A VISIT TO NEW YORK

Jenny stirred as the captain announced the impending 
descent into JFK. Jenny had slept the entire seven and 
a half hours from Heathrow, the Nitrazepam tablets the 
Doctor had given her had worked a treat.

They were on their way to New York as Mark had got 
himself a job lined up and had been invited to an 
interview. Jenny was not usually a bad traveller but 
the excitement of possibly relocating to another part 
of the world had suddenly got on top of her.

The remainder of the journey to the hotel was fairly 
uneventful, Jenny regaining her consciousness and 
enjoying the new experience.

They'd arranged a couple of extra days in the city so 
they could enjoy some of the atmosphere and part of the 
package was a night in a club. Jenny was up for it, she 
loved dancing and loved looking her best. Tonight was 
no exception and she was dressed to thrill. Her short 
white skirt and flimsy top clung to her curvaceous 
body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her sexy 
boots added to her sexuality and, add to that her hair 
being perfect and her make up immaculate, she was ready 
to hit the town. Mark could hardly contain himself, his 
erection as obvious as the Statue of Liberty! Jenny 
noticed his predicament and smiled.

"Save it for later," she smirked. "Let's go dancing 
first." Mark was disappointed but he knew she would 
give him a good time later when they got back to the 
hotel.

"Oh, Mark?" she called. "Be a love and get my 
contraceptive pill for me, will you?" Marked delved 
into her bag and popped a pill from the bubble pack for 
her. Ready for action, they went in search of a cab. 
The concierge had told them to tip the bouncers on the 
way in, that way if there was any trouble, they'd be 
looked after. 

Ten minutes later, they were in downtown New York at a 
basement club that came highly recommended. Jenny was 
looking stunning, a "Ten" in anyone's book and she was 
a turner. Everyone's head turned as she passed by, Mark 
feeling elated as they all glared at him in envy. She 
was his and his alone.

The club was in full swing and they hit the dance floor 
immediately. Jenny was a raver and could dance until 
everyone else dropped. Maybe it was the jet lag but she 
tired after about fifteen minutes.

"Be a dear and get me a drink will you?" she implored. 
Mark sat her down and went off in search of the bar. As 
with British bars, they Yankee ones were no different 
and had 2 people serving and a queue six deep. It took 
mark an eternity to get served and by the time he got 
back, she'd gone. Thinking she'd gone for another 
dance, he didn't panic but as he scanned the dance 
floor, he saw her with her arms around two guys heading 
for the exit. He dropped the drinks and raced after 
them, having to fight his way through the revellers 
dancing, nearly getting into a fight a couple of times 
in his eagerness.

He ran up the stairs onto the sidewalk and bumped into 
one of the bouncers, a big black guy who gave Mark a 
mouthful of abuse.

"Have you seen my girlfriend?" he asked, breathlessly. 
The bouncers smiled at each other.

"I wouldn't worry about her, man," they bouncer 
responded. "She's plenty happy with what she's got for 
tonight. Why don't you get your butt back inside and 
find yourself another piece of poon-tang for yourself?" 
Mark didn't like his attitude but as the bouncer was 
twice his size, he decided not to get into 
confrontation but to go in search of his woman. He ran 
down the road for a couple of blocks, panic beginning 
to take a greater hold on his emotions.

He stopped to get his breath back by an alley. He 
looked all around. No sign of her. Suddenly, behind him 
he heard a noise. Mark peered into the dark alley and 
heard rustling noises and voices. He crept into the 
alley, lurking in the shadows curious as to the origin 
of the sounds. Could he hear Jenny's voice?

He hid behind a pile of boxes and peered around. He saw 
the two guys from the club, a tall black guy with 
dreadlocks, a second shorter guy of Hispanic origin. 
Then he caught a glimpse of white skirt with a black 
hand covering her bum. Mark's pulse raced, his thoughts 
were to go in and kick forty shades of s**t out of 
them. He could handle himself and, running entirely on 
adrenalin, he felt he could easily take them. Why, 
then, was he rooted to the spot? It wasn't fear. The 
incredible bulge in his jeans gave the game away. Mark 
was aroused by the spectacle unravelling before his 
very eyes.

He inched closed in the shadows, listening. The black 
guy was holding Jenny up against him by clutching her 
arse cheeks tightly, the Hispanic guy was flattening 
some cardboard boxes so they could lay her on them.

"Hey man, lay her down here," the shorter guy 
commanded.

"Give us a hand, Rico," the black guy said. Between 
them, they laid Jenny slowly down to the ground, her 
breathing shallow like she was comatose. The bastards 
have drugged her, Mark thought. Again, his emotions 
were split and he stood, mesmerised at the scene before 
him. Jenny was stirring slightly.

"Is that you Mark?" she asked. 

"Yeah Jenny, it's me. Mark," Rico responded, his accent 
obviously different from her own boyfriend's. Jenny was 
so out of it, she didn't realise it was not Mark, nor 
that there were 2 guys pawing at her luscious body. 
Mark wondered if she had introduced herself as they 
knew her name. 

"I know what you want," she giggled in her dozed state 
of mind, her hand reaching up to Rico's groin and 
removing his cock from his zip fly. He moved around so 
she could take his cock and she accommodated him 
comfortably in her mouth, her tongue licking the tip of 
the cock before she buried it deep into her mouth, her 
sucking noises audible throughout the entire alleyway. 

"Oh yeah, baby. Mark loves this," Rico said, reaching 
across and grabbing a handful of tit. The black guy had 
been stroking her long delightful legs up to her crotch 
and he'd found her panties to be dampening.

"Hey, Rico?" he whispered loudly, "Her cunt is dripping 
man. I think she wants some black meat!" he smiled. 
Mark watched as the black buy unzipped her skirt and 
pulled it down over her hips, stopping briefly to pull 
on the elastic waist band of her panties. Seconds 
later, the lower half of Jenny was naked and her pussy 
was covered in a pair of black hands.

"Finger me deeper, Mark," Jenny murmured with Rico's 
cock still in her mouth. 

"She wants it deeper, Leroy," Rico said, grinning. Mark 
noticed that he was really enjoying the show, his own 
girlfriend the porno entertainment. He unzipped himself 
and exposed his own erection to the cool New York air. 
He wasn't the only one. Leroy had also unzipped himself 
and even in the poor light of the alleyway, it was 
evident that this black guy had a monster of a cock.

"You think she's clean?" Leroy asked. Rico pulled a 
foil packet from his pocket.

"You want one of these in case?" he said.

"Nah. I'll take a chance," he laughed. "I'll bet a hot 
chic like this gets fucked all the time but she's a 
classy chic. She won't take chances……..until now!" his 
laughter was almost maniacal. 

Without another word, Leroy plunged himself deep into 
Jenny's soaking wet pussy with a force that might have 
given her concussion. Jenny's body was so relaxed, she 
barely squeaked, taking Leroy's monster dick with ease.

"Fuck, she's hot man," the black guy said. "Get them 
fucking jugs out." Rico pulled at her top and, finding 
some resistance, reached for his switchblade in his 
back pocket, cutting the material to shreds leaving her 
ample, bra covered bosom exposed. He slit through her 
under-wired up-lifting bra, exposing her ample breasts 
to the two guys who were violating her most private 
spaces.

"Fuck me Mark!" Jenny uttered through her intermittent 
sucking and Leroy pounded her pussy with continued 
vigour. 

"You like this baby?" Leroy uttered. Jenny muttered an 
incomprehensible sound that sounded like she was.

"You want my black seed in your cunt?" he whispered. 
"I'm gonna leave you my black fucking seed, you bitch" 
he said, reaching up and pinching her nipples. At this, 
she screeched a bit but little noise came out with 8 
inches of Hispanic dick in her mouth.

"Suck me dry, slut" Rico spat, his attitude turning 
nasty. They began fucking Jenny's holes with greater 
force and she squirmed in what seemed like repulsion. A 
police car went screaming along the main road drowning 
out the sound temporarily, the red flashing strobes 
lighting up the alley for a brief moment and all was 
clear, like you might find when lightning flashes. Only 
this time, it was eerie, the red light adding to the 
scene like some cheap low budget porno flick. 

Only once the police car had passed was the sound in 
the alley audible again and it wasn't what Mark 
expected.

"Fuck me deeper!" Jenny wailed. "Deeper. Fuck me. 
Please, fuck me!" she yelled.

"Slut white bitch!" Leroy said. "I'm cumming in your 
slut white cunt!" With that, he pulled a face like he 
was in pain and you could almost hear the millions of 
sperm being pumped in to Mark's girlfriend, into her 
dark moist pussy. 

"Hold tight, Jenny, here I come," Rico said as he 
reached his crescendo, and spurted his load deep into 
her throat. Jenny lapped at the white sticky fluid as 
it passed her tonsils, swallowing every last drop like 
a baby sucks a bottle. 

"Horny bitch," Rico said, pulling his dick from her 
jaws. Leroy was doing up his jeans by now.

"I've emptied her purse," Leroy said, waving her 
plastic cards about. So that's how they knew her name.

"Let's split," Rico said and they virtually ran down 
the alley past the boxes where Mark was hiding. Just 
then, the alleyway was in virtual daylight as the 
police car came hurtling down the alley, it's 
headlights on full beam and strip lights flashing. The 
sudden activity made Mark overbalance and bump his head 
on the wall. He was dazed but not KO'd. Then he looked 
up and saw a revolver pointing at his head.

"You're under arrest, buddy," the voice said. It was 
then that Mark passed out.

Mark regained consciousness in a police cell. Thoughts 
flooded back into his mind. The NYPD were trying to do 
Mark for rape and held him until the forensics came 
back. The evidence supported Mark's story of what had 
happened. Jenny had been a willing partner to the 
alleged rape, she'd asked to be fucked, begged to be 
fucked. And no, they hadn't drugged her. But someone 
had.

"So can you tell me how a sleeping pill came to be in 
her blood stream?" the detective asked. Mark shook his 
head. She'd had one at Heathrow but none since. They 
went to the hotel room and, in their search they found 
that two sleeping pills had been taken. Mark denied 
this. How could it be? She'd only had one at the 
airport in London.

"Are you planning a family?" the detective asked Mark. 
He shook his head.

"No. Why?"

"We know that Jenny finished her period a week ago and 
we found a pack of contraceptive pills untouched in her 
baggage"

Oh s**t, Mark thought. He'd given her the wrong tablet 
in the hotel. It was his fault she was drowsy, he'd 
given her the Nitrazepam instead of the microgynon. Not 
only had she been fucked by strangers, but they'd had 
unprotected sex with her and could potentially have 
impregnated her.

But during all this, Jenny had genuinely thought she 
was having sex with Mark.

And Mark had enjoyed her having sex with someone other 
than him. His evil mind began to wonder if he could 
engineer this event again. There'd be plenty of time on 
the return flight to formulate a plan.