Chapter 19

The Boss pushed Stacey's husband up the damp stairs closer to the obscene sounds. He could hear his wife grunting and gagging, her pleas going unheeded. Also there was a slopping sound of flesh been plugged and he knew all too well that the Boss was telling him the truth. As he entered the bedroom he nearly threw up. His gorgeous wife was on her hands and knees, white stockings and basque covered in an oily mess. Her head was on the pillow as she bit into it, her hands tied to the bed board. Her waist curved out and up to her peach ass and he groaned at the view. A man he'd never seen before dressed only in a crazy zipper face mask had his hand wrist deep in her anus. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in and out of her. The hole was so wide he almost thought she would split in two, the noises from Stacey appearing to agree with his concerns.

"Awwwwwoooooooo, ughhhhhh, ughhhhhhhhhh, eieeeeeeee!"

Each time the Mask withdrew the oily hand she squealed as her ass began to close belching air; only for him to ram back in again making her give a deep grunt, "uhhhhhh!"

The Boss pushed her husband to the side of the bed as he struggled back. He didn't want to get any closer he wanted no part of this. If he could just close his eyes maybe it would all go away. The Boss reholstered the pistol in his jacket looking back at the man. "Don't even think of trying to draw this," he warned, leaving the weapon in easy reach of the man. "Or you'll be wearing it out of your ass." Her husband just looked dumbfounded he wouldn't know how to take the safety off, let alone fire one accurately. He nodded slowly still trying not to look at his wife.

Stacey let out an enormous scream. It was getting far too painful for her. "Jeezzzzzzzzzz stop awwwwwweeeeeiiiiie!" The Mask twisted his wrist and pulled his hand free. Stacey screamed again her ass hole not closing fully, but now remaining slightly gaping; a black wet hole the muscles needing time to regain their strength. She looked up at her husband.

"Oh you bastard! You stupid bas... They've; they've..." She couldn't even begin to explain to him the servicing she'd had.

The Mask was untying her wrists, his hairy torso almost as black as his colleagues, the sweat now dried and caked on him. He examined her seeping ass hole with his fingers.

"Yep that should do it, "he said knowingly. The Boss was stroking his cock again, climbing onto the bed." I've already spunked up her pussy," he explained to the pathetic man watching near by." Yeah, filled her real good." Both the Boss and Mask began to twist the exhausted girl into the position they wanted, moving her hips lifting her stocking legs; her heels dragging at the bedclothes. "Now we're going to finish the prim bitch in that plump cute ass of hers."

The Mask was on his back legs over the edge of the bed. Stacey was been lifted onto his cock facing away from him towards her husband. The man winched as he saw Stacey, long legs ever so wide sitting down onto the Asians prick. She shuddered as the rod bent up into her ass. He reached round to grip her tits tugging her back, and she gave a surprised expression as she was made to lean back the cock in her anus appearing between her raised thighs."Uhhhhhhhh!"

The Boss now stood between her legs, lifting her knees so she balanced on the belly of the Asian. He began to angle his hungry monster at the same filled ass as the blonde protested. "Oh uh I don't no ugg, uggggggghhhhhhhhh!" Her husband put a hand over his mouth. She was taking two cocks up her ass. The two fleshy tubes different shades of black sliding against each other, Stacey's legs and hips lifted so high he could see under the Bosses swinging balls to her private cute plugged by two men at the same time.