Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  “You’ll see,” I had said. They didn’t see. I saw. So that’s why I was standing outside of a fucking huge mansion on the side of town I’d always been a little afraid to drive on because I thought people would notice I didn’t belong there. I had a newspaper cutting crumpled in my hand, where it waited to be smoothed and straightened for the dozenth time.

  Across the heading it read “LIVE-IN BABYSITTER WANTED.” The pay was fairly good and experience wasn’t a must. It had been years since I’d babysat, so although I did have experience I doubted highly that I could find any of my references from the time, and it had been before I even left High School.

  I knocked again. It seemed like I’d been waiting for an eternity. Perhaps they had misunderstood, thought I would come later, and they had all stepped out for a bite. I was talking myself into walking away when the door opened, with nary a creak. Behind it were the two men I’d be essentially begging for a job from. The bigger of them, tall and well-muscled, reached out his hand.

  “Hello, you must be Tanya. I’m Brandon, and this,” he gestured to his companion, “is Andy.”

  They were a cute couple, both white and handsome. Andy was shy, quiet. He offered to get coffee and was out of the room by the time I finished the word “sure.”

  I could feel Brandon’s eyes on me. I wasn’t sure what to feel about it, whether he was weighing me as a babysitter or as a woman--and if it were as a woman, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. He was plenty attractive, sure. But his husband was right in the other room, brewing a pot of coffee!

  I could feel my breath catching a bit, a panic I had managed to avoid since grade school, and I couldn’t figure out where to look to seem relaxed. Andy threw me a lifeline when he came back in with three cups, tiny frail porcelain. He sat down next to Brandon and they shared a look, and then the spell was broken.

  “Tanya. We’d just like to get to know you, see how the fit would be, you know.”

  I nearly interrupted him, a pause luckily bubbling up to catch me from a real faux pas: “Where is your daughter? I’d love to meet her.”

  Andy’s voice was rock-solid, in contrast to his shaky hands: “She’s at the library with our driver. We wanted to get this interview out of the way before we made a decision, and it can be tempting to rush to a decision. We specified that we’d like a woman to babysit. I imagine that might seem suspect, and certainly might seem sexist.”

  It had. I made no motion either way. Brandon finished the thought after a moment for me to answer, a moment I didn’t use.

  “Of course, that was a concern. But frankly, we thought she could use some exposure to women. Andy and I are, well,” he chuckled, then, a brassy sounding thing. “We’re not women. I’m not so arrogant--we’re not, you don’t need to say anything, Andy--to think that I can be prepared for every bump in the road without having had all those same experiences.” Andy had shot him a sharp look, and he’d corrected himself, but the tone of it seemed to suggest that Andy’s ears had pricked up at ‘I’m not so arrogant.’ I made a mental note of it.

  I want to say that I knocked the rest of the interview out of the park. I think I certainly made a showing for myself, and Brandon told me of how he often works with the poor of the town. I felt Brandon’s heavy gaze on me more than once, weighing and measuring my responses, my posture. Andy’s eyes, like mine, seemed restless, as if he didn’t know where he was allowed to look. Maybe he just wasn't used to seeing black people in the part of town, not sure he was okay with one watching his daughter.

  I got up, picked up my coat.

  “You’re a very pretty girl, you know that Tanya?” Brandon’s deep, powerful voice boomed behind me.

  “Um. Excuse me?” I carefully checked my natural response, which was to beam at the complement from a man who clearly took such good care of himself. I turned. Both of the men were standing, ready to see me out. Then they stepped toward me and I wondered if that were really what they were ready for.

  Brandon pushed me against a wall and pressed a kiss on my lips. I could feel his knee pressing between my thighs and I spread them, allowing him access to my most private place. I could feel the strength in his arms as he pressed against me, almost stifling, almost painful, but at the same time I felt like all that strength would go toward protecting me.

  Brandon broke his kiss with me and leaned against me, his hot breath in my ear, and I could feel Andy push past him and latch his lips onto my dark neck. Teeth scraped my earlobe and I could feel a hand pressed against my ribs, though whose I couldn’t have said. I groaned softly, the pleasure flowing through my body. I had to stop this. I pushed gently on Brandon’s chest, and he gave me an inch’s breathing room.

  “I don’t think I’m comfortable sleeping with a man for a job, guys. I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding, I’ll just get my things, and go. No harm, no foul.”

  I could hear Andy’s voice, silky smooth, when he spoke into my ear.

  “Don’t worry about that, Tanya. This is just about three adults having fun together.”

  His lips found my neck again, and for a second I felt my resolve slip again, but I caught myself at the last second, before I fell for good.

  “I’mavirgin” I blurted out all at once, squirming away. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Brandon’s fingers twined through my hair and he ruffled it playfully.

  “No reason to be embarrassed about something like that, darling. We’ll be plenty gentle if you’ll have us.” He touched his forehead to mine and looked into my eyes. “I don’t think you’ll regret it.”

  I looked into his eyes, and I knew that to him, it probably wasn’t anything serious. He honestly thought I would enjoy making love with the two of them. I nodded and he smiled a predator’s smile.

  He got behind me, then, his powerful arms wrapped around my body and holding me still while his lover eyed the pair of us with a hazy, lust-filled expression. Andy’s slender fingers reached up and popped the button on my blouse. He leaned forward and kissed my neck, and Brandon leaned down and kissed the other side, surrounding me in pleasure. Another button was undone, and another. I felt teeth dig into my neck and I gasped and mewled.

  And then, all of a sudden, my blouse didn’t have any buttons left to undo, and I could feel Andy’s eyes on my body. He pushed my shirt aside, revealing my purple bra to his eyes, not as sexy as I’d thought I would wear for my first time.

  “Don’t look. It’s embarrassing.”

  I looked at my feet and shifted as much as I could with Brandon holding me so still. Andy reached forward and grabbed my chin, gently pulling my face up to look him in the eye, and he kissed me wordlessly. He pushed my bra up and my breasts fell free.

  He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and I gasped. Brandon let go of me and I pulled Andy’s head closer, shoving his face into my bosom. Brandon’s hand found mine and pulled it down, as he whispered huskily into my ear.

  “Touch me.” I muttered my assent and let him guide my hand down to his cock.

  I couldn’t see it, since Brandon was standing behind me, but it felt huge. I couldn’t quite get my fingers all the way around it, and I felt afraid. Could that thing fit inside me? Would he laugh at me when it didn’t fit? I was lost in my thoughts until he put his hand back on mine, wrapped around his cock, and he gave it a jerk, making me rub up and down his shaft.

  Andy reached down and unzipped his own pants. Brandon whispered into my ear how good my hand felt, and then he asked me if I would take Andy into my mouth. I dropped down to a crouch and was treated to Andy’s cock spilling out of his boxers right on eye-level. I grabbed it with my other hand, trying to keep rubbing Brandon, and licked the head.

  Andy cried out and I took that as a good sign, taking his member into my mouth and trying to take it as deep as possible. He moaned and I renewed my efforts with my hand on Brandon, trying to make sure he didn’t feel left out. I realized how slutty I must look, like some kind of porn star, and I laughed a little around th
e cock in my mouth.

  Andy had been talking dirty to me the whole time: “Babe, oh, God, your mouth feels so good,” “How did you get so good at this,” and so on. Then he said, his voice ragged from pleasure, the magic words: “Please Tanya, let me fuck you. Please.”

  I looked up and he had a desperate look on his face, and I felt genuine power surge through me. I could say ‘no,’ I knew. And he’d listen. But he needed me to say ‘yes,’ needed it like a starving man needs food. I let his cock fall out of my mouth and nodded again.

  I laid down on my back, the wood floor cold against my hot skin, and he knelt down between my thighs.

  “I don’t have any condoms, Tanya, babe. Is it okay?”

  “I’m on the pill,” I said. It was mostly true, anyways.

  He rubbed his cock against my lower lips and I could feel the emptiness in my pussy more than I’d ever felt it before, an itch deep inside that I knew was about to be scratched. He rubbed the shaft against my clit, aping the motion of sex, and I pressed up against him, wanting to feel more of that stimulation, and just when things were getting good he pulled away and started to rub the head of his cock against my inner lips.

  I was afraid it would hurt. Andy looked down at me, rubbing gently, and asked if I was ready. I looked up, wanting to tell him I was, but I wasn’t sure. Brandon seemed to sense my unease, and he reached down and pinched both my nipples, hard. I gasped and shouted a bit, and while I was feeling angry about that, Andy pressed into me hard.

  The feeling inside me was indescribable. It was a feeling of fullness and stretching and the pain that brought with it, but at the same time it felt right, righter than I could have possibly imagined. I purred like a God damned kitten. I’d have done anything at that point. I’d have cosigned a mortgage as long as it got me more cock.

  He started to move inside me and just when I thought I was living in a world of pure sensation, I felt Brandon’s fingers against my lips. I took them into my mouth, sucking like a lollipop, and he guided my head over to his lollipop and pushed it into my mouth. It filled me mouth completely; I tried to move, but my neck was reaching to its limits so I let him push into my mouth like he was fucking my face while Andy pushed into my pussy.

  I could feel him losing his rhythm, pushing deeper and longer and erratically and I thought that perhaps Andy was going to cum. I was right.

  He pulled out and spurted a long thick strand of cum that landed on my tits, which somehow had gone from feeling like bothersome deposits of fat to these powerful sexual objects that held these two men hostage. I groaned my disappointment around Brandon’s cock. Some maternal instinct deep down made me desperately want to feel that cum in my pussy, and not getting filled up felt somehow wrong.

  I took Brandon’s huge cock out of my mouth and I thought he would move between my still-spread legs, but instead he looked at me for a second and sat back.

  “Let’s try something, Tanya. I think you’ll like this. Stand up.”

  I stood up awkwardly. He waved me closer to him until I was standing over him, lying on the ground.

  “Crouch down and kneel on my cock, babe.” Andy helped keep me from falling as I tried to line him up with my greedy pussy. It took three tries to get his head rubbing against just the right spot.

  “Just ease down, as slow as you like.” I tried to push down but he stuck just a bit and I heard Brandon hiss below me. I eased back off and tried to settle down again. I had to pull off and push back on a dozen times before I could just settle my weight, but when I finally managed it I felt like I was going to split in half.

  “Thanks,” he said, and I realized I had said it out loud. Brandon had a cocksure look on his face and I blushed again.

  Andy’s mouth latched onto my nipple and he pinched the other, and I pushed off until Brandon was almost falling out of my pussy and dropped back down. He groaned and I did it again. Each time I bounced up and down I could hear my breathing getting more and more ragged, and almost in time with the rise of my pleasure Andy sucked harder, switching breasts.

  I could feel myself approaching orgasm again, desperate for completion, and as I flew towards the edge I felt Brandon push down on my hips hard, and his cock twitched inside me.

  A rainbow exploded behind my eyes and I filled up liquid fire, as my juices flowed heavy and hot trying to put the flames out, even as my womb accepted them. I tried to move but I found myself unable to. My heart pounded in my chest and my thighs burned from the exertion as I came back to Earth.

  I got up off of Brandon’s still-hard cock. I could still feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him, though, and the cum was hot as it seeped out of my raw pussy. I laid back and felt a bead of sweat fall from my forehead. Andy laid beside me and put a hand on my breast, pinching my nipple. It hardened again automatically and I almost worried for a second that he wanted a second round, but he just looked at me. I let myself relax, my eyes drifting shut. They opened to a blank ceiling

  I tried to get my breath, and I tried to wipe my forehead with my arm but it was just as slick with sweat. I made a mental note to swing by the pharmacist and pick up some Plan B on the way home--I’d been lax about taking my birth control every day with no men in my life, and I wasn’t ready for pregnancy, not so soon before I started college. And then it hit me again:

  “Guys?” I said, softly, “It’s not that I mind--believe me, I don’t. You kinda blew my mind with that whole thing. But when am I going to meet your daughter?”

  Brandon started to laugh. I began to think I knew what was going on, but Brandon kept on laughing. He clutched his stomach and started to wheeze. It took him almost a full minute to regain his composure, and when he did he wiped a tear from his eye.

  “I’m sorry, Tanya,” he breathed in between chuckles, “we didn’t mean to cause any trouble. We don’t have a daughter. Andy’s just a friend of mine from college and we wanted to have a good weekend. We’re not gay. Not married. Certainly not to each other.”

  I picked up a pillow and hit him with it. He laughed more, and Andy drew me into a playful hug, pinning my arms down. He nuzzled his nose against my ear.

  “Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive us, hon?” Andy said it with his already deep voice low, and I could feel my pussy twitching again. “I swear, we were gonna tell you. It just didn’t seem like a good time, you know?”

  I flipped my hand and the pillow jumped up and bopped Andy square in the face before bouncing back to the bed. He was stunned for a second, and I took that opportunity to push him back down onto his back and sit on his chest. He looked up at me with a curious swagger so I tweaked his nose playfully.

  “I guess I might be able to forgive you two,” I said. I gave Brandon a pointed glance over my shoulder as I paused for effect. “If this were to become a regular thing.”

  Brandon reached around me and pinched my nipple hard. I groaned in intermingling pain and pleasure. His lips found my neck and then Andy rolled me over and was tickling my sides. I shrieked with laughter, and then a pair of lips found my breast and we were at it again.

  The Victim

  Interracial Urban Erotica

  Asia Marquis

  A quick, loud click jars me out of my slumber, a sharp stab of sound in the dead silence of the night. For a few moments, the fog of my tiredness causes me to wonder if it's my husband. No, it can't be. He's away on a business trip, a few states away and I know he can't come back early. He shouldn't be back for a week, so it couldn't possibly be him.

  For a split second, I try to find any rational explanations, even though I can't really think of any. There's no reason for anyone to be coming into my house so late at night. When I hear the sound of the front door opening, I know exactly what's happening. My house has just been broken into, and I have no one here to protect me.

  I stay still against my bed, listening, horrified and cowering in fear as the intruder's feet shuffle against my living room floor downstairs. He sounds heavy, or like he's wearing heavy boots
. The pounding of his feet against the floor is barely louder than the beating of my heart. I want to get up and hide, but I feel like I can't. Aside from the sound of the intruder's feet, everything is silent.

  CRASH!

  The loud sound of one of my vases falling is what I needed to propel my body forward, to my closet. I pushing myself up off my bed and, as quietly as I can, run to my closet. I sit below my dresses and winter jackets, watching my room through the diagonal slits through the door. After the ringing of the crash fades away, the house is quiet again. I can hear the chirp of a cricket outside.

  My wooden stairs creak as the man's feet step onto the first step. Quietly, the man comes up the stairs, his shoes only barely thumping against the wood. I try to keep my breathing quiet, though I'm nearly hyperventilating. The closet is too warm, and that coupled with my fear is beginning to make me feel light headed.

  Through fluttering, heavy eyelids, I watch as the man finally steps into my bedroom. Dressed all in black, he pulls back my blanket and touches the bed for a moment. I pray that it's not still warm. I hear his steady breathing as he stands there for a moment.

  He looks to the closet, and then to the window. I left it open to bring in the cool night air. Maybe he thinks I escaped through there. I watch him, silently as I can, my heart thumping in my chest. The intruder looks around the room one last time before exiting.

  I feel my shoulders slump as he opens the door to my office. I sit for a few moments, listening to him shuffle in that room. He rifles through my papers, and I hear him click my mouse to turn on my computer. Another crash tells me that he knocked over one of my table lamps, but it doesn't sound broken. I reach my arm up toward the gap between where the two folding doors for my closet meets.

  As I'm about to open it and run toward my open window, the man steps back into the room. He opens my top drawer, where I keep my underwear. I watch as he pulls my pink, silky underwear towards his face and takes a deep breath, breathing in my scent. Rummaging through my undergarments, he finally gets deep enough that he finds my vibrator.