Abby Samuels pulled away from the reception in her sleek Mercedes convertible with her head filled with the thoughts of the lovemaking she was going to share with her husband Brad as soon as they got home. She was already damp underneath her short black cocktail dress, and couldn't suppress a smile when she recalled coming back from the restroom during the party and slyly stuffing her thong panties into Brad's blazer pocket. That had certainly gotten his attention, and her smile broadened when she remembered how he had quickly and nervously glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed.

Brad had come to the reception directly from work, while Abby had dropped their two-year-old daughter Jordan off at her mother's for the night. Hence, they were driving back separately from the event, and Abby hoped that Brad's thoughts were as wicked as hers.

Brad and Abby had married five years ago after a one year relationship. Brad was twenty-nine years old and a rising mid-level executive in oil & gas trading. Abby was a year younger and worked part-time as a marketing events consultant which gave her time to look after Jordan and their home. It also provided the time for her to work out regularly, which clearly showed in her slender and leggy 5'7" 120 lbs body. Abby's hair was jet black and she had almost a C-cup bust, along with full lips and a dimpled smile that always seemed to make men melt.

It was normal for her to attract attention and the reception that evening was no exception. A constant parade of men came over to "say hi to Brad", but he knew what they really wanted was a look at his wife's breasts in her low neckline dress. Over the years he had gotten used to it, and his wife had never given him any reason to worry, so he just smiled and accepted it.

Abby picked up her cell phone to call her husband to tell him to hurry, and realized that the battery was almost dead.

"Brad? Hurry sweetie, I need you!" she laughed into the device.

"I'm speeding as it...." Abby heard him begin to reply before the phone went dead, and she saw that her battery was now gone.

She liked that he seemed to be in the same state of mind as her, no doubt assisted by the feeling of her thong in his jacket.

Abby decided to jump on the freeway to save time and had made it several miles when from nowhere an object appeared in her lane. It was too late to swerve, and she ran over, on her left side, what appeared to be a metal bar, which made a sickening crunching sound, and caused her to momentarily loose her grip on the steering wheel.

"Damn!" she exclaimed with fear that she had damaged the prized vehicle her dad had bought for her when his granddaughter was born.

Sure enough her car was now simultaneously making squealing and thudding sounds, so Abby decided to take the exit ramp and find a place to call for help. She had been on an elevated portion of the highway, so when she exited the ramp she dropped twenty feet to the surface street below.

Immediately, Abby questioned her decision as the neighborhood was a rundown area filled with old warehouses, many with broken windows, along with numerous truck lots with fences in disrepair. Her car was now becoming harder to steer, so she pulled to the curb in front of a long, one story building that seemed in a bit better shape than most. She looked into her glove box for her car cell charger, but couldn't find it, and she thought maybe she had let Brad borrow it.

Even though the street was quiet with apparently no one around, it took her several minutes to summon the courage to step outside and survey the damage. Abby gasped when she saw what the object had done. The front and rear tires were blown and the front rim was mangled. Plus, there were several dents down the side of the car. She realized there was no way to drive it, and without her cell phone she was going to have to seek out help.

Abby hit the auto lock on her key chain, and walked towards what appeared to be the front door of the building. The door was heavy with only the words "Marine Services" stenciled in simple black paint. Several feet past it was a long window that began about two three feet from the sidewalk, and inside appeared to be a waiting room with chairs around the perimeter. She could see that at the far end, light was coming from beneath a closed door.

Cleve Henry was sitting on the old worn out chair doing his normal thing of sipping cheap wine and watching TV on the small 10" set when he heard someone or something banging on the front window.

"Goddamn kids," he said to himself, suspecting that the neighborhood trouble makers were up to their games again.

Cleve's job was to be the night watchman on the premises. Marine Services was a business that catered to the shipping industry providing transport to and from ships in the nearby port and performing some visa and legal work. In addition, it operated a health clinic that did physicals and provided minor health care to ship crews, mostly treating colds and venereal diseases. The ship owners didn't want any headaches, and Marine Services was happy to give an injection or look the other way and fill out the required forms if the fee was right. Because there were some narcotics kept in the clinic, there had been some break-ins, which was the reason for Cleve's employment.

Cleve walked around the corner to the reception window that separated the examining area from the waiting room and peaked through the venetian blinds. He was stunned when he saw the beautiful woman banging on the glass.

"What in the hell is going on?" he spoke softly to himself. Then after a second of contemplation determined, "That hot piece of ass ain't going to make in tem minutes out there."

Cleve thought for a moment whether to get involved. It wasn't his job to help out folks in trouble, and if those gang kids came around it would probably get ugly. He didn't like getting too close to the law anyway, as he wasn't exactly sure what he might have forgotten to take care of. On top of that, he wondered if this was some kind of set-up to get him to open the door. But, in the end, his curiosity about Abby was just too great and he wanted to see her a bit more close up.

Abby heard the door buzzing to her right, but it still took a moment for her to understand it was signaling that it had been opened. She jumped for the handle and stepped into the dark waiting room closing the door quickly behind her, immediately feeling a sense of relief.

"Hello?" she called out.

"What you want?" Cleve spoke, still hiding behind the blinds.

Following his voice, Abby looked in his direction and could see a blind slat ajar, and walked towards him until she was standing in front of the reception window.

"Sir, my car has been damaged and I need to use your phone to call for help please," Abby replied in her sweetest voice.

"I don't see no car," Cleve replied, brusquely.

"It's down there," Abby replied, half turning and pointing towards the far end of the clinic building.

Cleve moved over to the other side of the reception window and looking out could just see the car. Damn fine car he thought to himself, but won't go unnoticed for long. He pulled the blinds up about six inches and looked out at Abby. In doing so, he came into view for her and she could see he was a large black man, older at around fifty, with a thick neck and close cropped graying hair. She could also see the hungry look in his eyes, which she was used to from years of male attention.

There was a long silence then Cleve spoke as he stared at her cleavage, "Show me your titties."

"Excuse me? I'm just asking to use the phone," Abby replied angrily.

"You want to use the phone show your titties. If not, get the fuck out of here," Cleve answered, with not a hint of compassion.

Abby turned and moved quickly towards the door with the clacking of her heels on the hard floor making the only sound. She threw open the door and stepped outside finding herself back where she started. Looking left and then right and seeing nothing either way, she decided to try right and set off walking on the broken sidewalk. A block down, she started to hear noises that became voices as she grew closer until she saw the source from the shadows of the corner of a building. Across an open lot were six men, youths really, from the sound of their lively banter, walking and stopping then walking some more, but slowly moving in her direction.

"Shit," she said to herself, then turned and moved away as quickly and quietly as she could.

Glancing over her shoulder every few feet, she had made it almost back to the Marine Services building when the group rounded the corner. Abby stayed in the shadows close to the buildings, and was able to make it back to the window without being seen.

Brad was starting to get worried about his wife. He had tried to call her back on her cell with no luck. She was now almost thirty minutes late with no reason why, and he wondered if she had gotten into an accident. He decided to wait a little while longer then drive back along the route they took from the reception.

Cleve had settled back down to his TV and drinking thinking he had seen the last of Abby when he heard the rapping again on the window.

"Goddamn bitch make up your mind," he thought to himself, as he lifted his heavy frame and went back to the window.

Abby was furtively waving towards the window and pointing to the door with one hand as she knocked with the other. The buzzing of the door was like sweet relief and she lunged for it and slipped inside hoping she had gone unseen.

"Please, you must help me. There is a gang coming this way!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

In reality, Abby had no one of knowing whether the group coming was a dangerous gang or some kids out to play basketball. During her life, she had almost no interaction with black people and really didn't know what to expect. In this case however, her instincts were correct -- at least partially. The leader of this particular group was a nineteen-year-old thug named Hasan who had been in trouble with the law numerous times for assault and theft. His "right hand man" was named Javonte or JV for short who was similar to Hasan in disposition, but always deferred to him. The rest were an assortment of hangers on from the neighborhood, that had more or less stayed clean.

Cleve suspected who "the gang" might be or at least who were the troublemakers. They had come around before and knew he was working in the building. Several times, they had taunted him trying to get him to open up for the drugs and other things they could steal. So far, they had always wandered away after a while and he had not had to call the police, which in his mind was much better, as he didn't want anyone trying to get revenge on him. He knew the car would be totaled, wrecked with rocks and clubs for fun, stripped or taken, and if they found out the woman was inside, he wasn't sure how things would end.

But, as much as Hasan and his crew concerned him, he still wasn't going to give up on the chance to get a look at Abby.

"You want to stay in better show them titties quick girl," he flatly told her.

"No, I can't. I just can't," Abby replied, now starting to shake.

"Then get the fuck out," he commanded.

The voices could now be heard coming down the street, and Abby shrank into a small space between the front window and the reception window where she couldn't be seen.

"You're breaking the law! Let me use the phone," she forced out in a harsh whisper, summoning more conviction than she felt.

"Law? I ain't breaking no goddamn law. You don't like it get the fuck out. In fact, you get the fuck out of here. I'm tired of your shit," he replied.

"No wait, please," the pretty young wife answered in desperation.

Looking at the floor, Abby lowered the straps on her dress down her arms and let the front fall into her right hand, which held it just below her sheer half-bra.

"Okay, happy now?" she asked, as the voices outside grew very close.

"Bitch lose the bra," he answered in husky voice, staring at the faint outline of her nipples and feeling his cock stiffen.

Continuing to look down, Abby had to let go of the dress to reach behind her to the clasp, and as soon as it was released the bra sprang forward, although it still covered her breasts. She used her hand to pull it forward until it fell away giving Cleve a clear view of her breasts and nipples. Abby's buds were quite small, and even after nursing a child, they still turned upward. Cleve had never seen a white woman's tits in real life, and he was becoming very aroused.

"Those are some nice titties. Dame nice," he croaked out.

Abby took that as a sign that it was over and began to cover up.

"STOP!" I didn't say I was finished," the black man called out.

"You've seen what you wanted and their almost here," she replied in panic.

"You want me to turn the lights on out there? Those boys won't be nice like me," he threatened.

Abby hid in the corner with her dress and bra in her right hand, the straps now along her forearms as Cleve leered through the slightly raised blinds.

Outside, the boys went straight to the car, and while Abby and Cleve couldn't make out what was being said, they could sense the gang's excitement.

"This is like a present fell out of the sky," Hasan stated, running his hand gently down the side as the others circled the Mercedes like a pack of hyenas sizing up a kill.

"Don't touch it too hard or the alarm will go off," JV warned the group.

"I'm going to make a call and see if we can make some money," Hasan said, stepping away from the rest of the group.

The gang continued to stand around the vehicle and talk while Hasan got on the phone.

"Got someone that wants it. Said stay away till he gets here," Hasan announced.

"Look's like this is some bitch's car," one of the gang said looking through the window and seeing Abby's things scattered.

"We better get this done before someone comes for it. Thing like this don't get left around," JV replied.

One of the gang came over and leaned against the building near the door which caused both Abby and Cleve to shrink further back. The rest stood at the end of the building talking and cutting up, as even though little traffic came down the road at this time of night, they didn't want to look like they were showing attention to the car.

"What are they doing to my car?" Abby whispered.

"Your car is good as gone baby. Better be worrying about yourself," Cleve told her.

Cleve could see that Abby was now shaking in fear, and his arousal prompted him to try and get more.

"Give me that bra," he said.

Surprisingly, she dropped it from her arms and placed it on the ledge outside the speaking hole with only a few moments hesitation and with no argument. He pulled it through and put it to his nose to take in her scent.

"Now I need the phone," she begged.

Before he could respond, Hasan walked up to the window and yelled inside, "Hey fat man. You in there? Better keep your damn mouth shut or I'll fuck you up."

He was only feet away from where Abby was standing and she feared any movement would give her away. Cleve didn't reply, and after a moment Hasan walked back to his friends.

"Please," Abby begged again.

Cleve was now nervous too, but he just couldn't pass up the chance with the beautiful young woman. To him, it was truly a once in a life time opportunity which helped him gather his courage.

"Take your dress off I want to see your pussy," he demanded.

"NO, NO. Let me use the phone you asshole. You goddamn nigger. Let me use the damn phone." she cried in out frustration almost too loudly.

Abby had never used a racial slur in her life, and even now in the situation she was in dealing with Cleve, she immediately felt guilty. Cleve, on the other hand, was used to hearing it from white people, and unfortunately for Abby, the little compassion he felt for her was now gone.

"Lose the dress cunt or you'll be the center of attention at a gang bang party tonight," he said purposefully trying to scare her.

Tears were flowing down Abby's face and with them her mascara. She bit her lip to try to keep from crying, but she made no move to comply. She gauged the risk of going outside to the gang versus staying where she was with Cleve, and it still seemed better inside. That's where the phone was and if she could just make a call the nightmare would end.

"Last chance," was all he said.

Abby reached behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress. Her humiliation made her go slow which had the effect of further arousing Cleve. He hadn't been this hard in years and could feel his cock starting to ooze. The dress slipped to her waist and he could see her toned tummy and then it fell to her feet. Instantly, Cleve found himself staring at a freshly shaved white woman's pussy.

"Goddamn. Only sluts don't wear panties," he said, almost pushing his head into the glass.

He was now rubbing his hard cock behind the counter knowing that he had to feel and taste Abby's tits and pussy. Even if it meant jail, it was something he just couldn't pass up. Anyway, he rationalized; this high class woman would never tell anyone she did anything with a black man.

"Give me the dress," he commanded.

Abby was now almost broken and put up no fight. While looking down and crying, she stepped out of the dress puddled at her feet, bent down to pick up the garment, and placed it on the ledge where he quickly pulled it through.

Brad had driven to the location of the reception and back with no signs of his wife. He called her parents and several close friends, and unable to find her he now knew he needed to call the police.

Just a few minutes after Abby had given up her dress, a beaten up pickup truck, pulling an equally beaten up trailer, pulled up alongside her car, and a Hispanic man in his twenties jumped from the passenger side and immediately went underneath the car. Quickly he was back out, and broke the driver's window with a hammer. A minute later he had the car in neutral, and the gang gathered round the vehicle to help push it onto the trailer.

"Quick crawl in here now," Cleve told Abby, holding the door slightly ajar, while the group outside was focused on the car.

Abby crawled on her hands and knees staying low and hoping she wouldn't be spotted. Cleve had the hall dark so no light would attract notice, and it wasn't until she was completely inside and the door closed behind her that she realized he was naked.

The car was loaded and headed down the street in less than three minutes.

"Come by later and we'll get settled. Here's a bonus for you," the Hispanic man said, flinging Abby's purse from the truck window as they drove away, and with that, all clues to her location vanished.

Hasan caught the purse in mid-air and opened it up. Rifling through the contents he found her billfold with eighty-five dollars in cash and her driver's license.

"Abby Samuels. When does a woman leave her purse behind?" Hasan stated rhetorically.

"What the hell is this?" one of the younger members asked, holding up a box with a strange rubbery thing inside.

"That's one of those things women put up in their pussy to keep from getting pregnant. Tanya's older sister had one," JV explained, feeling good he knew something the others didn't

Cleve was fifty something years old 5'10" tall and weighed almost 300 lbs., and in the brief moment before he lunged at her, Abby could see his uncircumcised cock hanging below his flabby belly. Abby was in good shape from her three times a week workouts and fought like a tigress. She scratched him so that blood was coming from numerous cuts on his neck and face, bit his arm and hand and kicked his shins as hard as she could, but in the end she was giving up 180 lbs and just wore out.
Cleve, feeling her energy wane and knowing she was defeated, dropped her to the floor where she stayed on her hands and knees panting and trying not to wretch. The heavy black man quickly grabbed a handful of lubricating lotion from the nearby examining room and unceremoniously began to rub it into Abby's vagina.

"No, please don't do this," Abby said, while still trying to catch her breath.

Cleve didn't respond but lined himself behind her forcing her legs apart and with one hand wrapped around her waist used the other to lift his fat belly and place it on her back and ass. Abby could feel his cock near her opening and tried to avoid its probing, but the lotion made it easy for him and with a grunt he forced himself into her.

"NOOO!" she said trying to pull away, but he had too firm a grip.

As Cleve's pushed into her, his mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back. He had never felt a better pussy in his life, and he became still so he could just enjoy the wonderful feeling for a moment before he started to rock.

Mrs. Abby Samuels, wife and mother who had only been with two men in her life was now being forcibly fucked on the linoleum floor of a clinic where countless dirty third world sailors had trod, and in despair she fell forward on her elbows and cried.

Cleve was in heaven with every stroke better than the last. He knew there might be a price to pay. But not now...right now, he felt like teenager. His cock hadn't been this hard in decades, and the warmth and softness of her pussy provided it an amazing massage.

Seconds turned to minutes and Cleve just kept going and enjoying. Abby had caught her breath and had stopped crying, and now, resigned to the rape, she just wanted it over quickly.

"Hurry up you asshole," she yelled at him.

No verbal response came from Cleve, but he maintained the continual thrusting.

"You can't cum in me I'm not on the pill," Abby blurted out, suddenly remembering her diaphragm in her purse.

Cleve's response was unseen to her, but a slight smile quickly came to his face.

"Bastard, finish," Abby yelled, after another minute.

The truth was that Abby had never been with a man with stamina. Her first lover was quick to the point of premature ejaculation, and her husband Brad rarely made it past two or three minutes. Thus, she thought it was the norm and didn't understand why this black man just kept going.

Abby reached beneath them and began tickling Cleve's balls with her nails. It was a trick a girlfriend had told her she did when she wasn't in the mood and she wanted it over quick, and at that moment she was willing to try anything. Unfortunately, an unintended consequence occurred, as Cleve, feeling her nails, shifted his motion just a little bit and hit Abby in just the right place. Instantly, she jerked her hand away, but his motion didn't change, and despite her efforts to break the connection, he stayed with her and it didn't stop.

The young wife and mother tried to think it away, forcing herself to accept the humiliation of the rape, but the harder she tried, the closer the feeling seemed to come upon her. She put her finger in her mouth and bit hard to take her mind off it, as she was not about to give this bastard the satisfaction.

"Hurry up and finish," she yelled again, now as more a plea than a command.

Cleve's relentless motion never slowed. It was well paced and powerful, giving him maximum enjoyment, and he wasn't tiring at all.

"Unngghh..." the groan suddenly escaped from Abby.

It was supposed to be silent, said around the finger in her mouth, but Cleve heard it. Another sound started to fill the room as well, as Abby's lubrication took over from the lotion and the wet slapping sound of their mating started.

Please don't let this happen she thought to herself, she prayed. If he just hurries and finishes I can control it.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP," she screamed at him again.

Patient and relentless was the way to describe Cleve's fucking. This grossly obese and alcoholic old black man was in a rhythm that was unstoppable, and since he was still enjoying every stroke there was no reason to have it end.

The feeling started pulsing between her legs and slowly radiated outward. She fought it in her legs, her torso and her arms but it wouldn't back away. Sweat was pouring off them both and unknown to Cleve, Abby's mouth was open and her eyes closed. Only her last ounce of control kept her from crying out, and she was using everything within her to hold on.

Then it was gone.

"Umm...ohhh...ohhh...oh no...oh no..." she whined to Cleve.

At that moment, Cleve knew he had her and she knew he knew. Decorum didn't matter to her now. All that mattered was the feeling in her and her need to let it all release and flow through her beautiful and excited body. While Abby had never been particularly vocal during sex, something broke within her and began driving her.

"You're fucking me...you're fucking me...don't stop..." she demanded her lover.

Knowing she was now his Cleve released his grip on her waist and began fondling her breasts. He rolled her nipples in his fingers then pulled them back towards him as he rode her.

"Ohhh, mmm...yes...it hurts...but it hurts good..." she let him know.

Abby knew a minute before that she was going to cum, as it was like a big wave in the ocean you see coming towards the beach and you watch it until it breaks.

Cleve knew it was close too when her body stiffened and her breathing stopped.

"Oh yes...oh yes...fuck me...don't stop...don't stop...God fuck me!" she cried out, and he felt her pussy begin to throb around his cock.

He had no intention of stopping and rode her through her huge orgasm maintaining his steady and relentless motion.

Abby lay face down on the filthy floor her arms too exhausted to hold her up. She panted and grunted as Cleve kept up his assault continuing to feel surges course through her body, while the drool coming from her mouth made a puddle on the floor.

"Hey you fat motherfucker. You going to keep her all to yourself?" Cleve looked over to see Hasan and JV standing in the hallway that led to the back door.

Hasan kicked Cleve hard on the side which made him fly off Abby and end up sprawled on the floor.

"You damn sure worked that pussy over. Now it's our turn," He said grabbing Abby by the arm as she tried to get up.

"I ain't finished yet," Cleve pleaded.

"You can have another turn when we done," Hasan laughed.

He pulled and carried Abby to the examining table and pushed her onto her back as she protested and tried to break free.

"I don't want to fuck on that nasty floor," he stated.

"Yeah and we thought she might need this," JV added, throwing her purse and diaphragm on the side table.

Hasan dropped his pants to his ankles, and without ceremony pushed his cock into Abby.

"Damn old man you done a pretty good job of breaking this white pussy in," he said between grunts.

"Squeeze that pussy on my dick," he commanded Abby, while pinching her nipples hard and making her yelp.

"Awwww...stop!" she cried out in vain.

"Oh, that's it girl. That's good. You milking me now bitch. You be made for fucking," the young black teenager informed everyone.

"Click," the sudden sound stopped everyone, and Hasan turned to see a large pistol on the side of JV's head.

"You motherfuckers got thirty seconds to get the fuck out of here," Cleve explained.

"Just wait a minute old man don't do anything stupid. We just sharing some white pussy. You can get back in her if you want," Hasan said with his cock now out of Abby.

"Boys, get the fuck out of here or he's dead," he stated, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Pussy ain't worth it let's go," JV said, almost shaking.

"Alright old man but this ain't good," Hasan said, as he pulled his pants up.

They left the way they came and Cleve followed them. He came back a minute later and Abby was sitting on the edge of the examination table wiping her body with a towel.

"I'm sorry about that. I ain't sorry I fucked you and I guess I'm going to jail, but I'm sorry about them boys. You ready to use the phone?" he said to Abby, as she stared at him.

Her eyes stayed on him for a long time, then in almost a whisper she said, "You haven't cum yet."

Abby lay back down on the table and spread her legs offering herself to Cleve. Without a word he stepped between them and lifted his belly, and quickly his now semi-hard cock found its home and within three strokes it was fully hard once more. He leaned forward to suck on her nipples making Abby feel strangely aroused from his weight pressing on her.

At that very moment, Brad was discussing his wife's disappearance with the police.

Cleve started his motion, which had been so powerful before, and soon she was back to that place that only this old black man had taken her. He was as relentless as before, and she came for him again, tossing her long black hair back and forth and begging for him to continue. Soon after, it was his turn, and as he grunted loudly and emptied himself inside her, he noticed the diaphragm sitting unused on the table which made him smile.