"Wait! Don't leave! We have a safe with four thousand dollars in it. It's in the bedroom. I'll give you the combination but you have to fuck me in front of my husband." Synthia yelled at the two black men with masks over their faces.
“Shut up, Synth. Shut the fuck up. Let these guys go.” Carl looked worried and shot Synthia a fierce look.
“You shut up, Carl. This is the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.”
Synthia turned to the masked men. “I’m serious. Fuck me in front of my husband and you can have the cash in the safe.”
“Shut the fuck up, Syn!” Carl screamed.
The taller masked man slapped Carl across the face and pointed the Saturday night special at Carl’s groin.
“Shut the fuck up, motherfucker. If you say another word I’ll shoot your dick.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, bitch?”
“You’ve taken my jewelry, our credit cards, his Rolex, and you have the keys to his Porsche. We never thought it would happen but it is. It’s a home invasion fantasy of ours coming true. The money was to pay for two black actors. You’re already here. I choose you guys. Do you both have big cocks?
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Carl was tied naked to the bedroom chair and a four-inch plastic penis was duct-taped into his mouth. He wouldn’t stop screaming or shouting so Synthia insisted on the penis and the duct tape. She said she didn’t want him hurt. They agreed.
Synthia explained the fantasy to the home invaders and showed them the four typewritten pages of dialogue she and Carl used in their fantasy. She showed them the huge black dildo and how they fitted it into the center of the headboard so she could fuck it and suck Carl at the same time. She explained how Carl really wanted to practice bending her over and bracing her on the ottoman while the fantasy black invaders fucked her cunt from behind and taunted him. But the dildo was too difficult to manipulate unless Carl used his hands. It wasn’t the same as him being tied up.
“Where’s the fuckin’ safe?” The shorter man said little but he always said it straight.
Synthia opened the closet door and pointed to the panel on the far left.
”Here. It comes off like this.” She pulled the panel and exposed the gray metal safe door with a combination lock.
“We can just take the fuckin’ money and go, bitch.”
“Yes you can, but then you don’t get to fuck white married pussy. You can have the money and my married pussy if you hang out for a little while. Can I get you a beer?”
Carl was apoplectic. His eyes bulged out of his head; his neck muscles strained as he tried to shout through the plastic dick. The duct tape on his ankles, arms, and around his chest held him securely. Synthia had shown the men how to tape his legs up so his feet couldn't touch the floor. She said he couldn't tip the chair in this position. She was right.