Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  I nodded.

  Wait, what?

  The cat continued to talk. “I think what made me wake up was when you touched that dress, Selene.” The cat's yellow eyes, unblinking, stared straight into my soul. “That dress belonged to the Earth Princess!”

  “Oh,” I answered. What else could I say? I was clearly dreaming and I'd wake up any second. All I could do was go with the flow. “So, what am I supposed to be doing?”

  “Protecting the Earth!”

  I gave Diana a sarcastic glare. “How exactly am I supposed to do that? I'm like 100 pounds, wet. No one takes me serious and even creepy strange dudes push me around in public.”

  Diana stood again. “I can teach you how! Stand up and shout Earth Diamond Power!”

  I laughed. Mostly so that I could hold back a sob of confusion. Better to do what the demon cat says, though. I stood up and thrust my hand into the air-

  “Wait! You need this!”

  Diana jumped into the air, spinning completely. Where she had spun, a glimmering golden brooch appeared. It fell to the floor with a clang, spinning until I picked it up. I looked it over while Diana purred, watching me. The brooch was pretty, made with real gold. On it was an indent of a crescent moon. I raised my eyebrows at the cat, who nodded her head.

  Again, I thrust my hand into the air, now holding the bright brooch that shimmered in the light. I hesitated for a second, gulping down my fear before shouting. “Earth Diamond Power!”

  For a second, it almost seemed like nothing was happening. But from Diana's view, sparkles and hearts started emanating from the floor up, engulfing me completely within just a few seconds. Inside, my hair was whipping around, my body feeling as light as air as my feet left the ground. I gasped as my clothes just disappeared and a strange energy danced over my skin. It felt around my breasts and between my legs, caressing my slit and my ass before forcing me into a pose. One of my legs was bent forward, my eyes closed as my outstretched arms summoned the brooch again, spinning it as I brought it up to my chest.

  A sort of orgasmic feeling came over me as a blinding white light formed over part of my body. From it, a white leotard appeared. Another white light formed over my shoulders, from which a blue and white collar appeared. Around my hips, a new blue skirt danced. Red boots and jewels in the buns in my hair finished off my outfit.

  The light continued to slide over my body, making me feel slightly violated. It was prodding at my holes but never penetrated. The energy flicked gently around my nipples and over my clitoris. I couldn't help but moan, but I tried to keep quiet.

  I blinked as the glittering glow dissipated, and I was once again before Diana. The cat looked me up and down, satisfied by my transformation. “Take a look at yourself,” the cat purred, her British accent calming.

  My knees were weak from the stimulation, but still I turned to see what had just happened to me. In the mirror I saw a girl, thin and strong, wearing a uniform much like the girls on magical girl cartoons wear. I studied myself, surprised by how different I looked with just a simple uniform change. When I finally looked to my face, I found that I also had a crescent moon shape on my forehead. I felt it, wondering what it could be.

  Before I could ask, though, I was beset by a sudden unease. My knees buckles as I groaned in pain, falling to the ground with my head in my hands. Diana ran up to me. “That must mean evil is near! Quick, take this!”

  Diana jumped and twirled in the air again, landing at the same time as some sort of gadget hit the ground. It looked almost like a smart phone. The cat nudged it over to me as I was trying to fight past the wave of nausea. I flicked my finger across the screen, which came to life. On it was a map with many glowing spots. One was glowing brightest of them all, and it looked like it was nearby.

  “That! There must be evil there! Quickly, Selene, we have to go fight it!”

  I stared at the cat, then back at the map. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

  Standing up with the fur on her back raised, her prim English accent became horrifyingly angry. “Get off your ass and go deal with the evil! It's at the fashion boutique near here!”

  I gasped. Molly's fashion boutique?! Within 3.5 seconds I was up and running out the door, going as quickly as I could to save my friend.

  When I arrived at the street that the fashion boutique was on, there were bodies all over the place. I crouched over a woman in a business suit, placing two fingers on her neck in what I hoped was the right place to get her pulse. The woman was still alive.

  “They're sleeping,” Diana said, having finally caught up with me. Weboth walked slowly between the bodies, Diana hyper-aware of the situation and myself just barely coping. When I finally did reach Molly's store and tried to look through the window without being seem, I found Molly and her mother. They were both cowering against the wall. Molly was screaming something, when suddenly a huge tentacle shot out and grabbed her! The tentacles were white and looked slimy and wet. I watched in horror as the tentacles slipped up Molly's short skirt, her eyes growing wide with fear. I couldn't watch anymore, I opened the boutique door and threw myself into the building.

  “Stop!” I shouted. The sound echoed against the walls. Before me stood a mannequin, one that was double the size of a normal one... and it seemed to be melting in certain places. It was where the tentacles originated from. Its unmoving mouth let out a shrill cackle.

  “We knew you'd come, Serenity! Surrender the crystal, or you all will die!”

  I frowned. “My name's not Serenity and I don't know what you're talking about, but you better let Molly and her mom go right now!”

  Another shrill cackle. A tentacle raced out and grabbed my ankle. “Or what?” The mannequin continued to laugh as I tried to get my leg free from its grasp. More mannequins were showing up now, each one with tentacles of their own. They grabbed Molly's mom, and they grabbed me. All three of us screamed and struggled to get free.

  One of the tentacles slipped up my leg, fumbling with the edge of my bodice around my pelvis. Another one slithered up to join it, and together they pushed the panty area aside, giving them free access to both of my holes. Another tentacle grabbed at my collar, roughly tearing it and exposing my breasts.

  Molly's skirt had been torn to tatters already, and her shirt was quickly joining it as two tentacles pushed themselves in and out of her cunt her screams intermingled with moans. Molly's mom was resisting the most, so a tentacle wrapped around her neck and tugged just tightly enough to stop her struggling. Letting out a small choke, Molly's mother went limp, her eyes closed.

  My attention turned back to myself as a tentacle pushed itself up to the entrance of my vagina. I looked to Diana, who had been knocked out. Letting out a shrill scream, my body was invaded by the smooth plastic tentacle. It stretched out my virgin cunt, pushing deep within my walls. A tentacle turned my head so that I could watched Molly get fucked as well, my friend's ass high in the air and head facing down as two tentacles each were in her ass and cunt. They were fucking her hard and fast. She was no longer screaming, just moaning. The sounds made me blush and my clit twitch. I noticed that I, too, was no longer scared. Instead, I found myself enjoying the smooth plastic against my nipple, and was happy to feel another tentacles entering my asshole. I moaned as I watched Molly get fucked while my own holes were being pounded.

  A new, thinner tentacle wrapped itself around my swollen clitoris, stimulating it. It tugged and pulled as I drew closer and closer to orgasm. Molly's moans let me know she was also getting closer to the edge of orgasm. With a scream and a groan, Molly came with a large squirt, her juices falling all over the room. Even more tentacles were now latching onto my body, holding me in the same doggy style position Molly had just been in. With a single push, a second tentacle entered my pussy, pushing hard and fast. The two tentacles found a good rhythm while the one in my ass worked with them, swelling to completely fill me as much as I could be filled.

  A sudden, hot good started to pour into
my womb as the tentacles came in me. The sensation was too much for me. I came, hard, my juices squirting far as my orgasm coursed through my thin body. My tits were swinging below me with the last few thrusts of the tentacle.

  Suddenly, there was a huge flash of light and another orgasm rushed through my body, causing me to scream and convulse with my eyes shut to the blinding light.

  A few moments later, I felt a soft pap against my face. Before I even opened my eyes I knew Diana was standing on my chest trying to wake me up.

  “You did it! You found your inner power, Selene!” The cat jumped off me, allowing me to sit up. I was naked and covered in goop, sweat and the girly cum that Molly and I had shot. Molly!

  I dashed to Molly's side, again trying to find a pulse. She was alive.

  “They're all going to be fine. You beat the evil with the power of your orgasm!”

  My blue eyes fell on the small gray cat, realizing with horror and excitement that my life had just changed for good.

  Bitch In Heat

  Interracial Urban Erotica

  Asia Marquis

  Looking at the ad on my desk, I feel a storm in my stomach. I really need this job. If I don't get it, I'll be out on the streets.

  I have been unemployed for a year now, you see. The economy is so hard on everyone right now, and being a black woman it's even harder to find someone willing to hire me. Applying for retail stores and fast food places, even for freelance work has led to nothing. I considered being a cam girl for a while too. You know, one of those girls who strips on camera for the internet?

  But I'm too shy to do that, and awkward with sexual situations. My last boyfriend told me over and over again I was absolutely frigid because I could never reach orgasm with him.

  Shivering, I look back down at the ad.

  I was online when it caught my eye. They are looking for unknown models. “Pretty, but with some meat on them,” it says. I'm hoping that means they want someone with wide hips and a pouch on my tummy, because that's me. My breasts are a nice size, but I have very large hips and some extra fat on my stomach. Okay, I admit it! I like to eat! Wouldn't you if your mama's passion was cooking traditional Southern food?

  I sent them an email as soon as I saw the ad, telling them I am interested in whatever they have to offer. It didn't even occur to me until just now that they might just be murderers or something. My interview, or whatever it is, is today at noon. That's 45 minutes from now.

  I was told to dress plain, but nicely. The makeup had to be fresh and look natural, so of course I spent an ungodly long time trying to make myself look natural while still wearing enough makeup to cover up my facial blemishes! I hope they don't mind a black girl showing up. Sometimes these places have a racial preference, but it didn't say anything on the ad!

  Not sure what to do with my hair, I put it in a quick french braid. If they want it down, I'll have some nice waves in my otherwise straight black hair. I made sure my weave is always a normal color so I can get a job easily.

  Dabbing some shear pink lipstick onto my lips with my finger, I check out my face in a compact mirror. It'll have to do. I outline my dark brown eyes with a black eyeliner before pressing my lips together. I practice my pout, and then a sultry smile. It just leaves me feeling silly, so I close the compact and toss it into my purse.

  Satisfied that I don't look too overdone, I make sure my braid is secured, grab my bag, and head out of my house for the drive. The address I have on the paper is in the city, and I always get lost in Detroit. The roads are so ridiculous!

  It's a nice day. If my try-out gets out early enough, I might go to the beach and read. I still have $1000 in the bank, so I can afford to live on my own until the end of this month. After that, I might have to move back in with my parents.

  That idea alone knots up my stomach worse than the fear of my interview. I shudder while waiting for a red light.

  Turning onto the street that the online map service gave me directions too, I grin to myself. I didn't get lost! If nothing else goes well today, at least there's that! Oh, and the fact that I'll be paid $200 up front for this job, and if I do well I'll get another $1000 and a steady modeling gig. That's pretty good too.

  The building is tall and gray. It's probably one of those shared office buildings, where you have a schedule and you're only allowed to be there during your allotted time.

  I step into the lobby. The floor is old, but was once a beautiful mural. The lights are dim. A man, tall and handsome, greets me. “You must be Jenna.”

  I nod, still looking around. There are roses on the desk, and behind them sits an older woman with a scowl on her face.

  “Come with me, love.” The man's voice is deep, with a slight accent. British, I think. Following him up a flight of stairs and through another door, I admire his ass and the way his shirt clings to his strong back. I don't normally like guys with a lot of muscles, but this guy is an Adonis!

  “Take a seat while we get the cameras set up, and then we'll come have a chat.” He points to a set of chairs. They're clearly expensive and plush. Plopping down on one, I smile up at him before he disappears. I fidget with my purse, occasionally checking to be sure my makeup still looks nice.

  It doesn't take long for him to come back, followed by 3 more men. Standing up, I smooth down my pink dress before sticking out my hand to greet them.

  “You're just as beautiful as we hoped!” One of the men holds out his hand. He's dreamy, too, with blond hair down to his shoulders. It's wavy and reminds me of when I spent a summer in high school on a beach in Florida. The touch of his hand as we shake a greeting is warm and soothing.

  I laugh at the compliment. “Thank you.”

  “Follow us. We'll show you where the photos will be taken.”

  The other two men look like they might be brothers. They're shorter than the blond man, but still taller than I am. All three men are gorgeous in their own way. Leading me onto the set, I spy a large desk and a blackboard. Back to school ads, maybe?

  “Go ahead and sign the contract while we get your costume ready. Let us know if you have any questions.” The larger of the two brothers hands me a few sheets of paper. Sitting down, I try to read through them to make sure I'm not being scammed, but I don't speak legalese.

  Deciding there can't be anything too horrible in the contract, I skip to the very end and sign and date it. There. My first modeling job!

  The blond man saunters back to my side. “No questions?”

  “Nope!” I chirp cheerfully.

  “Well, I'm Brock. The two brothers over there are Harry and Paul. I'll be in the photos with you today and they'll be directing and shooting us. Is that okay?”

  “Yeah, sounds good.” I peek over his shoulder to the brothers. The rack of clothes they're checking out is full of school uniforms. “Am I going to be wearing one of those?”

  Brock nods and stands closer to me. I can feel his warmth, and a light scent of his deodorant. He smells manly and clean. “I'm your teacher, and you're my student.”

  “Oh.” I think about that for a moment. “What?”

  Brock laughs, his deep voice echoing through the large room. “Don't worry about it. Look, go get dressed, and I'll coach you through it, okay? I bet you're a natural.”

  I nod, pulling my braid over my shoulder and fidgeting with the end as I wander over to the two brothers. Harry hands me an outfit. It's a blue skirt and a white shirt that is so thin I'm worried it will be see through. “Where's the changing room?”

  Harry gives me a blank look.

  “We don't have one. Most models just change where they are,” Paul says.

  I look at the outfit and back up at Harry and Paul. Well, I better do what they expect. Untying my dress, I let it slide down my body and to the floor. All three men's eyes are on me now, admiring my curves and breasts. Reluctantly, Harry hands me the skirt, which I bend over to slip over my legs. I can feel all eyes on my ass and can't help but blush, my face burning red. I stand
back up and take the shirt. Once that's done, the men have calmed down a bit.

  "You look amazing. Put on these shoes and go stand by Brock,” Harry says. He touches the small of my back as he pushes me toward the stage.

  Slipping into the black shoes on the floor, I admire myself for a second in the mirror. I look pretty cute, but I'm starting to suspect they haven't been up front with me about what I'll be doing.

  “Um, I was told I'd be paid $200 upfront. Could I get that, please?” I hope I don't sound too pushy.

  Paul digs into his pockets and pulls out a giant wad of cash. I take it and place it in my purse. Even if something weird is going on, at least they're reliable about the money. I go back over to Brock, who is leaning against the desk. I notice he's put on a jacket, tweed with leather patches sewn over the elbows. It's a good look on him, the light brown tweed against his tanned skin. His smile reassures me as he takes my hand.

  "Go ahead and sit here." I sit in the chair in front of the desk. "Perfect, now slide the chair out a bit and turn more toward the camera. They need to see your body."

  Scooting the chair out, I lean my body into the desk slightly, sucking in my stomach. Brock looks to Harry, who is now holding the camera. I glance over and see that Paul is also behind a camera. "What's that one for?"

  Brock follows the direction of my eyes. "Oh! We're recording this, just to see where we could make changes. It'll probably be good for your portfolio too."

  I nod, still not fully understanding. Or maybe I just want to believe this is all innocent.

  "Now, try to smile. Innocently, but like you have a secret."

  I do my best to follow his direction, as he poses me and tells me how to look at him. He takes off his jacket, then comes to sit on my desk with a ruler.

  "Now, I need you to look like you're gasping while I do this." He hops off the desk, kneels beside me, and grabs my thigh, opening it slightly. No need for me to act this one out! I do actually gasp. With a flash of light, the picture is taken.