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 Eglin City Stories - The Horny Housewives Of Mysteria Lane 03 - Abbie's
Story



   Abbie Delnaro had stripped down to her bra and panties and struck a pose
as she looked herself up and down in the mirror.  She was still a fine
looking woman with fine breasts and a firm ass.  Even that tiny little
dolphin just off the side of her pussy looked sexy.  She still had it. 
Turning to the mirror she leant forward and pushed her breasts together. 
Nodding, she was happy.  They were the first things she had bought on
getting the money from her husband's will.  Well, it was the least she
could do.  After the stress Carlos' accident had put her though she needed
something to perk her up.  And some new boobs were just perfect.

   It was either them or having sex with that good-looking assistant at the
funeral home.  The boob job was more tasteful.

   Abbie stood up straight and flicked her hair over her shoulder.  Her
skin was still smooth, still young looking.  She had been quite the model
in her teens and twenties before letting herself being tied down with
Carlos.  He had prospects then.  Shame she didn't know what the future
would bring or she'd have stayed in the modelling game.  The rows, the
suspicions and the accusations.  And all those other women.  A girl can
only take so much.

   Abbie looked at the open wardrobe.  The dress was right there.  She had
picked out a light blue, thin summer dress.  The neckline plunged down a
bit further.  Abbie quickly unclipped the bra and threw it into the bottom
of the wardrobe.  She cupped her breasts and looked at them one more time.
"Make me proud, girls." she told them and took the dress from it hanger. 
In a few seconds she was twirling in front of the mirror.  "Damn, I'm hot."
Abbie smiled.  She was more than ready.

   She swept down to the front door and looked at the clock, counting down
the two minutes then the seconds.

   The doorbell rang, or actually played the mariachi tune that Carlos had
put on it.  That was something else she had to fix.  The tune, while fun,
just wasn't her.  She opened the door and smiled.  The young black male
stood there.  "Hi!" Abbie beamed as she looked him up and down.

   "Eh..." the youth nodded, his gaze stopping right where she planned. 
Right there on the girls....

   The first time Abbie Delnaro saw him was when she heard the van pulling
up and watched as the small group of young, fit black males piled out and
began pulling the moving boxes from the back.  Carlos had only recently
passed away so she was still playing the respectful widow.  Still acting
all mournful.  Still being full of grief.  Still acting out the bullshit.
The truth of Abbie's marriage was simple.  She hated the whining prick she
had for a husband.  He never stopped complaining.  He moaned about his job.
He moaned the house.  He moaned about the bills.  He moaned about her.  A
girl's got to look good, she told him before he shoved the credit card bill
in her face again.  Then the day came he decided to `teach' her a lesson
about money.

   Carlos cancelled the credit cards.  All of them.  He paid them off and
cancelled every last one of them.  And then gave her one measly card with
and insulting limit of one thousand dollars.  $1000!!!!  How the hell was
she expected to get by on that?  It might get her a right Ge'Bonni shoe but
to get a right and a left....?  A girl had needs and dreams!  To heap on
the insult he told her she would have to pay it off herself.  Like she
could do that!  "Get a job." he had smiled.  And that was the moment she
made up her mind.  She would divorce the cheap bastard and take every cent
she could.  She would strip him off everything.  Abbie would clean him out.
Screw Carlos and his tight wallet.  She'd sacrificed a lot to become his
wife.  A model career had been turned down.  A chance of fame and fortune
casually thrown away to say, "I do.".

   Well, screw Carlos.  He'd promised so much and gave her so little.  She
deserved it all.

   "Hi," the youth said, snapping out of his stare.

   "Brian," Abbie offered her hand and shook the young black man's.

   "Yeah." he nodded, his eyes looking her up and down as she closed the
door behind him.  "You've, em...."

   "Got the parcel." she finished for him.  He nodded.  Abbie smiled. 
Nice, she thought.  Young, fit....  Very, very nice....  "It's in the
kitchen." she said and led him through, making sure she put on her sexiest
wiggle.  The box was sitting on the table where she'd left it after the
postman had came to her door.  "Can I get you a drink?" she asked.

   "Drink?" Brian repeated.

   "Lemonade, juice, soda?"

   "Oh."

   Abbie sat on the edge of the table, making sure her breasts were
squeezed together.  "Or if you'd like a beer...."

   "My dad would..."

   "Of course.  Got to be responsible." she purred, thinking riding that
young male body.  "So how do you like it so far?  The neighbourhood, of
course."

   "Course." the young man laughed.  "It seems alright."

   "Good." Abbie smiled and picked up the box.  Brian took it and she
walked back to the door.  "Course if you'd like that beer, it'd be our
little secret."

   "I...." he swallowed.  "Maybe another time."

   Abbie opened the door and waved as he walked out.  She closed the door
and looked down at her breasts.  "Good job, girls." she smiled and patted
them.  "You still got it, babe."



   *



   Abbie Delnaro looked to play up the tease when she saw the young man. 
It had been six months since Carlos `accident' and she was feeling horny. A
woman has needs, she thought watching the young man from across the road.
She could imagine those strong arms wrapping around her as she wrapped her
legs around that firm waist....

   Abbie opened a drawer in the bedroom and pulled out the vibrator.  She
set it to it's highest setting and was watching as Brian stood in the
street.  Suddenly she saw him smile and look away.  The young body of Jenny
Andrews, Sarah's daughter bounced into view and Abbie found herself
watching as the young man who'd be her stud was kissing that girl.  She
watched him slap her ass and take her hand then walk down the street to a
waiting car.

   The sound of the vibrator seemed to be deafening.  She switched it off.

   "Young fucking CUNT!" Abbie spat.

   She had the usual meetings with the other neighbours; Breanne and Lea
and Sarah but she felt different about them.  She never really liked them
anyway.  They had always seemed a bit off with her.  Breanne was a snob and
Lea seemed to always have a comment.  And Sarah was just stupid.  The woman
always seemed to be flustered about something.  She couldn't keep a man and
needed to be pushed into doing things.  And she was the mother of the young
slut who'd stolen Abbie's next fuck.

   "Everything alright, Sarah?" Breanne asked.  A look had passed between
them as Sarah had down a third glass of wine in ten minutes.

   "It's fine," Sarah said.  "Why?"

   "That's your third glass." Lea pointed out.

   "So what?"

   "In ten minutes." Abbie added.

   "And?" Sarah said defensively.

   "Nothing." Lea shrugged and looked at her cards.

   "Yes.  Nothing." Sarah picked up her cards.  "We're here to play some
cards, that's all."

   Abbie said nothing as Sarah poured herself another glass of wine,
stopping just before the top of the glass.  A look past between her and
Breanne and Lea.



   *



   She saw more of them meeting up.  Brian and Jenny.  She watched then
kiss and touch.  Maybe it was the house.  Maybe the ghost of that slut had
possessed the boy.  She'd watched something similar happen between Carlos
and Ellie who used to live there.  Abbie had taken to following Carlos when
he left the house at night.  She needed to reason to divorce the bastard
and when she saw him sneaking round the back of that house she knew
something was up.

   Deep down she knew she should have been glad when she saw Carlos and
Ellie kissing.  That was enough to do it.  Divorce the prick and take him
to cleaners.  But there was something else.  A fury inside her that rose
up. He had picked a neighbour to fuck around with.  Not some hooker or a
secretary but a woman she had swapped recipes with and played cards with.
Abbie knew couldn't go for a divorce with that.  She's never live the shame
down.  A fucking skanky neighbour!  She spied through a window as they
finished kissing and Ellie, her good friend led Abbie's husband up the
stairs.  Abbie grabbed a stone and was about to throw it through the window
when she stopped herself.  A better plan came to mind.  Breanne had given
her the idea with what they'd done to Ellie.  Abbie smiled as she
remembered the satisfaction of that.  She would never forget the sight of
that slut's body, the gun still smoking and the smell of cordite still in
the air.  It was a simple enough step to go a bit further and make a
decision.  Make a plan that gave her everything without the lawyers or the
courts.....

   Abbie even watched as they fucked.  The young slut was was pressing
every part of her young body against the young, black man, the thrusting
gowing more frantic.  Abbie nodded.  Oh, yes, they were fucking.  That
young cunt was wrapping her legs around that black torso and panting hard.
"Enjoy him, hon." Abbie whispered.  "I got something you don't have. 
Fucking experience.  And that stud is mine!"

   She continued to watch them fuck.  Abbie could feel the jealousy rising
up as she watched every thrust into that young cunt's body and heard each
moan.  She was suddenly aware of her own breathing getting sharper and
quicker and felt the throb between her thighs.  Abbie reached down and
gently rubbed herself.  The touch was almost enought to make her gasp out
loud but she bit her lip.  That young black stud's naked ass rose up and
drove down.  She could imagine the wonderful sensations of him inside her.
The young cunt cried out as she clung onto the black stud.  Abbie watched
as those young white legs slid around his strong torso and the ankles
locked together.  Jenny was urging him on, pushing and pulling him in
deeper.  Abbie was panting now, revelling in the sex show.  She felt
something she hadn't felt in a while.  The orgasm rumbled through her body.

   She panted as she watched the young couple continue to fuck hard.  Brian
suddenly reared up, pushing into Jenny hard.  He was cumming!  Abbie
grinned as she watched him empty himself into the young slut.  That luck,
young slut, Abbie thought.  A sound of an engine interrupted her thoughts
and she realised how wet she was.  Well, she had just the toy at home for
that.  A nice big, fat dildo....



   *



   Abbie watched as Sarah emptied the last of the wine into her own glass
and suppressed the want to smile.  She'd seen the look in the eye as Jenny
headed out for another night of hot sex with her boyfriend.  Sarah knew
what her daughter was doing.  Abbie could tell.  She knew her precious
slutty daughter was parting those legs for that black cock.  You're fucking
jealous, aren't you, Abbie thought.  You're own daughter and you are
jealous....

   Sarah gulped down half the glass and slapped down a card without much
thought.

   Oh, yes, you are jealous, you dumb drunken bitch, Abbie taunted in her
mind.  You stupid, drunk cunt, Sarah.  Abbie looked at her cards.  "Call."
she said.

   "What?" Sarah asked, a slight slur in her voice.

   "I call." Abbie repeated.  You dumb cunt.....

   Sarah blinked.  "Ooh,"

   Lea won that hand.  Abbie saw that Sarah only cared about opening
another bottle of wine.  It was Abbie's turn to deal and she allowed
herself a sweet smile as she dealt the cards while Sarah poured herself
more wine.



   *



   The summer was getting hot.  Perfect, Abbie smiled as she slipped on the
robe.  A thin, red translucent piece of lingerie that had driven Carlos
wild on their honeymoon.  She smiled as she saw how she'd `forgotten' to
wear panties.  The slight tuft of hair was just visible.  It was enough to
let him know.  The door bell sounded and she sauntered down the stairs and
made sure her breasts were good and perky before she opened the door.

   "Mrs Del....."

   Abbie saw the young black stud's jaw drop as she leaned against the
door. "Now, Brian," she started.  "Is it just me that's feeling damn hot?"

   "I...." The young black man's voice tailed off.  She saw his eyes stray
down between her legs.  They stopped there, getting a little wider.

   "I only have one question." Abbie smiled.  "How hard can I get you?"



   *



   God-damn hard, she thought yet again as Brian's young, hard, black cock
pushed through her eager pussy lips again.  She had led him up to the
bedroom.  The same room where Carlos had enjoyed her pussy so often.  Abbie
gasped as she saw the size of it when he pulled it out.  Foreplay had it's
place but when she saw that big.  thick fucker slowly rise up in front of
her Abbie just wanted one thing: to feel that cock inside her!  And damn,
did it feel good.  Her pussy walls embraced the hot, throbbing pole as it
slid into her.  She raised her arms over her head and gripped the metal
frame of the head board as she wrapped her long, smooth legs around his
strong, black body.

   Brian looked down at her, a grin on his face.  All fucking mine, Abbie
thought as she felt him pulling back.  She met his gaze and licked her
lips. "Hard!" she told him.....



   *



   And so it began.  Abbie had never felt to satisfied as when she looked
at Brian's young body, either working in the garden or in naked in her bed.
Shit, naked anywhere in her house.  He spent less time in the garden and
more inside.  She even gave him a key so he could let himself in. 
Sometimes she would be clothed, sometimes naked.  But every time she would
be fucked.  There wasn't a room in the house she hadn't ridden that young
black buck or felt the warm, sticky cum land on her.  He was hers.  She
liked sending him little text about what she was going to do with him as
well as taking and sending pictures of herself naked and spread open for
him, her young black secret lover.....

   He was also still seeing that young white slut Jenny.  It annoyed her
when she saw him walking passed the house with her.  She continued creeping
around Brian's house and spying on them as they fucked.  Abbie nearly let
her relationship with Brian slip out at the last card game there was.  She
had told Sarah to her face she was drunk, even telling her she was a
disgrace as a mother letting her daughter walk around like a whore.  Sarah
had done what she did these days and poured herself another drink!  And Lea
and Bree?  What the hell were they doing these days?  Bree always was a
stuck-up bitch but what was Lea's excuse?  Abbie had always got on with her
but now barely saw her.  The phone was never answered and the house was
always empty.  At least no-one answered the door.  Things had changed. 
They were more honest.  They were jealous.  The nice smiles couldn't last.
Yes, Abbie knew, they were all jealous.  Of her career, of her looks.  To
hell with all of them, especially the new slut in the lane, Jenny who was
flaunting her young, black stud.  That should be me, you little cunt, she
thought with a smile.  That will be me tomorrow.  Yeah, Jenny, she thought.
Enjoy that big black cock `cause it's all mine soon.  and what will you
have?  Your useless drunken mom, while I'm riding that fit black buck....

   She never realised she was fingering herself like crazy as she watched
the young couple fucking....



   *



   "You're still with her." Abbie said as she watched Brian walk back into
the bedroom from the bathroom after he'd showered.  His toned body made her
feel so hungry for it.  She was lying on the bed as naked as he was.

   Brian shrugged.  "She's my girl."

   "Girl being the right word."

   He stopped and looked at her.  "What?" Brian shook his head.

   "She is a girl.  I am a woman.  Dump the little cunt." Abbie said.

   "What the fuck you talking about?"

   Abbie sat up.  "You don't kick that little tramp to the kirb then you
can kiss this," she pointed between the two of them, "goodbye."

   "You made the moves on me, remember?" Brian told her.

   She rolled off the bed and grabbed her robe.  "You didn't fight it. 
Time to choose, stud.  Girl or woman.  I don't like to share.  In fact, if
you don't dump her, then she might find out how she's been sharing that
black cock of yours."

   "The fuck...." Brian blinked.  "You fuckin' blackmailing me?"

   Abbie fixed her hair as she looked in the mirror.  "Mmmmmm, yes." she
smiled at him.

   "You...." He looked at her.

   "Think of it this," she offered.  "You're just changing up."

   "No." Brian shook his head.  He gathered up his clothes.

   "What?" Abbie turned and looked at him.

   "I said, no." he repeated as he pulled the clothes on.

   "Honey.  You don't say `no' to me." Abbie walked towards the young black
man.  "No-one says `no' to me."

   "Fuckin' no!" He finished pulling on his shirt only to find Abbie
looking him in the eye.

   "You heard what happened to Carlos?  That little hit and run accident."
She smiled as Brian said nothing.  "He said `no' to me.  And I would hate
to think of any accidents happening to you or that sweet, innocent girl..."

   "You fucking bitch," Brian whispered.  He pulled away from Abbie and
marched out the room.  "YOU FUCKIN' CRAZY BITCH!" she heard him yell before
the door slammed shut.

   That's the problem about men, she thought.  They never know when their
onto a good thing.



   *



   Sarah took a while to answer the door.  Abbie sighed as she heard
fingers try to find the lock.  It finally turned and she found herself
looking at a woman who was going on a downward slide into a bottle.  She
saw the puffy eyes and glimpsed the bottle being hidden behind the back. 
What a family.  The mother a drunken waste of space and the daughter and
slut.  No wonder the boyfriend ran away.  He was always eyeing her up
anyway.  He'd even tried to make a pass at her one night when Carlos was
away on a `business' trip.  The fact it was Mike's car she'd stolen to run
Carlos down had simply given him the way out.  Wherever Mike was now had to
be better than living with this useless bitch.  The man had a criminal past
anyhow so he was better off away from here.

   "Is your Jenny in?" Abbie smiled, smelling the booze from Sarah.

   "I...." Sarah shrugged.  "I think ssshe'sss with....  With Brian...."

   Abbie ignored the slurred speech.  "I've just seen him leaving.  Alone."

   "Oh, wait." Sarah nodded.  "She's round the back....  JENNNNNY!!!"

   Abbie held a hand up, more to stop the fumes than anything else.  "I go
around the side." she said.

   "Okay." Sarah said and closed the door.

   "Back into the bottle," Abbie muttered as she started to make her way
around the side of the house.  The garden was looking rough now.  Grass and
weeds were breaking through the breaks between the paving stones and more
weeds were winning the battle of the garden.  The place needed a gardener
not a drunk or a teenage cunt.  As Abbie walked round the corner she saw
the young slut.  She was in a bikini and lying on a lounger, getting some
sun.  Abbie looked over the young body.  She could see why any man would
want that.  Jenny was like any teenage girl.  Young and tight with budding
breasts.  A regular little Lolita.  And similiarly would spread her legs
for anyone.  "Hi, Jenny." Abbie smiled.

   The little Lolita looked over but never moved from the lounger.  "Hi,
Mrs Delnaro." she replied.

   "Could I talk to you?"

   Jenny pushed the sunglasses she wore up.  "Okay."

   Abbie looked around and saw a garden chair.  She wiped it down before
sitting next to Jenny.  "I've got to tell you something." She leaned
forward, her hands clasped and hoped the look she was putting on came over
as real.  Not that it would take much to fool this young cunt.  Abbie had
played plenty of bitches off before during her modelling days.  Just tell
them they look good and they'll swallow anything.

   "Mrs Delnaro?" Jenny asked and pushed herself up slightly.

   Abbie remembered how those smooth, young legs had wrapped around Brian's
strong black torso.  Just another dumb teenage cunt.  "It's Brian.  This
pains me to tell you this." Abbie shrugged and looked down with a sigh.

   "What?"

   She looked up and met Jenny in the eye.  "He made a pass at me, Jenny."
she said.

   Jenny blinked.  Then shook her head.  "No."

   "I had to fire him, Jenny.  He...."

   "He told me everything." Jenny said.  Abbie blinked.  She expected this.
Brian would try to prepare the little cunt.  He would....  "He showed me
the pictures and messages you sent him." Jenny added as Abbie blinked again
then rolled herself into a sitting position so she was facing Abbie
straight on.  "And I watched you fucking him.  The kitchen table?  You got
that little dolphin tattoo next to you pussy."

   "Wha...."

   "We filmed it." Jenny smiled.  "I filmed it.  Through the window."

   Abbie sat back.  "You filmed...."

   "You two.  Fucking like pornstars." Jenny said sweetly.  "It really is
very hot."

   Abbie stood up in shock.  "I...."

   "He's my man, you old hag." the teenage girl smiled and lay back again
as Abbie ran home.....



   *



   Bitch, she thought remembering the taunting look on the young cunt's
face.  Young, fucking, cunt, whore BITCH!  Abbie picked up an ornamental
figure and threw across the lounge.  It hit the wall, smashing into bits.
"FUCKING BITCH!" she yelled.  Jenny was a big a cunt as her fucking mother!
the thought came to her.  They had been playing her.  Abbie had thought
she'd been playing that black fuck but both him and that teenage whore had
been playing her.  Abbie gasped.  Bastards, she thought.  Fucking cunt
bastards!

   Abbie looked around her and saw the house.  She could see where they
fucked.  The floor, the couch, the stairs.  She'd had that black cock
inside her everywhere here.  She'd had him everywhere and then what had he
done?  Run off to that little whore and laugh about it?  How he'd fucked
the MILF next door?  Abbie had no choice.  She'd put the place up for sale
in the morning.  There was no way she could stay here.  Not now.  Not with
those two there laughing at her.....

   Bitch, she thought.  Then trudged up the stairs to the bedroom. 
Tomorrow she would leave....



   *



   The noise had woken her.  A loud moaning from downstairs.  "Yeah.... 
C'mon...  C'mon....  C'mon...." A loud sharp slap!  Abbie looked at the
door to the hallway.  "HHUU!  HHUU!  HHUU!...."

   Two voices.  She sat up as she recognised the second voice.  Brian. 
That black bastard.  The idea hit her in an instant.  That dumb fuck hadn't
listened to her, did her?  A check of the clock told her it was three in
the morning.  What was he doing here anyway?

   "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck...."

   A smile crossed her lips.  They thought they had here.  It was going to
be the ultimate fuck you to her.  The cunt and the nigger fucking in HER
house....  "Aaaaaahhhh....." So that was Jenny when she was fucking was it?
Didn't sound too bad.  Another hard slap.  "Who's the pornstar now, cunt?"
she whispered.  Abbie crept out of the bed, opening the bedside cabinet
drawer and reached.  She was already working out her victim statement. 
Yes, officer, I was terrified for my life.  No, I never recognised them as
neighbours.  I thought they were robbers or worse.  That would do for now.
She could work on it until the cops got here.  Abbie felt the cold steel of
the handgun.  A small .38 revolver.  Strictly for personal protection. 
Like just now.

   Two shots and she would be able to stay.  After all, she was simply
protecting her life, right?

   "HAAAHHHH....."

   Abbie smiled as she recognised the groan.  Brian had just shot his load.
She crept into the hallway and started to make her way down the stairs, the
gun tight in her hand.  Just two quick shots and....

   "AHH!"

   Abbie stood at the bottom of the stairs.  All she could see was large
widescreen TV.  With her lips wrapping themselves around that big, black
nigger cock.  He had her hair in his hands and was slowly pushing back and
forth into her mouth.....

   "Mmmmmmmm...." Abbie watched herself moaning.  The sight of that black
cock in her mouth got her feeling slightly horny, but she shook herself out
of it and leveled the gun up.  "Who's there?" she called out.

   "You suck that good," the TV replied.

   "Come on out, Jenny!" she called out again, looking at the kitchen.

   "You real good at that, Abbie...."

   Abbie spun round.  The fucking TV again.

   The hand slipped onto her mouth as another one grabbed her wrist and
twisted hard.  Abbie dropped the gun and felt herself being pushed onto the
floor.  She looked up and saw them, Brian and Jenny.  Both dressed in
black. Jenny was picking up the gun.  "Wow," the girl sighed.

   "You coulda shot us there." Brian said.

   "Awww, fuck, yeah....." the TV again.

   "What are...." Abbie started.

   "Just another accident, I suppose." the black youth smiled.  "Like your
husband." Jenny opened the chamber and emptied the bullets from the gun
then tossed it away.  "That's murder, attempted murder..."

   "Times two." Jenny added.

   "Mmmmm....."

   "Statutory rape, maybe..."

   "Mmmmm...."

   "WHAT!" Abbie spat.

   "My boyfriend isn't of legal age." Jenny explained innocently.  "And you
forced him-"

   "Bullshit!" Abbie snapped then felt a hand grab her hair.  Brian jerked
her head back.  He pushed her face towards the TV screen

   "Mmmmmmhhhh...." Abbie saw herself devouring his black underage cock. 
The video would hang her.  She remembered the pictures she sent and the
messages...  You dumb cunt, she told herself.  You dumb, stupid cunt.....

   "I'll not say anything...." Abbie gasped.

   "Damn right you won't." Brian told her.

   "But first," Jenny told her.  "Get up those stairs."

   Abbie looked towards Jenny and blinked as she saw the girl holding
something in her hand.  Something box-shaped.  "I mean it, I won't--"

   "Get the stairs, you fucking slut!" Jenny ordered as she held the camera
up.  The red light was on.  Recording....

   The hall light switched on and Abbie saw Brian next to it.  he was
starting to strip.  "What are you...."

   "I love watching my man fuck...." Jenny said and Abbie saw the leering
smile behind the camera.

   Brian was naked now, his hand gently coaxing his cock to hardness.  "Now
crawl that fucking ass of yours upstairs, bitch!" he ordered.

   Abbie looked at him, then at Jenny.  She could see herself on the
screen, still licking at that engorged black cock.  She turned towards the
stairs and started to crawl up them.....



   *



   For the next week Abbie Delnaro was effectively a sex slave.  Every day
they came over and she did as she was told.  That fucking nigger fucked her
and that fucking white cunt filmed it.  They used her money to buy drink
and things for themselves.  The first of her future came with a box with
her name on it.  Her `owners', as Jenny put it watched as she opened it and
saw the pink dog collar and silver dog bowl inside.  The name tag read
`Abbie'.  Abbie felt so humiliated as Brian took her from behind before
jerking his cum into the bowl for her to drink.  All the while Jenny
encouraged and recorded every second of it.  Abbie would lie in a corner of
the bedroom as they fucked.

   In her bed!

   In her bedroom!

   In her house!

   She watched that young teenage cunt rub her face in it as they fucked.
She watched Jenny act like she was the lady of the house, wearing HER
clothes and HER jewels and treating Abbie like she was simply the fucking
dog.

   The housepet!



   *



   It was a part of the city Abbie didn't know or wanted to know.  She
watched her `owners' in the front of the car.  Jenny had found it amusing
when Abbie walked down the stairs.  The fishnet stockings and ripped blouse
made her look like a hooker.  She had to wear the dog collar as well.  The
smile on Jenny was enough to make her sick.  The bitch was enjoying this.
Almost as much as she seemed to enjoy watching that nigger boyfriend cum
inside Abbie.  Brian had been driving for two hours.  He eased the car into
an alleyway and gently stopped it.  Jenny got out and opened the rear door.


   The sun was high and Abbie looked at the building.  It was a slum. 
"What am--"

   "Shut up, you be a good doggy.  And good little doggies don't say no, or
they get their dirty little underage secrets spread over the local paper!"
The girl told her and led her into the building.  The place stank of piss
and dirty as she was led up three floors and taken into a room.  The centre
of the room was taken up by an old metal bed with a thin, dirty mattress
and the window was barred.  The door was the only way in or out.  Abbie
gagged as she understood.  They were going to fuck her here.  She turned
and saw she was alone.  Then saw the camera tripod.  No, she wasn't doing
this.  Not here.  Not in this shithole.  Abbie went to the door and found
it was locked.  The wood was thin enough to hear the laughter from the
other side and skin slapping on skin.  More than two people.  Was it five
or six, maybe?  She heard Jenny's laugh.  The only female voice among them
it seemed.

   The door opened and Abbie backed off as the black men wandered in.  Six
of them.  She shook her head and the first man shoved her back onto the
dirty bed.  She saw Jenny walking in after them, the video camera in front
of her face.  Jenny bumped the door closed with her foot and Abbie thought
she heard the door being locked.  "She's all yours, guys." she heard Jenny
say and saw the belts being undone.......