Interracial Erotic Stories

My eyes opened blearily. I could feel dirt sticking to the side of my face. I tried to focus; figure out what had happened. Corina was sitting on the sofa opposite me. She looked sad. I tried to move towards her but quickly realised that I was tied, very securely, to a chair and gagged with tape. There was no way I was going anywhere. "Ah, so the faggot's awake!" I twisted my head and discovered that the voice belonged to the big guy that had immobilized me with the bat. I tried to struggle again as he smirked at me but it was useless. I contented myself by hurling a long stream of verbal abuse at him that was completely muffled behind the gag. "Now, don't be like that," he replied, a sickening grin plastered over his face, "we just want to find out what all the fuss is about. We heard that some white guy had got himself a black bitch and we wanted to see for ourselves. I gotta say, she looks a whole lot finer than the other black whores you see round here!" I twisted and turned, banging the chair up and down in my anger as the man moved over to the sofa and gently stroked my wife's hair. "Oh yes, very fine indeed!" he continued. Corina twisted her head in an effort to relieve herself of this man's unwanted touch but he quickly turned angry. "If you don't co-operate, honey, then my buddy over there is going to crack your old man again, you understand?" Corina nodded dumbly and allowed the big guy to replace his hand and continue stroking her hair. But this time his hands were not content to simply fondle her tresses and began to wander downwards to cover her breasts through the outside of the dress. I could feel the tears of anger sting my eyes as I looked on helplessly. The big guy was now joined by his smaller companion as they both began to grope and fondle my wife's tits. I knew what was going to happen and I just hoped that Corina would submit without argument - the mood these guys were in, anything could happen. I knew that the dress wouldn't last for long and I was right. I heard the material rip and saw the ruined garment appear from over the smaller man's shoulder. My wife never wore a bra around the house and I now realised that, apart from her panties, she was naked before the two men. "Black tits taste good, man!" laughed the smaller assailant as he began to suck on Corina's dark nipples. I had almost accepted the situation now - I realised that the two men would take my wife in front of me and that there was nothing I could do about it. I just hoped that Corina wouldn't struggle too much so they could finish quickly and leave. As his fellow attacker mauled and sucked on my wife's tits, the big guy began to strip. Obviously a farm worker, his body was tanned through long hours working in the fields. But his skin was still much paler than Corina's and, as he sat on the sofa and pulled her towards him, I was struck by the contrast that their two different coloured bodies made. "Let's see if you like the taste of a real man's cock!" he growled as he proudly presented a large, straining erection to my wife's face. "Shit! My kid brother's got a bigger dick than that! Is that the best that you two can do?" My mind reeled as I tried to comprehend the incredible words that Corina had just voiced. I was stunned, I had never heard her use such language before. For a moment, the larger man also seemed to lose the plot and stared down at her incredulously. But then a wide grin spread over his face and he laughed loudly. "Sure, bitch! I know all you blacks like to fuck your kin! Now suck on this like a good little whore and we won't have to smack your old man up again!" I looked on as Corina gazed straight into the man's eyes and slowly lowered her head towards his turgid penis. Her lips opened wide and she drew the weapon deeply into her hot, wet mouth. The big guy moaned as she began to fellate him slowly; licking up and down his shaft and swallowing the bulbous knob deep into her throat. While his buddy was getting the best blow-job of his miserable life, the smaller guy wanted to get back in on the action as well. As I watched, shamefully aware that I was now as hard as a rock, the wiry little man kneeled down on the floor and quickly ripped Corina's panties off. My stomach churned over and my head swam as I saw the moisture between my wife's thighs. I hadn't wanted her to resist, but she actually looked like she was beginning to enjoy herself! The small man pressed his face ap against her vagina from behind and I looked on as his long, pink tongue darted out and swiped lavishly over Corina's wet labia. He used his fingers to peel the lips back and laughed as her stiff little clitoris suddenly popped into view. Corina moaned loudly around the hard cock in her mouth as she felt his oral caresses and I saw her push herself back lewdly onto his face as she tried to get as much contact with him as possible. Her face contorted in a lustful grimace as she was eaten out so expertly from behind. She was groaning almost constantly around the fat dick in her mouth and this was causing the big man to buck his hips and ram his throbbing weapon up into her mouth with every thrust. There was now no doubt in my mind that no force or coercion was being used on her - her face told the truth; she wasn't just enjoying this, she was loving every second.