Ultimatum II (The Reproduction)

Raven opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. Sun rays peeked through the window causing her to squint. Once her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the sun’s early light, she focused on a Canary that was singing its little heart out from a tree limb right outside of her window. Losing herself within her own thoughts, she thought back to a night which still haunts her; a night five years in the past.

[“Shaheed, I don’t want to be alone tonight, or any other night. Don’t go back out”, Raven exclaimed. Stay with me and let’s have a future together. You can do other things; legal things. Let me awaken in the morning, to you holding me.”

The load of Raven’s words bore heavily on Shaheed’s shoulders. On one side, the woman he loved beckoning him for what he could see as a well flourished life, and on the other, the pavements that he’s spent years etching his name into. He stood motionless, with his face perplexedly aging before Raven’s eyes…..

Fatigued, Raven collapsed onto Shaheed, concealing the lone tear that escaped her eye. Shaheed held on to her, embracing her warm naked body into his strong but loving grasp.

It was late. Smiling as she rested in the arms of an exhausted Shaheed, Raven slowly drifted to sleep with thoughts of a secure future with the man she loved. Moments later, she was awakened by a strange feeling. Turning over, she strained her eyes to focus, and noticed Shaheed getting dressed. No words were spoken between them. Raven moved slowly to get up. She put on her robe, and walked Shaheed to the door. The two kissed before Shaheed exited into the night. Saddened, Raven shut and locked the door, knowing that not only did Shaheed exit her apartment, but her life as well.]

“Raven. Raven!”

Raven snapped out of her thoughts and back into the real world. A man of pecan complexion, with a medium build and no signs of muscle separation, was looking down at her. His facial expression was that of concern.

“Have you heard anything that I said, babe? What were you in such deep thought about?”

“Oh. Huh? What did you say?”

“I asked if you want me to fix you some breakfast before I head out the door.”

“No honey, I’ll be fine. I’ll eat later when I get out of bed. You have a good day at work and I’ll see you when you get home.”

At that moment, Dwayne, Raven’s husband of the last year and a half, kissed his wife and left for work.

Dwayne worked as a freelance contractor for a few businesses in town. He was not of the wealthy, but he wasn’t bad off neither. He and Raven had met about a year after the Shaheed ordeal. It took him a while, but he convinced Raven to give him the opportunity of being with her. The two dated and down the line were married in front of family and friends. He moved Raven out of her apartment in the city and into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Later that evening, Raven scurried around the house. Dwayne had called her earlier, informing her that a potential client will be joining them for dinner. He told her not to worry about cooking dinner because he would pick up take-out on his way home.

“Baby I’m home”, Dwayne blasted.

“I’m almost ready. I’ll be down shortly.” Raven finished getting herself together and headed downstairs. Approaching the end of the stairwell, she could hear two voices; two very familiar voices. Entering the den, where the voices were coming from, Dwayne greeted her with a hug and kiss.

“Baby, let me introduce you to a childhood friend of mine. This is….”

Before Dwayne could complete his sentence, the man that he was talking to turned around, holding one of Raven and Dwayne’s wedding pictures in his hand. Raven’s mouth dropped and her knees buckled. Dwayne caught her and helped her to regain her balance.

“Raven, are you alright?”

“Yes, yes” Raven replied as she regained her composure.

Dwayne looked at Raven. “This is my friend and potential client, Shaheed. Shaheed, this is my wife Raven.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Dickson” Shaheed responded without taken his eyes off of Raven.

“Same here” Raven coolly replied, “but, please call me Raven.”

“Raven, it is.”

The three ate the takeout that Dwayne had picked up on his way home. Shaheed and Dwayne talked about the times they spent together growing up on some of the roughest streets of the city. Every so often, they would bring Raven into the conversation. She was tense and a bit uncomfortable in her own home. Memories of her and Shaheed raced through her mind. This could not be happening.

 Later that night, after Shaheed left, Dwayne, took a shower, then joined Raven in bed. Her back was to him, but by the way his man-hood was pressing against and poking her, she knew exactly what he wanted. She was not in the mood. Too much had happened that day and she was trying to get Shaheed off her mind, but just couldn’t fathom to do so. She told Dwayne that that she wasn’t feeling to well. Soon, he was fast asleep, leaving her up with an erratic mind.

As weeks passed, things got back to normal. Shaheed’s presence was no longer felt, and Raven’s thoughts of him had pretty much vanished. That was until Raven got a phone call one day from a number that was not programmed in her phone. It was Shaheed. He had stolen her number out of Dwayne’s cell phone while the two of them were out conducting business. Raven’s first reaction was to hang up, but something did not allow her to. She pleaded for Shaheed to leave her alone as he tried to get her to hear him out about how much he misses her and wanted to be with her. These calls from Shaheed went on for weeks until Raven agreed to meet with him under the notion that afterwards, he would leave her alone, as well as end all business affairs with her husband.

On the day of the initial meeting, Raven made sure that she dressed down and put on no type of fragrance. She did not want to pique Shaheed’s interest any more than it already was. The two met in broad daylight, in a public area where they talked while having lunch. Shaheed’s idea of conversation was bringing up memories of their past. Raven tried changing the subject and blocking him out, but the more Shaheed spoke, the more his words touched her in places that they shouldn’t have.

Raven had a soft spot for Shaheed and he was slowly but surely getting to that spot. The wall that she had built up concerning him was crumbling. She had to retreat before her vulnerability showed. She rose from the table in which they sat and informed Shaheed that his time was up and he was not successful at what he was trying to do. He simply nodded as a notion that he will keep his end of the bargain. He paid for their lunch and insisted on walking Raven to her car.

Raven was parked in a dimly lit corner on the northern end of the parking deck. As they approached, her car beeped, unlocking the doors. Shaheed opened the driver’s door for her. Before she could enter the car, he grabbed her swiftly by the waist and pulled her into him, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Raven pushed at him, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held on to her. Then the tighter he clenched her, the more relaxed she got. She reciprocated his kiss, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. With Shaheed’s hands finding their way beneath her shirt, Raven started to have mixed thoughts, but Shaheed had already closed the driver’s door and opened the rear passenger door thus thrusting Raven into the back seat of the car. Climbing in on top of her and closing the door, he took a brief moment to look at her. With no signs of resistance, Shaheed continued his onslaught.

 

Removing Raven’s clothing, as well as his, he licked and sucked on her, grasping her like a man who has been vastly deprived. Their lips connected once again, and their tongues danced a forbidden dance. Shaheed’s breathing became haphazard as Raven’s hand glided across his crotch. Her hand seemed to have lengthened his penis as if it was a magical wand of some sort. His mouth found its way to her ripened nipples as he sucked and pulled on her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. She braced herself, her hand leaving his erection to dangle between her thighs. The tension made them both feel like they could explode at that very moment.

Raven squirmed in the seat, ready for what was to come. Shaheed handled his massiveness, and led it into Raven’s moistened vagina. She gasped deeply. There was no turning back. She gyrated and he pumped as her hand found their way to his buttocks, pulling him into her, each time harder than the previous. She missed this. She wanted and lusted for this. There were no thoughts of Dwayne and the life that they had together, just Shaheed and this sinful pleasure.

She was soft, wet, and extremely heated. Shaheed altered his pace in order to keep from cumming. Raven put her foot up on the head rest by the rear window and the other on the driver’s seat. She moaned and cursed, urging him on, urging to reach her orgasm. Shaheed felt the burning sensation to release, but he refused to do so until Raven had gotten her satisfaction. His face frowning as he struggled to hold it in. Raven’s body became stiff. She grasped the cloth like material of the car’s interior. She trembled. Her toes curled, and she yelled out as she drenched Shaheed’s penis with her ever flowing orgasm.

Shaheed slowed down a bit, but the feeling was much too unbearable. He pumped harder and faster. The sounds of slapping skin filled the car. He thrusted. The head of his penis had swollen to enormous proportions. He thrusted even more and more until finally, he popped off, spewing his load into her. His body collapsed and Raven held onto him as the guilt began to set in.

Raven avoided Shaheed at all costs after that, even going as far as to block his number from calling her phone. She could not risk what happened that day in the back of her car to happen again. She and Dwayne were on one accord, and she needed Shaheed out of her system.

One particular morning, while at work, Dwayne received a phone call from Raven. She was stuck at home. Her car wasn’t starting, and she had an important luncheon that she needed to get to. Dwayne stressed to her that it was not possible for him to leave work at this time, but he will make sure that she gets to where she needs to be.

An hour later, Raven’s phone rings, and it is Dwayne.

“I have someone coming to take you to your luncheon. He’ll be there shortly.”

“Oh, thank you baby, I love you so much. Muah!”

Raven ended the call before Dwayne could say anything else. Her husband had come through in the clutch, and she was extremely satisfied with relief.

Moments later the doorbell rang. Raven answered on the second ring. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Shaheed standing before her.

“What are you doing here? You have to leave; I am expecting someone.” she screeched.

“I know”, Shaheed replied, “I am the ‘someone’ that Dwayne sent to give you a ride to wherever you need to go.”

“I am not going anywhere with you Shaheed. I’d rather miss my appointment than to be around you.”

“Raven just come on. If it eases you, I have somewhere to be also. I’m going to drop you off where you need to be, and your husband is going to pick you up.”

Raven did not want to miss her luncheon, so she settled on going with Shaheed. The ride was a quiet one until Shaheed reached over and placed his hand on Raven’s thigh. Immediately she scorned him and slapped him. Shaheed was shocked, but not as shocked as to what was bound to happen.

For a brief moment, unable to stay focused because of the slap that had just stunned his face, Shaheed did not notice another vehicle that ran a stop sign, slamming into his car and striking it on the passenger side…….

Dwayne rushed into the hospital room. “Baby, are you ok. Are you hurt? This is all my fault.”

“Dwayne, I’m fine. It’s just some minor cuts and bruises, nothing more to worry about. The doctor will be back shortly.”

At that moment the door opened and the doctor walks in. “Doc, is she going to be alright?”

“Yes, she is; and you are?” the doctor asked.

“I’m her husband.”

“Mr. Dickson, your wife is fine.” The doctor then looks towards Raven. “Mrs. Dickson, I will bring your discharge papers so that you can be on your merry way. You may feel some pain and some stiffness later, so I will prescribe something for you. Also, I will also advise that for the sake of your child, you do not get into any more accidents.”

Raven looked puzzled. “Child? We have no children.”

The doctor looked at Raven and Dwayne. “Mrs. Dickson, you are three weeks pregnant.”

“Pregnant, are you sure?” Dwayne asked.

“Yes, I double checked just to make sure. Congratulations. Mrs. Dickson, I’ll be right back with your paperwork.”

Dwayne bent down and hugged Raven who was laying in the hospital bed in disbelief. Putting her arms around him and hugging him back, she stared into the eyes of a stunned Shaheed, who had been quietly standing in the corner of the room, witnessing the whole interaction between husband, wife, doctor, and soon to be CHILD…..

Ultimatum

Although Raven had a bustling day at work, she scurried to straighten up her one bedroom apartment. Two hours later, she was through with it all. The mood of her apartment was set to her liking. Her place was now dimly lit and had the aroma of a warm spring day in the country. She was freshly showered and had put on her favorite pair of lounging jeans’ and a tank-top. Her TV was set to her favorite network show at the time.

Sitting in the living area, she sipped on a glass of white wine, while watching television. Without warning, the sound of her doorbell filled the room. Before she could reach the door, it had rung two more times. Opening it, Raven stood there gazing at a man standing at about six-two. He had a caramel complexion, cropped haircut, lean build, and a Texas Hold ‘em type stare. He was dressed in faded blue jeans, a grey hoodie with a black leather jacket over it, and a pair of tan construction boots.

He gave Raven a peck on the lips before welcoming himself in. He took his boots off at the door, entered further into the apartment, and took off his jacket and sweater.

“Would you like something to drink” Raven asked, opening the refrigerator and pouring herself another glass of wine.

“Do you have any juice?”

“Juice?”

“Yeah, juice. I have to go back out and make another run. I have to be clear headed, can’t afford to make any mistakes ma, you know how it is.”

Raven poured some fruit juice into a glass and handed it over. She stared intently. “Shaheed, have you made up your mind as to what we talked about when you were last here?”

Shaheed looked at Raven. “C’mon Rave, don’t start that now ma. I got a lot going on and don’t have time to deal with the extra.”

“The extra, Shaheed? I told you the consequences, and I meant every word of it.”

Shaheed stood motionless as he tried to read Raven’s facial expression. His thoughts went back to when he first met her two years ago. He and she had been an item until she found out that he had a baby mama whom he was still in a relationship with. Since then, he had patched things up with Raven. He was no longer with his baby mama, but he wasn’t with Raven neither.

Raven knew that Shaheed was messing around with other females. She knew that he refused to commit to her, but, as he put it, he didn’t want to put her through the unnecessary. The last time that Shaheed visited her, Raven explained to him that she wanted more from and for him. Shaheed dealt with the streets to a level where he was pretty successful, but Raven wanted him out. She also wanted a commitment from him on a personal level. She told him that if he couldn’t adhere to these two requests by the time that he came to see her again, that it would be their last time together.

The pressure was on. Shaheed did give thought to Raven’s requests. Deep within him, he really loved her. To him, she was different from other females that he crossed paths with. Raven was goal oriented. She was mature in every sense of the word. Shaheed saw these things in her. He saw many things in her, and knew that when things get right, according to him, that it will be Raven whom he will want to be with.

Shaheed placed the glass on a nearby counter after consuming some of its content. He walked closer to Raven, stopping when his body was slightly touching hers. The stare that they gave one another was of one that needed no words; a continuous stare of two people with an underlying love for one another; a stare that would lead to bodies being embraced, lips meeting, and hearts mollifying.

“Shaheed, I don’t want to be alone tonight, or any other night. Don’t go back out”, Raven exclaimed. Stay with me and let’s have a future together. You can do other things; legal things. Let me awaken in the morning, to you holding me.”

The load of Raven’s words bore heavily on Shaheed’s shoulders. On one side, the woman he loved beckoning him for what he could see as a well flourished life, and on the other, the pavements that he’s spent years etching his name into. He stood motionless, with his face perplexedly aging before Raven’s eyes.

She felt for him. She knew what she was asking of him seemed simple to her, but to him, it was quite perplexed. None the less, this was what she needed. Now was not the time for her heart to stifle. She had to be strong willed and stand by her words.

Raven kissed Shaheed, easing his face of the tension that plagued it. She sucked on his tongue in the same manner that she sucked on his manhood many times before. During the process of kissing, he removed the t-shirt that clung to her body, and loosened her brassiere strap, allowing her bra to find its way next to their feet, which in turn, revealed her flesh to the warm atmosphere of the heated apartment. She lifted his shirt over his head, and let it fall to the floor, then rubbed her hand across his chest. 

“Don’t you want this forever, Shaheed?” she asked between breaths of air.

Shaheed reciprocated by pushing Raven against a nearby wall. She pushed back until his back landed against the opposing wall, in which she removed his pants exposing his black boxer-briefs. The two kissed vigorously with Raven leading Shaheed towards the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom and still locking lips with the tall handsome man, Raven made a slight turn into the bathroom. Shaheed undid her button and zipper as Raven positioned herself onto the bathroom sink. His hand coasted across her body, easily finding the spots that made her tingle. He knew her body well, and prided himself on that. Inch by inch, he began lowering the jeans that hugged Raven’s curves. She had on her favorite thong. Shaheed finally removed it all from her body and dropped his briefs.

Raven’s eyes clung to the mammoth erection that was probing at her. She reached for it, sliding the head up and down on her slit. Shaheed continued rubbing her body. The hot wetness that seeped onto his tip had him anxiously waiting for the moment of penetration. He wanted her….. he wanted this.

Shaheed lifted Raven up off of the sink and took her into the bedroom, resting her back against yet another wall. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he guided himself into her. Raven let out a gasp.

“It seems like you get bigger every time you enter me.”

Shaheed smiled and pumped in and out of Raven’s inner core. His pace was very rhythmically, with each thrust building upon the previous. Raven closed her eyes and held on. Feelings of undeniable felicity seared through her body. She whined her waistline like that of a Dancehall Queen. Her juices flowed from within and onto the object of pleasure that was rattling her insides.

Shaheed grew weary and headed for the bed with Raven in tow. Without missing a beat, he laid her down gently with his erection still in her. Knowing what she liked, he worked her slowly, his hands expeditiously roaming her body. Raven let out melodic moans as she grasped Shaheed’s backside pulling him harder and deeper into her, synchronizing herself to his strokes. The way that he danced inside of her, had her adrift among the clouds. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, and smiled. The curves of her smile entranced him as he leaned in towards her and sucked her bottom lip.

“Stay with me Shaheed. Don’t go anywhere”

Shaheed continued his motion, now with more intensity. This was home. His cock, fully extended and rock hard, inside of its heated safe haven which happened to be Raven's vagina. His facial expression was stern with deep concentration. Raven pulled his upper torso down onto her. With her legs spread eagle, Shaheed reached beneath her, lifting her ass into the air. He plummeted inside her well lubricated love box, his penis expanding her walls to accommodate its thickness. Raven closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, moaned, and dug into Shaheed's back.

Shaheed panted as he neared his climax. Before he could get to the finish line, Raven turned him onto his back and ascended onto him. She positioned his shaft to the exact coordinates of her opening and eased down on it. She was now the dominant. Bracing herself, she rose and fell on him like the most anticipated ride at Great Adventures. She leaned inward, straightened her back, and let her waist and ass do all the work, while occasionally looking back at her own derriere.

With Shaheed’s hand gripping her back side and the other pinching and pulling at her nipple, Raven yelled out, “Oh God, God, God…… I’m cummin!” 

She placed her hands around Shaheed's neck and rode harder, faster, and more redundant. She tensed up, tightening her vaginal muscles around Shaheed's erection, and sexed him in a way that she had never done before. To her, she was riding the streets out of him. If they were going to have a future together, this was her last chance of attaining that goal. She pushed on, riding harder and reaching back to massage his now oversize scrotum. Sweat dripped from her body. Her mouth was wide open as she panted heavily. She felt her buildup swarming to her midsection in search of an exit. At the same time of her release, Shaheed let out an earth-shaking roar as he depleted his massive load inside her.

Fatigued, Raven collapsed onto Shaheed, concealing the lone tear that escaped her eye. Shaheed held on to her, embracing her warm naked body into his strong but loving grasp.

It was late. Smiling as she rested in the arms of an exhausted Shaheed, Raven slowly drifted to sleep with thoughts of a secure future with the man she loved. Moments later, she was awakened by a strange feeling. Turning over, she strained her eyes to focus, and noticed Shaheed getting dressed. No words were spoken between them. Raven moved slowly to get up. She put on her robe, and walked Shaheed to the door. The two kissed before Shaheed exited into the night. Saddened, Raven shut and locked the door, knowing that not only did Shaheed exit her apartment, but her life as well.

Unexpected Company

 

“Yes baby, I’m pulling up to the house now”, Melinda said speaking into her wireless ear piece. She was speaking to her fiancé, Will, who was out of town taking care of some family issues. “I can’t wait until you are back here tomorrow. I’m missing you so much right now.”

“It won’t be long now. I've taken care of everything here. I'm not going to hold you, so go inside. Remember to lock the door and set the alarm”, Will replied, as he heard the car door slam on the other end of the phone.

“You worry too much. I'm fine. I will call you after I shower. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The phone went silent. Melinda went inside the house, locking the door behind her, and setting the alarm. She went to her room, and sat her purse on the edge of the dresser. Going into the dresser drawer, she picked out a pair of panties, and threw it onto the bed. Inside of the spacious walk-in closet, she retrieved one of her favorite robes and threw it on the bed as well. She undressed down to her underwear, and placed her clothes in the hamper. With her thoughts being on Will, Melinda kept wishing that he was there. She hated being apart from him.

In the bathroom, she started the shower, making sure that the water temperature was to her liking. Placing a shower cap over her hair, she then headed to the kitchen for something to drink. She prepared herself an ice cold glass of juice. On her way out of the kitchen, Melinda froze in her tracks, and turned around. On the counter near the sink, was a glass with a small amount of liquid in it. She walked to the sink and lifted the glass. Oddly, the glass had sweat on it. ‘Now I know that I didn’t leave any dishes out when I left.’ Melinda thought to herself. She placed the glass in the dishwasher, and headed back to her room sipping on her drink along the way. Placing her drink on a coaster that sat on the nightstand, she removed her undergarments, and put them away with the rest of her soiled clothes.

The hot water from the shower glistened as it fell from Melinda’s skin. She closed her eyes, letting the water hit her face. Lathering her sponge, she began to cleanse herself, beginning with her neck, then down to her arms. Taking her time, she encircled the sponge around her naturally round breasts, slowly causing her nipples to arouse. She washed her stomach, and then moved down to her cleanly shaved vaginal area. Proceeding to wash her nicely toned legs, her back, and her eye-catching derriere, Melinda’s body was completely covered with soap. Her body was one that could easily rival that of any top model or video vixen. Men drooled at the sight of her. Melinda’s intellect also made her a threat amongst her peers. She was definitely a woman that men desired and one whom females desired to be.

After rinsing off, Melinda stood under the therapeutic stream of water for a while, before reaching for her towel and drying herself off. She went into her room, sat on the edge of the bed, applied lotion to her body, and put on a silk-like blue pantie that she had taken out of the drawer earlier. She drank the remainder of her drink and wrapped up in the warmth of her robe. Returning to the kitchen, she rinsed out her glass and placed it in the dishwasher. In her room, Melinda kneeled at her bedside and prayed. Crawling into bed, she turned on the television, lowered the volume, and reached over to the lamp, turning it off. Before she could get comfortable, she noticed that she had left the closet light on. Rushing, so that she can call Will back, she got up, walked hastily over to the light switch, and flicked it off. As soon as she did, startling her, the closet door swung open. Melinda screeched and jumped as a hand grasped her neck, pushed her a few steps back, and flung her onto the bed.

Click-click…

 

“Shut up and don’t say a word, bitch!” Dressed in all black, standing in front of her, was a male figure with his face concealed by a bandana. Melinda, with widened eyes, stared as the intruder pointed a .45 mm handgun in her direction.

“What do you want from me?” she asked nervously. “My purse is right there”, Melinda said, pointing towards the dresser.

“I thought I told you not to say a word.” The masked man walked towards her. “Stand up!” Melinda did as she was told. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

The masked intruder paused. He took his forefinger and ran it down Melinda's spine. “Better yet”, he said, “remove your shirt, and then put your hands behind your back.” Unwillingly, she followed his instructions. He then bound her hands, blindfolded her, and had her to lie on the bed once again. “Yo!” he yelled. Seconds later, Melinda heard footsteps. “Do with her as you please”, she heard the intruder say, “I’ll search around to see what I can find.”

‘There’s another one’, Melinda thought to herself. ‘Please, God, don’t let them hurt me’. At that moment, knowing exactly what it was, she felt a cold object on her chest. It was the barrel of a gun. She felt the belt to her robe being unfastened. The assailant pulled her robe off of her, but unable to get it beyond her tied wrists. She felt helpless as she lay there in her panties and bra.

The second intruder removed the gun from her chest. Her breathing became erratic once he started toggling with her bra. He cupped her breasts and licked on them, periodically alternating between the two. Melinda let out a whimper as his hand found its way inside of her panties and groped her. He pulled her underwear down fully exposing her body to him. She heard as he undressed himself. Melinda twitched as he parted her uncooperative legs. He moved his body between her thighs, lying completely flat on top of her with his erection against her.

“Please don’t do this”, she pleaded.

Ignoring her, he slid up the length of her body causing goose bumps to rise. “Shh…relax. I don’t want to hurt you” he said faintly in a whisper with a foreign accent. First I'm going to please you the way that you want to be pleased, and then you’re going to let me fuck you.”

‘Let you?’ Melinda asked herself, at the same time thinking that there was something familiar about the voice, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.

As the thought went through her mind, the second intruder went down on her, catching her by surprise. Melinda took a deep breath as his tongue entered her forbidden zone. He licked around her clit and up and down her slit. His tongue slithered inside her, hitting her spots, and causing her to moan out loud. She begged and pleaded for him to stop, but the more she petitioned, the more relentless he became. She tried to resist, but it was like he knew her body. Involuntarily, she grinded her hips into his face. A lone tear of guilty pleasure found its way from Melinda's eye. Her body was slowly betraying her as this intruder, this stranger, this, this……. this rapist, made her cum, not once, but twice. 

Melinda laid on the bed feeling confused. In her mind, she was feeling like she had betrayed Will. There was no denying that she enjoyed the fellatio given to her against her will.

“Now I'm going to have my way with you”, the second intruder announced while guiding his brick hard muscle to her pink sex spot.  

Thoughts raced through her head. ‘That voice. Could it be?’

His voice sounded so familiar to her. She shook the thought out of her mind knowing that it couldn’t be. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

Upon penetration, afraid of saying anything, Melinda noticed that he was condomless. The second intruder moved in and out of her. He touched her roughly, then seemingly at the same time, being careful not to hurt her. It was quite strange to Melinda. This was not how she imagined that a rapist would be with his victim.

He filled his mouth with her breasts; sucking, pulling, and nibbling on them while fucking her harder. Her body warmed up to him, wanting more of his nonconsensual offerings. His cock rendering her pussy to his desire as it went shallow and then deep. He grunted, and turned her over effortlessly. The way he manhandled her, made her leak against her own will. He griped as he plummeted into her repeatedly from the rear. Her voluptuous ass bounced as their skins slapped. She buried her face in the comforter, biting it to cease herself from screaming. Her twat was engorged with an unwanted desire. She pushed back to meet his thrusts. Her conscience weighed heavier and heavier with each push.

 

Melinda yelled out. She didn’t know whether she did so because of the agony from the pain or from ecstasy of the pleasure that roared through her body, but she fucked back taking every inch of the intruder’s dick.

          Overly excited, the second intruder held on to her ass and tugged at the blindfold a little too hard, causing it to come off. Melinda’s mouth dropped as she caught a glimpse of her assailant in the mirror. The sight alone caused her to cum as she threw her ass back at him ferociously. He untied her hands, giving her freedom to have more control of what she was doing. She looked back at him, her ass clapping on his dick. Melinda knew what time it was once she saw his face tighten. She tightened her grip on him and bucked back harder. She reached back, and grabbed a hand full of balls. He pounded into her three more times and was ready to release, but Melinda pulled too far forward, causing him to exit her drenched folds.

          She turned over, got up, and straddled him. There was nothing sensual about her as she fucked his erection like a mad woman. She slapped him and bit into his flesh. She wanted to cum again, and being in control allowed her to do so with great force.

          From his moans and tenseness, she knew that the dick her fluids covered was ready to pop. She jumped off and pumped it vigorously with her hand, allowing his jism to splatter into her face.

          “We were supposed to do the rape scene next week” Melinda blurted out moments later, while lying on her back.

          “I know, baby, but I wanted to do it when you least expected it”, Will answered.

          “Who was the other guy?” Melinda asked curiously.

          “That’s my homie Rod. He rode back with me. He wants a new start in a different city since his divorce is finalized. It took a lot of convincing for him to help me out with this. He thought that I was crazy; planning the rape of my own woman.”

          Melinda looked Will in the eyes and said to him, “Because of his assistance to you, we should at least offer to let Rod watch next time.” With that being said, she faded into a deep slumber with a satisfied look on her face.

 ©2013

Slim From Da A!!!

 

I tossed and I turned. My body perspired from the work that I was putting in. My head turned sternly from side to side. My breathing increased. This felt so good; very good. I was about to….about to…..ooohhhh shit!

I looked around my room. It was pitch black. There was no one there; I was alone. Damn, it felt so real. Thinking about what just transpired, I shook my head at myself. This was the second time this week and sixth time this month. My dreams were coming more frequent and they seemed to be more realistic as well.

I laid there for a few minutes before getting up and walking to the kitchen. I retrieved a bottle of cooking oil from the pantry and walked towards the sink. Holding my hand over the sink, I poured a small amount of the cooking oil into my palm. Reaching down, I applied the culinary lube to my tool. Rubbing the oil in, I made sure that it covered the shaft and especially the head. I returned the cap to the oil bottle and left it on the counter top.

I stepped into my bathroom and flicked on the light. After pulling up a picture on my phone of a nude brown-skin cutie bussing it open for me, I grasped my rod with a firm grip and began to caress it. Sliding my hand from the tip to the base and back up again, I caught my groove and began to revel in the sensations that I was feeling. My rhythm increased. As the picture came to life in my mind, my legs weakened. I kneeled on one knee in front of the porcelain disposal, still beating my meat. My breathing, body temperature, and heart rate increased simultaneously. A surge, that was so familiar to me, ran through my body and blasted its way out of the tip of my penis. I remained there for a minute or two regaining my composure. After cleaning myself, I went back to bed, only to lay there staring at the ceiling fan before drifting off to sleep.

It had been nine months since my last piece of ass, and my horniness was shooting through the roof. I have no idea why that was. I mean, I've went without sex before, and it was my choice of doing so. I've even gone much longer than nine months, but this time, something was different. There was a burning rage inside of me; a burning rage for sex in which no mere female would suffice. Besides, either way it goes, I can control my urges.

The next morning I hit the gym before going to work. My job wasn’t my job of choice, but it was something to pay the bills for now. I spent most of the day doing outcalls. The office where I worked was filled with females of all shapes, sizes, and cultures. A few of them flirted with me from time to time. As lustful as I was, you would have thought that I would have given all of them the dick, and at the same damn time. But, like I said before, “No mere female would suffice”.

The end of the work day came rather quickly. On my way out the door, I heard my name being called out. “Michael. Michael!”

As I turned, I saw Michelle from accounting gunning towards me. “Michael, I'm glad I caught you just in time.

“Why, what’s wrong?” I asked sincerely.

She looked at me strangely. “Um, nothing is too wrong, but I’d like to ask something of you.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Well, you know LeAnne, right?”

“You're talking about that A.T.L. chick?”

“Yes, her”, Michelle replied.

“What about her?”

She has this corporate event to attend tonight that requires her to take a date, but she has no one to go with her. I know it’s very short notice, but um, I, um, well we, were wondering if you'd be so kind as to as to escort her there?”

“No”, I blurted out, not thinking at all.

“C’mon, please”, Michelle pleaded. “I mean, you don’t have to date her or anything.”

“No Michelle. Why can’t someone else take her?”

“You know how she is Michael. If you do this, then I’ll owe you big time.”

Michelle and I always went back and forth with the I.O.U. stuff. I knew that I may have to call on her for a favor someday, so I thought that it was best for me to take advantage of this situation. “Well, maybe I can do it just this once”, I told her.

Michelle filled me in on the details about the event. We parted ways with me being a bit skeptical. On the drive home, my mind ran across LeAnne. She had moved here about two and a half months ago from Atlanta. I had gone out for drinks with her along with a few other coworkers a couple times. She and I had exchanged small talk and we spoke on the phone a couple times as well. To me, she wasn’t what I had depicted an A.T.L. woman to be. I thought of them as being thick and stocked, like century year old oak trees, with an annoying southern twang and stripper like tendencies. But this, Miss LeAnne, threw me for a loop as to my perception. She was slim, and a bit on the quiet side. I could tell that she was still in her shell, being that she was fairly new to the city and all.

 

 

I had spoken to LeAnne when I got home from work. The function was set to start at eight that night. It was six fifty-two that evening when I arrived at her residence. After ringing the bell a few times to no avail, I called her cell phone; letting her know that I was at her door. She arrived to the door, in a long flowing, extravagant dress, that looked like something out of a fairy tale. She invited me in, led me to her sitting room, and directed me towards a navy blue recliner. Her place was decked out with fresh flowers, mainly roses everywhere. It had the aroma of a spring garden. As I sat, she seated herself across from me. I looked up at her, and it was then that I noticed that she looked like she had been crying.

“LeAnne”, I barked out, “what’s wrong?”

She sat their quiet and motionless before speaking. “I…I should have called you before you came all the way over here. I’ve changed my mind about going.”

“But, why? When we spoke earlier, you seemed so animated about going. I don’t understand. What could have happened between then and now to have made you change your mind like that?”

“Michael, that scene isn’t me. I don’t fit in. Actually, I don’t fit in anywhere. I got to thinking about how most of the ladies there will be of the city’s elite. I was just fooling myself as to think that I would be able to mesh with them. I just want to sit at home alone and watch TV. I'm sorry for not telling you this before you got all dressed up and everything. I’ll pay you for your gas and time. This is so embarrassing.”

“No, no, that’s ok. You don’t have to do that. And I think that we should still go. It’s not too late for you to get dressed.” When I said that, I realized that I was seeing LeAnne in a different light. She seemed to be more appealing to me. Was it her vulnerable state? Seeing her so feeble, was eating at me. I went and sat near her. Putting my arm around her, I tried convincing her to continue with our prearranged plans.

 “Michael, I’m sorry. I'm not usually like this.”

“It’s ok, but I will tell you one thing. I didn’t get dressed like this for nothing. We’re going to go out somewhere and have ourselves a good time.”

LeAnne looked at me. “No, I honestly don’t feel like going anywhere.”

“Well, if we’re not going, then I guess we’ll just have to bring the party to us.”

“What do you mean?” she asked with a surprised look on her face.

“You were expecting to have a good time tonight. I'm going to give you that good time. I'm hungry. How about you do what you need to do, and I'll go get us some take-out. How does that sound?”

“I guess that sounds reasonable.”

“Ok then, I’ll be back.”

I went to a popular restaurant that I knew of on her side of town. When I returned, LeAnne had changed her clothes. Now she was wearing a pinkish colored robe with white polka dots. I could see a hint of a green shirt of some sort underneath it. We sat down to eat, but when she sat, her robe rose up her thighs making it hard for me stay focused on our conversation.

As we spoke, she disclosed to me what it was like to grow up as what she called a Grady Baby*. I’ve heard a lot of great things about Atlanta through the media and from people who have visited there, but LeAnne spoke of a struggle; a struggle that seemed to torment her in a way. When she finished speaking, I was at a loss for words. Her eyes were filled with pain and shame. She looked at me as to be in disbelief and embarrassed that she shared such stories with me.

“It’s ok”, I said to her. “We all go through things. Look at you now. You’ve made it through the storm.

The corners of her lips turned up, and a lone tear escaped her eye. Before I knew what was happening, I reached for Leanne’s face and wiped the tear away. My hand remained there, with my thumb caressing her cheek bone. Something was drawing me to her; something out of my control. There was also something happening down below in my pants. That was something that I had to try to control. Now was not the time for my horniness to surface. Breaking the tension, LeAnne got up to disposed of what we hadn’t consumed. While she was in the kitchen, I got up to look at the pictures that decorated the living area, consisting mostly of her. One which caught my eye was of her in a white tee, black leather jacket, and a short blue skirt. There was a belt or something of the sort wrapped around her slim. She was seemingly standing on the ledge of a high-rise, leaning against a window, looking down with one leg bent pressing her stylish all black pump against the glass. She was holding up the back of her skirt revealing more of those infamous thighs. The way, in which it was lifted, I found myself wanting to peer underneath to get a glimpse of her derriere.

 

In another picture, she was dressed in a dark blue denim dress that covered her from her breasts down to her mid to upper thighs. On her feet was a rusty brownish pair of five inch heels that had buckled straps coming up above her ankles. She was slightly bending with her back against a brick wall, accenting her legs and ass. Around her neck was a multicolored pink and turquoise scarf that I had an urge to pull on. Her bronze short cropped hair style brought out her facial features. Next to that picture was another of her in the same attire, standing in an alley way looking over her shoulder with her back towards the camera, and her hand on her hip.

 

 

 

 

“Are you a model?” I yelled out while still observing the pictures.

“I did a little modeling in Atlanta, nothing too serious.” LeAnne replied, making her way back to the living room.  

 “Looks serious enough to me”, I said without taking my eyes off the pictures. When I turned around, I was face to face with the same seductive young lady from the photos that I had just finished examining. Time stood still, as we stared each other down. Her alluring looks had me mesmerized. My body temperature shot up and so did my pole. I was so embarrassed when LeAnne looked down and saw that I had a hard on. “Um, I better be on my way” I said coyly.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave, and you definitely don’t have to be ashamed of this”, she said, licking her bottom lip and placing her hand on the bulge in my pants. She stepped closer, unbuckling my belt and letting my fly down. Before I knew it, I was stepping out of my pants and briefs. Somehow in the midst of things, my shirt had disappeared. LeAnne had no idea of what she had done. The beast that I was containing inside of me was now set free and aching for a victim.

The flame of lust that was burning deep within me needed extinguishing, so when LeAnne dropped to her knees and grabbed my rod, I reached down to pull her back up. Fuck that foreplay shit, I needed to be in her. On the way up, catching me by surprise, she paused and placed my sack in her mouth. I flinched as a slight burst of pain shot through me. LeAnne’s mouth felt like a sauna. My balls were swimming in her ocean of saliva, and whatever tricks she was doing with her tongue, had me on my toes. Then she did something that I had never witnessed before. With my scrotum as far as it would go in her mouth, she started humming, and rapidly moving her forefinger and middle finger up and down her throat. Shockwaves of semen made its way to my tip. My body began to stifle and stiffen. I shut my eyes in anticipation, and just like that, LeAnne loosened her grip and released me from her mouth. What I thought that I wanted to skip, I wanted more of. With those types of skills she had just displayed, I most definitely wanted her to baptize my dick in the heavenly realms of her mouth.

She stood up, looking me square in the eyes.  Without hesitation, I yanked the robe from her body and removed her shirt and boy shorts. I stood in awe of the young lady standing before me. Her five-five frame was phenomenally toned almost like an Olympic gymnast. Her golden bronze complexion was flawless. I rushed her; backing her to the wall. Like a mad man possessed, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her kiss said that she wanted me. Mine said that I need her. My erection probed at her. She wrapped her left leg around my back, pulling me even closer to her. I palmed her breast, and pinched her pebble like nipple. She let out a passionate yelp, letting me know that I was doing something right. I reached down to guide myself to her slit, but she placed her hand down there blocking me.

“Hold on a minute, I’ll be right back”, she told me as she let her leg down and headed for the kitchen. I could hear her fondling around. Returning with a gold pack, she ripped it open and unrolled the prophylactic onto my throbbing monster. Getting back into her same position against the wall, she placed her legs around me, as I held her suspended with one arm. By this time, my dick was screaming to be in something; anything wet.  With my free hand, I reached down and tried to go for the gusto once again. This time was a success. Her vagina was tight. She held her breath as I infiltrated her foreign region. Those two signs let me know that it had been a while for her. I froze to make sure that she could handle it. Her hips moved back and forth giving me the ok to continue. The beast in me tried to knock her back through the wall. LeAnne held on with her arms around my neck, holding back her cries. The warrior in her wouldn’t let her bow out. Surprisingly, she propelled her midsection back at me, meeting my thrusts.

 

 

I lowered myself back onto the floor with her on top of me. Without missing a beat, LeAnne held my wrists by the side of my head and pounced her ass up and down on me. Her box splashing its liquids each time she landed. Still holding my hands down, she laid her upper body on mine, only working her hips. Sliding all the way up to the head of my dick, she fucked it at a steady pace, never going all the way down on my shaft. Immediately, I felt a wave rushing from the base of my erection. I wriggled to free my arms from her. I didn’t want to cum yet. I tried pulling out of her but she had the high ground advantage.

“I’m going to control this dick, and fuck it my way” LeAnne taunted in my ear. “You thought that you were just going to wreck my unsuspecting twat, didn’t you?”

LeAnne had flipped the tables on me. Whereas I thought I was going to give her some of the best sex she's ever had, she was putting it down on me. My dick was ready to pop when I felt her grip ease up a little. Quickly I flipped her on her back and pulled out of her, buying myself some time to regain my composure.

“Give it back to me”, LeAnne cried out, as she reached down for what she wanted. I sat up with my legs folded up under me and yanked her body up towards me. Her plump ass landed on my chest with her legs spread eagle off to the side. She was on her shoulders somewhere between my thighs and the floor. Bowing my head as to say my grace, I plunged into her salty sea; tongue first. Her taste was exquisite. I flattened my tongue and lapped from bottom to top, savoring every bit of her wetness that my tongue soaked up. I spread her lips wide apart exposing the hood of her clitoris, stiffened my tongue, and targeted the nucleus of her sensations. I licked circles around it; teasing it, before attacking it, by sucking and pulling on it. LeAnne wiggled, grinded, and purged herself into my mouth. She beat the floor and urged me to eat her sweet sex pot. Still sucking on her fully exposed clit, I inserted two fingers into her sex bucket, moving them in and out, hitting her g-spot. She struggled to get away, but there wasn’t much that she could do with the grip that I had on her.

 

“Oh shit, stop”, she cried out. “I’m cumming!” I felt LeAnne’s legs constrict and her back arching, straightening her body. She let out a loud lioness roar as a pool of hot liquid flooded into my mouth and down my chin. I saturated my face in her twat, basting in her glory.

LeAnne turned violently out of my grasp and onto her stomach. She laid there breathing erratically. She was flat on the floor with one leg up towards her like she was trying to crawl away. The way that she was positioned, her plump bonkie was in the air exposing her drenched vagina to me. Without hesitation, and my rod in hand, I went deep sea fishing, plummeting into her pussy once again. I gave her long deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out, and going in deeper and deeper. LeAnne lifted her backside giving me a better angle of getting in that thing, and get in it I did. She reached beneath herself, grabbed my nut sack, and primed it like a pump that southern grandparents used back in the days for getting water. My monster was solid as solid can be. I wanted to release and I wanted that release right then and there. I pumped even harder into LeAnne. She started crawling down the foyer towards the front door every so often stopping and thrusting her ass back into me and instructing me to spank her. There was no love making in what we were doing; we were straight up fuckin’!

When LeAnne reached the door, she told me to fuck her from the front. She stood up and sat on a table in the foyer. Her legs were opened wide. I stood between her hold each one of them. I had to bend slightly for her to place my weapon of choice into her. She held the edges of the table as I maneuvered inside of her inner core reaching for spots she claimed that have been touched by no other man before. My dick knew no boundaries. LeAnne gyrated and placed one hand around the back of my neck, giving me her all. I felt the buildup swarming to its exit. As we exchanged sex faces, sweat dripped, and moans of unadulterated sexual bliss bounced off the walls. The closer I got to climaxing, the more my pace hastened. I was there. All of my cum had halted at the peak of my dome fighting for that number one spot to be the first out the box.

“Fuck, I'm cummin’!”

LeAnne pushed me out of her. Swiftly, she removed the condom and gripped my boa tightly around the neck stopping it from ejaculating. She reached into a vase that was nearby and pulled out a few of the black roses that was in it. Hurriedly, she plucked the petals from them placing some between her legs and some in the palm of her hand. She reached down, collecting the wetness from her pum-pum and polished my joy toy with it. With the rose petals that were in her palm, she commenced in giving me a hand job. She commanded my rock hard tool to cum for her. I came with excruciating force onto the petals that lay between her thighs. My dick throbbed as my semen flowed seamlessly from it. LeAnne looked me in my eyes, reached for the freshly plucked petals between her legs, and one by one, licked the jism off of them.

After that night, LeAnne made sure that my days of celibacy were no more. From a night of lust, we built something rare. Something that’s sound and profound. Until this day, my slim thick ATL shawty and I are still together.

 

 



 

 

©2013

*Grady Baby: A person born at Grady Hospital in Atlanta, Ga.; & raised in Atlanta.

 

Shout out & a big THANK YOU to That ATL Chick , the model in the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th & 6th pictures. She can be followed on twitter at @ThatATLChic, on Instagram at thatatlchick, and Tumblr at highliterpink.tumblr.com.