I was travelling again for work and as always it made my wife nervous. This time more than ever, since Michele was on the trip too. Michele was also married, but my wife was afraid something would happen between us. She was young, 24, and blond, and although she tried to hide it under professional looking business suits, I have to admit, she was very sexy. She was about 5' 6" in height and quite athletic. She would spend her weekends mountain biking with her husband and also skied, kayaked and camped. Her personality at work was nothing like when she was outdoors. Michele felt she had to suppress her excited, fun behavior and overcompensated on the side of professionalism. She was very confident in everything she did and although her demeanor at work was first class, she sometimes came off as repressed or stuck up. That is, until you got to know her.
We were sent to Georgia for a week to learn a new system for work. Separate rooms, of course, but we shared a rental car and had several dinners together. It was driving back to the hotel after dinner on the second night that the trouble started.
We were 30 miles outside Atlanta for training and decided to go into the city for one nice meal while we were there. There wasn't a decent restaurant to be found in Deloit, or whatever the hell the name of that town was. Atlanta had grown so fast that businesses were spreading out into the suburbs, which were formally tiny farm communities. Now they were a weird mix of high-tech and no class. We went right after training, so I still had on Dockers and a polo shirt. Michele had again overcompensated and wore a dark gray pantsuit, very sharp. Her blouse was white and fastened at the collar with a broach. The jacket stopped at the waist and seen from behind it gave just a hint of the fine ass beneath those slacks. Her shoulder length, straight blond hair was tied back in a simple ponytail.
Michele's body may have been covered up, but she could not hide her face. She was stunning. Her sharp features were a mix of her German, Irish and Native American ancestry. She looked like Michele Pfieffer's younger sister. Her deep blue eyes were always focused and she could stare down most competitiors.
She was driving on the way back to De Loyt after dinner. I rode in the passenger seat of our rental sedan. Half-way home, at some stupid intersection, we were rear-ended at a red light. No major damage, to the cars anyway. I got out to check it out and don't remember much after that. The other driver was a well-dressed black man in his thirties, but as I shook his hand somebody must have cracked me over the head with a pipe. I dropped to the ground and nearly blacked out. In retrospect, Michele should have just driven off right then. But God bless her, she jumped out to help me. As my vision darkened I saw two others grab her and force her into the back seat of the rental. I heard her screaming and she landed a few good kicks but then I was out.
When I eventually woke up, a wall of pain blocked all thought from my head. It took what seemed like hours to partially clear my vision. Through my foggy, double vision I made out that I was in some kind of basement. I thought I was seeing stars and it took time to focus. One side of the room had a pool table and a couch. A desk sat alone, closer to me. The bright stars I was seeing turned out to be several photo umbrellas setup to fill the basement with light. A video camera sat unattended on a tripod between the umbrellas. I wiped my eyes to help clear my vision and my hands came back bloody. I tried to sit up but had no strength. I fell back to the floor, managing to get an arm under my head as a pillow. I heard voices.
Following the voices, I saw three black guys standing opposite the pool table. I thought I was seeing things. In the middle of the 3 men was Michele. Her hair was pulled out of her ponytail and her collar was open. She was on her knees with one guy holding her arms behind her back. She was fully dressed but through my dazed vision I could see one large black cock, at least 10" long pushing in and out of her mouth. Her eyes showed fear but she didn't seem to be struggling. One large hand rested behind her head, guiding her forward and back on the man's tool. Through the rest of the evening I continued to black out and wake up. Michele told me the rest of the story afterward and made me to promise I'd never tell a soul. The sight of her taking that black rod almost willingly was shocking. I knew they were forcing her to do this. The man holding her hands was groping her ass and then her tits through her clothing. I saw all 10" disappear between Michele's ruby lips. When he held her there and unloaded down her throat, she took it all without flinching then expertly cleaned him up. And then I blacked out.
Later I awoke again and the scene had changed. Michele was now completely naked and bent over the edge of the pool table. Her toes could barely touch the ground and her long legs were spread out wide. I had never seen more than an ankle of Michele's and now here was her naked ass up in the air. Her body was better than I had ever imagined. The lean muscles in her thighs were clearly defined and stretched out to their limit. Her calves rippled in their reach for solid ground. Michele was face down on the felt. Her tits pushed out at her sides and her arms were pulled out and held down by one of the men. Tears ran down her face now. Michele was crying. Two large black hands gripped her hips and one large black cock fucked her pussy from behind. Each thrust drove her hard into the table. The third man circled the table with the video camera filming the rape. He stopped in front of her tear-streaked face and zoomed in to capture her agony. Then he panned down her body, across her stretched out back and over her shapely ass. As the attack picked up on her gorgeous body, I could her Michele's sobbing from across the room. She may have acted tough while giving the blow-job earlier, but she was not liking this. Her young, beautiful, married body was being ravished by three black bastards, in some basement a thousand miles from her home and husband. And it was all captured on video. Her sobbing got louder.
"Please" she sobbed, "please don't come inside me." Tears flowed as her body slammed into the table again and again. He started hammering into her with the rapid, final thrusts of his attack. "PLEASE! Ow! Oh fuck." She grunted. "Get off me you asshole!"
"No way Baby," His pounding shook the whole table and Michele's body was shaking so fast it vibrated. "If we're gonna fuck, we're gonna fuck." He slowed, pulling nearly all the way out; then with all he had left he fired his black wad deep into her sweet white cunt. Michele was quietly sobbing as he held her in place. With several long slow strokes, he milked the last of his come. "This is one hot, white slut boys!"
I had unconsciously lifted my head to watch and now the pain again seared through my brain and my eyes closed. It was terrible what they were doing to my friend Michele. She was a bright spot in any day for me and I now realized why. I was actually jealous of these animals. I saw her everyday, but I never even caught a glimpse of her delicious body. These bastards just took her, ripped off her clothes and fucked her. And they had it all on video. I had to get that tape. This dream drifted into my bruised mind: I was fucking sweet little Michele across my desk. When I next woke up it was not my dream coming true.
