It was chaotic, but more than anything, she just wanted to see him, not from afar among the throng of girls in the audience, but up close and personal. She wanted to know what he wanted to talk to her about, why he had invited her to the concert and backstage, and most importantly, just what it all meant to the mysterious man.
Her phone vibrated, breaking her from her thoughts. It was from Eric, and she felt her mind try to switch gears as she unlocked her phone.
“Have you gotten anything yet? Remember to set up the stream, and don’t trust him, he’s up to no good!”
It was hard for her to imagine her husband at home, waiting anxiously for updates, nervous about what might be happening. She decided to take his advice, and pulled up the app that would let her stream the contents of her phone out to the police station and her husband. It was discrete, and once she turned it on, there was no sign that her phone was even on other than the slight warmth emanating from its body. She smiled into the camera, blew it a kiss, and then started looking around the room for a place to set it up.
There wasn’t much that seemed like it would work. She finally decided to hide it in her purse, which she turned on its side and left open just enough so the camera could record outwards. She set it onto the desk, tried to make it look as unexposed as possible, and then sat back down in a chair. From its angle, the camera had a view of about two thirds of the room, only the area by the door was outside of its range. Another minute or two went by, and then the door opened, making Nicole jump slightly in her seat and her heart race with emotion.
“Hey,” Marcus said as he slowly walked into the room. “I’m glad you took me up on my invitation,”
Nikki stood up out of her chair, and looked at him. He was still wearing the half zipped sweatshirt, and she could see his broad chest and well defined muscles underneath. She felt heat wash over her as she focused on articulating words.
“Y-yeah, I’m glad I did too,” she said, feeling stupid. “I mean, I really wanted a chance to talk to you.”
She felt herself wondering about just how this was going to go. It felt like Marcus could see right through her. Like they were playing poker, and not only did he have the lion’s share of the chips, but had also stacked the deck against her.
He stepped closer to her. She felt heat radiating off her body, and felt her thighs begin to quiver. His eyes looked at her intensely, but there was a soft, intimate glow in them that threatened to suck her in. And she found herself wanting to get sucked in.
“Do you want to talk right now?” he asked her, the words leaving his moth slowly and quietly. “Or do you want to talk after?”
Nikki stared at him, her entire body aching for his touch, and felt her lips begin to form words voluntarily.
“After…” she said to him.
It was as though the starting pistol for a race had gone off. Marcus kissed her passionately, and she felt her arms wrapped around him. Their tongues flicked into each other’s mouths, testing the waters as they pushed their faces together.
Nikki felt his hands slide across her back, quickly reaching the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up. She stuck her arms up in the air and felt the fabric slide across her face as he lifted it off her. They were kissing again, and Marcus roughly pushed her towards the bed, unzipping his sweatshirt and freeing his broad shoulders from it.
He pushed her flat onto the bed, and climbed on top of her, kissing her lips, her face, and the exposed flesh of her breasts, and then ripped her bra off forcefully. She moaned, and began undoing his belt. She could feel his hardness pressing against the confines of his jeans, and she unzipped his pants and slid them down.
Marcus groped at her breasts and kissed her fiercely. He pushed his lips against her neck, and bit her gently.
“I know why you’re here Nikki, and I’m going to fuck you anyway,” he said to her. “With your husband and coworkers watching,” he whispered into her ear.
She felt emotion sweep through her. The logical part of her brain was screaming for her to put a stop to it, to end it there and cut her losses. Her lust was overriding them, however, and she felt her womanhood pulse with desire for him. She needed him, she needed him to take her right then and right there, and the need pushed the consequences out of her mind.
Marcus pulled down his boxer briefs, exposing his rock hard cock to her eyes. It was bigger than any Nikki had ever seen before, and she had to fight off a gasp when she saw it. He quickly pulled down her panties, and pushed it inside of her.
Nikki’s cunt was wet and ready. She felt his huge dick pushing inside of her, stretching her, filling her up, and wanted more. She moaned with erotic lust and wrapped her arms around him, urging him on with her finger nails.
Marcus fucked her hard and raw. His dick pounded into her cunt, with the sound of their flesh meeting echoing rhythmically throughout the room.
“Oh god,” Nikki cried out. “Fuck me Marcus,”
“That’s right,” he whispered into her ear. “You are going to be my little slut from now on,”
Nikki began to tense up, and felt pleasure wrack her body violently as she went into the throes of an orgasm. Ecstasy shot through her body in waves, and she realized that she was screaming. She never screamed normally in sex, but it wasn’t something she could hold back. This man had taken her and was using her, and she loved every second of it.
“That’s right,” said Marcus. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”
He began pounding her even harder. Nikki was almost in a daze from the intense feeling still flowing through her body, and didn’t realize until too late that Marcus had pulled his dick out and brought it in front of her face. He grabbed her hair roughly and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Nikki never gave oral sex. It just wasn’t something that her modest mindset allowed for, at least not until that moment. She began sucking Marcus’s cock lovingly, using her tongue the best she could to massage his hard shaft and letting her lips do the rest.
After a couple moments of this, she felt Marcus tense up. He groaned, and then pulled his rock hard member out from between her lips, making a small popping noise as he did. Nikki looked directly at the head of his cock as it began to explode, feeling the white hot load of cum splash into her mouth and against her tongue.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” said Marcus.
The two of them breathed heavy as silence settled into the room. Marcus collapsed onto the bed, and without meaning to, Nikki found herself curling up against his shoulder. Another minute went by, and then all of the sudden, he began to speak again.
“I do know why you’re here, Nikki,” he said to her. “I know all of it.”
Nikki’s inner conflict had reached a pitched and heated state of intensity, and she didn’t hear him at first. Her phone was still streaming, still sending the feed back to her husband and coworkers. They had seen everything, seen her expose herself and become a slut for this man. How could she ever go home?
“How?” she asked him. “How could you know? Why did…why did this have to happen?”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” he said. “I meant to tell you the truth, and send you on your way.”
Nikki was silent. Marcus sighed, and then continued.
“Yes, my house was attacked recently. And yes, I did respond with an attack of my own,”
He looked her right in the eyes, and somehow, she knew that what he was telling her was the truth.
“MY wife…my first wife, died many years ago. In an attack much like that one, but not against me.”
Nikki could hear the emotion in his voice. Marcus turned away for a second, and took a deep breath before continuing.
“It was a cartel hit, against someone totally unrelated to us,” he said slowly. “She was caught in the crossfire. They took her from me, a bunch of drug cartel assassins took her from me, all because they use violence and machine guns to buy their bread.”
He stood up from the bed and turned away from Nik
ki. It was only now that she saw his bare back for the first time, and the scars that seemed to adorn every inch of it.
“I’ve never stopped fighting them ever since,” he said, still turned away. “It’s easier to do now that I have the money and the means, but they have money, too. And more manpower.”
Nikki thought about what she was hearing, and finally spoke up.
“Why didn’t you tell the police about this from the beginning?” she asked him.
“Because I’m still breaking laws, just for a better reason than most,” he said with a pained smile.
“They will know now, though,” she said, her voice lined with worry for him. “The feed from my camera, it-“
“It’s disconnected,” he said. “I’ve been jamming your cell phone since the moment I walked in.”
Nikki looked at Marcus, and saw a deeper and darker mystery beginning to unfold in front of her. She thought for a while, and then wrapped a sheet around her and walked over to him.
“What should I do?” she asked him. “I want to help you, if I can,”
Marcus turned towards her and smiled his coy smile, looking deep into her eyes.
“Just go home, then,” he said. “Go home, pretend this never happened, and I’ll let you know if there is anything you can do.”
He began getting dressed. Nikki sat on the bed for a while longer, feeling her heart race at the idea of trying to put the events of the day behind her. Was it really possible to pretend that something this intense, this forbidden, and this erotic, had never happened?
“I can’t stay,” he said to her once he was fully clothed. “You can take your time getting dressed, and think about what you want to do. Just tell Ed when you’re ready to go, he’ll be waiting right outside the door.”
He turned and began to walk out of the room.
“Wait!” Nikki cried as he opened the door. Instead of stopping, he just turned, smiled at her, and then continued out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
Nikki sat down on the bed, and began to cry inexplicable tears. She pulled out her phone, and after a moment, typed in a text message to Eric.
“I’ll be home soon, honey. Nothing happened, didn’t even need to use the stream.”
Unbeknownst to her, it was just the beginning.
END
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By
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
PROLOGUE
“Oh god Dominic, don’t stop!”
Jenny was deep in a state of animalistic lust. Dominic was pumping his big cock into her with intensity, his dark skin color seeming to contrast against the paleness of her body. Aaron had stopped snapping photos and stood watching, mouth agape, as a much more muscular and masculine man fucked his wife.
It wasn’t supposed to go this far, thought Jenny. This was supposed to be just a regular photo shoot, with a small erotic overtone, nothing on this level. But as she felt Dominic’s huge dick pump into her faster and faster, stretching her cunt out in a way that was far beyond anything she had ever experienced before, she found herself being glad that the line had been crossed.
“Oh yeah, that’s right Jen,”” said Dominic, breathing heavy. “How does it feel to get fucked by a real man’s cock?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Jen could see her husband slink back towards the door, completely emasculated. She couldn’t see the look on her his face, but somehow, she had a pretty good idea of what it must be like.
CHAPTER 1
It was a quiet Monday afternoon, and Jenny was making her way home from the grocery store. The sun was shining, and the gentle fall breeze swept leaves up into the air and deposited them gently into the street. Jenny pulled into her driveway, noticing that her husband’s car was still gone, and parked.
She climbed out of her sedan and began carrying her groceries inside. It had been a very calm day for her, as usual. After finishing up with school and earning an advanced degree in the spring, she had been looking for work and finding little that was appropriate, credentials wise. The past couple of months had been boring, but also very relaxing, and gave her a chance to give the life of a stay at home wife a try.
Jenny carried her bags in threw the front door and set them down on the kitchen table. There was a letter addressed to her husband’s work address on the table, the envelope already torn open. It seemed unusual to her, as Aaron generally tried to keep his work as far away from the house as possible.
Jenny’s husband was a photographer, mostly of weddings, couples and stock photos. From what he had told Jenny, it all sounded very drab and unexciting, but the level to which he kept it to himself still made her somewhat curious.
She picked up the envelope, and held it in her hands, feeling the thickness of the paper and wondering what was inside. She didn’t just have to wonder, and after a quick mental rationalization about how it was already opened, and laying out in the open, she reached into it.
There was a stack of photos inside, which she quickly began thumbing through. Most of them were of a cute looking interracial couple, and were completely in line with what she had seen before of her husband’s work.
As she continued flipping through them, however, Jenny began to notice that an increasing amount of the photos seemed to have a more intimate overtone. The black man had his hands on the white woman in a way that seemed to cross beyond what most photographers would try to get out of a photo shoot.
The last photo in the stack gave Jenny a moment of pause. It featured the man on top of the woman, kissing her neck brazenly. The woman’s shirt was off, and her large, milky white breasts could be seen being pushed together by her tiny bra. Jenny felt a strangely hot feeling spread through her as she stared at the scene.
Jenny heard the front door opening. Her husband walked into the house and made his way into the kitchen.
“Hey honey, how was your…day?” he said, his words trailing off as he saw the photos in her hand.
“It was fine, uneventful,” she said, looking at him suspiciously. “What are these?”
“Those are nothing,” Aaron started to say, with droplets of sweat spontaneously forming on his forehead. “I mean, where did you find those? They’re just from a recent shoot I did where the client had…a special request.”
Jenny looked at her husband, still very skeptical.
“Exactly what kind of request?” she asked him. “These seem almost pornographic,”
“No, no, no!” Aaron stammered. He attempted to take the photos out of her hand, but she held them out of his reach.
“I just have a client who really likes the idea of, uh, couples in love,” he said to her. “Couples where the man and woman are from different races.”
Jenny wasn’t sure how to respond. She wasn’t sure if she understood exactly what her husband was saying, and his reaction just made her all the more curious.
“So it’s nothing illicit?” she asked him.
“No, of course not!” he replied quickly.
“Would you mind if I sat in for one of your shoots, then?”
“I me
an, they are usually private, you know, for the sake of the models,”
“Honey, this is an issue of trust,” she said.
Aaron looked at her, and then averted his gaze down to the floor. After a couple of long seconds , he looked back up at her and smiled.
“If you really want to honey, sure,” he said to her. “I’m doing one in my studio tomorrow that you can come by for, if you want.”
“Okay, I will,” Jenny said to him.
The two of them spent the rest of the night relaxing. Jenny made dinner, and they both ate it, making small talk. The subject of the photo shoot did not come up again, but in the back of her mind, it was all Jenny could think about.
CHAPTER 2
Aaron had told her about a photo shoot happening at noon. It wasn’t until 12:45 that Jenny made her way over, having been distracted by an old college acquaintance she ran into at the gym. She parked her car outside the nondescript building that her husband did all of his shoots out of, and headed inside.
She walked down the hallway towards the main photography room, and opened the door. What she saw when she walked inside made her breath catch in her throat.
A broad shouldered, muscular black man with short, neatly cut hair and a light beard was buttoning up his shirt. His chest was exposed through the open slit of the fabric, and Jenny couldn’t help but stare at his impressive pecs. She felt her heart begin to beat faster as she looked at him, and his eyes met hers.
“Hi,” he said to her with a flirtatious smile. “You must be Jenny, your husband said you might stop by.”
“Yes…that’s me,” she said to him, feeling almost at a loss for words. He stepped closer to her, and heat seemed to spread through her body.
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