The Bully Pt. 20

It took me several moments to gain control of my breathing. Snake had triggered my body's "fight or flight" response, and my autonomic nervous system had taken control of most of my bodily functions. I was sweating profusely, hyperventilating, and was experiencing severe tunnel vision. My legs were shaking as I arose unsteadily to my feet and exited the men's bathroom.

To my relief, Snake and Crystal were no longer there, although the gangbanger had left me a reminder of the power that he intended to wield over me. Laying on top of the bill for our coffees was a single nine millimeter bullet. I had done research for numerous criminal cases involving gang members, and I recognized it immediately as a hollow-point round which made the ominous threat all the more terrifying. This particular type of hand-gun munition is designed to expand upon impact. The greater frontal surface area of the expanded bullet limits its depth of penetration into the target, and causes more extensive tissue damage along the wound path. Snake was signaling his intent to fuck me up if I didn't get with his program.

Lela and I were engulfed in stony silence as we drove back from the coffee house. I was in shock both at the revelation that my wife had eaten a black man's ass, and that my life was on the line if I wasn't sufficiently enthusiastic the next time Snake defiled Lela. Finally, as the thought of Lela's tongue inside Snake's black asshole consumed me, I could no longer contain myself.

"Did you give Snake a rim-job, Lela?" I blurted out.

"John forced me, Mark," Lela responded despondently. "You know what an asshole he is. After John offered me up to Snake as payment for my tattoo, John informed Snake that the Klixen Experience encompassed a protracted worship-session of the cock, balls and perineum. Upon hearing this, Snake turned his back on me, dropped his pants and gave his undercarriage a thorough clean with the wet-wipes. John informed Snake that I was a filthy CumSlut and would probably eat his ass too, if he got it squeaky clean. It was so humiliating to watch that dirty gang-banger run the wet-wipe along his ass-crack in expectation of a rim-job."

"Then what happened, Lela?" I said, my voicing cracking under the strain.

"Once Snake was done wiping his ass, he turned to face me, and removed his pants and underwear," Lela whispered. "Like I told you before, he took an eternity to get an erection, despite my best efforts. Once he was hard, it was still a mammoth effort on my part to empty his nuts. This effort included rimming, worshipping his perineum, and stimulating his prostate with the tip of my tongue. It wasn't until I gave him a Rusty Trombone that he blew his load."

The following day it was with a good deal of trepidation that I parked my car in front of the Dolphin Motel. Even though my vehicle is not an exotic by any means, it stood out among the dilapidated rust-buckets that were scattered around the parking lot. Snake had given Lela specific instructions for his birthday treat, and I felt like a complete pussy as I gathered up the helium-filled balloons and followed Lela into the motel office to get checked-in.

Checked-in was a euphemism, as this particular establishment didn't require any of the usual safeguards associated with arriving at a place of temporary accommodation. Lela wasn't expected to provide identification, a credit card to cover incidentals, or even the license plate number of our vehicle, as the parking lot had a few abandoned cars. In fact, as Lela handed the balding, middle-aged, overweight desk clerk two crisp twenty dollar bills in exchange for the room key, he smiled broadly and magnanimously waived the key deposit of five dollars.

A few moments later, as we entered room 46 of the Dolphin Motel, and my eyes adjusted to the dimly-lit environment, I realized that this place was even more disgusting than Lela's description. Even with my shoes on I could feel the stickiness of the worn carpet as I traversed the room. I couldn't hazard a guess at the last time this room was thoroughly cleaned, and my head was spinning as I processed the amount of bodily fluids that must have been expelled in order to make this floor so rank.

The shower enclosure was even worse than I had imagined. John had told me on more than one occasion that he and Lela never used the facilities in that bathroom and I understood why. It took me about an hour, but using bleach and a heavy-duty scouring pad, I finally got the shower looking somewhat respectable.

"Snake wants us to wait for him on our knees," I informed Lela, as I arranged his birthday balloons in one corner of the room.

"You're kidding right, Mark?" Lela said angrily. "I thought those days were behind us."

"Just kneel, Lela, for Christ's sake," I said in exasperation. "Snake may be a black gangbanger but he is calling the shots today. The quicker we get with his program the better off we will be."

Several minutes later, as Lela and I knelt in silence at the foot of the bed, Snake and Crystal stumbled into the budget motel room, their intoxication clearly evident. The two of them seemed to be feeling no pain, and Crystal had the glassy-eyed look of a girl who was as high as a kite. Snake ambled over to where Lela and I were kneeling, relishing the control he was about to exert over the two of us.

"Crystal, get naked," Snake ordered the young blonde.

Apparently no stranger to taking orders from Snake, Crystal began to undress right in front of Lela and I. It was an incredibly erotic sight to watch the nubile teen shed her clothes, seemingly without inhibition. I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily in my pants as I took in the sight of Crystal's lithe frame, and I knew that Lela had noticed.

As visually stimulating as Crystal's young body was, she also bore tell-tale signs of physical abuse. There were fresh cane marks across her pert ass, and burn marks on her breasts that were consistent with cigarettes being extinguished on her. Snake watched me intently as I eyed his property, and once he ascertained that I was sexually aroused he issued his next commands.

"Crystal," Snake began firmly. "Why don't you help Lela out of her clothes? I want the two of you to shower together. Get each other warmed up for me. And make sure you are both squeaky clean."

As I watched on jealously, Crystal slowly disrobed my wife, the two of them putting on a seductive show for Snake. Stopping occasionally to exchange a tender kiss, Crystal stripped Lela down until she was wearing only her silky panties. The teenager lowered herself to her knees in front of my wife before sliding Lela's underwear down her freshly-shaved legs.

"Lela's panties are soaking wet, Snake," Crystal said enthusiastically, as she showed him the crotch which was slick with my wife's vaginal secretions.

Once my wife was butt-naked Crystal tossed Lela's silky panties in my general direction, eliciting a giggle from Lela. Snake called me a pussy, and then the two women headed off to the shower. A few moments later, I heard muted giggles as they soaped each other up.

Snake removed his handgun from his waistband and in one fluid motion pulled the slide back, thereby ejecting the round that was chambered. The single hollow-point nine millimeter bullet landed on the carpet right in front of me, a stark reminder of the threat of physical harm that Snake posed to me. Maintaining eye contact with me, Snake removed the tattered Gideons' Bible from the top drawer of the bedside table and laid his gun on top of it. If his intent was to garner my undivided attention he had succeeded. Breathing heavily, I watched with anticipation having made the decision to obey his every wish.

"Strip to your underwear, Mark," Snake instructed me. "I want your wife to witness your arousal as I make her my bitch."

I was shaking as I disrobed, the powerful motivating factor that fear provides causing adrenaline to surge through my veins. The second I removed my socks I felt the sticky carpet on my bare feet. As I continued to undress Snake retrieved a bag of dried rice and began to sprinkle it on the carpet at the foot of the bed. Nothing will get the jizz out of this carpet I mused, as I watched him spread a copious amount of the rice. Once Snake deemed his work done, he issued his next command.

"Kneel," he barked. "On the rice. I don't want you to enjoy this too much."

I was familiar with this old-school Catholic punishment, having dated Lela from a young age. Even though this barbaric penance had long been abolished, Lela's parents and grandparents had all attended Catholic schools. They had shared tales of enduring the humiliation that accompanied the discomfort of kneeling on dried rice for prolonged periods of time. According to the older generations, the idea was that the person ends up reflecting on their wrong-doings whilst withstanding great physical suffering, much like Jesus or Christian martyrs had to bear.

Truth be told, as I lowered myself onto my knees I wasn't overly concerned about the impending physical discomfort. I felt that I had a high tolerance for pain and could surely handle the same punishment that Catholic school kids had endured. However, the thought of having to watch my wife take her first black cock was far more disconcerting. John had molded Lela into his own personal fuck-toy over the years, before eventually transforming her into the dirty CumSlut that she now fully embodied. Even though multitudes of men had taken all kinds of liberties with my wife, Lela still had limits. As I knelt there reflecting on my part in this sordid tale, I realized that one of these long-respected limits was about to be violated. Lela was about to get used by a black man.

There was still the occasional giggle emanating from the shower enclosure as Lela and Crystal prepared each other for Snake's enjoyment. Finally, after several minutes the water stopped running and I could hear my wife and Crystal whispering in the bathroom. Snake was sitting on the bed now, engrossed in his phone as he waited for the two women to join him.

When Lela and Crystal finally emerged from the bathroom they were both completely naked, their freshly-shaved pussies glistening with some recently applied body lotion. They locked eyes with Snake, lowered their heads slightly in unison as a gesture of respect, and then approached him seductively, holding hands.

We were in a very modest motel room, and the confines of the space meant that Lela and Crystal had to walk right past where I was kneeling. I briefly made eye-contact with the two of them, and while Crystal's eyes had the familiar glassy look associated with recreational drug use, Lela's were positively sparkling. I knew that Lela harbored equal parts resentment and revulsion at the thought of being a black man's party favor, but I had to hand it to her. She was the consummate professional when it came to being an escort. In fact, the smile on her face gave Snake the impression that my wife was thrilled and honored to be permitted to serve this man.

Lela smiled briefly at me, but upon seeing the wet-spot in my undies as my erection jutted lewdly within their confines, this smile turned to a look of contempt.

"Pussy," Lela said disdainfully, much to the amusement of Snake.

"Cuckold," Crystal added derisively, her glazed eyes struggling to comprehend my part in all of this.

It was right after Lela and Crystal passed me that I inhaled the aroma of their collective arousal. That wasn't body lotion that was glistening around the entrance to their pussies, but rather vaginal secretions. Whatever they had got up to in the shower had warmed them both up sufficiently for the main course, and I could tell that Lela was in a high state of arousal.

I am not sure what kind of conversation Lela and Crystal had engaged in prior to them approaching Snake, but it seemed as if my wife was content to follow Crystal's lead. Snake was sat on the edge of the bed, knees wide apart as if to invite the two girls to kneel between them. Crystal took her position on one side of the black gangster, and parted her legs to signal her availability to him. Lela stood on the opposite side of Snake, in a similarly wide stance. In an overt show of control, Snake inserted the middle finger of one hand deep inside Crystal's well-lubricated love passage. Then, as if to assess my level of pushback, he did the exact same thing to my wife, using his other hand.

Once he was buried to his knuckles in both women, Snake issued his next instructions.

"Dance for me, bitches," he said lewdly. "Shake that ass."

Crystal and my wife began to shimmy and shake while impaled on Snake's middle fingers. Lewd squishing sounds emanated from their wet pussies as Snake began to finger-bang them both. I wasn't a particularly experienced lover, but even I knew that most grown women probably hadn't been fingered since their early forays into sex as young adults. At best this was an adolescent sex-act, but as Lela and Crystal were both undeniably wet, under the circumstances they were willing to perform for Snake.

I am not exactly sure why I got so turned on by the visual, but my cock was throbbing in my underwear. At some point the rice started to mildly irritate my knees, but I found some relief by resting my hands on the floor to remove some of the weight from my kneecaps.

The scent of Lela and Crystal's desire permeated the air of the small motel room, emboldening Snake who announced that he was ready to fuck. It didn't seem like there was going to be any extended fore-play, and Snake merely removed both fingers from their willing pussies, and told them to kneel by his side. Lela and Crystal sank to their knees in unison and Snake stood up from the bed. Crossing his arms in front of his body, he spoke firmly.

"Suck my fingers clean," Snake ordered, as the two women lowered their mouths obediently to his middle digits.

Of course, now that his arms were crossed, Lela and Crystal sucked each other's vaginal fluids from Snake's extended middle fingers. After a few seconds exercising his control over the girls, Snake stood briefly to remove his pants and underwear. Sitting back down on the bed, naked from the waist down, he motioned towards my wife.

"You first, Lela," Snake ordered her.

Lela complied with Snake's commands, getting to her feet and approaching him as he sat on the bed. Spreading her legs apart so that she could mount him, Lela gracefully climbed atop the tip of his cock, and slowly lowered herself onto it. It was quite apparent that Lela was soaking wet as she took Snake's cock inside her. As Lela impaled herself on his mammoth tool, I sensed that Snake was penetrating her more deeply than I ever had. In fact, Lela shared with me later that it was far deeper than she had ever experienced before. Lela told me that Snake's cock was actually hitting new places inside of her, and before he was balls-deep inside of my wife, she elevated herself and hopped right off.

"I am sorry, Snake," Lela said in embarrassment. "I misjudged this situation completely. I need to re-think my birth control choice."

As I watched on forlornly, Lela reached inside her wet pussy and extracted her diaphragm. As it emerged from her vagina it was quite unappetizing, covered as it was with spermicide and Lela's vaginal secretions.

"Holy shit," Lela exclaimed with a giggle. "There's a first time for everything, and I have never had to remove my cervical cap before."

"Crystal, give Lela's contraceptive device to Mark," Snake instructed the young girl. "I guess we are proceeding without birth control."

Obeying her man reflexively, Crystal took my wife's slimy diaphragm in her dainty hands and passed it to me. As I removed the palm of my hand from the floor, some of my body weight was transferred back to my knees, and I let out a yelp of discomfort.

"Mark is just starting to comprehend the ramifications of kneeling on rice," Snake said with a smirk on his face. "You are in for a long night, buddy."

"Can I have another hit before we fuck?" Crystal practically begged Snake.

Snake let out a chuckle, presumably amused by the amount of control that he enjoyed over Crystal. Removing a small vial of white power from his shirt pocket, Snake sprinkled a liberal dose on to his cock-head, which was slick with my wife's vaginal secretions. Snake watched on intently as Crystal licked the methamphetamine from his glans, pausing only when instructed to by the black gangster.

"Make sure you share with Lela, you greedy bitch," Snake admonished Crystal.

With that rebuke issued, Crystal apologized to her man, and even though drugs were probably the very last thing that needed to be introduced into this rapidly deteriorating situation, Lela took the bait and lowered her lips to Snake's cock. For the next few minutes, as Lela and Crystal alternated sucking Snake's cock, the black man continued to sprinkle methamphetamine over the tip of his penis. Lela occasionally made eye-contact with me when it was Crystal's turn to fellate him, and I watched as her eyes gradually glassed over as she succumbed to the side effects of the drug.

Truth be told, drugs were definitely the last thing that Lela needed right now. She was already on the edge of her comfort zone, about to have sex with a black man for the first time. Crystal's soft caresses in the shower had warmed my wife up, rendering her more receptive to Snake's advances. However, the introduction of pharmaceutical assistance could only lower her defenses, which could not result in anything good happening. My wife had already foolishly decided to remove her birth control.

With a cursory nod of the head from Snake, Lela remounted his massive cock, lowering herself more freely without the physical restrictions of the diaphragm. I heard Lela let out a little gasp of pleasure and then she immediately cursed herself for doing so. It seemed like my wife was truly committed to not having an orgasm with this man, and I silently applauded her resolve.

As I watched Lela compose herself, I realized that she was fighting a losing battle. No amount of effort on Lela's part was going to overcome the physical stimulation that Snake was providing. Lela knew what the right thing was for our marriage, but Snake's huge black cock just felt so fucking good.

Once he was balls-deep, Snake allowed Lela to compose herself and then politely asked her if she was ready. My wife nodded her consent although the disbelief that she had just given a black man the go-ahead to fuck her was palpable. Snake started to thrust into Lela very slowly at first, allowing her to gauge the ramifications of getting fucked by such a large cock.

"I feel so full," Lela blurted out. "So completely and divinely stuffed."

Snake flashed me a derisive glance, and began to fuck my wife with slow, rhythmic strokes ensuring that Lela could feel some brand-new sensations in her pelvic area. Crystal remained on her knees basking in the glow of her latest high until Snake snapped her out of it by slapping her face firmly.

"Lick my nuts, Crystal," Snake ordered the young girl, as she maneuvered into a position that appeared to be extremely uncomfortable for her.

Of course, the only thing that mattered to the young drug addict was the steady supply of methamphetamine that her body needed just to function. For this reason, Crystal contorted herself so that she could worship Snake's nuts without interrupting his coitus with my wife.

Crystal started to lick and kiss Snake's nuts as he continued to thrust into my wife. Snake let out a whimper of appreciation as Crystal pampered him. This was shortly followed by a moan of pleasure from Lela, as Snake's cock swelled inside her under the additional stimulation from Crystal. Lela began to bounce up and down on Snake's impressive member, using her calves as leverage as she transitioned from her passive state to a far more engaged one. Lela put her hands around the back of his neck and clasped them together for extra balance as she rode him. Snake moved his huge black hands to Lela's ass cheeks and pulled her into him as they fucked.