Chapter 7
Just before we reached the elevators he stopped and said that he had forgotten his camera pack. He handed me his keys and asked me to go and get it, he would get the elevator.
I turned back to his door and as I did I saw four black men approaching from the other direction. They looked like real hoodlums, I had to wonder what they were doing in this building, but I didn't feel threatened with Nathan waiting nearby.
We reached the door at about the same time and as I fumbled with the key they stopped and started making rude remarks.
"Hey baby, you look like you need some help getting that thing in the hole," commented one. The others laughed crudely and I started to turn my head to look for Nathan.
Before I could turn my head the one closest to me grabbed my chin and said, "You look at me when I am talking to you, cunt!"
To my horror, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nathan, with the camera on his shoulder filming these thugs as they gathered around me threateningly. I cannot explain how this made me feel. In such a short time I had grown to trust Nathan and enjoy him. He had almost erased the self-loathing I had managed to build up over the last few days. He had made sex wonderful!
It was obvious, however, that this was all a set-up. He had waited until noon, watching his clock for the proper moment. He had taken his camera, and now he was going to film me getting raped by four black punks.
I don't understand the conflicting emotions that ran through me then. But I decided that if he wanted a rape film, I was going to give him one! I didn't try to look at Nathan again. I pulled away from the punk holding my face and told them that they didn't belong here and they had better leave or I would scream.
One of them had worked around behind me and as soon as I said that he grabbed my waist and put his hand over my mouth. I was kicking and moaning and trying to get loose as one of them grabbed the key from my hand and opened the door to Nathan's condo.
They rushed in and gathered around me in a circle. They started pushing me back and forth between them, grabbing my breasts, my ass, lifting my skirt, whistling, making crude comments. I pretended to fight them off, but it didn't really matter now. I felt so betrayed. I know that makes no sense, but that is what I felt.
They began ripping at my clothing, tearing my dress, shredding it, pulling it off of me a piece at a time. I was crying softly, not fighting anymore. They stopped shoving me and just stood around me now. Their hands, boldly exploring every part of me.
My dress was in tatters at my feet and now I felt hands tearing at my bra. There were more crude comments as my breasts were revealed, and then my panties were ripped from me violently. I would have fallen had one of them not caught me.
Now the hands again, squeezing my flesh, probing my orifices. And the constant barrage of crude comments. I felt so totally degraded, even worse than the other night with Ted and his beer buddies.
But then the strangest thing happened. Despite everything, I was becoming aroused. I was back in my fantasy again, being used and abused and degraded. I was getting turned on. I was thankful that they were so rough they could not notice. That would be too humiliating.
I finally got a break as the men stepped back and started undressing. It was obvious that at least one consideration in selecting these men had been the size of their cocks. They were all extremely large. Not as large as Nathan, but well above average.
Once they had undressed they moved closer to me again. I felt them pressing against me, their cocks rubbing me, their hands probing.
Then I was forced to my knees. Everywhere I looked there was a large, angry black cock pointing at me. The circle widened slightly and I saw Nathan moving in for some close-ups as my face was pulled to one cock after another. Time seemed to stand still as first one cock then another was forced into my mouth. It went on and on. And then, finally one of them began to cum in my mouth. He pulled out until just the very tip of his cock was in my mouth and made me open my mouth. He moved his hand up and down his throbbing cock and I saw Nathan move in for a close up as his cum shot into my mouth.
As soon as he was finished I swallowed his load of cum and before I knew it, it was happening all over again. All four of them came the same way, with the camera catching all of that cum shooting into my mouth.
I looked around and was shocked to see that not one of them had gone soft, they were still hard and ready for more. It began then for real. And it went on for over two hours. I was raped in every hole, in every combination and every position I had ever heard of, and many I had not heard of.
Several times I had three cocks in me at one time, and usually the fourth was rubbing against me somewhere as well. I was having orgasm after orgasm, but I was being so mistreated, so roughly handled, that I am sure they did not even notice. I was thankful for that.
Finally it was over. I was nearly unconscious. I didn't even notice them dressing or leaving. Just all of a sudden Nathan was picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom.
He handed me another douche and left the room.
I sat on the toilet and just cried softly for a long time. I was being torn by my desires, my fantasies, and the certain knowledge that what I was doing was so wrong, a complete betrayal of my dear, sweet husband.
I went to the bathroom and used the douche and stepped back into the shower.
I didn't hear Nathan come back in. I was preoccupied wondering what I was going to wear home. My clothing was in shreds. But suddenly he was there, holding me, gently moving his hands over me.
His gentle, soothing voice telling me that it was ok. And for the moment, it was. I relaxed in his arms and let his soothing voice wash over me. Enjoyed the healing touch of his wonderful hands.
I was sore all over, it was difficult to move. My pussy, my ass, my jaw, everything hurt. My breasts and my buttocks were bruised. But I was OK now, because Nathan said so.
He turned off the water and dried me and then carried me back to the bed.
He laid me out on my back and stretched out beside me. He kissed me gently and moved his hands lightly over my body, soothing my soreness away with his caress.
He must have known I was too sore to do anything. He didn't even try. He just let me rest and we talked some more while he caressed me. Still about me of course.
I had to ask about the film though. He told me about his deal with Ted. He made specialty movies, for a special audience. Mostly rape movies, or B&D and S&M. The real thing, not the kind you buy in video stores. He has a small, select client list that pay a premium price for good quality movies, such as an attractive young white housewife being raped by four black hoods. For real!
So now I am a movie star! I took comfort in the knowledge that at least nobody I knew would be on his client list. I was sure that no one I knew would ever see the film.
Most of the time, though, we talked about me. His curiosity about the most intimate details of my life seemed a little on the weird side, but I enjoyed talking to him, and I wanted him to know that I was really a normal person, not a slut or a whore. I wanted him to like me!
He got up a couple of times over the next couple of hours and brought snacks and drinks back to the bed. I was surprised at what a wonderful time I was having. I wanted him again, and I kept apologizing for being too sore to make love to him. We both saw the irony in that, but I couldn't help it. I felt that way!
When it was almost time to leave, I suddenly remembered I had nothing to wear. I asked Nathan what I was going to do, and he just laughed. He went to the closet and came back with a beautiful, tasteful, and very expensive, dress. And it was just my size!
He must have gotten my size from Ted, and he knew in advance that my clothing would be destroyed.
I put the dress on and brushed my hair. I touched up my make-up and found my shoes. I finally found my purse and at last I was ready to go. But before he took me out to the car he handed me a piece of paper.
"I won't bother you," he said, "but I would love to see you again. I think you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I know you are having a tough time with Ted, and there is nothing I can do about that. But, if you want to see me again, just call. Anytime. I was watching you pretty closely, and I don't guess those four thugs noticed or cared, but I saw how many orgasms you had. I want to have you again. And I think you will call. And if you ever get in the mood, I would love to film another movie. You will never get and Oscar, but I have no doubt that that was the sexiest movie ever made. My clients will be begging for a sequel.
I didn't say anything, but as I slid his number into my purse, I knew I was going to be back here. I did want to see him again. And as much as I hated to admit it, I knew I would make another movie for him. At least I told myself it was for him.
We left then. He took me to the parking lot, and Ted was smart enough to see that I was totally used up for that day. He took me straight home. He made me tell him everything that had happened on the way, but at least he kept his hands to himself and his zipper closed.