Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  "What are you doing?" I ask, eying him suspiciously.

  "Did you not read over the contract, love?"

  Shaking my head, I reply, "No, why?"

  "Well, you got yourself into this. You can't turn back now. Stand up and bend over the desk."

  "What?!"

  "You heard me. If you had read the contract, you'd know that you're here for a BDSM photo shoot I'm going to spank you," Brock leans in close to me now, his mouth pressed against my ear. "And then I'm going to fuck you."

  I recoil back. "I don't think so!"

  All three men chuckle now. "You already took the money, Jenna. Plus, you need it, don't you? A hot body like yours should be shown to men around the world." Rubbing my hips, Brock lifts my skirt up a bit. "You need the money."

  I stare at him, feeling betrayed and humiliated. He's right. Of course he's right. I need the money. And that's exactly why I stand up and lean over the desk, my face bright red with embarrassment. I feel his rough hand slide up the back of my thigh, and another flash goes off. Brock flips my skirt up, revealing my panties and my ass to the camera. Another flash. He squeezes my left ass cheek roughly before giving it a slap, all caught on film.

  I'm about to whirl around and give them their money back, when there's a sudden sting on my ass and an audible WHACK. My whole body stiffens as I look behind me, the look of shock on my face immortalized on film as another flash goes off. "That was a good face, do that some more."

  He slaps me again with what I can now see is the ruler he was holding. Again and again, he slaps my ass with the hard plastic until my skin is red and stinging. "God, please stop! It hurts!"

  My cry is met only by another slap, this time lower on my thighs. "Stay there," I'm told. I couldn't move if I wanted to, the pain is way too much. My eyes follow Brock as he goes over to another prop, the teacher's desk, and opens one of the drawers. He rustles through some things before deciding on what he'll pull out.

  In his hand is a huge vibrator! Bringing it over to me, he presses a button and the machine comes to life, buzzing away. "Are you ready?"

  "No-"

  Before I can finish my denial, he presses the head of the plastic phallus against my pussy, forcing it up into my slit and against my clitoris. The sudden vibration against my sensitive nub is way too much, and I try to pull away. Brock grabs my hand and holds me still, though. "If you move, I'll spank you more. Harder."

  Not wanting to endure more pain, I stay as still as I can. As I'm finally getting used to the vibration and starting to enjoy it, I can't help but wiggle a little bit, trying to make it press on just the right spot. "Mmm," I moan. My hips shift and move but just as the vibration hits just the right spot, Brock takes it away. I whimper in annoyance until I feel him slipping down my panties. His hand roughly plays with my pussy, my juices slicking up his skin. "I've never been with a black girl before. You're so wet," he says. The camera flashes behind us.

  Two of his fingers rest on each side of my clit and start to tweak it, rolling it. I gasp, my hips jumping as the electricity of his touch courses through my whole body. Removing his hand, he picks up the ruler and spanks me again. The sudden pain makes me cry out. "Stop it, you asshole!"

  He hits me again. "You'll call me master if you want to get paid." Again, the plastic comes down against my skin, the stinging causing me to grit my teeth. With vibrator in hand again, he quickly fills my hole with it.

  "Jesus!" I pound my fist against the table as I get used to the large machine being in me. Slamming it deep into my cunt, Brock uses his other hand to work on my clit. The vibration and stimulation is proving to be too much, and I know I'll orgasm soon. "Fuck, fuck!" I cry.

  "Not until you cum first!"

  I let out a choked wail as finally my tension gives in and my juices gush from my slit as I twitch and spasm through a roaring orgasm. Still, Brock fucks me with the vibrator, before pulling it out and pressing it against my clit again. I'm still so sensitive from my orgasm that the vibration nearly hurts. Pulling it away, he switches it off.

  "Turn around and get on your knees."

  I do as I'm told, looking with lust up into his deep brown eyes. I fall to the linoleum below me, slamming one knee a bit too hard, making me wince. Brock unbuttons and unzips his slacks, pulling them down. "Pull down my boxers."

  My hands grasp the elastic band around his waist, pulling them down. The camera flashes. Remembering that I'm being watched, I blush. When his huge cock springs free, I can't help but gasp. I've never even seen someone so big!

  "Suck it," he commands.

  I nod, but he reaches down and grabs my braid. "Didn't I tell you to call me master?"

  I choke back tears from the pain and humiliation. "Yes, master." Keeping his grip on my hair, he pushes my head forward toward his quickly growing cock. Lifting it up with one hand, I slowly stroke it. I open my mouth and lick the head, which makes the prick spring much more quickly.

  Swirling my tongue around the head, I lap up his salty pre-cum. He groans happily, pulling at the base of my braid before pushing my mouth onto his cock. I quickly take the whole shaft down my throat, nearly choking but somehow holding it back.

  Before we can really get into that, Paul tells Brock to hurry up. "We don't want you to cum in her mouth."

  Pulling my braid again, Brock removes his cock from my mouth. "Stand up and lay on the desk."

  "Yes, master." He helps me up like a gentleman, and I lay flat on the desk. Lifting my legs up, I give the men a good view of my pussy and ass.

  "Rub your pussy for the camera."

  I do as I'm told, one hand holding open my cunt lips as I swirl two fingers from the other around my clit. Then, I use the whole hand to rub up and down my slit, enjoying the look of lust on all three men's faces. "I would like to be fucked now, master."

  Brock raises his eyebrows, surprised that I'm getting into it. The cameramen move to get a better view while Brock inches toward me, pumping his huge cock to get it read for me. He spits into his hand, rubbing the saliva over his prick's skin.

  Pressing his cock between my pussy lips, Brock rubs himself against me, pressing against my sensitive nub just right. I moan and pinch my nipple through the thick fabric of the uniform. Slapping his cock against me a few times, Brock then places the huge mushroom shaped head at my entrance and presses into me.

  "Ssss," I hiss, breathing in slowly to manage the pain. He's much larger than he looks, and if he's not careful I could be ripped apart. The danger of the situation only makes it hotter for me, leaving me panting and wanting more. Slowly, Brock enters me inch by inch until he's finally fully nestled within my quim. I feel my vaginal muscles twitch against the invader, and watch his eyes roll back with each twitch. I consciously flex my muscles now, milking his cock as he gets ready to fuck me.

  With his first stroke, he pulls out almost completely, only the head of his penis remaining inside of me. Slowly, he pushes himself back in. Again, faster this time. And again, and again, until his cock is pounding me fast enough for his balls to be audibly slapping against my ass while he fucks me.

  He takes one of my legs, forcing me onto my side and my calf over his shoulder. The new position makes me feel even more pull, the pressure of his thickness driving me wild. He reaches over to grab my tits, and then my braid. Pulling on it allows him more power to fuck me harder and faster. The pain and pleasure mixing together is pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the orgasmic cliff, but I don't want to cum until he does. I want to feel his hot seed inside of me before I explode.

  Letting go of my braid, he digs his nails into my back, scratching down my skin as he lets out a long, manly cry. I know he's about to cum, and I finally let myself loose as his cock twitches and the first gob of sticky cum hits my womb. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I shout, grabbing his arm and trying to move against him. I need it rougher! Harder!

  Finally, as my orgasm subsides and the last of his sperm shoots within me, he pulls out. I feel the sticky mess dripping
out of my cunt. Laying on my back again, I spread my legs wide as the camera clicks away, frame after frame of my cunt leaking Brock's ejaculate.

  The men hand me a towel as Brock goes off to the bathroom to clean himself up. "So," I say with a wicked smile on my face. "How did I do?"

  Paul glances at Harry and shrugs. "We'll cut you a check for $1000, and we'll need your phone number. We'd definitely like to use you again in the future."

  Touch My Black Skin

  Interracial Urban Impregnation Erotica

  Asia Marquis

  I love basketball. Is that weird, for a girl to like basketball? There's constant action. Football has a lot of down time with time outs, and hockey can get really violent, but basketball is the perfect medium between the two.

  Plus, the players are almost all so hot. Tall men! What's not to love about them?

  My favorite player, Andrew Summers, is this hot golden god. Yeah, I know. A black girl loves a white basketball star. You don't have to make fun of me!

  The way he runs down the court, and how he looks with sweat running down his muscles... wonderful. I'd die for a man like that.

  Instead...

  I look to my right, and there's my boyfriend. Aaron. I've been with him for 2 years. At first he was romantic, even sweet sometimes, but as he got comfortable he got mean. Not only that, but he let himself go. Since he doesn't have to try to find a girlfriend anymore, his once hard body is now a soft mushy pile of gross.

  The sound of shoes against the lacquered floor catches my attention, and I'd rather be looking down at the court anyway. For my birthday, Aaron bought tickets to one of the biggest games. Our team is playing our biggest rival. And so far? We're winning.

  I turn my head just in time to see Andrew run past one of the rival players and slam dunk the basketball. He lands and turns to our side of the stadium, roaring in celebration. One more point for us!

  Technically the other team could catch up but, well, it's not likely.

  At half time, the stadium plays some pop music. I dance a bit while Aaron drinks his beer and stares at his cell phone. Aaron isn't as much of a basketball fan as I am.

  “Are you having fun?” I ask, smiling and hoping he'll at least pretend he is. Okay, so I have a thing for white guys. Sue me! There aren't that many single black dudes in this town that aren't gay. A girl has to settle at some point, right?

  He looks up at me, his eyes half lidded. “Huh? Oh, yeah, this is great, babe.”

  He turns back away, and I roll my eyes. Crossing my arms, I wait for halftime to end. I hear a roar and look up to see a cute younger couple, probably teenagers, kissing on the kiss cam. Cute! I grin and clap with everyone else around me, everyone except Aaron.

  Then the camera changes and I realize it's pointing at me! I gasp and elbow Aaron.

  “Ow- fuck off!” He snarls.

  “We're on the kiss cam!” I say.

  He looks up, and I take his chin and pull him in for a kiss. He rolls his eyes and pulls away from me, spilling some of his beer on me. The whole crowd boos him as he finishes his beer.

  The camera switches, and a few of the women around us tut and shake their heads. Aaron looks up to see everyone giving him the stink eye, then turns to me. “You're such a fucking attention whore.”

  “What the fuck?” I yell, but then the players come back onto the court. I decide to enjoy my birthday present for now, and then kick his ass later. There's no reason to ruin my birthday present because of him.

  The game ends, and Aaron is stuck talking to another man about the game. He's pretending he knows anything at all about basketball.

  We won, of course. Andrew kicked serious ass down there. I watch as he leaves the stadium and I stand up.

  “Where are you going?” Aaron asks.

  “Fuck off.” I wave him off. “You're walking home alone.”

  I head out, but Aaron follows me, screaming at me the whole way.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't talk to me that way, you bitch! I bought you these tickets for your birthday, and this is how you repay me? You better give me the best head I have ever gotten tonight, I deserve it after this.”

  I whip myself around and glare at him. He charges up to me and raises a hand, but before he can hit me someone else grabs my arm and pulls me. Suddenly I'm running! I can barely keep up with whoever grabbed me.

  Whoever he is, he must be a big fan because he's all dressed up! He's even wearing Andrew's jersey. Of course it would be an Andrew fan that saves me. We run past groups of reporters who turn their cameras to us, probably because we're running right past security. For some reason, they let us.

  We stop and I turn around to see Aaron barely keeping up with us, but unable to get past security. His scream grow quiet as he's escorted away.

  “Hey, thanks for saving me! How did you get us past security?” I ask, looking at my savior. I gasp and step back, covering my mouth. “Hang on!”

  The man who saved me is tall, dark and handsome. His eyes are slightly slanted, his pale skin glistening with sweat. He chuckles as I try to hold myself together.

  This isn't just a fan of Andrew! I was saved by Andrew himself!

  “Oh my god!” I cry, reaching out to touch him. He's still sweaty from playing, and probably from the run. I know I'm a little sweaty. “Oh my god, I can not believe I was just saved by Andrew Summers!” My lip is quivering and, well, now I'm crying. For some reason I press my head into Andrew's chest, and he just lets it happen. What a great guy.

  “That you were. My mom was killed by her abuser. I won't let that slide, not for anyone. Are you going to be okay?”

  “Yeah,” I say, shaking. Andrew gently wraps one arm around me. “I think so. I mean I'm scared of him. I need to leave him, because this isn't the first time he's tried to hit me. I just don't have anywhere else to go.”

  “That's easy,” Andrew says. “Stay with me, at least until you're on your feet.”

  I look up at him. “Say what? You just met me, you don't know if I'm some crazy girl who orchestrated all of this to get near you.”

  “I'd say that's pretty unlikely,” he says. “Anyway, you need help. Here, let's do something really fun. Take out your phone.”

  “Okay,” I say, fumbling in my pocket for my smart phone. I hand it to him. “Why?”

  He takes my phone and taps the screen a few times. Then he pulls me in with his big, strong arms and kisses me right on the lips. The flash goes off. I hear the fake shutter sound that was put in to warn girls their panties were being photographed. Even after the photo is finished, Andrew keeps his lips on mine. He kisses me softly at first, but then he pulls me in closer and kisses me even harder. He has to lean over to do it, but, well... it's still romantic! And confusing. Why is this happening again?

  He finally pulls away and I feel a little bit dizzy. I grin like a doofus and put a hand on his pecs to steady myself. Once I'm done swooning, he hands me back my phone with a huge grin on his face. He looks a little bit flushed.

  “Send this to him,” he says.

  “Oh?” I say, not really understanding. “Send it to who?” I stare down at the photo. I look surprised, but there it is. His lips are planted firmly on mine. He looks like he's really into it.

  “Your boyfriend. Who will now be your ex boyfriend. Send that to him, and then you're coming with me.”

  Oh, god. Should I really do that? Aaron would kill me... but who cares? He's an abusive asshole.

  Still, he's all I know. Oh, what should I do?

  Andrew clears his throat. I gulp, and then nod. I send the photo to Aaron. A few moments pass, and I think I might hear a huge angry roar from far away. I'm probably just imagining it.

  He wraps his arm around my shoulder and smiles down at me. “Come on, girl. What's your name, anyway?”

  “Jaclyn,” I say.

  “Jaclyn, let's head back to my house and get you set up.

  Andrew's house isn't as huge as I expected. He's got a great
contract, but he still just lives in a normal house. Sure there's security outside, but aside from that it almost looks like a house I could afford one day.

  “Here,” he says, handing me a glass of wine.

  “Thanks!” I sip on it and lay back against the couch. “So I assume I'll be sleeping here? It's definitely comfortable enough.”

  Andrew shakes his head. “That's not exactly what I was thinking, no.”

  I look up at him. His eyes are filled with a strange emotion, one that makes me feel a little uncomfortable. It's not unpleasant, though. Just strange.

  “Do you want me to show you how beautiful I think you are?”

  “Me?” I laugh. “I'm not-”

  “Don't even say it. Come here.” Andrew grabs me and pulls me into the hallway, in front of a mirror. The frame is copper, and the mirror itself has a few small cracks.

  “Look,” he says, tracing his hand along my jaw. “Your perfect bone structure. You're symmetrical, and though you're not stick thin, all the extra you have on you is beautiful. And it's necessary, for becoming pregnant.”

  “Pregnant?” I ask, my voice only barely audible.

  His hand slides down my neck, to my collarbone, and then both hands cup my breasts. “And here, the perfect breasts for producing milk for babies. Big, heavy, and beautiful. I bet your nipples would taste sweet if I were to lick them right now.”

  Why does he keep bringing up babies?

  “Your stomach,” he continues, rubbing his warm hand over my abdomen. “Will one day swell with child, but even then your wide hips and large breasts will leave you looking womanly. No, dear, you're beautiful. You're perfect, and you're designed for one thing: to become pregnant.”

  “Hang on,” I protest, trying to pull away. “I'm not ready to have children.”

  “You are if you want to stay here. I knew the moment I saw you, that I wanted to put my seed in you. Maybe I could have any woman in the world, but I have never had this hunger for anyone before. You're special. I don't know what it is, but you are unique. I want to devour you.” His mouth falls to my neck, his teeth sinking into my dark skin. He bites, hard, but it feels good more than it hurts.