Have you ever met a truly beautiful woman who unexplainably just rubs you the wrong way? 

That’s how it was with a beautiful blonde who lives just down the street from my apartment building. In fact, both she and her husband rub me the wrong way. Why? Well… maybe it’s because they are just too perfect. Both about forty, he still looks 28… and she looks 25. He’s muscular and slim. She’s slim and gorgeous. They live in a big house in a rich neighborhood. Both drive sporty cars. Their children are perfectly beautiful too. And whenever I have spoken to either or both of them, they both are born again Christians who nonetheless can reconcile their lavish lifestyle and their opinions that most of the poor truly are just lazy. At times I’ve looked at Robin in her tight. always-new designer jeans and wanted to force her to her knees to ram my cock down her throat.

Well… sometimes things have a funny way of working out.

It just happened that, one Friday night, Robin and Greg were heading out to take in a meal at a ritzy steakhouse and bar right downtown. I just happened to be walking past their driveway as they were pulling out. Greg recognized me and popped his head out of the driver side window.

“Hey! Charlie!” he said. “You used to live downtown.”

I nodded.

“Where should I park if we’re going to The Old Park Brewery?”

He knew, as I do, that parking downtown is almost impossible on a Friday night. I thought about his question for a moment. Then I proceeded to tell him about a private parking building about two blocks away.

“I have a pass there for my work,” I told him. “At this hour it’ll virtually be empty. But then I remembered I was heading out to work myself really early the next morning and needed my card.

“But Hey!” I added. “I was planning to pop downtown for a bit tonight too. If you give me a lift, I’ll let you into the lot with my card and take the bus home.”

“Great!” he said. “Hop in.”

I climbed into the back and smiled at Robin as I did so. She smiled at me. 

Now, Robin is a girl who has a very sensuous looking mouth. I have been drawn to it since I first met her at a garage sale she was having, when I was looking for used chairs for my apartment. With the lipstick she was wearing tonight, her mouth was especially alluring.

I also noted that she was wearing a tight off-white turtleneck sweater, tight, brand new 5-pocket navy-colored designer stretch jeans, and black high heels. 

‘Gawd!’ I thought to myself. How did a pompous bastard like Greg end up with a beauty like her, even if she does seem a little stuck up too?

Anyway, I couldn’t help repeatedly glancing her way from my spot behind Greg as we drove downtown. She’d notice me and just smile.

When we reached my parking building, I handed Greg my card and he swiped it. The first level was surprisingly full so we continued up to the roof, which was virtually empty except for a few other vehicles, including one minivan. Greg pulled up a couple of spots from the van and we all stepped out.

We were out of the car and about to walk downstairs when five guys stepped out from behind the van and quickly surrounded us. Four of them were black, the other white. They were wearing dark jackets and scruffy jeans. And they looked mean.

“Hey! Where you goin’?” one of them called as he pulled out a knife.

Greg and I both knew we hadn’t a chance against these guys. And no one would hear us from up here on the roof. But we looked for a way for all three of us to escape.

“What do you want?” I asked, faking courage.

“Hey Man!” the leader said again. “We be cool if you be cool. We just want your money and your pretty lady’s purse and jewels. Then you be on your way.”

Well, Greg and I emptied our wallets (I only had twenty bucks but Greg reluctantly handed over a wad.) Then the leader sauntered over to Robin.

“Hey Babe!” he said. “How ‘bout your purse and your rings and the pretty necklace you got?”

He roughly grabbed the purse away from her and tossed it to one of his buddies. Robin nervously took of her necklace and all but one of your rings.

“You give me ALL your rings,” he told her as he took what was in her hand.

“This is my grandmother’s ring,” she protested.

“I don’ care if it’s Lady Shitheads’s ring. You hand it over.”

“I’ll do anything if you let me keep it,” she pleaded.

He laughed. “Hey Guys! She be willin’ to do ANYTHING to let us keep it.” Then he shook his head. “No Babe. I wants the ring.”

“I’ll blow you,” she blurted out defiantly. 

“Robin?” Greg said in disbelief.

I, too, was stunned. I hadn’t even expected Robin to know the term. ‘Fellatio’… yes. ‘Blowjob’… not really. But she HAD said it.

“What you sayin’, Girl?” the big black man asked, smiling.

“I want to blow you,” she said a little more confidently.

“Robin… No,” said Greg, but two big guys stood on either side of him now, so he was powerless.

Robin looked at him. “I want to keep my ring,” she whispered emphatically.

The leader’s smile was growing. “If you wants to blow me… you gots to blow my boys.”

Robin swallowed hard. “Okay,” she said. 

“All of us,” he repeated ominously.

She nodded. “Okay,” she breathed nervously.

“You!” the leader said pointing to me. “You puts your coat down so the pretty lady can kneel on it.”

“Sure,” I said, quickly taking off my windbreaker and laying it on the ground between Robin and the man.

“Now, Baby. Why don’t you go down and gets yourself started.”

There was panic in Greg’s eyes as he watched his wife kneel and obediently start to undo the big black man’s belt and zipper. Then she reached in and pulled out a huge, 10 inch, black dick as thick as a post. Robin did not look at Greg or me. She just gazed helpless up at her master as if waiting further instruction.

“Go down, Girl,” he ordered.

In utter amazement, I watched Robin as she kneeled upright, then bent forward from the waist, mouth wide open, to accept this humungous wang in her mouth.

At first, she took about two inches in her mouth before she closed her lips around it. Then she closed her eyes and slowly slid back along its length. She opened her mouth wide again and leaned forward again, this time taking a little bit more in before easing her mouth down on his shaft.

This process kept repeating itself, Robin slowly and deliberately taking a little bit more in her mouth each time. He was laughing. 

“C’mon, Boys,” he said. “This meal is served!”

Soon Robin had three big, black cocks jutting out in front of her, and she was slowly alternating from one to the next to the next, both her hands resting on the leader’s thighs the whole time.

“I think this calls for some serious mouth fucking,” the leader said when Robin’s mouth returned to him. “You jus’ relax, Girl,” he said as he clamped his two hands behind her head. “And open that pretty throat you got.”

Then he started aggressively pumping his rigid bone deep into Robin’s helpless mouth. 
Robin instinctively reached up with her hands but he batted them away.

“No, no, Girl,” he said, continuing to thrust deep into her. “You keep your hands DOWWWWN.”

Robin dutifully put her hands back on his thighs and accepted his thrusts.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…” she gagged every time his cock rammed the back of her throat.

That’s when one of the two remaining guys called out: “Hey! She’s got one of those digital cameras in her purse!”

“You pull it out,” the boss said, continuing to ream Robin’s throat with his dick. “Take some pix of this pretty girl.”

But the guy with the camera didn’t know how to use it.

“You her man?” she asked me.

“No. I just work here.”

He turned to Greg.

“You?” he asked.

Greg nodded.

“You take the camera,” he ordered. “You take LOTS of nice pix of your girlie havin’ fun.”

Greg stood there, stunned as the camera was handed to him.

“You get LOTS of pictures,” he was told. “I’m thinkin’ of startin’ me an art museum.” Then he laughed.

Robin’s face was directed now to the big cock on her right, where again her throat was reamed. 

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…” she whimpered.

Greg, meanwhile, had squatted down and was directing the camera at his wife.

“Back to me now, Babe,” the leader told her. She obeyed.

“Now you give a great big smile for the camera,” he said, tilting her head towards the camera to show her cock-stretched mouth and big brown eyes.

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