Scavenger Boys
by virgintsik2
Copyright© 2026 by virgintsik2
BDSM Sex Story: pretty white housewife pussy tit spanked to submission by scavengers black boys dominating her
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual .
The black hispanic scavenger boys turned the corner. (I’ve got to call them.)
Trotting to the street Carmen, her breasts bouncing wildly under her shirt, was certainly not ‘On her game’ today. She was filthy from kneeling in the dirt pulling weeds, her hair back, no make-up on and dressed the gardener. In her case this meant loose short shorts and a white, loose fitting wife beater t-shirt.
There being nothing laid out at the street in front of her house she knew they wouldn’t stop unless she did something to grab their attention.
“Hey, hey!!” raising her arms and waiving anxiously her breasts wobbled under the wife beater and one fell out the side.
Squealing to a stop next to her, the boy was told, “I’m supposed to clear the branches my husband cut yesterday out here on the road for you to pick up and I just lost track of time. My name is Carmen, this is my house. Can you help me get them out?”
“I’ll pay you.”
“We cannot sell them mam”
(I’m not in the mood for this.) “C’mon, at least take a quick look with me in the back yard and see how much I’ve got. It won’t hurt.”
“Toto, we got a moment to look at what this lady has out back?”
“Come on back and I’ll show you what I need to be done.” Carmen turns to head to the back yard, her breasts again wobble back and forth as they shift weight under the shirt which covered nothing on the side (Thank god they’re going to help. Hubby would be so pissed if I didn’t get this done.)
Toto and Pedro follow as Carmen leads them back watching her ass cheeks roll as she strides quickly to the back where hubby had left the branches for her to tie up and drag to the street. Actually, hubby had begun to drag the branches out front himself when Carmen called him in for dinner and told him she could do it in the morning, she really want hubby to spend some alone time with him and it had been worthwhile, making love after dinner, showering together, and sleeping back to front soundly through the night. She had no one to blame for her current predicament but herself, having no time to change herself just to get the boys to help her.
Reaching the branches Carmen bends down to pick up the first group and her t-shirt hangs loosely off her chest, her breasts completely exposed. Her short shorts ride up her rear and expose a delightful ass, round and inviting, a tuft of pubic hair sneaks out one leg of the shorts.
Toto is watching her and admiring her body as she works to gather the branches together. Pedro is unsure of what exactly he’s supposed to do but starts to gather up branches too as he keeps his eye on the woman bending over.
“We gonna have to tie them up, Miss Carmen “ Toto’s voice, low, resonate, and intoxicating. “You got any string or twine?”
“Sure, I’ll grab some from inside.”
“What’s going on?” Pedro inquires Toto
“Can’t tell you just now, Pedro, we’ll just have to see how it goes.”
“Here we go.” Carmen walking towards Toto, her breasts bouncing under the thin covering, hands Toto the twine knowing that he and Pedro are enjoying the show. At this point she feels she’s in control, that they would do whatever she asked as long as she gave them a bit of a show. “How much do we need to gather to tie together?”
“7 or 8 of these branches should do it.” “We got to make sure that they aren’t too big for you to dispose.”
Carmen, watching Toto bend over to gather branches, starts working with him. She bends over her top hung off of her ample chest. Even though she was technically clothed, there was really nothing holding her breasts from hanging down and the shirt from hanging lower.
“Here, let me help you.” Toto’s voice echoed in her ear and then the pinch.
Carmen absorbed in gathering branches, misses Toto’s action. He reaches over and inside the hanging shirt. He pinches her right nipple. Looking down, her hands holding the branches, she sees Toto’s hand inside her wife-beater his thumb and the knuckle of his right hand pinching her tightly. (“Please...”) but nothing comes out of her mouth. She is frozen from surprise and not knowing what to do in the face of this little pain with immediate reluctant arousal.
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