The Neighbor- Ch. 8
I awoke with my face on the sand and feeling the tug of my satin cape on my neck as it was being pulled by the stiffening on-shore breeze. Other than the wind and the waves crashing on the shore, there were no other sounds, except maybe for my flapping cape. My butt was sore, and I was growing chilled. It took me a moment to get oriented, and that further startled me awake. I rose to my hands and knees, the sand rough on my skin, though my fingers couldn’t feel it, due to the opera-length black satin gloves I was wearing. My toes did, however, thanks to the open-toed four-inch strappy stilettos I was also wearing. My cape continued to tug at my neck in the wind, trying to pull me forward as the cape blew over my head now. Blinded, I was otherwise nude and completely vulnerable to any man who came by with a desire to fuck me. I was a bit confused for a moment and tried to gather my thoughts. Just what the Hell had happened?
Blinking, it then dawned on me as my memory returned. Mr. Chukwu, the creepy black guy. Long, thin dick. He had been dogging me all during and after dinner, and then dragged me out here. Yeah, that was why my ass hurt, he had ***** my butt. He had violated me in a way only my husband had, had taken obvious delight in it. So much so that he had passed out and flattened me, using me as a damn pillow. Yeah, okay. But where was he, now? For that matter, how long had I been out of it? Rising to my knees, I had to flail my arms about to get that short circle of the satin back behind me, until I could see, and it was a great relief that I realized it had only been perhaps twenty minutes. It was still a dark-ass night, and as I looked around, I saw no one. I seethed. That ass-wipe had left me alone after he came around and ditched me, leaving me to the wolves. Juwon would hear about that one, that was for sure. I started to brush the sand from my body, my boobs, and on down, and then rose, finishing the job as I tapped the toes of my heels to clear the last of the sand. I had to get back, I realized. My location was lonely but dangerous. I could be *****, being pretty much dressed as fuck-bait, and it made me helpless to prevent anyone who was serious about having me. So, I started back.
I was beginning to curse this cape covering me. At first, I loved it. The silky sheen and sexy feel of the satin as it caressed my pale skin, how alluring it made my dress look, and how very sexy I felt I was overall in it. It was a fetish magazine-shoot-worthy look. But now? In the heavy breeze, I couldn’t control that thing no matter how hard I tried. Sure, part of it was my satin gloves. Holding silky satin with more silky satin was just an exercise in futility. Add the wind to it, and I finally just gave up and let it blow whichever way the wind wanted it to. The flapping it made did make hearing difficult, and the wind-driven tug on my neck sometimes did threaten to pull me backward, or even knock me over, but I managed. Right up to the tunnel under the roadway between the resort and the beach. For some reason, it was even darker than before. Scary and foreboding, even. Who knew who could be lurking in there? Some drunken party-goer? Some local surf fanatic? Or worse, some homeless drunkard. Vile, filthy, and probably always looking for his next drink, and a woman to fuck. I could imagine a man like that didn’t get laid very often. On top of that, I couldn’t hear, and the wind, if anything, accelerated.
Looking both ways, I could see no other way around. No paths, no steps, no anything. Just sand, some weeds, and the water. It was just mostly naked me, the tunnel, and on the other side, safety. The resort golf course. After that, the resort itself. I mean, how hard could it be? Without any options, I steeled myself and took that first step. Then another, and another. Soon I was walking, and I stood upright and proud. For some reason, I found the sensations and situation also making my vagina moist. The cool air perhaps dried my leakage, but there was no mistaking my scent. A cock would have little difficulty in plunging deep into me. I still had to battle my cape, as it more than once blew up over my head and then over my face, blinding me, and I had to stop. During one of those times, I thought I heard the sound of pebbles being kicked from the steps of a shoe or boot. For some reason, I froze, as if it would protect me. Then after long seconds, I started again, untouched. It took me maybe two minutes for what would normally be a 30-second walk because I was scared, I was blinded, it was dark, and my mind was playing tricks on me. I was becoming my own worst enemy!
Emerging from the tunnel, I was back on more-safe ground, hooray! Then I made my way as fast as my sore feet could take me, around the tees and greens of the golf course, until I made my way onto the resort proper. It was here I took a moment to collect myself more properly and check my situation and surroundings. It was something my husband had taught me to do when out of sorts. I was a white wife, in a resort filled with black guests, dressed to fuck, yet I still had to present myself as I was set up to be. The young date of a handsome and upcoming young black man. A young man I had not seen for hours, actually. I had become so preoccupied with my own events that I had forgotten about Juwon. What was he up to? How do I get in touch with him? How upset will he be with me? How would I make it up to him? Well, that one I knew. I’d fuck him unconscious. Even if it did mean getting pregnant by him. I had to snort at that. Any man who spilled his seed on me would make me risk his child. My protection at home, thanks to Juwon’s oversight, was also wildly fertile and ripe. I suppose a very virile man could just look at me and make me pregnant by him. It also explained the coolness between my thighs. I was wet because biologically, my body was wanting to mate. I must have ovulated last night since my body was screaming that it was time to make a baby! The only problem was if it happened here, it wouldn’t be my husband’s.
Then I saw Shangri-la! Hallelujah and thank the heavens! A jacuzzi area! Even better, it was empty! I made a bee-line for it and once inside, I saw the amenities. Lounges, chairs, towels, a phone, and yes, even mirrors. The jets were still swirling, and there were drying marks on the pavement, indicating someone had recently left, so I took advantage. Besides, my feet needed a break. I removed my gloves, unfastened my cape, and then unbuckled my heels, leaving everything neatly arranged. Now naked, except for the wide faux-diamond choker about my neck, gently entered and let the hot water soak my skin, my tired muscles luxuriating in the heat as two jets pounded the bottoms of my feet. For 15 minutes, I stayed this way. Alone in my little oasis, quiet and for the first time in hours, I felt safe. Then I heard voices. A lot of them, followed by more footsteps. The slapping of sandals and accompanying tittering of women meant my relaxation and recovery time was over. I didn’t want to get caught up in a bunch of hens clucking about. Rising, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it about me, tucking it closed under my armpits as I drip-dried, my perfectly manicured nails reaching for the phone as they arrived. I quickly dialed my room, hoping Juwon was there, and I let it ring as the gaggle entered and made themselves at home.
They were all black, which I expected, and speaking a variety of languages, from English to some weird variant of it, to some French and a few others I didn’t know. I simply stood aside and smiled as I waited for the phone to be answered. While waiting, I also checked my hair in the mirror. Astonishingly, my hair still looked good. A few stray hairs and the like, but overall, very presentable. That shellac I had on my hair was worth every penny I paid for it, though when it came time to get it out? I doubted I would enjoy it. I looked back and the place was full now, so I decided to make my way out. I went to my chair, collected my attire, and then hid in a shadow to dress. Heels, cape, gloves. It goes quickly when there is so little. So with the gate softly closing behind me, I made my way out. I knew my next destination, easily enough. My room. Despite my hopes of more time with Juwon, I was ready for tonight to end. I had lived up to my part in this little charade.
I now was way more careful to collect my cape about me, as the wind was now much more obstructed, and I could not only see more easily but also be seen. There was a definitely lightness in my step, though, as my feet felt immeasurably better, and I had the ability to see my surroundings. Nearly naked, I still felt safe. So much so that I went back to the spot where I last had my dress, when Mr. Chukwu so kindly removed it from me. To my great consternation, it was gone! The only dress I had here was now history, and I had no sense of real modesty remaining. It was my cape covering me or nothing. I stood there, for a long few seconds, fuming, before I turned to go around the outside of the building and use an exterior entrance. I didn’t want to use the regular entry just yet. Too bright, too early, and far too many people still meandering about. I did get a glance at the time, though. Shockingly, as exhausted as I felt, it was just now 11:00 PM. The way I felt, it was maybe two in the morning.
“Ah, there she is! My lovely date for the rest of the evening! I was afraid poor Mr. Chukwu had let me down!”
I had almost shit myself. It was the General. I was standing there, sort of hiding in the shadows of a pathway that he was coming down himself. He was wearing what looked like some sort of loose African-print robe, and slippers. I groaned softly under my breath, and then plastered on a smile. A polite, very fake smile.
“Well, General, I suppose you would be the last man I expected to see this evening.” That was certainly the truth. “Surely a man of your importance must need plenty of rest for his many responsibilities?”
“Oh, nonsense, young lady. In fact, I have been waiting for you, myself. I had spoken with Mr. Chukwu not an hour ago, and he told me of a delightful time the two of you had as he showed you the beach.”
Okay, that wasn’t a look on my face I could hide, and it showed. Astonishment read plainly, even in the darkness. My jaw flapped, and it made him laugh.
“Oh, come now, dear girl. Do not think that a delectable morsel such as yourself has been unnoticed during your visit? Practically every man has been salivating for you, and it is my good luck to get to enjoy your... company… some more.”
He then stood closer to me and leaned down to speak more quietly. It was only then I became much more aware of the great size difference between us. I was pushing five-foot-eight, with my heels and weighing in at 128 pounds. I weighed myself before we left, disappointed that I had somehow gained a few pounds. But my nose was at his neck. His belly, however, was also far larger than mine. Even if I was nine months pregnant with triplets, I would not have been as hefty as he. Well, facts are facts. He wasn’t hefty. He was plain ol’ fat! My guess was he was well North of 300 pounds.
“Girl, I enjoyed feeling you at dinner, and now plan to finish what we started.” His dark voice menaced into my ear.
I looked up at him. “But General, what about my date? Juwon must be expecting me by now?”
He merely smiled, stood, and then broke into some chuckling, his large rolls of flab jostling. Shaking his head, he filled me in.
“Oh, young Suzi, you truly are innocent. Your young man has been taken care of. His parents are, right now, enjoying a party, celebrating your young Juwon’s great successes this evening. Between his own dealings, his parent's political maneuvering, and presenting you here, Juwon’s future is so incredibly bright. In fact, he is right now with several important political and career advisors. Which leaves it as my duty to look after you this evening, you sexy redhead. You and I are going to get to know each other very well for the next couple of hours. Very well, indeed!”
I started to protest, as he grabbed my upper arm, forcing my fingers to lose grip of my cape again. I used my other arm to at least cover my front as he was darn-near dragging me away, my heels having to double-time to keep up. For a big man, he did move quickly.
“Look, General. I’m sorry, but I simply can’t. It is not right for me to be with you, and certainly not like this. I mean, what will people say?” Then it hit me, and I had to ask another question.
“Wait... Just what did Mr. Chukwu say to you?”
He just looked down at me with a sort of sneer.
“Oh, he gave you great compliments, dear girl. How young you are, and full-spirited. Even how wet you get when you have a man’s cock in you. As I will soon find out.”
A thought hit my head as he spoke of that. It would be true. I was nearly dripping. I could not hide that.
“In fact, he did give me the advice to not try and enjoy your ass, though. You are obviously inexperienced there, and he told me I would likely injure you.”
We were silent as he took me in through the next doorway and to the closest elevator. A few people saw us, but not close by, and they were more interested in their own affairs. Certainly, not those of a big, important man and some ditzy reportedly 18-year-old white girl in his clutches. As the elevator closed, he released me and corned me in the back of the elevator car.
“Young girl…” he began “you will remember this night for the rest of your life. I’ll be the biggest man you ever have!”
With that, he ushered my hand to his crotch, and below the rolls of fat, I could feel part of his cock. Instinctively my fingers closed about it, and my nails didn’t even come close to meeting. I looked up, swallowing nervously.
“Please, General, don’t do this to me. You know I am young, and not as experienced as most women are. I’m afraid of your cock. It’ll hurt me.”
He smiled, perhaps evilly as he stared into my eyes.
“Girl, you will take every inch of me by night’s end. When you return to your Juwon, you will be much more worthy of him.”
In the back of my mind, I could not help but think of my husband, who knew nothing of my troubles. The elevator door opened, and he merely grabbed my wrist and pulled me out. My free hand flailing to stay on balance as his strides were longer than mine, I had to let my cape float behind me, leaving me nude to the hallway and any onlookers. This time there were none.
Stopping in front of his room, he merely slid his key and opened it, again drawing me inside behind him, the door closing with an ominous click. He then gave me a slight push deeper into the room, as he locked the door and set the security lock. I was now trapped in there with him! Turning to me, he started to advance, and I began to back up, the prey attempting to escape from the predator, even when cornered. Looking around, I saw his room was much nicer than mine and was huge. He had the equivalent of the Presidential Suite, it seemed. His bed was enormous and had been turned down, while a bottle of Champagne sat on the ice. The TV was on, playing some soft music, and he had a settee and an actual dining table, with six chairs. True opulence, indeed!
“General, look. This is a bad idea. I mean, really. My parents... they’ll be outraged. They will be furious at me, too! They think I am just on an overnight trip with Juwon and his parents. What if I get pregnant? I’m not on birth control!”
I was throwing everything I could think of at him, to try and get him to think logically. But like most men when they had seen me, they only thought with their cocks, and something primal came over them. In my mind’s eye, I had this comical image of men stalking me like Zombies. ‘Must fuck and breed redhead!’ I would have laughed if it weren’t so serious a time. My backward steps were blind, and I kept bumping into things, so finally, I turned, to try and get some distance from the man, to try and get a piece of furniture between us. The dining table was looking like a great candidate for that. I almost made it, too.
I had taken perhaps three steps when I was suddenly jerked backward by my neck. The pull on my cape was so strong that I was falling backward, and he kept yanking me back until I was in his arms, laying backward. It would make for a steamy movie scene or a wedding kiss, but instead of a loving and caring osculation, what I got was his thick lips mashed over mine, his flabby cheeks laying over mine as his hot, sweaty skin smeared its oils over my own. His tongue started to lick at my closed lips, trying to pry them open. I could hear his breathing loudly through his nostrils as my eyes grew locked on his. The fat on his face made him almost grotesquely ugly in this way, as I was left to dangle in his arms, my own falling back down behind and below me. I couldn’t feel it, but I was sure my cape was similarly dangling from my neck, a very erotic vision of a defeated heroine in the clutches of a fat, black monster. I didn’t want to encourage him with a caress or to feel my fingers clutching at him. He would take it the wrong way; I was sure of it. But he was also smothering me, and I was growing desperate to breathe.
What changed everything was his free hand. With his greater strength, he was easily able to hold me in one arm, and his free hand simply slid down my taut, pale flesh, until his thick fingers found my vulva and he started to massage me down there. I was shocked at the feeling, the first pangs of pleasure being forced through me, and it made me gasp. That was all it took and his tongue had free reign over my lips and mouth, as his tongue started to slather over mine. I could only try and wrestle his tongue out of my mouth, trying to push his away, but I failed, and soon he was licking around and under my tongue and my gums, exploring my mouth completely. He had dominated my mouth with his tongue and son he would dominate my vulva as well. Despite his bulk, he had good skills with his fingers, and he started to slide them up and down my petals, gingerly and gently, making me feel more soft waves of pleasure wash into me. My heat already naturally aroused and dripping from ovulation, was positively coating his palm now.
He continued to kiss me, my own tongue finally submitting to his kiss and returning it, as his thick finger began to slide up and down to separate my folds, until my slickness made it easy for him. He rubbed that spare area between my pearl and the bottom of my vagina, long, slow teasing caresses of an area most men ignore, and for me tingled all the more. It was an arousal I had not previously experienced. Men should pay more attention to that, I idly thought. Using my love lubrication, he was smearing it around my petals and my vagina, even teasing my entrance. Not penetrating me but circling around it in a slow taunt. It made my voice mew repeatedly, as I was succumbing to him. Then his finger finally and utterly defeated me, and I became the conquered woman. He pressed inwards, and forced my tight and wet valley open, and his finger began to curl against my sweet spot, the most sensitive nerve endings in my body roaring to arousal, screaming at my mind and my voice moaned loudly, purring like a kitten as his finger began to play me like a fine instrument. It was over, and I could no longer resist. I went from unwilling conquest to helpless victim. It would make it easier when he ***** me.
He continued torturing me like this for another few minutes, heightening my senses. My sense of arousal, my sense of pleasure, and more importantly, my sense of need. He was making me need his cock in me. My own hand finally came to life and I reached up, and slid along his tree trunk of a thigh, feeling the flab, until I bumped into the head of his cock on my forearm. Adjusting my touch, I started to feel for his shaft, a place for me to begin to stroke him. His length was no joke, either. He wasn’t boasting. He was bigger around that Juwon, and he was feeling longer than Mr. Chukwu. Whether I wanted it or not, this black cock was about to give me the fuck of my life, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I set about laying his cock along my forearm, so I could find his testicles. They, too, were proportionate to his manhood. They felt like eggs, maybe, virile, potent, dangerous eggs. Dangerous to my fertility. It was then he hefted me back to my heels and began to usher me to the bed.
“I know you want this, girl.” He stated with self-satisfaction. I felt you feeling me. “I have broken the will of many women over the years. Women of conquered lands, defeated enemies, even the wives of political opponents. All have fallen to my cock. You shall be no different. You, too, will enjoy the thrill of your depths filled like no man ever has, or ever will. In fact, tomorrow, you will want more. To feel that fullness only I can give you.”
I belatedly realized he was placing me to his bed as he spoke, and I tried a last time. I made a break and tried to slip aside.
“No! I can’t let you!”
But he simply grabbed my trailing cape and yanked me back to him, before hefting me by the arm pits and literally tossing me on his bed. I landed with a bounce, and even as I tried to crawl away, he simply grabbed an ankle and dragged me back, my cape now overhead and even hanging down the other side of the bed. I got a look at him now, as he held onto me, using his free hand to release his robe. Switching hands, he shrugged out of it, and let it fall, then used his free hand to grab my other ankle, and pull me wider. I looked him in the eyes, and I was growing seriously afraid, now.
“Please... General. I... I am too young for this. For you to do this. I mean... I can get pregnant for reals. My parents like Juwon, and my mom and I had even talked about a wedding someday…”
I had played my last gambit. The sanctity of a new marriage. Threats of pregnancy, threats of bodily injury to me, even destroying my life meant nothing. I was just a white piece of ass, and a very hot-looking one, too. I was going to be a notch on his bed post, I was certain, and I could not stop him. My eyes looked lower, and yes, his flab remained. But he could afford to be. Even with all that extra oily black skin, his cock had maybe 10 inches out there. He was going to destroy me.
Holding my ankles wider, he looked down and my vagina, my moisture leaking even more, and he crept closer to me on the bed, until his knees were astride my hips. Flexing his cock, he let it flop on my belly, and the head came up to my ribcage. I looked up to him again, real fear in my eyes, now. He simply placed my heels on his shoulders and leaned forward, placing one hand on his tool, and the other on my abdomen. Sliding it up and down on my heat, my slickness coated the thick mushroomed head, until he was good and coated. Then he nudged it around, until he felt my entrance. Looking into my eyes, he held my gaze as he began to utterly devastate me. I felt him apply pressure, and I winced in pain as he began to hurt me. I let out a cry as he pushed further, and I started to writhe, to somehow avoid this, but in the end it must’ve helped him, began with a sudden yelp of my voice, I felt him pop inside me. He was only just inside me, and it hurt, but the hardest part was over, more or less. He had successfully violated a white wife.
He paused, and gave me time to adjust, and then pushed his hips forward, and drove another inch, perhaps into me, my face contorted in pain as I felt him invade me deeper, until he paused again. He seemed to be gauging his actions on my face, for the moment I relaxed, he thrust again, driving more of his prodigious black spear into my heart. He would repeat the cycle over and over again, until after perhaps ten or twelve thrusts, he was face to face with me, and my white valley was conquered by a black spear. It was then he began to start the cycle of mating with me, and make me feel every fraction of an inch of him. His cock slid past my cervix, and to my very depth, and I had to warn him.
“Easy, easy… that is as deep as I have.” I spoke soothingly. Anything to keep him from actually wounding me, or ripping my internal organs. But even as I spoke, the pleasure increased, as my pearl had long-escape its protective cape. His pelvis was starting to impact it.
He replied by pulling my ankles from his shoulders and then gripping my hips and pulling me up and onto his meaty thighs. Cradling my hips like this, I was now completely his captive, since my feet no longer could touch the bed. His flab was suffocating me, and I had to look up at him as he took me, his cock pistoning in long, slow thrusts. But it did not take long. The initial pain began to be replaced by something much better. Like when Juwon first put his cock in me. Juwon was bigger than my husband, and the General was bigger than Juwon. But the pleasure was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was deeper, more profound. I started moaning with long breaths to match his long thrusts. My hands lay overhead in supplication, and I went from being a white wife and lover to a black-cock slut. As surely as Juwon had claimed me, the General was right. I would never be the same.
I felt new waves of pleasure that started making me hear colors and see sounds, and my vagina was pulsing like crazy on his long, thick black baby-maker. I could feel his balls slap my butt as he thrust, the heavily laden orbs full of his virility. He had placed the bulk of his weight on his elbows as he hovered above me, thrusting into me, and reducing me more and more into what I had become. A simple white woman mating with a powerful and virile black man. I was starting to wail as he began to thrust faster, and harder, and finally, I began to beg.
“Please… General. I am begging you… Please… pull... pull out! I... I can’t… let you do this. I’m fertile!”
My words only seemed to inspire him, and his thrusts, if anything, grew more forceful and faster. Which had a devastating effect on me. The harder he thrust, the more pleasure I felt, and ultimately, I lost the ability to speak. I was feeling so much pleasure that I was almost in pain. I was writhing under him, my hips rising to meet his, making my voice chirp in joy when his pubic bone smacked my pearl.
“Oh, please! Oh, please! Oh, please!” I was begging him. For what, I no longer knew.
But it spurred him on, and his heavy thrusting grew harder and faster, sweat dripping from his face, and onto my forehead, as his sweat bathed my body, mixing with my own sheen of perspiration. Meanwhile my vagina was massaging his black warrior tightly, my body trying to coax his into flooding my fertile white valley with black seed. My body was trying to mate with the man who was ****** me, and I couldn’t help it. And in that moment, I no longer cared. The tingling and waves of pleasure I haad been forced to enjoy were growing faster and stronger, until they were colliding into each other and I started to babble incoherently, my voice growing louder 8until I started to whime. It was along breath, starting lower, and growing higher and tighter as my pussy was quivering more tightly on his black cock. I soon reached my peak, and I let out a wailing scream, my body shuddering violently under him, as his cock was frantically fucking me stooped. It was mere seconds before he, too, reached his peak and he bellowed out, slamming his cock fully into me, making me cry out in pain as the head of his cock slammed past my cervix and against the very end of my vaginal walls.
Heavy, this spurts of his black seed pumped forth, spurting from the head of his thick cock, flooding my pussy with his essence. My cervix was flexing seemingly frantically, my body eager to scoop every precious drop of his black seed to fertilize my white egg and create a new life. A black life. I looked up to him, gasping for air, as I felt his body heaving for air, his face looking down on mine. I could feel every time his cock and balls contracted, and he shot more of his heavy load into me. It took minutes, not moments, and he had so much to deliver into my waiting and wanting womb. I didn’t say anything, but my gaze was wide open to him, to grant him sight into my soul. Nothing was said, but I think we both knew. He had made me pregnant with his black child.
We stayed like that for perhaps ten minutes, before he was done, and as he hefted himself back onto his heels, towering above me, his cock, though soft, was still part-way inside me. It kept his cum plugged up from leaking. But my mind was still too buzzy, and my head swirling. He hadn’t been bragging. He had just literally given me the fuck of my life. It would be a fucking I would long for the rest of my life.
After another five or so minutes of not speaking, I had to ask to be let up. I needed to use the restroom.
“In a minute. I am still leaking into you.”
My eyes bulged some at that. Just how much cum did the guy make? Several minutes more, and I had to ask again.
“Seriously, General, if I don’t go pee, things are gonna’ get messy.”
He nodded and finally withdrew. I felt his cock slither from my loins, and it left me feeling enormously empty. I didn’t like it. I sat up to inspect the damage, and yeah, my labia were a bit stretched, and I was sore as Hell. But I didn’t experience a gush of his cum flowing from my pussy. It was a slow trickle, a trickle that smeared between my thighs as I made my way to the bathroom.
I voided and took a closer look at my body. Yeah, I had been ridden hard as they say. I was going to be sore for days. My knees were wobbly, and I felt weak. I was so exhausted. A look in the mirror as I washed my hands showed that. My eyes looked a little dazed, and my chest was still flush crimson from that cataclysmic orgasm he gave me. My makeup had taken a little damage, but was still passable. Oddly, my hair looked the same. I was beginning to worry I would have to shave my head.
Returning to the room, I saw the general standing there, nude in all his flab. He held out a glass of Champagne as he held another. Taking it from him, I returned the toast he silently gave me. I simply took a sip, and then set it down. The reasons he didn’t question, but for me it was far more serious. I wouldn’t admit it to him, but I was feeling certain that I had just been black-bred.
“Come, young Suzi. We still have more time.”
“But I have to get back to my room?” I countered; my thumb jerked over my shoulder.
“Nonsense. Your room will still be there in the morning. You will stay the night with me.”
So I did his bed. I never even got the chance to take off my heels, though I did have the presence of mind to remove my cape. That night he fucked me three more times. He would get aroused, enter me, fuck me for all I was worth, and then after he came in me, we would nap. He was on top of me twice, dominating me with his cock as I started to beg him to cum in me. To flood my womb with his dark seed, to give me his black baby. I was having more frequent and powerful orgasms, too. The last time was doggy-style, and it just destroyed me, the thick, long black cock massaging my sweet nerve endings until I was wailing in passionate release, screaming the obvious fact I was cumming. The last one making me pass out.
I awoke with a start and looked around. It was just becoming daylight outside. His thick arm was laying on my hip, and I looked down, feeling full. His cock had spent the rest of the night nestled in my vagina. Whatever cum he had spent in me that last time was being fully absorbed into my body. My uterus was probably a pool of black semen by now. I gingerly, slowly and gently managed to get loose of his arm, and then with some effort, managed to lift my leg and scoot forward, until his flaccid cock finally fell from me. Looking back at him, he was an honest 9 inches soft. Just how big had he been when erect, I wondered?
I carefully and quietly rose and winced with each step, my core muscles and Kegels sore from so intense a night of raw, hard sex. I managed to quietly grab my cape and slip out the door, closing it gently behind me. He never stirred. Sighing with relief, I had to get back to my room, before people started waking up. Donning my cape, I moved as quickly as my used-up body would permit, and I took the elevator to the correct floor. Dashing along the hallway with all haste, I threw caution to the wind as I again had to cross the ramp. I let my cape fly, which it did gently, as I preferred speed over control, but I wasn’t exposed too badly. Certainly not like the night before. However, I did manage to see a number of people up and about. From early-morning joggers to maintenance people. The resort was waking up. Dashing along the corridor, I made it to my room, and went to open it. It was then my heart sank. I had forgotten it inside when I left in a hurry to catch up with Juwon. Shit!
I had no options now, but to go to the front desk, and quickly, to get anew key before I get caught. By now, my muscles were loose and I could really hurry, though I had to wait for the elevator to come to my floor and let me in. I also had a stroke when two black guys were inside, in shorts and sneakers. They were obviously going running. Ginning at me as they let their eyes lewdly wander over my body, I made appoint to hold my cape as closed as I could and joined them.
“Good morning, Gentlemen.” I spoke softly.
“Good morning, Miss Suzi.” One of them said.
“Oh? You know who I am?” I asked, looking back.
“But of course, we took wonderful pictures together last night!” he answered with a grin.
Then I felt him reach under my cape and cup my ass before pinching it. I yelped softly as the elevator door opened, and not caring what floor I was on, I darted out. I wasn’t about to let another guy **** me. Looking about, I needn’t have worried. I was standing in the lobby, with all sorts of eyes on me, while I stood there nearly naked, save for me heels, cape and gloves. I actually had to stand in line for the front desk as there were two people ahead of me. Meanwhile, inside I was dying of embarrassment and humiliation, as passers by looked me over. It took maybe ten minutes before I could get to the counter. But by then, The Sun had risen, and the first rays of dawn were blasting through the floor to ceiling windows, bathing me in sunlight, for all to see.
“Hi, I need a room key, please? It seems mine has become lost.”
“Certainly, Miss Anders.” And the male clerk began to process a new card, looking down to ry and hide his lecherous grin. No doubt he had a boner behind the counter.
“Here you are. have a nice day!” he ended, handing the card to me. “If the card doesn’t work, just come right back and I will make you a new one.” He grinned at me.
Real fucking funny.
I took the key and was moving quickly to the elevator when a hand reached out to stop me.
“Miss Anders, a moment, please? I am Antonio, the night manager, and I have a message for you?”
I stopped in my tracks and faced the man, despite my desires to run like Hell.
“Now?”
“Yes, now.” He began. “Miss Anders, we do pride ourselves on the quality of our resort and the quality of our guests. You have made quite an impression amongst our guests and staff.”
I was literally dying inside. Here I was, inside this man’s resort, having been ***** six times by a total fo three different men, and he is lecturing me? Oh, I was getting pissed. But I couldn’t do anything about it. I had to take every word of his disciplinary speech.
“And lastly, Miss Anders, while we do pride ourselves on having a five-star resort, please know that we do not care to have the reputation of a five-star house of ill-repute. Am I making myself clear?”
I felt my cheeks flushed with several emotions, from embarrassment to frustration to anger to even murder. Still, it was better to just eat his shit than to try and defend myself.
“Yes, Antonio, I am sorry. I assure you it was not my intent.”
“Perhaps not, Miss Anders, but still the evidence is convicting.”
He then offered me a small package, wrapped in brown tissue paper. Taking it from him, I opened just the corner. I saw, and then felt black satin. Hallelujah and thank goodness! It was my dress!
“Rest assured your garment has been properly cleaned and folded for you, Miss Anders. Please do try not to lose it again?”
Mollified that I had a dress now, I nodded graciously. I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Of course, Sir. Thank you.”
I didn’t even wait for further words from him. I even skipped the elevator as it was on the top floor. I went to the stair way and started clip-stepping my heels as fast as they could move, to get my ass back to my room before the whole hotel saw me! Fortunately, there were only a few people in the corridor, and only one close enough to observe me as I released my cape to open the door. Closing it behind me, I leaned against it with a sigh. I had finally made it back to my room!
Crossing to the bed, I didn’t even bother with the flashing light on the phone. I simply fell forward and collapsed, falling instantly asleep. My cape did an excellent job of keeping me warm as I slept, until I felt a hand shaking me.
“Suzi? Suzi? C’mon, it’s time to get up!”
It took a moment for the cobwebs to clear. The voice was Juwon, and I suddenly bolted upright.
“Honey! There you are!” I looked around, and saw the Sun was high in the sky. “Wait, what time is it?”
“Just after noon. Are you okay? You sleep like this all night? What happened to you?” Juwon asked in a concerned voice.
“Honey… If you only knew…”
I awoke with my face on the sand and feeling the tug of my satin cape on my neck as it was being pulled by the stiffening on-shore breeze. Other than the wind and the waves crashing on the shore, there were no other sounds, except maybe for my flapping cape. My butt was sore, and I was growing chilled. It took me a moment to get oriented, and that further startled me awake. I rose to my hands and knees, the sand rough on my skin, though my fingers couldn’t feel it, due to the opera-length black satin gloves I was wearing. My toes did, however, thanks to the open-toed four-inch strappy stilettos I was also wearing. My cape continued to tug at my neck in the wind, trying to pull me forward as the cape blew over my head now. Blinded, I was otherwise nude and completely vulnerable to any man who came by with a desire to fuck me. I was a bit confused for a moment and tried to gather my thoughts. Just what the Hell had happened?
Blinking, it then dawned on me as my memory returned. Mr. Chukwu, the creepy black guy. Long, thin dick. He had been dogging me all during and after dinner, and then dragged me out here. Yeah, that was why my ass hurt, he had ***** my butt. He had violated me in a way only my husband had, had taken obvious delight in it. So much so that he had passed out and flattened me, using me as a damn pillow. Yeah, okay. But where was he, now? For that matter, how long had I been out of it? Rising to my knees, I had to flail my arms about to get that short circle of the satin back behind me, until I could see, and it was a great relief that I realized it had only been perhaps twenty minutes. It was still a dark-ass night, and as I looked around, I saw no one. I seethed. That ass-wipe had left me alone after he came around and ditched me, leaving me to the wolves. Juwon would hear about that one, that was for sure. I started to brush the sand from my body, my boobs, and on down, and then rose, finishing the job as I tapped the toes of my heels to clear the last of the sand. I had to get back, I realized. My location was lonely but dangerous. I could be *****, being pretty much dressed as fuck-bait, and it made me helpless to prevent anyone who was serious about having me. So, I started back.
I was beginning to curse this cape covering me. At first, I loved it. The silky sheen and sexy feel of the satin as it caressed my pale skin, how alluring it made my dress look, and how very sexy I felt I was overall in it. It was a fetish magazine-shoot-worthy look. But now? In the heavy breeze, I couldn’t control that thing no matter how hard I tried. Sure, part of it was my satin gloves. Holding silky satin with more silky satin was just an exercise in futility. Add the wind to it, and I finally just gave up and let it blow whichever way the wind wanted it to. The flapping it made did make hearing difficult, and the wind-driven tug on my neck sometimes did threaten to pull me backward, or even knock me over, but I managed. Right up to the tunnel under the roadway between the resort and the beach. For some reason, it was even darker than before. Scary and foreboding, even. Who knew who could be lurking in there? Some drunken party-goer? Some local surf fanatic? Or worse, some homeless drunkard. Vile, filthy, and probably always looking for his next drink, and a woman to fuck. I could imagine a man like that didn’t get laid very often. On top of that, I couldn’t hear, and the wind, if anything, accelerated.
Looking both ways, I could see no other way around. No paths, no steps, no anything. Just sand, some weeds, and the water. It was just mostly naked me, the tunnel, and on the other side, safety. The resort golf course. After that, the resort itself. I mean, how hard could it be? Without any options, I steeled myself and took that first step. Then another, and another. Soon I was walking, and I stood upright and proud. For some reason, I found the sensations and situation also making my vagina moist. The cool air perhaps dried my leakage, but there was no mistaking my scent. A cock would have little difficulty in plunging deep into me. I still had to battle my cape, as it more than once blew up over my head and then over my face, blinding me, and I had to stop. During one of those times, I thought I heard the sound of pebbles being kicked from the steps of a shoe or boot. For some reason, I froze, as if it would protect me. Then after long seconds, I started again, untouched. It took me maybe two minutes for what would normally be a 30-second walk because I was scared, I was blinded, it was dark, and my mind was playing tricks on me. I was becoming my own worst enemy!
Emerging from the tunnel, I was back on more-safe ground, hooray! Then I made my way as fast as my sore feet could take me, around the tees and greens of the golf course, until I made my way onto the resort proper. It was here I took a moment to collect myself more properly and check my situation and surroundings. It was something my husband had taught me to do when out of sorts. I was a white wife, in a resort filled with black guests, dressed to fuck, yet I still had to present myself as I was set up to be. The young date of a handsome and upcoming young black man. A young man I had not seen for hours, actually. I had become so preoccupied with my own events that I had forgotten about Juwon. What was he up to? How do I get in touch with him? How upset will he be with me? How would I make it up to him? Well, that one I knew. I’d fuck him unconscious. Even if it did mean getting pregnant by him. I had to snort at that. Any man who spilled his seed on me would make me risk his child. My protection at home, thanks to Juwon’s oversight, was also wildly fertile and ripe. I suppose a very virile man could just look at me and make me pregnant by him. It also explained the coolness between my thighs. I was wet because biologically, my body was wanting to mate. I must have ovulated last night since my body was screaming that it was time to make a baby! The only problem was if it happened here, it wouldn’t be my husband’s.
Then I saw Shangri-la! Hallelujah and thank the heavens! A jacuzzi area! Even better, it was empty! I made a bee-line for it and once inside, I saw the amenities. Lounges, chairs, towels, a phone, and yes, even mirrors. The jets were still swirling, and there were drying marks on the pavement, indicating someone had recently left, so I took advantage. Besides, my feet needed a break. I removed my gloves, unfastened my cape, and then unbuckled my heels, leaving everything neatly arranged. Now naked, except for the wide faux-diamond choker about my neck, gently entered and let the hot water soak my skin, my tired muscles luxuriating in the heat as two jets pounded the bottoms of my feet. For 15 minutes, I stayed this way. Alone in my little oasis, quiet and for the first time in hours, I felt safe. Then I heard voices. A lot of them, followed by more footsteps. The slapping of sandals and accompanying tittering of women meant my relaxation and recovery time was over. I didn’t want to get caught up in a bunch of hens clucking about. Rising, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it about me, tucking it closed under my armpits as I drip-dried, my perfectly manicured nails reaching for the phone as they arrived. I quickly dialed my room, hoping Juwon was there, and I let it ring as the gaggle entered and made themselves at home.
They were all black, which I expected, and speaking a variety of languages, from English to some weird variant of it, to some French and a few others I didn’t know. I simply stood aside and smiled as I waited for the phone to be answered. While waiting, I also checked my hair in the mirror. Astonishingly, my hair still looked good. A few stray hairs and the like, but overall, very presentable. That shellac I had on my hair was worth every penny I paid for it, though when it came time to get it out? I doubted I would enjoy it. I looked back and the place was full now, so I decided to make my way out. I went to my chair, collected my attire, and then hid in a shadow to dress. Heels, cape, gloves. It goes quickly when there is so little. So with the gate softly closing behind me, I made my way out. I knew my next destination, easily enough. My room. Despite my hopes of more time with Juwon, I was ready for tonight to end. I had lived up to my part in this little charade.
I now was way more careful to collect my cape about me, as the wind was now much more obstructed, and I could not only see more easily but also be seen. There was a definitely lightness in my step, though, as my feet felt immeasurably better, and I had the ability to see my surroundings. Nearly naked, I still felt safe. So much so that I went back to the spot where I last had my dress, when Mr. Chukwu so kindly removed it from me. To my great consternation, it was gone! The only dress I had here was now history, and I had no sense of real modesty remaining. It was my cape covering me or nothing. I stood there, for a long few seconds, fuming, before I turned to go around the outside of the building and use an exterior entrance. I didn’t want to use the regular entry just yet. Too bright, too early, and far too many people still meandering about. I did get a glance at the time, though. Shockingly, as exhausted as I felt, it was just now 11:00 PM. The way I felt, it was maybe two in the morning.
“Ah, there she is! My lovely date for the rest of the evening! I was afraid poor Mr. Chukwu had let me down!”
I had almost shit myself. It was the General. I was standing there, sort of hiding in the shadows of a pathway that he was coming down himself. He was wearing what looked like some sort of loose African-print robe, and slippers. I groaned softly under my breath, and then plastered on a smile. A polite, very fake smile.
“Well, General, I suppose you would be the last man I expected to see this evening.” That was certainly the truth. “Surely a man of your importance must need plenty of rest for his many responsibilities?”
“Oh, nonsense, young lady. In fact, I have been waiting for you, myself. I had spoken with Mr. Chukwu not an hour ago, and he told me of a delightful time the two of you had as he showed you the beach.”
Okay, that wasn’t a look on my face I could hide, and it showed. Astonishment read plainly, even in the darkness. My jaw flapped, and it made him laugh.
“Oh, come now, dear girl. Do not think that a delectable morsel such as yourself has been unnoticed during your visit? Practically every man has been salivating for you, and it is my good luck to get to enjoy your... company… some more.”
He then stood closer to me and leaned down to speak more quietly. It was only then I became much more aware of the great size difference between us. I was pushing five-foot-eight, with my heels and weighing in at 128 pounds. I weighed myself before we left, disappointed that I had somehow gained a few pounds. But my nose was at his neck. His belly, however, was also far larger than mine. Even if I was nine months pregnant with triplets, I would not have been as hefty as he. Well, facts are facts. He wasn’t hefty. He was plain ol’ fat! My guess was he was well North of 300 pounds.
“Girl, I enjoyed feeling you at dinner, and now plan to finish what we started.” His dark voice menaced into my ear.
I looked up at him. “But General, what about my date? Juwon must be expecting me by now?”
He merely smiled, stood, and then broke into some chuckling, his large rolls of flab jostling. Shaking his head, he filled me in.
“Oh, young Suzi, you truly are innocent. Your young man has been taken care of. His parents are, right now, enjoying a party, celebrating your young Juwon’s great successes this evening. Between his own dealings, his parent's political maneuvering, and presenting you here, Juwon’s future is so incredibly bright. In fact, he is right now with several important political and career advisors. Which leaves it as my duty to look after you this evening, you sexy redhead. You and I are going to get to know each other very well for the next couple of hours. Very well, indeed!”
I started to protest, as he grabbed my upper arm, forcing my fingers to lose grip of my cape again. I used my other arm to at least cover my front as he was darn-near dragging me away, my heels having to double-time to keep up. For a big man, he did move quickly.
“Look, General. I’m sorry, but I simply can’t. It is not right for me to be with you, and certainly not like this. I mean, what will people say?” Then it hit me, and I had to ask another question.
“Wait... Just what did Mr. Chukwu say to you?”
He just looked down at me with a sort of sneer.
“Oh, he gave you great compliments, dear girl. How young you are, and full-spirited. Even how wet you get when you have a man’s cock in you. As I will soon find out.”
A thought hit my head as he spoke of that. It would be true. I was nearly dripping. I could not hide that.
“In fact, he did give me the advice to not try and enjoy your ass, though. You are obviously inexperienced there, and he told me I would likely injure you.”
We were silent as he took me in through the next doorway and to the closest elevator. A few people saw us, but not close by, and they were more interested in their own affairs. Certainly, not those of a big, important man and some ditzy reportedly 18-year-old white girl in his clutches. As the elevator closed, he released me and corned me in the back of the elevator car.
“Young girl…” he began “you will remember this night for the rest of your life. I’ll be the biggest man you ever have!”
With that, he ushered my hand to his crotch, and below the rolls of fat, I could feel part of his cock. Instinctively my fingers closed about it, and my nails didn’t even come close to meeting. I looked up, swallowing nervously.
“Please, General, don’t do this to me. You know I am young, and not as experienced as most women are. I’m afraid of your cock. It’ll hurt me.”
He smiled, perhaps evilly as he stared into my eyes.
“Girl, you will take every inch of me by night’s end. When you return to your Juwon, you will be much more worthy of him.”
In the back of my mind, I could not help but think of my husband, who knew nothing of my troubles. The elevator door opened, and he merely grabbed my wrist and pulled me out. My free hand flailing to stay on balance as his strides were longer than mine, I had to let my cape float behind me, leaving me nude to the hallway and any onlookers. This time there were none.
Stopping in front of his room, he merely slid his key and opened it, again drawing me inside behind him, the door closing with an ominous click. He then gave me a slight push deeper into the room, as he locked the door and set the security lock. I was now trapped in there with him! Turning to me, he started to advance, and I began to back up, the prey attempting to escape from the predator, even when cornered. Looking around, I saw his room was much nicer than mine and was huge. He had the equivalent of the Presidential Suite, it seemed. His bed was enormous and had been turned down, while a bottle of Champagne sat on the ice. The TV was on, playing some soft music, and he had a settee and an actual dining table, with six chairs. True opulence, indeed!
“General, look. This is a bad idea. I mean, really. My parents... they’ll be outraged. They will be furious at me, too! They think I am just on an overnight trip with Juwon and his parents. What if I get pregnant? I’m not on birth control!”
I was throwing everything I could think of at him, to try and get him to think logically. But like most men when they had seen me, they only thought with their cocks, and something primal came over them. In my mind’s eye, I had this comical image of men stalking me like Zombies. ‘Must fuck and breed redhead!’ I would have laughed if it weren’t so serious a time. My backward steps were blind, and I kept bumping into things, so finally, I turned, to try and get some distance from the man, to try and get a piece of furniture between us. The dining table was looking like a great candidate for that. I almost made it, too.
I had taken perhaps three steps when I was suddenly jerked backward by my neck. The pull on my cape was so strong that I was falling backward, and he kept yanking me back until I was in his arms, laying backward. It would make for a steamy movie scene or a wedding kiss, but instead of a loving and caring osculation, what I got was his thick lips mashed over mine, his flabby cheeks laying over mine as his hot, sweaty skin smeared its oils over my own. His tongue started to lick at my closed lips, trying to pry them open. I could hear his breathing loudly through his nostrils as my eyes grew locked on his. The fat on his face made him almost grotesquely ugly in this way, as I was left to dangle in his arms, my own falling back down behind and below me. I couldn’t feel it, but I was sure my cape was similarly dangling from my neck, a very erotic vision of a defeated heroine in the clutches of a fat, black monster. I didn’t want to encourage him with a caress or to feel my fingers clutching at him. He would take it the wrong way; I was sure of it. But he was also smothering me, and I was growing desperate to breathe.
What changed everything was his free hand. With his greater strength, he was easily able to hold me in one arm, and his free hand simply slid down my taut, pale flesh, until his thick fingers found my vulva and he started to massage me down there. I was shocked at the feeling, the first pangs of pleasure being forced through me, and it made me gasp. That was all it took and his tongue had free reign over my lips and mouth, as his tongue started to slather over mine. I could only try and wrestle his tongue out of my mouth, trying to push his away, but I failed, and soon he was licking around and under my tongue and my gums, exploring my mouth completely. He had dominated my mouth with his tongue and son he would dominate my vulva as well. Despite his bulk, he had good skills with his fingers, and he started to slide them up and down my petals, gingerly and gently, making me feel more soft waves of pleasure wash into me. My heat already naturally aroused and dripping from ovulation, was positively coating his palm now.
He continued to kiss me, my own tongue finally submitting to his kiss and returning it, as his thick finger began to slide up and down to separate my folds, until my slickness made it easy for him. He rubbed that spare area between my pearl and the bottom of my vagina, long, slow teasing caresses of an area most men ignore, and for me tingled all the more. It was an arousal I had not previously experienced. Men should pay more attention to that, I idly thought. Using my love lubrication, he was smearing it around my petals and my vagina, even teasing my entrance. Not penetrating me but circling around it in a slow taunt. It made my voice mew repeatedly, as I was succumbing to him. Then his finger finally and utterly defeated me, and I became the conquered woman. He pressed inwards, and forced my tight and wet valley open, and his finger began to curl against my sweet spot, the most sensitive nerve endings in my body roaring to arousal, screaming at my mind and my voice moaned loudly, purring like a kitten as his finger began to play me like a fine instrument. It was over, and I could no longer resist. I went from unwilling conquest to helpless victim. It would make it easier when he ***** me.
He continued torturing me like this for another few minutes, heightening my senses. My sense of arousal, my sense of pleasure, and more importantly, my sense of need. He was making me need his cock in me. My own hand finally came to life and I reached up, and slid along his tree trunk of a thigh, feeling the flab, until I bumped into the head of his cock on my forearm. Adjusting my touch, I started to feel for his shaft, a place for me to begin to stroke him. His length was no joke, either. He wasn’t boasting. He was bigger around that Juwon, and he was feeling longer than Mr. Chukwu. Whether I wanted it or not, this black cock was about to give me the fuck of my life, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I set about laying his cock along my forearm, so I could find his testicles. They, too, were proportionate to his manhood. They felt like eggs, maybe, virile, potent, dangerous eggs. Dangerous to my fertility. It was then he hefted me back to my heels and began to usher me to the bed.
“I know you want this, girl.” He stated with self-satisfaction. I felt you feeling me. “I have broken the will of many women over the years. Women of conquered lands, defeated enemies, even the wives of political opponents. All have fallen to my cock. You shall be no different. You, too, will enjoy the thrill of your depths filled like no man ever has, or ever will. In fact, tomorrow, you will want more. To feel that fullness only I can give you.”
I belatedly realized he was placing me to his bed as he spoke, and I tried a last time. I made a break and tried to slip aside.
“No! I can’t let you!”
But he simply grabbed my trailing cape and yanked me back to him, before hefting me by the arm pits and literally tossing me on his bed. I landed with a bounce, and even as I tried to crawl away, he simply grabbed an ankle and dragged me back, my cape now overhead and even hanging down the other side of the bed. I got a look at him now, as he held onto me, using his free hand to release his robe. Switching hands, he shrugged out of it, and let it fall, then used his free hand to grab my other ankle, and pull me wider. I looked him in the eyes, and I was growing seriously afraid, now.
“Please... General. I... I am too young for this. For you to do this. I mean... I can get pregnant for reals. My parents like Juwon, and my mom and I had even talked about a wedding someday…”
I had played my last gambit. The sanctity of a new marriage. Threats of pregnancy, threats of bodily injury to me, even destroying my life meant nothing. I was just a white piece of ass, and a very hot-looking one, too. I was going to be a notch on his bed post, I was certain, and I could not stop him. My eyes looked lower, and yes, his flab remained. But he could afford to be. Even with all that extra oily black skin, his cock had maybe 10 inches out there. He was going to destroy me.
Holding my ankles wider, he looked down and my vagina, my moisture leaking even more, and he crept closer to me on the bed, until his knees were astride my hips. Flexing his cock, he let it flop on my belly, and the head came up to my ribcage. I looked up to him again, real fear in my eyes, now. He simply placed my heels on his shoulders and leaned forward, placing one hand on his tool, and the other on my abdomen. Sliding it up and down on my heat, my slickness coated the thick mushroomed head, until he was good and coated. Then he nudged it around, until he felt my entrance. Looking into my eyes, he held my gaze as he began to utterly devastate me. I felt him apply pressure, and I winced in pain as he began to hurt me. I let out a cry as he pushed further, and I started to writhe, to somehow avoid this, but in the end it must’ve helped him, began with a sudden yelp of my voice, I felt him pop inside me. He was only just inside me, and it hurt, but the hardest part was over, more or less. He had successfully violated a white wife.
He paused, and gave me time to adjust, and then pushed his hips forward, and drove another inch, perhaps into me, my face contorted in pain as I felt him invade me deeper, until he paused again. He seemed to be gauging his actions on my face, for the moment I relaxed, he thrust again, driving more of his prodigious black spear into my heart. He would repeat the cycle over and over again, until after perhaps ten or twelve thrusts, he was face to face with me, and my white valley was conquered by a black spear. It was then he began to start the cycle of mating with me, and make me feel every fraction of an inch of him. His cock slid past my cervix, and to my very depth, and I had to warn him.
“Easy, easy… that is as deep as I have.” I spoke soothingly. Anything to keep him from actually wounding me, or ripping my internal organs. But even as I spoke, the pleasure increased, as my pearl had long-escape its protective cape. His pelvis was starting to impact it.
He replied by pulling my ankles from his shoulders and then gripping my hips and pulling me up and onto his meaty thighs. Cradling my hips like this, I was now completely his captive, since my feet no longer could touch the bed. His flab was suffocating me, and I had to look up at him as he took me, his cock pistoning in long, slow thrusts. But it did not take long. The initial pain began to be replaced by something much better. Like when Juwon first put his cock in me. Juwon was bigger than my husband, and the General was bigger than Juwon. But the pleasure was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was deeper, more profound. I started moaning with long breaths to match his long thrusts. My hands lay overhead in supplication, and I went from being a white wife and lover to a black-cock slut. As surely as Juwon had claimed me, the General was right. I would never be the same.
I felt new waves of pleasure that started making me hear colors and see sounds, and my vagina was pulsing like crazy on his long, thick black baby-maker. I could feel his balls slap my butt as he thrust, the heavily laden orbs full of his virility. He had placed the bulk of his weight on his elbows as he hovered above me, thrusting into me, and reducing me more and more into what I had become. A simple white woman mating with a powerful and virile black man. I was starting to wail as he began to thrust faster, and harder, and finally, I began to beg.
“Please… General. I am begging you… Please… pull... pull out! I... I can’t… let you do this. I’m fertile!”
My words only seemed to inspire him, and his thrusts, if anything, grew more forceful and faster. Which had a devastating effect on me. The harder he thrust, the more pleasure I felt, and ultimately, I lost the ability to speak. I was feeling so much pleasure that I was almost in pain. I was writhing under him, my hips rising to meet his, making my voice chirp in joy when his pubic bone smacked my pearl.
“Oh, please! Oh, please! Oh, please!” I was begging him. For what, I no longer knew.
But it spurred him on, and his heavy thrusting grew harder and faster, sweat dripping from his face, and onto my forehead, as his sweat bathed my body, mixing with my own sheen of perspiration. Meanwhile my vagina was massaging his black warrior tightly, my body trying to coax his into flooding my fertile white valley with black seed. My body was trying to mate with the man who was ****** me, and I couldn’t help it. And in that moment, I no longer cared. The tingling and waves of pleasure I haad been forced to enjoy were growing faster and stronger, until they were colliding into each other and I started to babble incoherently, my voice growing louder 8until I started to whime. It was along breath, starting lower, and growing higher and tighter as my pussy was quivering more tightly on his black cock. I soon reached my peak, and I let out a wailing scream, my body shuddering violently under him, as his cock was frantically fucking me stooped. It was mere seconds before he, too, reached his peak and he bellowed out, slamming his cock fully into me, making me cry out in pain as the head of his cock slammed past my cervix and against the very end of my vaginal walls.
Heavy, this spurts of his black seed pumped forth, spurting from the head of his thick cock, flooding my pussy with his essence. My cervix was flexing seemingly frantically, my body eager to scoop every precious drop of his black seed to fertilize my white egg and create a new life. A black life. I looked up to him, gasping for air, as I felt his body heaving for air, his face looking down on mine. I could feel every time his cock and balls contracted, and he shot more of his heavy load into me. It took minutes, not moments, and he had so much to deliver into my waiting and wanting womb. I didn’t say anything, but my gaze was wide open to him, to grant him sight into my soul. Nothing was said, but I think we both knew. He had made me pregnant with his black child.
We stayed like that for perhaps ten minutes, before he was done, and as he hefted himself back onto his heels, towering above me, his cock, though soft, was still part-way inside me. It kept his cum plugged up from leaking. But my mind was still too buzzy, and my head swirling. He hadn’t been bragging. He had just literally given me the fuck of my life. It would be a fucking I would long for the rest of my life.
After another five or so minutes of not speaking, I had to ask to be let up. I needed to use the restroom.
“In a minute. I am still leaking into you.”
My eyes bulged some at that. Just how much cum did the guy make? Several minutes more, and I had to ask again.
“Seriously, General, if I don’t go pee, things are gonna’ get messy.”
He nodded and finally withdrew. I felt his cock slither from my loins, and it left me feeling enormously empty. I didn’t like it. I sat up to inspect the damage, and yeah, my labia were a bit stretched, and I was sore as Hell. But I didn’t experience a gush of his cum flowing from my pussy. It was a slow trickle, a trickle that smeared between my thighs as I made my way to the bathroom.
I voided and took a closer look at my body. Yeah, I had been ridden hard as they say. I was going to be sore for days. My knees were wobbly, and I felt weak. I was so exhausted. A look in the mirror as I washed my hands showed that. My eyes looked a little dazed, and my chest was still flush crimson from that cataclysmic orgasm he gave me. My makeup had taken a little damage, but was still passable. Oddly, my hair looked the same. I was beginning to worry I would have to shave my head.
Returning to the room, I saw the general standing there, nude in all his flab. He held out a glass of Champagne as he held another. Taking it from him, I returned the toast he silently gave me. I simply took a sip, and then set it down. The reasons he didn’t question, but for me it was far more serious. I wouldn’t admit it to him, but I was feeling certain that I had just been black-bred.
“Come, young Suzi. We still have more time.”
“But I have to get back to my room?” I countered; my thumb jerked over my shoulder.
“Nonsense. Your room will still be there in the morning. You will stay the night with me.”
So I did his bed. I never even got the chance to take off my heels, though I did have the presence of mind to remove my cape. That night he fucked me three more times. He would get aroused, enter me, fuck me for all I was worth, and then after he came in me, we would nap. He was on top of me twice, dominating me with his cock as I started to beg him to cum in me. To flood my womb with his dark seed, to give me his black baby. I was having more frequent and powerful orgasms, too. The last time was doggy-style, and it just destroyed me, the thick, long black cock massaging my sweet nerve endings until I was wailing in passionate release, screaming the obvious fact I was cumming. The last one making me pass out.
I awoke with a start and looked around. It was just becoming daylight outside. His thick arm was laying on my hip, and I looked down, feeling full. His cock had spent the rest of the night nestled in my vagina. Whatever cum he had spent in me that last time was being fully absorbed into my body. My uterus was probably a pool of black semen by now. I gingerly, slowly and gently managed to get loose of his arm, and then with some effort, managed to lift my leg and scoot forward, until his flaccid cock finally fell from me. Looking back at him, he was an honest 9 inches soft. Just how big had he been when erect, I wondered?
I carefully and quietly rose and winced with each step, my core muscles and Kegels sore from so intense a night of raw, hard sex. I managed to quietly grab my cape and slip out the door, closing it gently behind me. He never stirred. Sighing with relief, I had to get back to my room, before people started waking up. Donning my cape, I moved as quickly as my used-up body would permit, and I took the elevator to the correct floor. Dashing along the hallway with all haste, I threw caution to the wind as I again had to cross the ramp. I let my cape fly, which it did gently, as I preferred speed over control, but I wasn’t exposed too badly. Certainly not like the night before. However, I did manage to see a number of people up and about. From early-morning joggers to maintenance people. The resort was waking up. Dashing along the corridor, I made it to my room, and went to open it. It was then my heart sank. I had forgotten it inside when I left in a hurry to catch up with Juwon. Shit!
I had no options now, but to go to the front desk, and quickly, to get anew key before I get caught. By now, my muscles were loose and I could really hurry, though I had to wait for the elevator to come to my floor and let me in. I also had a stroke when two black guys were inside, in shorts and sneakers. They were obviously going running. Ginning at me as they let their eyes lewdly wander over my body, I made appoint to hold my cape as closed as I could and joined them.
“Good morning, Gentlemen.” I spoke softly.
“Good morning, Miss Suzi.” One of them said.
“Oh? You know who I am?” I asked, looking back.
“But of course, we took wonderful pictures together last night!” he answered with a grin.
Then I felt him reach under my cape and cup my ass before pinching it. I yelped softly as the elevator door opened, and not caring what floor I was on, I darted out. I wasn’t about to let another guy **** me. Looking about, I needn’t have worried. I was standing in the lobby, with all sorts of eyes on me, while I stood there nearly naked, save for me heels, cape and gloves. I actually had to stand in line for the front desk as there were two people ahead of me. Meanwhile, inside I was dying of embarrassment and humiliation, as passers by looked me over. It took maybe ten minutes before I could get to the counter. But by then, The Sun had risen, and the first rays of dawn were blasting through the floor to ceiling windows, bathing me in sunlight, for all to see.
“Hi, I need a room key, please? It seems mine has become lost.”
“Certainly, Miss Anders.” And the male clerk began to process a new card, looking down to ry and hide his lecherous grin. No doubt he had a boner behind the counter.
“Here you are. have a nice day!” he ended, handing the card to me. “If the card doesn’t work, just come right back and I will make you a new one.” He grinned at me.
Real fucking funny.
I took the key and was moving quickly to the elevator when a hand reached out to stop me.
“Miss Anders, a moment, please? I am Antonio, the night manager, and I have a message for you?”
I stopped in my tracks and faced the man, despite my desires to run like Hell.
“Now?”
“Yes, now.” He began. “Miss Anders, we do pride ourselves on the quality of our resort and the quality of our guests. You have made quite an impression amongst our guests and staff.”
I was literally dying inside. Here I was, inside this man’s resort, having been ***** six times by a total fo three different men, and he is lecturing me? Oh, I was getting pissed. But I couldn’t do anything about it. I had to take every word of his disciplinary speech.
“And lastly, Miss Anders, while we do pride ourselves on having a five-star resort, please know that we do not care to have the reputation of a five-star house of ill-repute. Am I making myself clear?”
I felt my cheeks flushed with several emotions, from embarrassment to frustration to anger to even murder. Still, it was better to just eat his shit than to try and defend myself.
“Yes, Antonio, I am sorry. I assure you it was not my intent.”
“Perhaps not, Miss Anders, but still the evidence is convicting.”
He then offered me a small package, wrapped in brown tissue paper. Taking it from him, I opened just the corner. I saw, and then felt black satin. Hallelujah and thank goodness! It was my dress!
“Rest assured your garment has been properly cleaned and folded for you, Miss Anders. Please do try not to lose it again?”
Mollified that I had a dress now, I nodded graciously. I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Of course, Sir. Thank you.”
I didn’t even wait for further words from him. I even skipped the elevator as it was on the top floor. I went to the stair way and started clip-stepping my heels as fast as they could move, to get my ass back to my room before the whole hotel saw me! Fortunately, there were only a few people in the corridor, and only one close enough to observe me as I released my cape to open the door. Closing it behind me, I leaned against it with a sigh. I had finally made it back to my room!
Crossing to the bed, I didn’t even bother with the flashing light on the phone. I simply fell forward and collapsed, falling instantly asleep. My cape did an excellent job of keeping me warm as I slept, until I felt a hand shaking me.
“Suzi? Suzi? C’mon, it’s time to get up!”
It took a moment for the cobwebs to clear. The voice was Juwon, and I suddenly bolted upright.
“Honey! There you are!” I looked around, and saw the Sun was high in the sky. “Wait, what time is it?”
“Just after noon. Are you okay? You sleep like this all night? What happened to you?” Juwon asked in a concerned voice.
“Honey… If you only knew…”
