A rainbow exploded behind my eyes and I filled up liquid fire, as my juices flowed heavy and hot trying to put the flames out, even as my womb accepted them. I tried to move but I found myself unable to. My heart pounded in my chest and my thighs burned from the exertion as I came back to Earth.
I got up off of Brandon’s still-hard cock. I could still feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him, though, and the cum was hot as it seeped out of my raw pussy. I laid back and felt a bead of sweat fall from my forehead. Andy laid beside me and put a hand on my breast, pinching my nipple. It hardened again automatically and I almost worried for a second that he wanted a second round, but he just looked at me. I let myself relax, my eyes drifting shut. They opened to a blank ceiling
I tried to get my breath, and I tried to wipe my forehead with my arm but it was just as slick with sweat. I made a mental note to swing by the pharmacist and pick up some Plan B on the way home--I’d been lax about taking my birth control every day with no men in my life, and I wasn’t ready for pregnancy, not so soon before I started college. And then it hit me again:
“Guys?” I said, softly, “It’s not that I mind--believe me, I don’t. You kinda blew my mind with that whole thing. But when am I going to meet your daughter?”
Brandon started to laugh. I began to think I knew what was going on, but Brandon kept on laughing. He clutched his stomach and started to wheeze. It took him almost a full minute to regain his composure, and when he did he wiped a tear from his eye.
“I’m sorry, Tanya,” he breathed in between chuckles, “we didn’t mean to cause any trouble. We don’t have a daughter. Andy’s just a friend of mine from college and we wanted to have a good weekend. We’re not gay. Not married. Certainly not to each other.”
I picked up a pillow and hit him with it. He laughed more, and Andy drew me into a playful hug, pinning my arms down. He nuzzled his nose against my ear.
“Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive us, hon?” Andy said it with his already deep voice low, and I could feel my pussy twitching again. “I swear, we were gonna tell you. It just didn’t seem like a good time, you know?”
I flipped my hand and the pillow jumped up and bopped Andy square in the face before bouncing back to the bed. He was stunned for a second, and I took that opportunity to push him back down onto his back and sit on his chest. He looked up at me with a curious swagger so I tweaked his nose playfully.
“I guess I might be able to forgive you two,” I said. I gave Brandon a pointed glance over my shoulder as I paused for effect. “If this were to become a regular thing.”
Brandon reached around me and pinched my nipple hard. I groaned in intermingling pain and pleasure. His lips found my neck and then Andy rolled me over and was tickling my sides. I shrieked with laughter, and then a pair of lips found my breast and we were at it again.
The Victim
Interracial Urban Erotica
Asia Marquis
A quick, loud click jars me out of my slumber, a sharp stab of sound in the dead silence of the night. For a few moments, the fog of my tiredness causes me to wonder if it's my husband. No, it can't be. He's away on a business trip, a few states away and I know he can't come back early. He shouldn't be back for a week, so it couldn't possibly be him.
For a split second, I try to find any rational explanations, even though I can't really think of any. There's no reason for anyone to be coming into my house so late at night. When I hear the sound of the front door opening, I know exactly what's happening. My house has just been broken into, and I have no one here to protect me.
I stay still against my bed, listening, horrified and cowering in fear as the intruder's feet shuffle against my living room floor downstairs. He sounds heavy, or like he's wearing heavy boots. The pounding of his feet against the floor is barely louder than the beating of my heart. I want to get up and hide, but I feel like I can't. Aside from the sound of the intruder's feet, everything is silent.
CRASH!
The loud sound of one of my vases falling is what I needed to propel my body forward, to my closet. I pushing myself up off my bed and, as quietly as I can, run to my closet. I sit below my dresses and winter jackets, watching my room through the diagonal slits through the door. After the ringing of the crash fades away, the house is quiet again. I can hear the chirp of a cricket outside.
My wooden stairs creak as the man's feet step onto the first step. Quietly, the man comes up the stairs, his shoes only barely thumping against the wood. I try to keep my breathing quiet, though I'm nearly hyperventilating. The closet is too warm, and that coupled with my fear is beginning to make me feel light headed.
Through fluttering, heavy eyelids, I watch as the man finally steps into my bedroom. Dressed all in black, he pulls back my blanket and touches the bed for a moment. I pray that it's not still warm. I hear his steady breathing as he stands there for a moment.
He looks to the closet, and then to the window. I left it open to bring in the cool night air. Maybe he thinks I escaped through there. I watch him, silently as I can, my heart thumping in my chest. The intruder looks around the room one last time before exiting.
I feel my shoulders slump as he opens the door to my office. I sit for a few moments, listening to him shuffle in that room. He rifles through my papers, and I hear him click my mouse to turn on my computer. Another crash tells me that he knocked over one of my table lamps, but it doesn't sound broken. I reach my arm up toward the gap between where the two folding doors for my closet meets.
As I'm about to open it and run toward my open window, the man steps back into the room. He opens my top drawer, where I keep my underwear. I watch as he pulls my pink, silky underwear towards his face and takes a deep breath, breathing in my scent. Rummaging through my undergarments, he finally gets deep enough that he finds my vibrator.
I hear him chuckle and set it back into my dresser, pressing my panties back over it. A shiver courses through my body, making my teeth chatter. I slap my hand to my mouth, hoping to cover the sound.
The shadowy man turns toward my closet, and though his eyes are dark I can see he's curious. “Hmm,” he says, taking a step toward me. I shut my eyes tight, so that I can only hear him as he moves closer. The hand around my mouth is shaking. Tears are coursing down my face.
The door explodes open, and cold hands grab my upper arm, pulling me up. I'm thrown onto my bed, my head hitting the wooden headboard and sending a shock of pain through me. I screech in pain and fear, trying to scramble off the bed and get away from my assailant.
He straddles me, grabbing my arms and forcing them over my head. He lets go of one, knowing that he can hold me down without it, as he reaches into his back pocket. It's deep, and I watch with fear in my eyes as he pulls out long, thin rope.
My arm slashes above me in an attempt to slap him, but I don't even come close. The man drops the rope on my bed and slaps my face in response. “Don't try to hurt me, bitch.” His voice is deep, rough. I gulp down some saliva and choke out a sob as my cheek throbs with pain.
Holding me down with his body, he uses the rope to bind my hands. He ties it tight, with a strange kind of knot that I can't pull loose from. The binds don't hurt, but they are tight. Pulling the rope above me, he ties it to the corner of my headboard.
Now that I'm bound, he relieves some of the pressure of his body on mine. As he sits up, I can feel his manhood bulging from his loose black pants. “No, please...” I cry. “Please don't do this.”
Another swift slap comes down on my face, and I squeal in pain. “I'll do what I fuckin' want, bitch,” the man says. His hand slips into his back pocket again, and pulls out some kind of object. Through my tearful eyes, it's blurry, so I can't tell what it is until he presses a button on the side and a blade pops up from the handle. “God, no!” I scream, kicking my legs from beneath him. It's no use, he's too heavy.
He brings the blade down to my neck, lightly tracing my black skin. “Don't you make any sudden movements,” he says, almost with cruel laughter in his voice. I shiver beneath him as the knife traces down from my neck, to my collar bone, to my chest. Grabbing the sheer fabric of my nightgown, the man takes the blade and cuts a deep gash in it.
The fabric lays open, revealing my breasts to the intruder. I struggle again to get free, pulling against the rope and shaking my head. The blade dances around my right breast, moving in a spiral closer and closer to my nipple. It scrapes lightly on my areola, sending pain through my body. As the tip of the blade hits my nipple, though, my body betrays me. It feels good.
Shame twists at my stomach and forces more tears to stream down the sides of my face. The man does the same thing, teasing my breast with his knife, to the other breast before lifting himself off of me. He kneels next to me on the bed, grabs the rest of the fabric and slices it clean through. Now the only thing covering me is my panties.
His knife moves down my stomach now, passing next to my navel and to my panties. It traces down my pelvis and stops just above my slit. He grabs my panties and cuts one leg off my panties, and does the same to the other side before pulling the fabric out from under me and throwing it to the floor.
He sets the knife down on my bedside table now, but stays next to me. His hands are covered with leather gloves, which is why they were so cold when he grabbed me. The fabric feels good against my dark skin as his fingers lightly tickle my hip bone, slowly moving down. He pulls my legs apart before firmly rubbing the palm of his hand on my cunt, only on the outside. The man presses his hand against me, just using barely enough pressure for me to feel it in my clit. I shudder.