Deena's Degradation (Part 3)

Deena's Degradation Part 3 By Bosco Deena and I were married a few months later. She moved into my apartment, which was fine, because her neighbors had been harassing her after the episode with the black men. At first our sex life was great for the first few months. I remember thinking often about how Deena had been transformed from a lazy lover into someone who truly loved sex. But after a while, we fell into our old routine, working, eating, and sleeping. We were down to having sex about once a month. I thought about bringing other men home, but the episode with the neighbors kept me from doing it. Then one day, about a month from our anniversary, I saw an ad for one of those tacky honeymoon resorts. You know the type: a big round bed, mirrored ceiling, and a bathtub shaped like a champagne glass. I looked it up on one of those internet map sites and saw it was only an hour and a half away. I also noticed that there was a college a few miles away from it. I recognized the name of the school. It was an all-black college. As soon as I saw that, I booked a reservation. When Deena and I pulled into the resort, she looked at me quizzically. She had gotten used to vacationing in deluxe hotels, what with her promotion in her law firm and my new job. This place looked like a row of windowless cement block bunkers encircling a main building and a small lake. We checked in and were shown to our room. I had paid extra for the deluxe accommodation and when I opened the door, I wasn't disappointed. It was a duplex room. The first floor living room was two stories high and had a fireplace surrounded by a curved couch filled with throw pillows. On the left was a door leading to the steam room. To the right of the fireplace was the stem of the gigantic champagne glass I had seen in the advertisement. My eyes followed it up to the second floor. It ended in a big glass bowl, which was the tub. Next to the champagne glass was a staircase going up to the bedroom mezzanine. We walked up excitedly. I let Deena go first so I could watch her big ass shake as she climbed the stairs. The bed was big and round, and the ceiling above it was covered in mirrors dotted with little sparkling lights, like stars. Off the bedroom was a luxurious bathroom with a big rectangular gap in one wall, open to the living room below. If you stepped through the opening, you would be in the glass bowl of the tub. I noticed that it would hold two people easily. "This place is a fuck palace!" Deena exclaimed. "Now I know why it has no windows!" And that's about all we did for four days. We screwed in every part of that room, and we hardly went outside. We ate our meals in there also, instead of using the resorts community dining room. Our days were filled with steam baths, sensual massages and, of course, sex. The fact is, that resort totally revitalized our sex life. But of course, that wasn't enough for me. For our last night, instead of eating in our room, we decided to have dinner with the other guests in the dining room. Deena went to her bag to choose something "appropriate" to wear but before she could, I opened my suitcase and took out a present I had bought her. It was a pair of black Lycra hot pants, cut very small. The fabric did not have the shiny look of cheap vinyl, but rather a satiny sheen. In any other place she would never wear something like this, but she didn't put up an argument, even when I said, "No underwear, please." Instead, she stepped into them, stretching the elastic waistband over her thighs and pulling them up over her hips. A small hidden zipper on the side was pulled up. "How do I look?" she said, and turned around. The fabric was stretched tightly over her ass except for the center seam, which dug in between her cheeks, separating them. The leg openings stopped short of covering the area where her ass and thighs met, leaving a small bulge of white flesh just beneath them. When she turned back around, I saw that the pants had the same effect at the crotch: The twin mounds of her bald pussy were clearly visible, with the stretch fabric pinching in between them. She put on a shirt, tying it at the midriff, and finished with a pair of black pumps. I finished dressing and we walked outside to the Main Building dining room. Deena caused quite a stir when we walked in. Men having romantic dinners with their wives tried not to stare as we were shown to our table. Our waiter, a young black man around twenty, introduced himself as Duane. He didn't bother to avert his eyes at the expanse of thigh my wife was showing underneath the short tablecloth. We made small talk, finding out that he was a film major at the local college whom, along with many of his classmates, worked there on weekends. As he talked I looked around and noticed that all the help were young black boys between the ages of eighteen and twenty. It was easy to see them because many had come out into the main dining room and were eyeing Deena like a pack of wolves. We did not lack for service that night. During the meal, our water was refilled about ten times and I noticed my wife glowing from all the attention. At the end of the meal, I asked Deena to go to the gift shop and buy me a pack of cigarettes while I paid the bill. Neither of us expected what happened next. The tiny pants were obviously not designed for sitting, and when she stood up and turned around I saw that the fabric had ridden up between her ass cheeks. The black material was hidden by the mounds of flesh on either side. She put her hands around to her backside, and with her index fingers in the elastic leg openings, pulled them back down, but not before drawing the attention of every male in the room. As she walked away from the table, her ass cheeks bounced like jello and every eye in the place followed her out. I paid the check and wrote a small note for Duane, saying that if he wanted his tip to come to Room 137 with as many of his friends as he wanted, after their shift. I wrote some additional stuff and left to meet Deena in the lobby. We took the long way to our room, once stopping to kiss. Deena plunged her tongue as deep into my mouth as it would go and my hands reached around and held her big ass, feeling the smoothness of the lycra. I pulled her tightly against me so that my hardon was pushing against her pussy and she whispered in my ear, "Let's go". I knew her anticipation didn't have to last long because we had left the dining room almost at closing and Duane and his friends, if they came, would be at our room shortly. Upon entering the room, I walked upstairs, past the large stem of that ridiculous champagne bathtub, to the bathroom, calling down to Deena to start a fire in the fireplace. When I came back down, I was stopped cold at the view before me. Deena was on her knees in front of the fireplace, her head down to see why it wasn't starting and her ass pushed high in the air. I could see the hot pants straining as the material was stretched almost to the breaking point, the leg openings almost halfway up her ass cheeks and below, her thick pussy lips swollen around the center seam, pushing out on either side of the tight fabric. That was the position she was in when the door flung open and a gang of about ten black men spilled into the room. Most had come directly from their jobs and were still in their uniforms: busboys, groundskeepers, security guards, and more. I hardly had a chance to move when two of them were on me. They pushed me over to the couch and, holding me down, bound my hands behind my back and tied my legs together. Deena had started to stand up when they barged in, but before she could rise from the kneeling position, she was surrounded by the group. One of them had positioned himself in front of her and he reached down and grabbed the back of her neck, preventing her from getting up. Duane turned to me, "So, your pretty white wife likes black dick, huh? Well I hope I brought enough to keep her satisfied." The others laughed and started passing around beers from the six packs they had brought. One of them found our camcorder. "Hey guys, let's make a movie!" He turned it on and pointed it at Deena. The light from the camera lit her up and made her skin look even paler than it was. The boy standing in front of her was short, stocky and very dark-skinned. He slowly pulled down his fly, reached in and pulled out his cock. It hung there, above my wife's pale face. He moved his hand from her neck to the back of her head and forced her to look up at him. "Open your mouth, bitch". Her eyes remained staring into his, but she lowered her jaw as ordered. The boy with the camcorder moved in closer, just as the big hand pushed Deena's head forward and the thick, black cock violated her mouth. He put his second hand on her head and, holding it like a basketball, pulled it toward him, burying his shaft deep in her throat. Her hands came up and grabbed his hips to support herself. "Hey man, she digs it", he said loudly. Two of the others had knelt beside her and were rubbing their hands on the smooth black fabric that stretched tightly over Deena's ass. One of them managed to squeeze his fingers into the leg openings and he began pinching the fabric, pulling it tighter into her ass crack. The crotch of the tiny pants dug deep into her pussy and her swollen lips now hung down on either side. They pulled her thighs apart for a better view and I could see that the back of the pants now looked like little more than a g-string. Her big, fleshy ass was pointed straight in the air, and the two boys began slapping her ass cheeks, making them jiggle and turn red. Deena tried to scream but the black cock was still lodged in her throat and the sounds came out as a hoarse whimper. The boys were turned on. "Fuck her mouth, man!". The large hands pulled her head back and the thick, spitty log slid out of her mouth. She gasped and managed to suck in a deep breath before her head was pushed forward again, violently. As the spanking continued, he pumped her head back and forth, always jamming his cock down her throat as far as it would go. Deena started slurping and drooling spit onto the floor. The camera boy laughed while he filmed her getting face-fucked and spanked at the same time. Two new boys bent down and pulled her top up around her neck, exposing her tits, which were swinging wildly as she was being forced back and forth. The others stopped spanking her and pulled her pants down around her legs. They didn't undo the zipper first, they just rolled the tight stretch fabric down, so it pinched in the flesh of her thighs, making her ass jut out even more. One of them put his black hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her asshole and pussy to everyone in the room. "Oh! Look at that shaved pussy!" he said, and moved his fingers down toward it. With his thumb and forefinger, he spread her lips wide, and everyone could see how wet her pussy was. "This bitch is soaking wet!" He stuck his index and middle finger of each hand into her moist pussy and stretched it open so now it looked like a gaping, pink, wet hole. The camera boy pointed the lens at it and flooded it with light, making it look wetter and obscene. "Give me something to stick in it!" he shouted. One of the guards removed his nightstick and passed it down. It was shiny black wood or plastic, about eighteen inches long and two inches thick, and the rounded end was inserted into Deena's pussy. He slowly pushed it deeper, until about eight inches disappeared up her wet hole. The guy fucking my wife's mouth couldn't hold back any longer and, with a loud grunt, held her face tight against his stomach and started to orgasm. His body twitched about five times. I saw her Adam's apple move as she swallowed the load of hot cum he was pumping down her throat. When he finished, he stepped back and his wet cock slipped out of her mouth, a string of cum stretching from the head of his dick to her lips. The boys were thrusting the nightstick in and out of her cunt and she started screaming and moving her body back to meet it. "Arghhhh! Fuck me!" They started pumping it in faster and her pussy was making wet, sloshing sounds as the big stick violated it. "Arghhhh! Arghhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me! Stick it in my ass!" "Oh man, this chick is hot!" They withdrew the long stick until it was completely out. The end of it was dripping wet and they rubbed it on her clit, making it swell up. Deena was panting heavily and moving her ass up and down like a cat in heat. Then two of them grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her asshole was slightly open and they placed the bulbous head of the nightstick against it and started pushing. It was so wet it slid in easily. "Oh yes, oh yes! Put it in my ass! Stick it deep in my ass!" They continued pushing until all of the wet part, eight inches, was buried in my wife's ass. "Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass with that big black stick!" Deena pressed the upper half of her body flat against the floor, forcing her ass even higher as two black hands grasped the big stick and slowly started to fuck her ass with it, always pushing it in a little more each time. Finally, they let go of it and moved back so the camera could get a good shot. My wife stayed kneeling there, with her head down and her tits squashed against the floor, her top bunched around her neck and her pants down around her knees. Her back was arched and her ass was pointed at the ceiling with eight inches of black shaft sticking up out of her asshole. Her stomach moved up and down as she panted heavily. The camera light was shining on her sweaty skin and reflected off the glossy rod. Someone stuck out their hand and inserted two, then three fingers into her gaping pussy. With his free hand he started slapping her ass again, making the stick poking out of it shake back and forth. Deena began screaming again. One of them said, "Someone's gonna hear, man. Bring her upstairs." They didn't bother to pull the nightstick out of her ass. Two of them grabbed underneath her arms and pulled her up into a standing position. They pushed her toward the stairs and she walked awkwardly, the black stick waving left and right with each awkward step. She couldn't climb the steps with that shaft buried in her ass, so they lifted her up and carried her, followed by the other eight boys, carrying their six packs and laughing. They left me tied up on the couch. I looked up past the second floor railing and could see in the mirrored ceiling over the bed. They threw her on it, face up and proceeded to remove their clothes. One by one, they kneeled on the bed around her until all I could see were their backs and heads in the mirror. One of them must have finally pulled out the nightstick, because I heard it fall to the floor. From Deena's muffled screams I imagined that she had her mouth stuffed with black cock, maybe two. I tried craning my neck to see over the upstairs railing, but it was fruitless, so I sat there, tied up, listening to the sounds of my wife getting gangbanged by ten black boys. After a couple of hours, it became quiet. I figured they were all finished ravaging my wife and I looked up, expecting to see them coming downstairs. In the reflection of the mirrored ceiling, I saw them lift Deena off the bed and carry her into the bathroom. They laid her down into the champagne tub. I could look up through the clear bottom and see my wife's ass and thighs flattened against the smooth glass. The men formed a semicircle around her, kneeled down on the edge of the tub and pointed their flaccid dicks toward her. The first stream of piss started slowly, arching toward her face, and Deena opened her mouth to catch it. The yellow urine started filling her mouth until it overflowed and ran down her chin and neck. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed. Little by little, more golden streams began shooting toward her, until all nine black cocks were urinating on my wife at the same time. Most were aimed at her mouth, which was opening, closing, gulping, then opening again as she tried to drink as much of their piss as she could. But she couldn't keep up with the steady flow of urine. The many beers they had drunk had created a huge volume of piss and much of it sprayed her face and tits, running down her body and collecting at the bottom of the tub. I looked through the bottom of the glass bowl and could see it filling with the yellow liquid, pooling around her asscheeks and thighs. As the torrent of piss continued, the level rose, coming halfway up her thighs. I saw her put her hand between them and start stroking her clit, her hands splashing the piss over her legs and belly as they pumped up and down furiously. The streams of piss were still spraying her face, soaking her entire body .Her hair was wet and matted down, and the piss she couldn't swallow fast enough ran down her neck, between her breasts and into the pool she was immersed in. She started shaking as she came, her legs flailing, splashing the yellow liquid over the edge of the tub. As she screamed, the men who hadn't finished pointed their dicks at her open mouth and peed directly into her throat. She had to spit it out to catch her breath. As her orgasm subsided, an exhausted Deena slid down further in the tub. The nine black men stood up and filed out of the bathroom, leaving my wife lying there, quivering, in a pool of their urine. The one who had been videotaping the entire night was the last to go. As he passed the counter, he saw a water glass and grabbed it and went back to Deena. He reached down, filled the glass with piss from the tub and held it up to her mouth. I heard her gulping as she drank the warm fluid down. The ten men bounded down the stairs and out the door, leaving me tied up on the couch. After a while I heard Deena rise out of the tub. I thought she would shower immediately, but instead she walked down the stairs, dripping and leaving wet footprints on the carpet. Her body was glistening from the piss that still clung to it. She walked deliberately over to me, her breasts shaking and dripping with each step. When she reached me, she turned around and, with her back facing me, climbed up on the couch. She was standing up, a leg on each side of me, and her ass directly in my face. It was soaking wet and smelled of piss, and I wondered what she was up to, when she started to push her butt into my face. "Stick out your tongue and lick me clean", she said. I felt the wetness rub against my face and, fighting revulsion, I began to lick her wet ass cheeks. Her hair was still dripping and a stream of piss ran down the middle of her back, and entered the crack of her ass. As she pushed against my face so my tongue was in her ass hole, the rivulet of urine ran down her crack and into my mouth. It tasted warm and salty as it hit my tongue, and I buried it deeper into her ass as she rubbed her cool, slippery ass cheeks up and down my face. The inside of her ass was slimy and tasted like cum, but I kept digging my tongue deeper, licking the sides of her rectum as it went in and out. Out of habit, I moved my mouth down to her shaved, wet pussy and started probing between her lips, tasting a combination of urine, cum and her own pussy juices. As I parted her lips I felt her inner muscles squeeze and a long string of cum leaked out of her hole, dripping into my mouth. Deena hunched down to give me better access to her clit, then she reached down, unzipped me and pulled out my stiff cock. She began pumping it with her wet hand, and I erupted with an intensity I had never felt before. A thick stream of cum shot into the air and rained down on us. Neither of us had the strength to shower that night. We crawled into the bed, which still reeked of sex. Deena curled up against me, her skin damp and clammy, and we fell asleep. The next morning, as we packed our things, Deena realized that her purse had been opened, but upon inspection, she couldn't find anything missing. It was only when we got home did I discover that the videotape was not in the camcorder. ??????Bosco I have worked long and hard on this story, stealing a few moments here and there, when my wife was out of the house. I would appreciate hearing your comments. Send them to: bennett_bosco@hspop.com 4877 1.55/512345