by JJ Argus
“Too bad. I wouldn't mind seeing you in a bikini.”
I snorted, considered telling him I hadn't worn one, but decided not to. We were alone in the house, after all.
We played a little pool and talked about college, and which schools we'd gone to, and then he decided to 'teach me' how to play pool better. That involved coming in behind me, and kind of putting his arms out past me on either side to grip the pool cue, and kind of pressing himself against me.
But he wasn't pressing his crotch against me, so I put that as a mark in his favor. He had some class, after all (more than a lot of the guys I knew). And he was kind of smooth. And his arms were very strong looking!
His hand on mine – on the pool cue – was huge, and even if he wasn't squeezing hard it gave me a hot little flutter at the strength and power it showed.
“Are you gonna be on the football team or something?” I asked, my chest a bit tight as I turned around after the shot.
“Why? You think a black guy needs an athletic scholarship to get into an ivy league school?”
“You're kind of defensive about the whole black things, aren't you?”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I mostly meant you're big and athletic looking.”
“I lift weights,” he said.
Then to prove it he lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the pool table, which at least put us mostly eye to eye.
“I don't think I can play pool from here,” I said, my heart beating faster as he moved in closer.
“No? I'm sure I can show you other ways to play.”
I leaned back, but he was still standing right against the pool table, and since my legs were apart, that meant he was between them.
“You know what they say about Black guys and blonde girls?” he asked, leaning forward.
“Wh-what?”
“They say that blondes can't resist black guys.”
“Yeah, I don't think they say that,” I said. “I think what they say is Black guys have this thing for blondes.”
“I thought you didn't know what they said.”
“I lied.”
I had to prop myself up with my arms or go back even further, which didn't leave a hand free to push him back as he leaned over further.
“You can get in trouble for that at Princeton, you know. They have an honor code.”
“Yeah? I'm not at Princeton.”
“Consider this Princeton territory.”
“And what happens when you lie?”
“You get punished, of course.”
That made my heart almost skip a beat! That was what Teagan had said just the other day!
Chapter Six
“You ever watch Conan the Barbarian?” I gulped.
“You think I'm a barbarian?” he asked with a smirk.
He leaned back, then peeled his shirt up and off to reveal his muscular body. He pulled his hands into fists and brought his arms out to the sides, then up to make his biceps stand out.
They did. A lot!
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” I asked, as casual as I could.
He snorted, then he reached out and gently pulled my glasses off. Then he grabbed my arms and jerked me upright again so that our faces were inches apart.
“Yeah.”
Then he kissed me. It was an entirely different kind of kiss to the ones I'd gotten from Kenzie and Teagan the other day. It was fierce, ferocious and hungry, and I was overwhelmed by it from the start. My hands came up and pressed against him instinctively, which of course, put my fingers against his bare chest.
My fingers began to roam up and down on their own as his arms slid around me, and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed harder. He leaned forward, which forced me back, and back, and back until I was laying on my back on the pool table with him above me!
His hands, no longer around me, separated. One went up through my hair while the other went to my left breast. The feel of his big hand against it made my pulse race, and when he squeezed it felt as if he was squeezing a bottle of hot water that gushed up through my body!
The sexual pressure rose like a rocket inside me to the point I was almost trembling with it. Then he pulled back and yanked me upright once more. His hands dropped my arms, gripped my top, and peeled it quickly up over my head.
I gasped, my head already floundering in the wild mix of heady excitement, not sure what to do. I wanted him. I wanted him badly! But I wanted him... a certain way!
“Did I say you could do that?” I gulped, pushing against his chest.
“I didn't ask.”
Oooh, that was hot!
“You should have asked. I'm the one in charge,” I said. “Maybe I should punish you.”
I reached out and gripped his nipples and twisted them.
“Ow! Bitch!” he said, slapping my hands away.
I laughed at him and stuck my tongue out.
“Maybe I'll let you massage my pretty feet if you ask nicely,” I said in my most arrogant tone.
“Oh yeah? That's mighty white of you.”
He pushed me back so I fell back onto the table, then gripped my pants and yanked them down!
I squealed as he pulled them past my knees, then yanked them off completely, which popped my shoes off too! He had a firm hold of my bare legs then, and lifted them up onto his shoulders!
“Now which foot was I supposed to be massage?” he asked.
He pushed one knee back and let his hand slide down around my ankle to my bare foot.
“I-I didn't give you permission to take my pants off!” I said sternly, trying to sit up.
“You get another nipple twist for that!”
I tried to reach his chest and he snorted in amusement and shoved me back.
“Maybe it's you who needs to be punished, huh, white girl?”
He pulled me off the table, then spun me around and bent me over it.
“Nice thong,” he said.
Crack! His hand slapped against my mostly bare bottom!
“Ow!” I yelped.
Then he yanked the thong down! OMG!
“Hey! You need to learn how to ask permission!”
Crack!
“Bitch. I don't ask permission.”
Then his big hand was thrust between my thighs and cupping my pussy! I suddenly felt incredibly hot down there, and squealed as my body muscles spasmed!
“You're the one needs to do what she's told, baby,” he said. “Conan don't take no shit from no female.”
And with that I felt something thick and hard sinking in between the lips of my sex! I almost hyperventilated as I tried to stand up or turn around, but he put a big hand against the back of my neck to bend me over and hold me in place as something pushed into the mouth of my sex, kind of rubbed in a circular motion, then pushed slowly into me!
“Ahh!” I gasped. “What is that!?”
“Just my thumb, baby,” he said in amusement.
Fuck it was thick for a thumb!
“I didn't say you could – !” Crack!
“Ahh! Ow! Bastard!”
Crack!
“Bitch,” he said in amusement.
I squealed as his thumb, if that was what it was, slid deep inside me! It felt as thick as a cock! And almost as long! The rest of his fingers were kind of rubbing at the top – which was now the bottom – of my sex. Against my clit, in other words!
“You got one fine ass, baby,” he said.
“Don't touch my ass! Bastard!” I gasped.
Crack!
“I told you I don't take orders from bitches.”
Crack!
“Ow!”
I felt my bra being undone, and squealed, grabbing at it – until he gripped my hair and yanked on it. Then my hands instinctively grabbed at my hair and he was able to yank my bra off!
He gripped my hair and jerked me upright, and I cried out again at the sharp sting to my scalp! Then he spun me around again, gripped my hips and lifted me up so I was sitting on the edge of the po
ol table again. Only now I was completely naked!
“Nice tits,” he said.
“Bastard,” I said.
I slapped his face. Well, sort of. I slapped his cheek, but not at all hard. He just looked at me so I slapped it again. Then again. He just smirked. I went to grab his nipples but he seized my wrists and then shoved them and me back onto my back on the pool table with him atop me!
He kissed me roughly again, then lowered his mouth, chewing along the nape of my neck, then down onto my left breast. I gasped and twisted in his grasp as he opened his mouth wide and then closed it on the center of my breast. He was sucking and biting at the same time! His tongue swept in circles around my nipple, then back and forth across it!
He shifted to my other breast, biting and sucking and licking, his teeth... chewing on my flesh that it ached, but it ached in a hot, throbbing, incredibly hot way!
He slid lower, raining small bits across my stomach, then my abdomen, his hands sliding down my arms until they were gripping my wrists at my sides. He let go, then, sinking to his knees and forcing my legs wide apart. A moment later his big tongue slid up and down over my pussy in a way which almost made me want to scream!
“Hot little blonde slut,” he growled.
He plunged his tongue into me! I cried out, squirming and twisting as his big arms pinned my thighs down and his tongue pushed in deeper, pumping in and out!
I was rapidly overheating, the excitement becoming feverish. It was... intoxicating! And when you're intoxicated you don't necessarily think straight. I reached down and gripped his hair, his dreadlocks, and yanked on them to pull his mouth in harder.
He jerked my hands off and continued, and I grabbed at his hair again, making him curse.
I laughed.
“Fuckin' bitch!” he said in annoyance.
“That's princess Emma to you, you ignorant barbarian!” I taunted breathlessly.
Since he'd taken the pressure off my thighs to pull my hands out of his hair I squirmed backward on the table, out of reach, sticking my tongue out at him. My heart was pounding as I tried to figure out how to get him to do what I wanted without asking – and without pissing him off for real.
He moved quickly for a big man, though, he moved around the side and leaned over to grab my ankle. I squealed as he pulled me back to him then off the table completely! He bent me over again and pinned me as I tried awkwardly to kick him.
Then he pulled my arms up and back and I felt something like a strap going around my bare arms. I gasped as they were pulled further back and then in towards each other.
“Hey! Ow! What are you doing!?”
My arms were forced back sharply by some kind of thick leather strap that he'd wrapped around them just above the elbows!
He flipped me around and I found myself lying back on the edge of the pool table again, this time on my arms, which wouldn't move! I tried to twist my head and body to see what held them but could only see a strap going around my left arm!
Then I saw he'd removed his belt!
“I didn't say you could tie me up, pervert!”
“I didn't ask, bitch.”
He dropped low, spreading my legs painfully wide again, and his tongue set to work on my pussy!
“Bastard! Fucking... asshole!” I gasped. “Pervert!”
It was getting harder to talk as my heart beat faster. His tongue started licking rapidly over my clitoris and my voice fell apart along with my mind. A long, thick finger pushed up into me as he licked harder, and my mind collapsed completely as the muscles in my lower belly and legs began to spasm.
My hips bucked and jerked as I writhed atop the table. My back arched and I cried out, my body writhing and jerking as the pressure exploded inside me. It was a long and very intense orgasm. It went on and on as his tongue licked wildly at my clitoris and his fingers twisted and turned and pumped inside me!
I had almost run out of breath by the time it faded. Or, really, I had run out and gulped in more, but then forgot how to breathe. I went limp, my chest heaving as I gulped in air, and his tongue moved upwards, up my belly, up over my breasts, his teeth seizing each nipple and biting down just enough to make me cry out, then letting it go to lick and suck.
He licked his way back down to my pussy again, jerking my thighs roughly apart, then attacked my pussy! His tongue plunged deep, then licked hard at my clitoris as his fingers pushed into me instead! I moaned as I felt myself stretched wider and wider by his big fingers. Then his lips began to suck rhythmically against my clitoris and another orgasm tore through me!
Convulsions wracked my body, and I jerked and bucked and twisted there beneath him as my nervous system overloaded, pleasure flaying my mind as I wallowed in passion and heat!
I went limp again, gasping, and he straightened. I felt something warm against my belly, and raised my head, my eyes feeling glassy. I saw his... cock... laying along my belly, and I blinked in surprise, in doubt, in confusion, and then in both excitement and alarm!
He was huge!
His cock looked as thick as my wrist!
“See what I got for you, blonde girl?”
I tried to sit up.
“I... didn't say... you could put... your dirty cock in me!” I gasped.
He jerked up on my legs so I fell back onto my arms.
“Didn't ask.”
I felt the pressure growing against my pussy, felt the head being pushed against it and rubbing slowly up and down, trying to sink in. Slowly, it forced me open and began to sink into me. I felt the strain, the sharp ache, and then the fullness inside as the head began to push deeper!
I wanted to shout at him and tell him to stop but I was afraid he would!
“Bastard! Freak!” I cried.
He lifted my legs up and shoved them back, jamming my knees down against the soft red felt of the pool table below me, raising my ass up as he leaned in and pushed harder. I stared at this thick spear of black flesh jammed against me, and saw it slowly pushing forward, felt it pushing inward, inch by inch by inch!
It was tight! But he was determined! He released my legs and leaned forward more, gripping my hair, crushing my lips with his, mashing my breast in his other hand! He kept pushing, pushing, pushing, then slowly began to pump in and out!
It ached a lot, at first. In fact, it kept aching the whole time. But as it moved in and out I began to feel a rising sense of passion and thrilled excitement. The deeper it moved, the more totally... penetrated I felt! I moaned and twisted weakly as he worked himself in and out, in and out.
Then he drew back and grabbed my legs again, jamming them down and apart. I could lift my head now and see that most of his long, thick cock was inside me! The head felt as if it was punching against the back wall of my pussy!
Fire began to burn inside me, my body heating up so badly it felt as if I was radiating heat! He punched and punched and punched, his hips beginning to shift and roll now as he kept sending the head of his cock in to beat at the back wall of my pussy!
And then, just like with Teagan and that long dildo, his cock seemed to find the right angle to forced its way even deeper! I cried out as it slid achingly high into my belly and his hips pressed against my buttocks.
“Gonna pound you, white girl!”
He didn't, though, not at first. He worked himself in and out carefully, with long, even strokes. Then he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and leaned in again. I could no longer see his glistening black cock moving in and out of me, but I could sure feel it!
He gripped my hair and then, startling me, my throat! His big hand went completely around it and he squeezed a little. My arms were bound beneath me and could do nothing, and I felt a brief flicker of fear. The heat swept it aside, though, as his hips moved faster and hit my buttocks harder.
I could feel my eyes bulging a little, though I could breathe, if with difficulty. Jacob's hips were still slapping against my upraised buttocks as his broad chest pushed my legs back. I was gasping weakly, my mind flood
ed with a wild dark rush of heat and passion and pleasure.
I felt that same sense of being helpless, of being under someone else's control, of being their bitch, their prisoner, as I had the other day. Only it was hotter and sexier this time because it was a guy. And he wasn't just any guy but a big, powerful Conan type guy! There was even a hint of danger and anxiety to reinforce my sense of being his helpless prisoner! I didn't know him very well, after all!
His face looked very intense above me, his long dreadlocks swinging as his hips thrust into me again and again. He pulled the hand away from my hair to roughly squeeze my breast, and it burned hotly!
Then another orgasm tore up through my body and I jerked convulsively, my mouth opening wide to cry out again even as he tightened his grip around my neck! I gurgled dazedly, my mind seared by the heat, focused on the incredible feeling of his big cock punching into me deep inside again and again and again!
I was squeezed up into this tight ball of flesh while he drove his black spear of flesh into me repeatedly. His hips hammered my buttocks with enough force to make my whole body shake and tremble! The clamor of my nervous system melting down was like a sexual fever, and I wallowed in it with a shuddering whimper of delight.
Jacob wasn't done, though. He waited until I stopped trembling and shaking, then eased back, letting my legs unfurl. He dragged me off the pool table onto rubbery legs, then turned me and bent me over the table. I was gulping in air, panting for breath as my breasts pillowed out against the velvet top. I moaned at a slap to my bottom and ignored him spreading my legs.
I felt his fingers at my sex, then his cock pushed slowly up inside me once again. He started to pump slowly, pushing himself deeper and deeper with every stroke. Only when he was buried did he grind himself against me, then begin to move faster.
I groaned, still panting as he seized my hips, and slapped my bottom, and his hips moved faster and faster. I cried out dazedly as he wrapped my long hair around his fist then jerked my head up and back. I couldn't rise off the table, though as his other hand pressed down between my shoulder blades.
“Hot fucking blonde,” he growled. “You love my cock, don't you, baby. Huh?”
Crack! He slapped my bottom again!
