Dark Ride

by Laurel Landon

  Well, she ended up getting pregnant her junior year of high school. Her parents threw her out of the house and she ended up over in Siler City with her black boyfriend and a trailer full of biracial youngins last I heard. Word had it that she was happy though. The cock must have been worth it I decided.

  I looked up at Nathan Crawl. Damned if he wasn't beautiful and sexy as all get out.

  Mostly, I knew I wanted to be his fuck doll.

  "So pretty. Is your cunt lonely, Miss Baker?" He asked, absentmindedly as his large dark finger ran a line from my ass to my clit, slowly and deliberately. I saw his tongue flicker over his bottom lip. I whimpered, and wriggled my but against the rough wooden table. I needed more than what he was giving me. I tilted my head back, closing my eyes.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Call me 'sir' one more time and I won't get any foreplay done. I'll fuck the sense right out of you and then fuck you again for good measure," he said, taking a step closer to where I needed him.

  I opened my eyes and stared right at him.

  "Yes, sir." I was taunting him because I didn't need soft and romantic. I didn't need foreplay.

  I wanted rough and demanding. I craved to see a man lose control for the sole purpose of fucking the sense right out of me.

  "Good answer," he murmured as he popped off the button of his jeans, slid the zipper down and freed the anaconda that was his cock.

  Holy mother of all that was sin. My eyes widened at the scene, my mouth parted with the knowledge that I was about to get impaled by the massive dick before me.

  I may have had an orgasm on the spot.

  "Don't worry, little girl. It'll fit."

  I'd taken Sex-Ed classes. I knew anything could fit in my pussy if lubed up enough. That wasn't the reason for my reaction.

  I just couldn't wait to experience it. Now.

  Spreading my legs wider, I brought my finger to my cunt and stuck a finger inside, getting myself nice and wet for his massive dick.

  "No foreplay needed. Rip me apart, if you want. If you can. I want to be able to rethink of this exact moment while I'm getting myself off, in two, ten or twenty years. I have no doubt, Nathan, that you will be the best fuck of my life. You ever fucked a white girl before, Nathan?"

  His gaze on me was serious and intent. A look of pure lust crossed over his face. "Can't say that I have, but there's always a first, and I'm willing and able as you can see."

  No sooner had his words landed on my ears, then Nathan had his hands on my thighs and his dick poking at my slick entrance.

  "Condom!" I quickly blurted out. I wasn't on the pill and God forbid I got pregnant. It wasn't like I was having sex with my fiancé and even in the Bible belt, we didn't quite believe in the Immaculate Conception.

  "Don't have one. Wasn't exactly expecting this, you know."

  I grinned as his immediate retreat, seeing the precum oozing from the head of his dick as he did so.

  "Good thing I'm a good girl scout," I said with a sly grin, reaching for my purse and taking out a foil packet. Extra large for her pleasure.

  Yeah, I anticipated his size.

  Nathan visibly relaxed, knowing he was about to get lucky after all.

  I tossed him the packet and watched, mesmerized as he slid the condom down his smooth black length and then zeroed in on me.

  "Ready to scream, little girl?" He asked, piercing me with his hungry stare.

  "Yes, sir."

  In one quick step, Nathan had one hand in my hair, the other on my hip and his dick buried deep inside my pussy.

  "Holy shit, you have the tightest cunt I've ever felt. Good God, girl. How I am supposed to walk away from Heaven?"

  I don't know why his words warmed my heart, but they did. I wanted to feel this cherished for the rest of my life, all the while being fucked like the slut I knew I'd be treated like if anyone found out what I was doing at that moment.

  "Harder, Nathan. Please." I begged, as he brought his mouth to mine and invaded my senses from cunt to mouth.

  His hips pistoned, in and out, with carnal urgency as the hand he'd had on my hip slid over between our bodies and circled my clit. I was two seconds from falling apart. From coming all over his dick.

  "That's right, little girl. Squeeze that cunt of yours nice and tight around my dick. Do it. Hell yeah!"

  In those moments of total bliss, I felt like a queen. I also felt like a whore. I loved it in equal measure.

  Nathan pulled on my hair, forcing my head to fall back. His mouth latched on to my nipple and sucked it inside as his tongue flicked it mercilessly.

  "I'm gonna come, Nathan. Oh my God, I'm gonna..." I did as promised. My pussy convulsed, my muscles squeezing my to high heaven and my voice echoed around the walls of the beaten down cabin.

  Soon after, I heard Nathan's groan as he emptied himself inside the condom, his fingers painfully curling around my hair.

  Before we could catch our breaths, the door to the cabin burst open from the hinges with a brutal force. Lord Almighty! My worst nightmare came to life!

  My daddy was staring at a picture he could have never imagined in his wildest dreams.

  His little girl impaled by a big black man, her face flushed from the extraordinary orgasm she had just been gifted.

  I was fucked. And not in a good way.

  Chapter 3

  I was talking to Velma on the phone in my bedroom. Daddy had gone to work, and the house was empty with the exception of Charlotte, our housekeeper and me.

  "So, what happened then?" she asked excitedly.

  "Oh God, it was so horrible," I told her. "I thought Daddy was going to kill the both of us! If he'd had his shotgun with him, I'm not so sure he wouldn't have. He hollered for me to pull my dress down, and warned Nathan that if he saw his black ass in town ever again he'd take a whip to him and get away with it!"

  "No he didn't," she rasped, clearly shocked. "Did Nathan run outta there?"

  I smiled reflecting back on that horrible moment. "Actually, he acted totally unaffected. He pulled his dick out of me and it was still glistening with our juices on it. He took his time, pulling up his jeans and fastening them up. He never said a word to Daddy. He shrugged, tossed me a wink and left the boat house."

  "Are you serious?" she asked, totally enthralled with my re-telling of what had happened. "So what did your daddy say to you?"

  "He told me that what I'd done was unacceptable. He'd come looking for me because some nosy old lady had spotted us going in there and called him. She thought I'd been forced into that boat house. Yeah right!"

  We both giggled at that notion.

  "Anyway, he said if he ever caught me with a black guy again, I was out of the house for good. You know what?"

  "What?"

  "I don't give a damn, Velma. Those few minutes with Nathan in that damn boat house were the best ever. I only hope he didn't take Daddy's threat to heart."

  I heard Velma sigh from her end. "Well, what are you going to do?" she asked.

  "I need your help, Vel. Daddy has everyone in town keeping an eye out on me. He gave them some stupid story about me having a stalker. I can't go risk going down to Pike Street. Can you take a message to him for me, please?"

  There was a pause on the other end. "Well . . . I don't want Bruce getting word I was down where all those guys are laying pipe," she said.

  "Listen," I said, "just give him my private phone number. Tell him to call me, that's all you have to do. I promise it will just take a second. Please?"

  "Okkay," she finally relented, "But Jen, are you sure you know what you're doing here? If Jeremy Wayne ever gets wind of this---"

  "Fuck that white boy. He's out of town for another four weeks. Besides that, he doesn't know how to fuck me the way I wanna be fucked. I need Nathan again. I swear I need that black cock inside of me again. It's driving me nuts."

  "How in the hell are you gonna manage that?" she asked.

  "Big house here. My room's on the other side of the house.
Daddy has no way of knowing who sneaks in and out through my bedroom window. Jeremy's done it enough, trust me."

  We ended the call with Velma promising she'd make a trip downtown to give Nathan the message before five. I needed him here tonight.

  I took a bubble bath, piling my long dark curls on top of my head. I ran the sponge all over my body, my eyes closed, remembering how his hands, his lips and his tongue had felt as they traveled all over my creamy white skin.

  I wanted him in my bed. I wanted to see how our bodies looked connected: dark skin flush against white skin. I bet it was a beautiful sight.

  At a little after five, Charlotte tapped on my bedroom door. "Prudence," she called out, "I'm getting ready to leave for the day, child. Do you need anything?"

  "No, Charlotte. I'm good. Thanks."

  "Well, alright then. There's some cold chicken and potato salad in the fridge if you get hungry. Your daddy has a town meeting so he won't be home until eight-thirty or nine."

  "Thanks, Charlotte. See you tomorrow," I replied just as the phone on my nightstand rang.

  I jumped across my bed to answer it. My heart raced as the deep, manly voice resonated in my ear.

  "It's Nathan, got your message, Ms. Baker."

  "Don't you think we know one another enough for you to cal me Pru?" I teased.

  There was dead silence.

  I sighed. "I need you to come over, Nathan. I feel like we didn't finish what we started the other day."

  I heard him release a hard sigh from the other end of the phone. "Are you fixing to get me shot, little girl?"

  His tone almost sounded amused. "Daddy's not here. Won't be home until later this evening. I need you to fuck me."

  He let go of a soft, deep chuckle. "Like the black dick do you?"

  My pussy pulsed at his words. "I've got a craving for it, I admit. I'd like to taste it, unless of course, you have an objection to that? I'd like to run my tongue very slowly along the length of it, and then suck the cockhead and watch it grow. Then maybe deep throat it and suck it until my throat is coated with your precum."

  I heard a manly growl from the other end and I smiled, knowing that I'd definitely piqued his interest. "Is your big black dick hard thinking about what I want to do to it, Nathan? I crooned.

  "Give me directions, Pru," he said in a husky growl.

  I gave him the address, along with directions to my bedroom window. There were shrubs that hid my room from street view, so I assured him he'd have no worries about nosey neighbors around here. But I warned him to wait until it was dark out before coming around.

  The last thing he said to me was, "This time, no condoms, white girl. I want you to feel my skin against the inside of your pink, juicy cunt. I want you to feel every fucking drop of my cum when I get off inside of you, and when it drips back out of your pussy hours later, do you hear?"

  I felt my pussy clench and dampen with his sexy words.

  "Answer me," he demanded.

  "Yes, Nathan. I understand. Whatever you say."

  "I say get ready for the dark ride tonight, Ms. Prudence."

  Chapter 4

  It was a bit after ten o'clock when I heard the soft tapping at my bedroom window at the side of the house. I was wearing only a silk shift. I hadn't even bothered with panties, knowing they'd only be ripped off within minutes of Nathan getting inside my room.

  I hurried over to the window and pushed the curtains aside raising the sash in an instant. Nathan only took seconds to hoist his large, muscular body through the window, landing on his feet just inches from me.

  I gazed up at him, already mesmerized by his size, his closeness, and the heady scent of male testosterone that seemed to be seeping from every pore of his dark chocolate skin. He was wearing a black wife beater tee, and dark khaki pants.

  My hand reached up to trace one of the corded muscles that bulged from his triceps, but his large hand quickly brushed me away. He turned and closed the curtains.

  "We're not puttin' a show on here little girl," he growled. "You got lights on in here, and I don't give a damn how secluded your bedroom window is, they's still people out and about on a night this hot and humid."

  I smirked, and now that the curtains were closed, resumed fondling his muscular body with my hand, letting it glide slowly over his damp, dark skin. "Mmm, well aren't you glad to come in outta the heat then, Nathan?" I teased coyly. "We've got our AC going full blast for your comfort."

  He remained silent, toeing off his shoes and I watched as he padded over to my bedroom door to make sure it was securely locked. When he stooped down and lifted the pink dust ruffle on my bed, I couldn't help but giggle.

  "And what exactly are you looking for?" I asked, "Or is it just paranoia?"

  He got back up, and pulled his shirt up and over his head. "Got reason to be. Don't want any unexpected visitors busting in this time. Had to make sure you wasn't setting me up."

  I walked over to where he was unfastening his belt and I frowned as I gazed up at his eyes. "And why would I do that since I flat out told you I had a craving for your cock?"

  He scoffed, as he pulled the belt off and dropped it to the carpeted floor. "Why mine?" he asked, unbuttoning his fly where my eyes quickly widened at the growing bulge in his crotch.

  "Because I loved the way it felt . . . you know, when you were fucking me the other day. You hit some very sweet spots. It made me want more," I replied sincerely.

  "So, white girl loves black cock, is that about right? Don't the white boys do it for you?"

  I cocked my head, and let my tongue flicker across my bottom lip seductively. "Not quite as well as you," I replied.

  And then I dropped down to my knees in front of him. My hand brushed his away from where he'd been unfastening his fly.

  I finished the job.

  As his big, rigid cock sprang free, it slapped against his abdomen. "Damn bitch," he sighed, "You done got me hard as a fucking rock just thinking about that tight white pussy of yours. Mmm."

  My hand grasped his dick, but his girth was suck that I couldn't completely close my fingers around it. I lowered my lips to it, and slowly and leisurely ran my tongue up and down the full length of it.

  Nathan groaned as my tongue darted into the slit, capturing the clear beads of precum that had gathered there. I lapped them up, twirling my tongue in a circular motion around the head of his cock. He groaned again, his hands now fisting my hair. "That's it baby, suck my cock like your life depends on it, hear?"

  I nodded, and opened my mouth, drawing him inside, and trying like hell to fight my gag reflex at the size of his dick. I failed. I gagged.

  "Is it too big for you, baby?" Nathan soothed.

  I released his cock, and allowed my hand to jack it for a moment while I swallowed the saliva that had gathered at the back of my throat. "Oh no, I'm good. I can handle you, Nathan."

  He chuckled softly as I once again took possession of his cock in my mouth. My hands gently massaged his balls, and I loved it that he was rocking back on his heels, his hands once again gripping my head as he rocked into me. "God damn, girl. You gonna make me lose my load. We can't have that, hear?"

  But I was on a mission. I wanted to show Nathan Crawl that I could not only blow his cock, but I could blow his mind as well with my sexual expertise. His body was exquisite in every way. His balls were full and firm, loaded with his magic seed that I wanted inside of me. He tasted better than any other guy I'd blown before.

  I moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of my mouth, the head of his dick rubbing against my tonsils, but I didn't gag; I didn't flinch. As far as I was concerned, he could shoot his big load down my throat and I would swallow every damn drop of it. I knew as virile as Nathan was, he'd have more ready and waiting to spill into my pussy in a matter of minutes.

  But, Nathan had other plans it seemed. He pulled his dick from my mouth, and quickly removed his pants. In a flash, he pulled me up from where I'd been kneeling, and pulled my silk nightie up and
over my head.

  "What?" I started, but he was a man on a mission, and I shivered at the intensity with which he was executing that mission.

  "I told you I wanted to come inside that pussy, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

  And I knew I needed to press him to use a condom, and that he wasn't going to be pleased. "I've . . . I've got condoms in the drawer next to the bed," I squeaked as he picked me up and walked the few steps over to my bed.

  He laid me face up on my bed, and my eyes caught the side of his glistening hard dick, as he kneed my thighs apart, one of his large hands grasping his erection as he guided it towards my hungry pussy. "I done told you no rubbers. I want to feel your juicy pussy against the skin of my dick. Now we doing this or not?" he asked, the head of his cock barely touching my hole.

  I bit my lower lip with uncertainty. "What . . . what if you get me pregnant?" I whined.

  "That's a chance you'll have to take. I can't make no promises little girl."

  This was torture. Pure torture. But I knew in the end my hunger for lust would win out over my better judgment. "Fuck me, Nathan," I mewled. "Fuck me good with that big, black cock of yours."

  And with that, Nathan thrust his cock into me, grunting with the effort. His hands were now braced on either side of me, palm side down, as he rocked in and out of me with delicious precision and prowess.

  "Mmm," I moaned with every thrust he pushed into me. My legs wrapped around his hips, and as he continued pummeling me with his rock hard cock, my toes dug into his muscular ass cheeks, and my mind was devoid of anything other than the pleasure he was giving me.

  His head dipped down, and his lips found mine, his tongue plunging inside with a hunger that nearly sucked the breath out of me. My tongue explored his mouth, and I loved his taste there too.

  "You like the way I fuck you, Pru?" he asked, his tongue now tracing a path along my jaw as I bucked up against him, mewling like a hungry kitten.