Honestly, the anticipation was getting to me. Today was the day the window cleaner was due back, and I was a complete bundle of nerves. My mind was racing, mostly fixated on whether Beth would still be willing to swoop in and rescue me from this whole tangled mess I’d managed to create for myself.
I was pretty lost in my own head, replaying all the potential awkward interactions and worst-case scenarios, when suddenly, my phone pinged. A notification popped up, and sure enough, it was the window cleaner. His message was pretty straightforward, something along the lines of, ‘Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m on my way! And I hope you managed to convince a friend.
Those few hours felt like an eternity until Beth finally knocked on my door. I let her in, giving her a huge hug and thanking her profusely.
She looked a bit flustered and overwhelmed.
“Honestly Beth, I can’t thank you enough for helping me out,” I gasp.
“Jen, I just want this to be over for you,” she say’s looking at me.
We were both dressed pretty similarly – tight jeans and fitted t-shirts. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, glancing at Beth.
She grinned, “Definitely, I’m going to need a few glasses to get through this.”
We both nervously watched the clock tick closer to 12. The wine disappeared quickly, and as the clock struck twelve, we exchanged anxious glances. Right on cue, there was a loud knock at the door.
It was him, the window cleaner, and he had his whole team with him, five other guys in fact. We both just sort of froze and watched as he swaggered in, and his mates trailed right behind him. I couldn’t help but take a good look at each one of them. Every single one of them was Black. Four of them seemed to be roughly his age, somewhere in their early to mid-sixties. But then there was this one guy, he looked a good bit older, probably pushing seventy-five or even late seventies. They all had this look about them, like they’d literally just finished up their last job and walked straight over, still in their work gear.
“Well, I’m so glad you managed to get a friend over, By the way, I’m Mo.”
“Okay, both of you in the living room, let’s get started,” he orders.
Beth and I reluctantly got up and headed into the living room. Again the curtains wide open, making it easy for anyone looking to have a clear view, of anything these naughty guy’s where about to do to us.
Mo smiled at me and pointed.
“You, over there, sit on that sofa,” he shouts.
I walked over and sat down, leaving Beth on her own. Mo then walked over to her, smiling, as the older man settled onto the sofa next to me. Now alone, Beth was faced with 5 grinning men. I couldn’t help but wonder what was coming next.
‘Mmm, well now, what a delicious-looking lady we have here, fellas,” Mo purred.
His eyes raking over Beth. Her face, I noticed, was a picture of pure fluster, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
“You, know why you’re here, don’t you?” he asked her, his voice dripping with insinuation.
She managed a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, her eyes darting nervously around. Then, Mo pulled out his phone. My own cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment as he showed her the screen. There was no doubt in my mind – it was a collection of photos of me, a mortifying, degrading display of me being, well, gangbanged by those three handymen. Beth’s gaze snapped back to me, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and utter disbelief. I couldn’t even bring myself to meet her eyes, consumed by a wave of mortifying humiliation.
“That’s right,” Mo laughed, now clearly relishing the moment.
“Take a good look at your friend here, getting absolutely pounded by three men in every single hole.”
He let out a harsh, ugly laugh as he flicked through the incriminating images on his phone
“Now go ahead and take off your jeans”, he grins, at beth.
She nervously looks at him as she starts to unbuckle them. After another glance his way, she slides them down to her ankles and kicks them off. The four of them gather around her, smiling. She’s now standing in the center of them, looking a bit flustered. Mo lifts her T-shirt over her head, revealing a matching white bra and thong.
“Now the bra,” he laughs.
Hesitantly, she looks around again before nervously fumbling with the buckle and slowly removing it. All four of them cheer when they see her tits fall out
“Go on then give us a twirl,” he grins.
Beth reluctantly spins around, and as she does, her eyes meet mine with an angry glare. Mo smiles and pushes her to her knees.
“Now, go ahead and take off all of our trousers,”he grins. “Come on, slut, see what’s waiting for you under them”,he shouts.
Beth, with a sigh that was more resignation than eagerness, began her task with Mo. She hesitantly reached for his waistband, and with a gentle tug, his trousers slid down, revealing a sight that made her eyes widen in surprise, his impressive black cock sprang forward, almost brushing her face. Mo’s grin grew wider, a knowing amusement playing on his lips, as Beth then moved on to the next man. Again, she performed the same action, pulling down his trousers to expose another remarkably large, black cock.
By this point, Beth was clearly starting to feel a little overwhelmed and flustered, as soon enough, she found herself surrounded by a total of five men, each boasting a substantial black cock.
All of them looked huge, around ten to twelve inches in length. Mo, observing the scene with a playful glint in his eye, then addressed her directly, his voice laced with a casual challenge.
“Alright, go on then, get us hard,” he said with a broad grin. “Let’s see just how good you are at, sucking cock,” he grins
Her hand, trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and anticipation, reached out to cup Mo’s cock. She began to caress it, gaining a little confidence with each stroke. Mo let out a low groan, a sound that vibrated through the air.
“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, slut,” he gasped, his voice laced with encouragement and a hint of command.
Beth’s stroking intensified, her movements becoming more deliberate and rhythmic. Her eyes darted around the room for a fleeting moment, as if seeking some sort of signal or reassurance, before she guided the head of his cock towards her lips.
“Come on, slut, if you’re serious about helping out your mate over there,” Mo’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “you’re going to have to step up your game. This isn’t quite cutting it yet.”
With those words, she took his cock fully into her mouth, a bold and unexpected move that left me staring, completely stunned. The sight of Mo pushing deeper, causing her to instinctively gag and pull back slightly, was almost surreal. Witnessing that massive, 12-inch black cock disappear into her mouth was an starting to make me horny.
At that point, I still had absolutely no clue just how far they were planning to take this with her. Mo’s cock was visibly pulsing now, and he urged her on, telling her to keep going. And she did, without missing a beat, moving on to the next guy in line and taking his cock into her mouth, immediately starting to work on it with her lips and tongue.
‘That’s the spirit, slut! You’re really getting the hang of this now, aren’t you?’ Mo chuckled, his voice laced with a kind of amused pride. It was all happening so fast, and the atmosphere was thick with a raw, uninhibited energy.
Before long, Beth had taken all five of them into her mouth, each one a firm, hard length. The last man she was pleasuring abruptly yanked her away from his erection by her hair, a rough, possessive gesture.
‘I know you from somewhere, don’t I, slut?’ he sneered, a wide, unsettling grin spreading across his face.
Beth’s eyes darted around nervously, her cheeks flushing. ‘Uh, no, I don’t think so,’ she stammered, trying to keep her voice even.
‘Oh, really? I’m sure I do. You live over there, don’t you?’ he continued, his grin widening as he loudly proclaimed her address.
Beth’s face burned with embarrassment and a growing sense of dread.
“Yeah, I’m jamal, I used to clean your windows,” he explained, his voice dripping with malice. “Before that prick of a husband of yours fired me, saying I wasn’t doing a good enough job,” He laughs.
He thrust his cock back into her mouth. “Well, look who’s got the last laugh now!” he smirked, his voice echoing with triumph. “I can just imagine his face right now, seeing me fucking his wife’s mouth with my big old black cock.” He smirked, clearly relishing the thought.
In a flash, he fumbled for his phone, quickly snapping a picture of Beth, his massive cock still deeply pushed into her mouth, a trophy of his petty revenge.
Beth, her voice strained and breathless with his cock still inside, pleaded, “Please, don’t take any more pictures.” She desperately implored, “You can come back, please! I’ll sort it out with my husband, just promise not to take any more photos.”
He chuckled, his cock slapping against her cheeks, and assured her with a smirk, “Don’t worry, slut, I’m definitely coming back to clean your windows.”
“I can’t wait to see that smug prick again, knowing I’ve had my big black cock in his wife’s mouth.” The surrounding men erupted in further laughter at his crude remarks.
As Beth was nudged towards an older man seated on the sofa, Mo, shouts,
“Go on, slut, don’t forget about Arthur. It’s his 80th birthday today, and I’m sure he’d love a birthday blowjob.”
I’m sitting here, completely gobsmacked, watching Beth’s eyes dart nervously towards Arthur. I offer a reassuring smile, as she starts to pull down his trousers.
And she does, with a noticeable tremor in her hands, revealing an absolutely massive, soft, black cock. The guys around us erupt in cheers, and I see Beth’s gaze snap back to me, her expression mirroring my own astonishment. Seriously, Arthur’s member was beyond anything I’d ever imagined, and this was before it was even fully erect.
“Come on, slut, what are you waiting for?'” Arthur grins, his voice laced with playful command.
Beth hesitantly reaches out, her fingers gently cupping his shaft. It responds instantly, twitching beneath her touch, and within what feels like mere moments, it’s at its absolute full glory. I genuinely can’t wrap my head around the sheer size of it – it’s enormous, incredibly thick, making the other five guys’ already impressive cocks look positively average in comparison.
I turn back to look at Beth, seeking confirmation of what I’m seeing, and her reaction is identical to mine. Her eyes are wide open, practically bugging out with pure shock.
“I bet you weren’t expecting an old man like me to have such a massive cock,'” Arthur grins, a smug grin spreading across his face.
“Now come on, suck my cock, slut. It’s my birthday,” he groans, the anticipation evident in his voice.
Beth’s hands trembling slightly, reached out and cradled his erection. The moment her fingers brushed against him, he twitched. She tentatively traced the rim of his massive head with her tongue, then slowly began to caress his shaft.
“Mmm, fuck,” he groaned, the sound rough and deep. “Keep going, slut. Suck my big black balls too.”
With a hesitant but determined movement, Beth cupped his testicles in her hand, marveling at their size. She took each one into her mouth in turn. Arthur, without any further preamble, lifted his legs. “Now my asshole, slut. Lick it,” he commanded, a teasing edge to his voice.
Beth’s face flushed a deep red, a mixture of apprehension and revulsion evident in her expression as she looked at him. “Lick it, or I’ll let all five of them gangbang you, slut,” he laughed, the sound echoing with a chilling amusement.
She glanced at me, her eyes wide and flustered, before steeling herself and leaning in. With a deep breath, she moved her head closer to his ass. “Come on, slut, I want you to put some effort into it, or we’ll be sure to let that prick of a husband of yours see that his wife’s just sucked on six black cocks,” he taunted, his words dripping with disdain.
Beth’s tongue tentatively explored the area around his hole, her disgust palpable. “Mmm, that’s it, slut. Harder, go on,” he moaned, his voice thick with rising pleasure. She then grabbed his cock, her strokes becoming frantic and vigorous, before returning her attention to his asshole with her tongue. She licked hard against it, pausing for a brief moment before continuing her insistent ministrations.
I sat there, frozen in a state of utter shock, an unwilling spectator to the unfolding scene. A profound sense of guilt washed over me, knowing that I was ultimately responsible for the predicament we had both found ourselves in.
Beth seemed to have found a rhythm now, her hands continuing to work his cock while her tongue still focused on his asshole.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jamal dropped to his knees behind her and swiftly pulled her thong aside. She looked back, her eyes widening in surprise as he began to rub the head of his thick cock against her wetness.
Before she could even fully process what was happening, he pushed inside her. A loud gasp escaped her lips as she looked back, witnessing Jamal’s huge black cock entering her pussy.
Jamal’s grin widened, “Don’t stop, slut. Keep licking his asshole while I show you what a real cock feels like.” Beth, without hesitation, immediately resumed her position, her tongue working with increased intensity on Arthur’s hole.
At that moment, Jamal plunged nearly six inches into her pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp from Beth. “Oh my god, fuck, it’s so fucking big,” she mumbled, her face still buried against Arthur’s ass. Her words were met with a chorus of cheers from the onlookers, while I, her friend, could only watch in a state of helplessness.
Jamal continued his verbal assault, his voice laced with dominance. “You like my big black cock, yeah?” he bellowed. “Well, show me how much, slut. Lick his asshole harder the more you’re enjoying my cock,” he teased, his hips beginning to move in a rhythmic sway. Beth gasped again, a mix of disbelief and intense pressure evident in her reaction. “Go on, slut, show me how much you’re enjoying my cock!” he roared.
Beth, utterly lost in a haze of disbelief, complied, licking Arthur’s ass with renewed fervor. Arthur, in turn, supported her by spreading his cheeks wider. The cheers from the others intensified. It was abundantly clear that Beth was now completely surrendered to her own arousal as Jamal continued to thrust into her. With each additional inch he pushed inside, Beth’s eyes widened, and she found herself licking Arthur’s hole with the abandon of a ‘crazy slut,’ thoroughly swept away by the sheer excitement of the moment.
Honestly, witnessing my friend in such a compromising and intensely sexual situation was starting to stir a similar feeling within me. Jamal was certainly not holding back. With a significant eight inches now deep within her soaking pussy, he was fucking her with a powerful intensity. Beth could no longer contain her escalating excitement; she began to moan loudly with every forceful thrust. “Fuck, oh my god, yes, your cock is so fucking big,” she managed to gasp out.
This outburst only seemed to fuel Jamal’s drive. “You fucking love it, don’t you, slut? Better than that tiny little white cock of your husband’s,” he taunted. Beth moaned again, a deep, guttural sound, “Fuck, I’m going to cum!” she gasped, before releasing a torrent of fluid all over his cock. The men erupted in laughter, but Jamal pressed on. “That’s it, you dirty slut. I told you you love my big cock stretching your pussy, didn’t I, slut?” he declared, pushing her face back towards Arthur. Arthur sat up, a smug smile on his face, and then thrust his massive cock into her mouth, causing her to gag. “Good slut,” he grinned. “You licked my ass so good, but now show me how good you are at sucking cock, slut,” he laughed.
The room filled with the sounds of Beth gagging on Arthur’s enormous cock as Jamal continued to fuck her. I watched in stunned silence as he pounded into her with what seemed like eight inches of his colossal member. Beth was a disheveled, moaning mess, overwhelmed by the intensity of Jamal’s fucking.
“Mmm, fuck, yes, yes, I’m going to cum,” Jamal moaned, thrusting harder. “Oh my god, mmm… fuck, I’ve just filled your pussy with my cum!” he shouted. Beth gasped in shock, but Arthur, unfazed, continued to work her mouth. Jamal eventually pulled out his cock, and I glanced over, witnessing the sight of her gaping pussy. The whole scene had left my own pussy feeling incredibly wet and aroused.
Arthur’s voice boomed, a rough command that made me freeze. “You slut, get over here!” he yelled, his gaze fixed on me. My mind was a jumble, caught between disbelief and a strange, unsettling curiosity. “Come on, slut, get on your knees next to her,” he gestured towards Beth, a smirk spreading across his face. “I’m going to cum all over both your slutty faces.” A shiver ran down my spine, but I slowly, hesitantly, shuffled across the floor to join Beth. Arthur stood over us, his hand stroking his cock.
He brought his cock down, slapping it against Beth’s face. “You suck my cock, slut,” he demanded, his eyes locking with mine. “And you,” he grinned, a dark glint in his eyes, “you’re going to lick my asshole.” A wave of nervousness washed over me, but I found myself moving, shuffling behind him. I spread his cheeks, my breath catching in my throat, and paused for a moment. “Come on, slut,” he urged, his voice a low growl. The situation was surreal, almost unbelievable, but a primal urge took over, and I began to circle my tongue around his hole.
“Mmm, that’s it, slut, harder! Make me cum,” he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “For my birthday!” All I could hear over his groans was Beth gagging beside me. I licked him harder, my hand instinctively cupping and squeezing his heavy ball sack. The thought that I was now performing this act on an eighty-year-old man was simultaneously sending me into a frenzy and filling me with an intense, almost overwhelming horniness.
His moans grew louder, more insistent, and then, with a sudden tug, he pulled me back around to face Beth. He pushed our heads together, a possessive grip on our hair.
“Open your mouths, sluts!” he gasped, his hand now wanking his cock with furious speed. “Mmm, fuck, that’s it, I’m going to…” And then, his enormous cock erupted, spraying hot, sticky cum all over our faces. It felt like an eternity as he continued to ejaculate, draining the very last drop onto us.
We both just stared at each other, completely shell-shocked, as the warm, thick cum from Arthur began to drip down our faces. There wasn’t even a second to process what had just happened before the other four guys were crowding around us, their hands already busy stroking their cocks. It was a whirlwind, and honestly, a bit overwhelming.
Then, Mo moved in even closer, a deep moan escaping his lips as he sprayed our faces with another massive load. This one was truly enormous, and he even playfully slapped the head of his cock against our foreheads with a grin. The other three guys followed suit, and soon, our faces were completely covered, with the sticky white fluid pooling and then dribbling off both our chins. It was a pretty intense visual, to say the least.
As the frenzy subsided, I glanced over at the men. They were all starting to get dressed, a casual air about them. I blinked, trying to clear the cum from my eyes, and Beth did the same beside me. Taking a deep breath and gathering what little courage I had left, I stood up and looked directly at Mo. “So, I’ve done what you asked,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “Are we done now?” I asked nervously, hoping this was the end of it. Beth shot me a flustered look.
Mo just looked at me, a wide, knowing smile spreading across his face. “Done? Are you serious?” he chuckled, the sound echoing slightly in the room. “We’re only just getting started. Why would we be done when we’ve found ourselves two little married sluts to play with?”
Beth’s eyes widened in complete disbelief and shock at his words. It was clear she hadn’t been expecting this either.
“But you said if I brought a friend, this would be over,” I tried to remind him, my voice a little more desperate now.
“No, no, no, Jen,” Mo corrected, his grin widening. “I didn’t say that. I’ll tell you when we’re done. And judging by how gorgeous the two of you are,” he added, his eyes raking over us, “I don’t think it’ll be any time soon.” He gave us another sly grin.
With that, they all turned and headed towards the door. Jamal, the last one out, paused and looked back at Beth. “See you on Saturday, for your window clean,” he smirked. “Don’t worry,” he added, his voice dropping slightly, “I won’t tell your prick of a husband that I fucked his slut wife.”
They all filed out, leaving us standing there, the air thick with their laughter and our shared nervousness. We finally got up and practically ran to the kitchen, where I immediately grabbed a towel and tossed it to Beth, urging her to wipe her face.
“Beth, I am so, so sorry,” I pleaded, my voice frantic. “I swear, he told me if we did this, it would be the end.”
Beth looked up at me, her face still streaked with residual cum as she wiped the last bits away. “What the fuck, Jen? What the fuck are we going to do now?” she shouted, her anger palpable. She threw the towel back at me, and I wiped my face, completely at a loss for any kind of answer.
“I don’t know, Beth,” I mumbled, walking over to the fridge. I pulled out a bottle of wine and poured us both a generous glass, and we sat down at the kitchen table, the silence between us heavy with unspoken dread.
After a couple of glasses, the edge of our anxiety began to soften, replaced by a mellow, slightly tipsy haze. “So, what *are* we going to do?” I asked Beth again, the question hanging unanswered in the air.
Beth sighed, swirling the wine in her glass. “Honestly, what choice do we have?” she said, her voice resigned. “We’re pretty much going to have to do whatever they want, aren’t we? Until they get bored of us and move on.” She then looked at me, a wry, almost wicked grin spreading across her face. “Really, Jen? I still can’t believe you got yourself into this kind of mess. I mean, those pictures Mo showed me… you and those three handymen… I mean, what the hell, Jen?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I felt a flush creep up my neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a reluctant amusement. “I don’t know, it just kind of… happened,” I mumbled, taking a quick, nervous sip of wine. “Anyway, who are you to talk? I just watched you… well, you know. Rim an old man’s ass while getting pounded by a giant black cock!” I countered with a laugh, the teasing tone genuine despite the underlying tension.
Beth’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she averted her gaze, a flicker of shame crossing her features. “Yeah, well, I did,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “But I wouldn’t have had to, would I, if you hadn’t dragged us into this mess in the first place?” she shot back, her anger resurfacing momentarily.
I smiled, a thoughtful pause settling between us. “So, between you and me,” I began, my voice lowering conspiratorially, “did his cock… feel good?”
Beth glared at me, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “Oh my god, Jen, how can you even ask me that?” she laughed, a genuine, unrestrained sound. After a moment, she admitted, “But yeah, I have to confess, it felt pretty damn good. I mean, I’ve never experienced anything like it before. His cock was… enormous. And honestly, it felt so much better than Dave’s. Plus, the things they made me do, and the way they talked to me… it was actually incredibly exciting.”
We both dissolved into laughter then, the shared absurdity of our situation and the effect of the wine loosening us up completely.
But I think we both knew what they had instore for us.
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