignificant compared to the marks on her
lower extremities. The tears rolled down her cheeks and
Deni cried out loud, as she stared at the obvious
humiliation. Probably the most disturbing facet was the
absence of any hair, as her entire pelvis and pussy area
was completely shaven. She couldn't imagine someone
taking the time to actually shave all of the hair and
her heart started racing.

Again the black ink was everywhere. "Kiss My Lips" was
scribbled along one thigh with an arrow pointing
directly at her pussy and the tip was actually on her
puffy labia. On the other thigh was, "Cock Goes Here."
There was a crude picture of a big penis drawn on her
newly shaved pelvis and the head aimed straight at the
womanly target.

All of a sudden her heart stopped. Denise slowly put the
palm of her hand on her tummy and then moved her fingers
downward until they reached her crotch. She deliberately
touched her overly swollen pussy-lips and then felt the
immense wetness leaking out of her guts. Deni would
never understand why she coated her fingers with the
sticky residue and then slowly brought her hand up to
her nose. She sniffed and then stared at the obvious
moisture, knowing full well it was the leftover juices
from a sexual encounter.

"No, no, dear gawd, this can't be happening to me," she
cried. "How can there be semen... please, no."

The shock slowly wore off and she stopped crying. Denise
realized that she must have had sex with someone, but
whom? She never consented or remembered anyone even
asking her to have intercourse. Then it hit her! Dear
Lord, what if? What if I get pregnant? Her heart skipped
about three beats and then started racing like mad. "Oh
no, who? What happened last night," she whispered.

***

The days that followed were sheer hell. Even though she
washed all of the ink off, every time she looked in the
mirror she saw the awful writing all over her body.
Whenever she came into her condo building and met
someone, she imagined his or her smile was one of guilt.
Denise wanted to ask them if they were the one or if
they knew who assaulted her, but she just couldn't work
up enough courage to ask.

A week passed and then two. When she went to bed at
night was the worst time, as she dreamt about being
sexually m*****ed. Every night Denise tried to remember.
She would get to where many of her friends came up and
congratulated her and offered her drinks to toast the
holiday, but then nothing. The only person she actually
remembered talking to for any length of time was one of
her good friends, Fran.

On the Monday afternoon starting the third week, Denise
decided to have a serious talk with Fran to see if the
woman could shed some light on what happened. Fran was
not shy and she explained in great detail how Deni went
to a secluded area of the courtyard and seemed to
celebrate excessively with three teenagers. The woman
even described the teens as well as gave their names and
Deni knew immediately who they were.

Dave, Jeff and Cory were teenagers who seemed like nice
k**s who were grateful not to be living in a ghetto.
Dave and Jeff were black and Cory was Hispanic and Deni
found the three nice and respectful whenever she met
them around the complex. Her chat with Fran lasted an
hour or so and she rushed back to her condo following
the meeting to contemplate what she should do.

Denise vowed to find out the truth no matter what it
was, but it took her a full day before she was brave
enough to approach the teenagers. She caught Dave
entering the common area of the building and walked up
to the young man, trying to remain strong. "Dave, do you
have a minute," she asked?

"Sure, I'm free for the rest of the afternoon," he
replied, as his scheming mind thought of the best
solution.

"Good, why don't we go into the small meeting room," she
said and waved her hand towards a common room off to one
side of the lobby.

Dave knew the woman was trying to get information out of
him and he quickly decided to end her frustration. "I
just have to drop this off at a friend's place," he
said, as he waved some papers in front of Deni. "Then
why don't you come up to my place? My parents are away
for a couple of days so the place is nice and quiet."

The last thing in the world Denise wanted was to be
alone with someone who might have sexual assaulted her.
"Aaahhh, maybe we should talk in the meeting room... a
place that is not so private," she countered.

Dave decided to force the issue and take charge. "Heck,
it's okay if you don't trust me... don't want to come up
to my place," he stated. "I would have told you
everything... everything about what happened!"

Denise knew exactly what the teenager meant and that he
was fully responsible for the July 4th heartbreak. She
watched the teen swiftly turn around and head towards
the elevator. She was afraid he would disappear and she
would never find out the truth. "Aaahhh, Dave, please...
okay, I'll meet you at your place. Ten minutes! I'll
meet you in ten minutes."

Dave hurried up to his buddy's place and they made some
fast decisions. He and Jeff called Cory and the three
rushed to Dave's condo to get ready for a meeting with
the sexiest woman they had ever met. Jeff produced some
of his special sedative and the teenagers prepared for
the upcoming encounter with Denise. When a knock sounded
on the door, their hearts pounded, but not nearly as
hard or fast as their guest's.

Deni knocked instead of using the doorbell because she
wanted to be discrete. Dave opened the door and ushered
her into the large living room, as he watched her hips
sway seductively when she walked. The door slammed and
her heart stopped. Denise stared at the two teenagers
sitting on the big sofa and she desperately wanted to
turn and run. She watched in complete silence when Dave
picked up a tray of glasses and offered each person a
drink.

Denise never thought twice, as she took a glass and
immediately sipped on the sweet tasting refreshment.
Oddly there was something very familiar about the sweet
smell and taste of the drink, but she was too distraught
to worry about it. The teen sort of gestured to a vacant
easy chair off to one side and she swiftly sat down,
wanting to stay far away from the teenagers.

The teen was well into his explanation before she
understood what he was saying. "I wondered how long it
would take... take before you got curious about what
happened in the park," Dave said and stared straight
into her startled eyes.

Deni took another sip of her drink before replying.
"Yeeeaaa, yes, I sort of had too much to drink during
the celebrations. I don't normally drink that much."

"Well you were definitely drunk... and horny," Dave said
and grinned at her. "Christ, I've never met a woman who
wanted it so badly."

The connotations were enormous and Deni had a hard time
breathing, as she tried to understand what the teenager
was telling her. She took more sips and suddenly her
mind started spinning. Denise stared into the dark
mysterious glass and watched the shiny liquid swirl
around and around. She raised her head and looked
straight at the teenager, as she realized that she had
made another fatal mistake. "No... no... noooo."

"My love, stand up," Dave whispered, as he held out his
hand to help Deni to her feet. "We have to get you ready
for more... more loving."

Her memory was fading fast and the last recollections
were of her slowly getting to her feet. Then all of her
clothes were stripped and carefully laid out on top of a
nearby chair. Deni remembered standing as still as she
could in case it was possible to make an escape, but
then she was crudely spread out on the floor. She
moaned, pleaded and begged for mercy, but it didn't stop
a powerful black teenager from mounting her, as if she
was the easiest slut around.

***

Denise opened one eye and stared up at the ceiling. She
remained perfectly motionless for what seemed like an
eternity because she knew it would mean the end of her
life once she moved. Just as she opened her other eye,
her stomach heaved and she scurried for the bathroom.
Like weeks earlier, she hugged the toilet bowl for a
long time and vomited until it wasn't possible to throw
up anymore.

Deni was afraid to look into the mirror. She slowly got
to her feet and approached the big mirror. Her breathing
caught and her heart stopped just like it did after the
July 4th disaster. There were new hickies on her tits
and tummy and the short stubble that had grown over the
past three weeks was cleanly shaven. This time the
crudely drawn penis on her bare pelvis meant something,
as the big black cock sent shivers all through her body.

"No, no, how can I be so stupid," she whispered, as she
studied all of the ink markings. The words were clearly
printed and all had little arrows pointing directly at
the named body part. Tit and nipple were written on her
chest; Pussy, cunt and enter-here were brazen drawn on
her thighs and tummy. Deni turned around and she gasped
at the sight of crudely drawn handprints on her ass
cheeks. The thumbs were cleverly outlined so they
pointed at the crack of her ass and implied that they
were prying her cheeks apart, which sent a shiver up her
spine.

Denise rushed out of the room and threw herself on the
bed. "Again! How could I be so god damn stupid? They
must have d**gged me with some fucking African sex
d**g," she cried out loud, as tears ran down her cheeks.
"They did it again... ****d me again."

Deni stayed in bed the entire day despite the awful
feeling that she was going to vomit. She finally had to
get up at six o'clock because she was hungry, but that
meant a 30-minute shower before she was well enough or
clean enough to withstand her pounding headache. Deni
puttered through a simple meal and then she went back to
bed.

***

Two months had passed and Denise was more upset now than
she was when the first assault happened. She had
confronted the teenagers who lived in her building, but
that encounter had gone terribly bad. Deni wasn't sure
what to do or how to face the facts. She had been
sexually assaulted twice and although she was positive
who was behind the clever deception, she wasn't sure how
to solve the distressing problem.

Deni sort of wanted to report the incidents to the
authorities and let them deal with the teenagers, but
something prevented her from doing it. There was
something about Dave's cockiness and daring self-
assurance that told her he might have something over
her. She decided to ask a few questions around the condo
complex to see if anyone else knew what was going on and
then she planned on working up the courage to approach
Dave again.

She found out absolutely nothing from any of the people
she asked, including Fran, as no one had any idea that
any kind of assault or m*****ation had occurred in their
safe and secure building. Denise pondered the traumatic
ordeal, trying to find a good solution, but then one
evening her safe and secure world came crashing down.

Deni arrived home from work and found an 8” x 11”
envelop had been slipped under her door. She picked it
up and immediately knew who it was from. Her heart
fluttered and she tried to breathe, but had an extremely
hard time catching her breath. Denise gasped and tried
to imagine herself being in a sexual rage with three
young, black teenagers, as she plopped down on her
living room sofa.

Denise looked at the envelope before opening it. She
glanced inside and noticed a small note taped to some
big papers that looked like pictures. It took Deni
several moments before she found the courage to empty
the papers onto her lap.

The note was facing up and Denise stared at the neat
writing, as she tried to read what it said. “To the
prettiest lady in Delta Villa #305,” she read and her
heart started racing. “I know you are mad at me and
won’t listen to what I have to say, so I’ll try to
reason with you this way.”

Deni had to look away, as she tried to work up enough
courage to keep reading. There were tears in her eyes
when she looked back at the note. “This note will
explain the situation you are in and the pictures will
verify that I have enough evidence to blackmail you if
need be,” she read and became furious. “Just so you
know... I have recorded everything you did and I will
bring the evidence over this evening at 8 o’clock
sharp.”

Deni glared at the note and she was mad. “You little
bastard! I made a mistake, but it won’t happen again,
you bastard,” she whispered out loud. Denise normally
got home at 5 o’clock yet strangely she looked at her
watch to see how much time she had before the dreaded
meeting.

Her heart stopped when she moved the note. Vividly
portrayed in a big colored photo was a naked white woman
with her dainty hand wrapped around the largest black
cock she had ever seen. Then she noticed one of her bare
boobs being cupped by a big hand and brazenly displayed
for all to see.

She quickly flipped to the next picture. As with the
first, she was utterly flabbergasted. The photo showed
her completely naked and lying on the floor with her
legs spread as wide as possible. There was a smile on
her face and it appeared that she was fully engrossed in
what was happening between her legs. When she stared at
the blackest cock, which was only half visible because
some of the lengthy shaft was buried inside her precious
opening, Deni broke out crying.

Again she flipped to the next picture. It showed almost
the same thing but this time the cock was fully embedded
and her face seemed to be etched with some kind of
mysterious passion or lust. Her eyes were open but only
the whites were showing because they were rolled up into
her forehead, as if she was experiencing a mind-blowing
orgasm.

Then Deni swiftly glanced through the rest of the
pictures. One showed her on her hands and knees and
staring straight into the camera, as a black stud
crouched behind her; another showed her again on her
back and being ridden by a different teenager. The last
showed her sucking the big black cock with about half of
the long shaft inside her mouth.

Denise dropped the photos and looked at the note. “We
can watch the movie and then you can decide! See you at
eight... Dave.”

***

When the doorbell sounded, Denise knew who was at the
door. She slowly approached the door and glanced through
the peephole at her visitor. Her heart fluttered when
she recognized the teenager waiting for her and
thankfully he was alone. She gasped and tried to imagine
being sexually assaulted by the black teenager and
wondered if she should actually confront him without
someone else around?

Denise slowly opened the door and Dave entered before
she could react. She quickly closed the door because she
didn’t want anyone to hear or see what was happening.
The confident teenager stood in front of the gorgeous
white woman and marveled at her ravishing beauty. “I
want you to know that no one has to find out what
happened. I won’t tell anyone,” he stated and waved a
DVD disk that was in his hand. “Here, you can have
this.”

Deni grabbed the disk, as if it would end his hold over
her. “Dave... I never consented. You ****d me... it was
**** and I’m going to report you,” she said, as her
heart rate skyrocketed. "You did something to my drink.
You spiked my drink."

“All we did is get rid of your inhibitions... allow you
to follow your sexual desires,” Dave replied. “You
weren’t forced into anything!”

"I'll tell people... the police what you did."

Dave grinned at her and it sent shivers up and down her
backbone, as he looked overly confident and not the
least bit afraid. "Go ahead... tell anyone you want. You
have all of the evidence in your hand,” he said. “We can
watch it if you want, as it will look great on a big
screen.”

Denise glanced down at the disk and watched as the
teenager took it out of her hand. Dave walked across the
room to the entertainment cabinet and promptly slipped
the DVD into the player that was sitting beside the
television. Then he returned and took Deni by the hand,
as they moved a little closer to the television. “Dave,
you m*****ed me... d**gged me and took me without my
consent,” she cried, as the first images flashed onto
the screen.

“Once you see yourself... how you willingly had sex.
You’ll understand exactly who is in-charge,” he replied
and promptly sat down on the sofa, as if he was going to
relax and watch TV.

Deni was too afraid to sit so she remained standing, as
the first images of naked bodies flashed onto the
television. Her heart stopped and there was no mistaking
who was in the movie, as she stared at the big screen.
It was hard for her to believe the brazen nakedness, but
it was the expression on her face that left the biggest
impression. Deni noticed a delirious type of grin on her
face and her eyes were dramatically rolled up into her
forehead. She stared at the explicit scene and noticed
her legs crudely splayed with about half of a black
teenager’s, illustrious cock buried inside her opening.

Dave noticed the agony written all over her pretty face.
"I started with this scene... because... as you can
see... it will leave no doubt in anyone's mind that you
were a willing participant," he stated and paused for
what seemed like the longest time. "Wait... wait the
best part is coming."

Denise stared in disbelief. "But... but I was d**gged,"
she whispered, as the sex scene intensified. "I didn't
know... didn't consent to the sex."

The naked woman was obviously distraught in the movie.
Her head rolled back and forth and the camera zoomed in
on her gorgeous face, which was etched with a big
seductive frown. Deni heard distinctive pleas for the
intercourse to stop, but they sounded alluring rather
than restrained, which utterly amazed her. With the
camera focused on her face, Deni couldn't see what the
teenager was doing to her. His fingers had a firm grip
on her most sensitive clitoris and he was m*****ing the
bud with loving caresses.

Dave rose and stood just slightly behind the shivering
young woman. "You drank some goat-weed. It is a sex
potion from Africa that sedates a woman and fills her
with an uncontrollable lust," he whispered in Deni's
ear. "I didn't think it worked until seeing what
happened after you drank a whole bloody glass of the
shit."

Denise couldn't take her eyes off the movie. The camera
panned back and showed her naked torso going into severe
convulsions, as an obvious orgasm controlled her
actions. "No, no, that's impossible," she moaned. "I
don't remember."

Dave was in control and knew Denise was too troubled to
resist or put up much of a struggle. "The evidence is
there. You've seen what happened," he said. "You're
going to be my sex-slave."

"No! I can't... I won't. Take your filthy movie and get
out of my house," she stated in a loud clear voice.

Dave casually rolled around her shivering body and stood
in front of her. “I can’t get you out of my head,” he
whispered.

Thankfully he blocked the television and Deni glared at
the teenager, as she was filled with a sudden rage. Her
arm came up and she swung with all of the strength. “You
d**gged me. You forced me to have sex with you,” she
cried.

Dave caught her arm just in time and he held it steady
with her hand fully extended for a vicious slap. “You
didn’t slap me before. In fact, you loved having sex
with a black teenager.”

Denise was mad and she stared straight into the dark
demoralizing eyes. “You bastard... you bastard,” she
cried and tried to slap his smiling face with her free
hand.

Dave caught her hand and jerked both of her arms down.
He pinned her hands behind her back, as he turned her
around so that her back was against his front, and then
he bent her hands upwards until her arms hurt. The
standoff was fleeting and Deni felt overpowered by the
strong young man, as she relaxed her arms and body.

Deni stared straight ahead, as the wall came closer. She
had to turn her head when her face touched the wall and
then her arms were yanked. Her hands were forced around
her body and placed about shoulder height and two feet
apart on the wall for support. She was virtually
outstretched and plastered against the hard cold wall.

Dave instantly put his big hands over top of hers and
acted as though he was pinning them down. Deni pushed
her torso backwards, but there was no room to move, as
Dave was right behind her. “No one has to know. What
happened at the Independence Day celebration can stay a
secret,” Dave whispered, sending shivers of hope through
her mind. Then Deni wondered if she was courageous
enough to use her body as bribery to buy the teenager’s
silence? She felt trapped because it seemed like her
hands were nailed to the wall.

Her cheek was pressed hard against the cool surface and
daunting lips touched her ear. “I remember what you
did... how you acted,” Dave whispered.

Deni started huffing and puffing, as she found it almost
impossible to breathe. The teen’s right hand moved and
he nimbly loosened her clothing, as if trying to make it
easier for her. Dave pulled her top out of her pants and
then undid the last three or four buttons so that the
garment hung open. When his fingers grabbed the snap of
her jeans, Deni sucked in her stomach, as a pure reflex
action to the bold groping.

Deni felt powerless and unable to escape, as her legs
remained rigid and too weak to move. All of a sudden the
teenager’s other hand moved and he took a step back.
Deni knew what he was doing by the soft subtle sounds of
clothing being removed yet her feet stayed riveted to
the floor. When Dave returned and pressed up against her
shivering body, she knew it was too late.

Her eyes closed, but her cheek remained flat against the
wall. Dave placed his hands on top of Deni’s again and
deviously pretended he was going to fuck her. He used
his foot to kick her feet apart and then he shoved his
raging hard-on into the empty space between her thighs.
Dave pumped his powerful hips many times and each time
made sure his cock grazed Deni’s open crotch.

Deni opened her mouth and tried to breathe. She fully
realized that if she didn’t run or escape it would be
too late. The big hands pressed hers into the wall; she
was trapped. “Dave, please Dave, please let me go,” she
pleaded, as her stomach started heaving in and out.

Suddenly the hands were gone. She was free yet her hands
remained pinned to the wall. Dave unbuttoned the rest of
the blouse and left it gapping wide open. When he moved
her arms and removed the garment, Deni obediently
replaced her hands where they belonged. It was time to
run yet she remained still when the teen unzipped her
pants and slowly rolled them down her shaking legs to
the floor.

Dave was in control and knew Denise was too troubled to
resist. He grabbed her arm and slowly turned her around
until she was facing the television. The room was eerily
quiet and scene would have made for a prizewinning
erotic novel. The sexy goddess stood up straight and her
eyes were fixed on what was happening in the movie, as
the black teenager slowly removed her sheer lace bra and
skimpy thong panties.

Dave was intoxicated by Deni’s timid manner and he
stared at her astonishing nakedness. Her arms hung
straight down at her sides and she stared at the lewd
scenes in the pornographic movie. There appeared to be
no escape for the poor woman in the movie, as she was
virtually a slave to some mysterious power. All of a
sudden the television scene shifted and the naked woman
was on her hands and knees in an extremely vulnerable
position.

Her sex appeal and magnificence drove Dave wild. He
guided Deni towards a big easy chair, which was in front
of the television, and merely indicated he wanted her
hands placed on the chair’s headrest. She grabbed the
soft material and used it to hold herself steady, as the
teenager shrewdly moved in behind her.

Denise wanted to stand up straight and run, but every
muscle in her body seemed paralyzed. She felt Dave
cuddle, as close to her backside as possible, and then
he leaned forward and put his lips on her ear. “Keep
watching what happened. Watch how we had sex,” he
whispered.

Dave cradled her in his arms and reached under her chest
to cup one of the luscious boobs. “Dave, please Dave, I
can’t... no more, please,” she pleaded. “I changed my
mind.”

“Just be quiet. Stand exactly how you are and be a very
good girl... or else!”

It sounded like a threat and her heart started racing
even though she knew Dave wouldn’t hurt her. "But...
but."

"No one has to know. No one needs to see what you did...
or see the movie."

"But how do I know?"

"Trust me; I never go back on my word."

Denise felt her nipples get stretched and m*****ed.
"Yes, but... but," she moaned and started sobbing and
whimpering, but her hands remained on the chair back.

Dave stood behind the goddess and aimed his throbbing
hard-on at her backside. “Keep looking straight ahead at
the movie... at what you did."

As luck would have it, the movie scene was crude and far
more explicit than Deni could tolerate. Her naked body
was being ravaged by a black stud who was driving his
extensive hard cock in and out of her womanly domain and
it seemed she was a willing participant. "Oh no, no, no.
I never did that."

Dave slapped the bare cheek of her ass and lewdly placed
the palm of his hand on top of her asshole while rubbing
his fingers all over the wet opening, which was slightly
below. Once his fingers were soaked, he transferred the
moisture to the shaft of his big cock. Dave leaned back
a little and glanced down to guide his hard-on between
the luscious ass cheeks. The head hit the crack and
swiftly slipped down and into the waiting crotch.

Deni was confused and she found it impossible to focus.
The movie was overly dramatic and so was what was
happening behind her. Dave’s hands surrounded her slim
waist to hold her steady and the devious teenager poked
his penis into the wet opening. If Denise were ever to
watch Dave’s resultant triumph, she would be utterly
amazed. She was sobbing and whimpering, which made the
scene hotter and more seductive, and then her body was
firmly planted on the illustrious cock.

Dave used a strong grip to jerk her hips backwards, as
he rammed his hips forward, implanting his ramrod to the
hilt. Deni’s head hung down; her feet came off the floor
and she balanced precariously on top of the embedded
cock. “Oh gaawwd, oh gawd,” she moaned.

“Yes, I love your white ass... your white cunt.”

“Ooohhh, ooohhh.”

“Oh baby, oh baby, you’re so hot... so tight.”

“No... no, I can’t.”

“Spread’em... wider... wider!”

“What... what is happening?”

“Yes, that’s it... nice and wide. Spread your feet so I
can drive my cock into your belly.”

“Lord no, you can’t.”

“Yes, oh baby, I’m in... all the way in.”

“Stop, please no.”

“Say it! Tell me you want black cock.”

“No, no, I don’t!”

Dave powered his cock into her, as hard as he could, and
held her high in the air. “Say it! Tell me you want a
big black cock.”

Deni might have survived if the teenager hadn’t been so
cunning. Dave kept his cock fully embedded and he
grabbed her hair with both hands. He tilted her face
towards the big screen TV and forced her to watch the
raunchiest encounter between the sexy white heroine and
her three black a*****ors. Deni stared in disbelief at
the screen, as her body went out of control. “No, not
like that... no.”

Dave merely caused his raging hard-on to jerk wildly
inside the heated inferno just by rapidly tightening and
loosening the muscles in his loins. “Say it, baby. Say
it.”

“I’m... I’m...”

“Yes!”

“Your cock... dear god, your cock.”

“Yes, baby, yes!”

Deni felt the cock twitch madly inside her and knew the
teenager was filling her belly with cum. “You’re
cumming, yes, you’re cumming.”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

Her heart raced and her entire body was on fire. “Yes,
fuck me, you bastard, fuck me.”

Dave let go of the tangled hair and grabbed the
thrashing hips. He yanked backwards on the flared
portion of her hips and thrust his hips at the same
time. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, keep fucking... yes, keep
fucking.”

Deni was transported outside of her body and watched
herself go out of control. Her arms collapsed and she
hugged the top of the chair when the powerful spasms
roared through her midsection. She felt her hips jerk
one way and then back the other, as she milked the
throbbing cock of all its creamy chizz. Sweat glistened
on her body and Deni welcomed the orgasm of a lifetime.

The room was filled with loud grunts and groans, as both
were consumed by a****l lust. Denise never even realized
she was in control. Finally her knees buckled and she
slowly sank to the floor with the teenager still
embedded inside of her. Dave cherished the intense heat
and it seemed to take forever for the severe convulsions
to end.

Once Denise regained control of her breathing and
senses, she slowly got to her feet. Not a word was
uttered and she simply headed out of the room towards
the secret confines of her bedroom. Dave followed and
watched the seductive sway of the perfectly rounded hips
and admired their luscious beauty.

Deni led the way down the long hallway and into the
dimly lit bedroom. She came to a stop right beside the
bed and seemed to wait. Dave slipped up behind her and
they embraced without any hesitation. Her head rolled
back onto his rugged shoulder and Dave kissed the side
of her face until reaching her ear. “Your secret is safe
with me.”

Deni felt the strong arms go around her chest and then
the big hands cupped both tits, squeezing them so that
the swollen nipples stood out noticeably. “Yes... yes,
touch them, please... touch me!”