Surprise

[MisterZ]

Teaser: Amy screamed as the six-foot-four, leather-clad man crashed through her front door. Then she remembered it was her anniversary.

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Surprise
Author: MisterZ
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Amy screamed as the six-foot-four, leather-clad man crashed through her front door. Then she remembered it was her anniversary.

She and Dennis always had a very healthy sex life, and for their anniversary he had always arranged a special kinky “surprise” that as often as not turned into a regular thing. The first time it had just been them, a camera, and some roleplaying. Toys and costumes had followed. One year, it was public sex all over town, another it was her on stage at the amateur night at a strip club. Last year, he brought home a callgirl in a schoolgirl outfit. She seduced her “teacher,” and they were caught and “punished” by the principal. God, that was hot, she thought.

She had made it home before her husband, stripped out of her c-cup bra and panties, and donned a thigh-length pink silk robe when the heard motors in the driveway. The last thing she expected to see when she looked out the front window was a bunch of motorcycles and a black van, but before she could digest that the door crashed in.

The leather-jacket-clad giant strode over to the stunned wife. He grabbed her long, dark hair and pulled her head up to look into her widening grey eyes. His eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, his face behind a dark beard. “Where’s Dennis?” he shouted.

“What…who…” she stammered.

He threw her to the floor between her couch and coffee table. Her robe fell partially open, exposing her shaved pussy to the intruder. “Where’s Dennis?” he shouted again. She could see more men coming through the door behind him. “Your husband owes some people some money, and we’re here to send him a message. Where is he?”

Understanding dawned on Amy. A few months after their last anniversary, Dennis had talked her into a new game. He'd picked up a girl, brought her home and fucked her while Amy watched. It was hot, she had to admit, but after it was over she half-jokingly said next time, she should pick up a guy, or a bunch of guys. He’d just laughed and winked but the idea had caught root in her brain, and she wound up pushing him into admitting that fair was fair, although he hadn’t seemed too enthusiastic about the idea.

It helped that some of their best games for her were when he pretended to be a stranger, a bad man, a pirate or escaped convict or thief, who overpowered her and raped her and forced her to cum She began to wonder what it would be like if she really was with a stranger. Or a bunch of strangers. A bunch of dangerous strangers. She’d never had rape fantasies before, but she was now. She began looking online for rough gangbang porn, even found a site full of rape fantasy stories. Dennis was working late and out of town more lately and reading them had gotten her through some lonely nights.

Maybe she hadn’t been as discreet as she’d thought. He must have checked her browser history, found out what she had been into. This must be why he had been acting secretive lately. He’d been setting this up. He’d acted unenthusiastic to keep it a surprise. This is way hotter than last year, she thought. Thank you, honey. But where was he?

When she thought about it, her role in this script was obvious. “He’s not here,” she said, trying to sound nervous.

“Listen, bitch, I don’t have time for this,” he shouted again. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “He’s not here. I don’t know when he’s coming home.”

He grabbed her by the hair again with one hand and reached into his jacket with the other. “I said, bitch, where is he…”

“I don’t know!” her sob a little less forced then she planned. He was really yanking her hair around. “Please don’t hurt me! What do you want? Tell me what you want! I’ll do whatever you want!”

He let her collapse the floor again, causing her robe to fall open the rest of the way. He looked at her for a few moments. “Zeke, get your phone out,” he said.

The last piece fell into place with Amy. Is he going to watch it later, or is he watching it live, from the van? I bet he’s in the van.

The big biker leaned over her. “Here’s the deal,” he said. “Your husband made some very bad deals with some very bad people, and they are very, very pissed at him. I’m here to send him a message, and I think a good way to do that is to make him a little movie.” He opened his jacket, and pulled out a long, gleaming knife and set it on the coffee table. A gun followed it. Wow, that looks real. “You’re gonna be the star. You can be breathing at the end, or not. Up to you.”

The menace in his voice was so authentic, she could feel her pulse start to race and her nipples rise. “OK,” she breathed. “Yes. I’ll do what you want. Whatever you want.”

The scar-faced man he called Zeke had pulled out his phone and was filming the scene. Hi, honey, she thought. She was tempted to wave at the camera, but after all the hard work he’d put into this she didn’t want to spoil the scene. “Gonna be a real nice porno, Monster. Just like we did with Cindi,” he said.

She could see there were five more of them, moving in and out of the living room as they tossed the house. Two of them were big men with prison tattoos and prison-weightlifter builds, one taller and one wider, not as massive as Monster but nearly so. The other two, including Zeke, looked smaller in comparison to the others, but they were still well-built men, with Zeke leaning on the wiry side. A woman was standing behind them, a bleached blond with short denim shorts and fake tits barely held in by a black tube top. She must be Cindi. Cindi stared at her coolly, in marked contrast to the naked lust she could see in the faces of the men.

She turned back to see Monster had unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was proportional to the rest of him, nine inches maybe, and getting hard. “I think you know what to do,” he said.

The situation had gotten her so hot she forgot to play at reluctance. She simply opened wide and took Monster’s monster into her eager mouth. It was the largest cock she had ever sucked, and she wasn’t prepared to take it all in. After a moment, she settled for teasing the head while her hands stroked the shaft.

“Awww, shit,” Monster moaned above her. “We got a real hot slut here, boys. That’s it, bitch, suck my cock.”

Amy closed her eyes for a moment and savored the taste of the biker’s cock on her tongue. When she opened them, she could see his friends had dropped their pants and were looking down at her. Again, none of them were as big as Monster, but they were all just as ready. She reached out with her hands and found the balls of one and the shaft of another, and began to stroke, all the while bobbing faster and faster on Monster’s cock.

“Little wifey here is just a cocksucking whore,” Monster growled, pulling his cock from her mouth. “You love it, don’t you? You wanna suck us all off, don’t you?” He slapped her face with his erect cock, first one side, then the other. “Say it! Say how much you love it.”

“I love it,” Amy murmured, her voice slurred with lust. “I’m a cocksucking whore. I love sucking cocks. Gimmie your cocks. Gimmie your big cocks!”

Monster stopped her by stuffing himself back between her lips, pushing himself fully into her mouth. Her lips stretched and her cheeks bulged as she took it all in, and she suppressed a gag as she felt it hit the back of her mouth. The two weightlifters stepped forward, and in a daze she reached out and began stroking their cocks with her hands.

Monster was moving his hips now, fucking her face, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her throat as she stared up in disbelief. She had done some wild things in her life, but sucking some strange biker’s cock while she jerked off two of his friend was wilder than she ever dreamed. She never imagined her husband loved her enough to set this up. She had never been this turned on before. Drool began to fall from her stretched lips as he fucked her mouth.

She felt Monster tense just before he gave a grunt and shot his hot load down her throat. She swallowed convulsively as he pulled out, then locked up at the two others, licking her lips. “C’mon, gimmie your cum,” she moaned. “Cum all over my slutty face.”

Those words were enough to set off the bigger one, and she leaned in to catch his spunk on her open lips as he went off. As she licked up a stray drop, she could feel the other one splatter his cum on her cheek.

She began to lean back and caught a glimpse of the Zeke and the last one standing behind her, cocks in their hands. “You too,” she said. “Feed your slut.” She was rewarded a few minutes later with a shower of hot cum on her face, neck, and breasts, and she squirmed with arousal as Zeke’s phone caught everything. Yes, definitely the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I love you, honey, if you've got any fantasy, it's yours,.

One of the big ones she had given a handjob to was the first to speak. “Damn, she is a hot slut, isn’t she,” he said.

“Yeah Dog, but I think Cindi is feelin’ kinda left out,” Zeke said. “And after we got her to drive the van here and everything.”

“Well, shit, we can’t disappoint Cindi,” Monster said, turning to the girl. “Get over here, we got something for you.”

Amy levered herself back up to her hands and knees and Cindi walked out from behind the camera and began casually pulling her shorts down her long legs with a look on her face like she was asked to do this sort of thing every day. Probably is, yeah.

Although she knew exactly what the bikers would be expecting as Cindi casually kicked her shorts off in front of her, this wasn’t nearly an everyday sort of thing for her. Before last year, she hadn’t done much more with women than some experimental teenage fooling around, but Dennis’ hooker had given her a few tips and seemed to have gone away happy. It was easy to remember as she reached up for Cindi’s pink neon thong and shoved it to the side. Not a natural, she thought as she reached out her tongue to touch the biker chick’s slit.

Cindi expression didn’t change but her shook slightly at the touch, and Amy, encouraged, reached out her hands to stroke the girl’s thighs while she brought her mouth to the brown-furred snatch, stroking the lips with her own, poking her tongue into the slit. Amy tasted the light tang of Cindi’s arousal as the other woman began moving her hips slightly.

Amy began to lick more urgently. “Yeah,” Cindi spat down. “Lick it. Lick it. Cuntlicking slut. Yeah.”

Amy reached out her hands to brace herself on the other woman’s thighs as she leaned in. She found the biker chick’s clit and began assaulting it in earnest. She was rewarded with a hand gripping the hair on the back of her head. “Shit yeah,” Cindi chanted. “Eat my cunt. Eat it. Fuck yeah!”

Amy felt the other woman clutch her hair painfully tight. Cindi’s eyes clenched shut and her body stiffened, and Amy tasted her juices as they flowed between her open lips. After a long moment the biker whore opened her eyes, released her grip on Amy’s hair and stumbled back. She looked down at the kneeling brunette and spat in her face. “Funkin’ dyke slut,” she hissed. “She’s all yours, boys.”

Cindi moved aside, and Monster came back into her view. He had stripped off his pants and jacket, and Amy was not surprised to see he was hard again. “OK, now it’s time for your cock,” he said. “Are you ready to get fucked, slut?”

She nodded, eagerly. Watching Cindi come, tasting and smelling Cindi come, had brought her so close to the edge herself she felt like she would explode. “Yes,” she breathed, leaning back to the floor and spreading her legs. “Yes, please, please fuck me. Please fuck me.”

He knelt between her legs, spread her thighs, and ran his cockhead along her pussy lips. She shivered in anticipation and raised her hips. He slid into her soaked pussy with a grunt, and she moaned in pleasure. He was the biggest man she ever had, and she could feel every inch of her cunt being filled. He quickly lost interest in the slow approach and began pushing in an out, faster and faster as Amy’s hips began to twitch as her body approached the orgasm that had been building since he had first pulled out his cock.

When it came, it was a wild one. “AAIIE!” she screamed as her back arched and her head fell back. She laid locked in pleasure for a moment, her eyes squeezed shut, before her body relaxed and she slumped to the floor. But Monster never slackened his assault, and she could feel another orgasm begin to build even as the last traces of the last one left her body.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open as she felt an emptiness. She mewled wordlessly as she realized Monster had pulled out, then gasped as he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up. They landed on the sofa, Amy on his lap, his cock in her pussy once again, and she moaned in satisfaction.

She looked up to find herself staring into the lens of Zeke’s phone, inches from her face. She moaned as Monster began thrusting up into her again. “Say hi to your hubby,” he growled in her ear. “Tell him how much you’re lovin’ this. Tell him how much you love us rapin’ the shit out of you.”

“Oh God, I love it!” she squealed as he reached a hand down between her legs, soaking his fingers in her flowing juices. Honey, I love you for doing this for me. Loveyouloveyouloveyou… “Rape me! Rape me harder! Please, rape me harder! Pleeease…” Her pleas rose to a shriek as Monster took one of his lubricated fingers and began pushing it through the tight ring of her asshole. Amy felt her body begin to shake. She’d let Dennis play around there, but had never actually let him put it in. Was he going to…no, wait no…

Suddenly, his hands were on her hips, pulling her off his cock. “No,” she murmured, half from the sudden emptiness in her pussy and half from the fear of what he was going to do next. “No…oh fucking shit!” she screamed as his cock forced its way into her tight hole.

Amy screeched in pain as Monster slowly worked his way in. It was so big and it hurt so much as he Monster pushed in further and further, pulled back, and began to pump himself into her asshole. Then he was pawing at her clit and she felt her brain short out, pleasure and pain crashing into each other. Her screeching took on an insane edge as Monster picked up the pace, driving himself into her loosening hole. They pain was tremendous, but still she felt herself…how could she possibly…

Her entire body convolved, and she screamed like an animal as she came. She slumped back against Monster half-conscious as he clenched and blew his load into her ass before abruptly shoving her to the floor.

Another one of them was already down there on his back, his pants down, one of the bodybuilders, Dog, she though. She picked herself up on her hands and knees, only for Monster’s booted foot to slam into her ass, causing her to fall forward onto the prone biker. She turned her head to look up as his erect cock.

Without a word, she crawled up his body and lowered her pussy onto his prick, moaning as she engulfed him. She began to lightly bounce up and down, her head swaying from side to side, her eyes distant, until she felt a pair of rough hands grab her shoulders. She glanced back to see it was Zeke who was pushing her down onto the bodybuilder’s chest and lining his cock up with her now-upraised asshole. She grunted as he pushed it inside the freshly-spread hole. He wasn’t as big as Monster, but he was big enough. “Oh fuuuck,” she moaned as, for the first time in her life, she felt two cocks moving in her at once. They quickly fell into a rhythm, one thrusting as the other pulled back.

Amy felt like heart would burst, her skin catch fire. There was hard, hot, sweaty male flesh all around her, pressing against her, pushing inside her. Every nerve in her body was on fire. Each hard thrust forced a grunt or gasp or squeal from her gaping lips as the fire in her body built, and built, and built until it burst forth in a scream as her body stiffened, her eyes rolled back, and her nails drew blood from the biker beneath her. Her writhing was enough to set both men off, shouting as they sprayed their spunk inside her.

Zeke stood up, and Dog pushed Amy off of himself, leaving her gasping and squirming on the floor. “Holy shit, man,” he said as he felt the scratches on his chest. “We got ourselves a grade-A slut here.”

“The rest of the guys are gonna shit themselves when they find out they missed out on this,” Zeke said.

“Who says they gotta?” Monster replied. “I say we take this bitch back to the clubhouse and keep on partying. Get something to tie her up with.”

He leaned over Amy’s flushed, panting face. “You’re about to make a whole buncha new friends, slut. We’re gonna party with you til’ you can’t party no more.”

Amy, still stunned from her orgasm, gave no resistance as they gagged her with the cord from her bathrobe and tied her hands with an electrical cord yanked from a lamp. Dennis is waiting in the van, she thought they was dragged her naked out her front door. He’s going to drive us to a hotel, and I’m going to clean myself off, and then I’m going to reward him for giving me the best anniversary ever.

She was shivering at the thought of what she was going to do to him when the van door clunked open, revealing nothing but a stained mattress on a rusty floor. Dennis? She thought as she was roughly thrown in. Dennis, you can come out now, she thought as Cindi climbed into the driver’s seat and the door slammed shut. You can come out now and say Surprise! Say Surprise!

Surprise…

The motorcycles roared to life as they and the van pulled away. The sound faded into the distance, leaving the house in silence. Some time later, the sound of another motor could be heard, then more people coming up the walk. “Honey?” a man’s voice came. A moment later, Denis stepped carefully through the open door. A blonde in a too-tight cheerleader uniform poked her head in after him, while a redhead in a similar outfit hung cautiously behind her.

“Honey?”

[MisterZ]

So, had this siting finished on my hard drive since I don't know when, figured I'd post it now or never. Did make a few last minute edits, I'm sure you can spot one.