by Nia Jones
White Seduction
By Nia Jones
POSTED FOR MOBILISIM FORUM
mad.donna
Copyright
1st Original Edition, October 2014
Copyright © 2014 Nia Jones
This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, are entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without written consent from the author.
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Warning
This story contains incredibly graphic descriptions of BWWM interracial sex and intense BDSM situations that are guaranteed to leave you hot and bothered! Reader discretion is strongly advised. If the idea of being taken and dominated by two sexy ass white men bothers you: read no further! This one will leave you PARCHED.
Kiana tore into the crowded hotel bar with a racing heart. She was fuming. The small PR firm she worked for had sent her to Indianapolis for an impromptu meeting at the last minute. Of course what none of her bosses had taken into consideration was the bi-annual monster truck event happening the Sears Arena.
It was a major event that seemed to draw out all the dumb rednecks from nearby towns and every halfway decent hotel, motel, and bed and breakfast in the city was booked to capacity.
Now here Kiana was. Stranded in what might have been the seediest slumlord owned and operated motel in all of Indianapolis and as if things weren't already bad enough, the room she was in was quite possibly the most run-down one in the place.
It was a joke.
No. That wasn’t a serious enough word. It was an atrocity. The place made the shitty little hole-in-the-wall motels Kiana stayed in as a child with her mother in the midst of poverty seem like the Hilton. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a tiny single bed and a table. There wasn't even a bathtub for Kiana to soak her exhausted body in after her incredibly long flight.
Exasperated by the day’s turn of events, Kiana retired to the bar in a nicer hotel nearby with the hope of drowning herself in liquor. She was also dying for a cigarette, but unfortunately for her, Indiana had taken the same route as so many other states. Smoking indoors was no longer allowed. Even in bars.
Lucky for Kiana, for the first time that day, something finally seemed to go her way. As she slipped through the door of the bar, she was greeted instantly by a heavy wave of smoke.
So much for rules, Kiana thought, lighting up a menthol cigarette and taking a seat at the counter next to a man sipping a drink that appeared to be whiskey on the rocks. He was also smoking a cigarette of his own.
Kiana watched as the bartender, a rough looking man with a full beard and a tired demeanor opened his mouth to speak. For a moment she thought he was going to tell her that she couldn’t smoke but the rugged man beside her grunted deeply before he could, ashing his cigarette into the empty beer can in front of him. The bartender sighed heavily at the gesture, backing down as he approached Kiana and took her drink order.
It was then that Kiana’s initial disappointment returned with a vengeance. Not only were there no cocktails on the menu but there were also no martinis or any of the other drinks she enjoyed after a long hard day. As though on cue, she opened her mouth to complain, but a soft shuffling noise from beside her caught her attention, bringing her back down to earth. The man seated on the wooden stool beside her was shaking his half-empty glass in an exasperated female bartender’s face, the ice clinking around in it as he nodded his head at her sternly.
Before Kiana could wrap her head around what was going on the bartender placed a glass of vodka on the rocks in front of her and she turned to take another, closer look at the mysterious man seated next to her. His dark hair was long and unruly and curled up around his furrowed brows. His face was angular and handsome but it was obvious that he hadn’t brought a razor to it in weeks.
But it was his clothing that really caught Kiana’s attention. It was ratty and worn, as well as stained by what appeared to be a mixture of oil, sweat, and gasoline. At first glance he appeared to be nothing more than your standard dirty biker. At least according to Kiana’s small-minded point of view.
As far as she was concerned he was nowhere on her level. She was accustomed to spending time with men who were her equals in society or at least in the corporate world. There was just something she found empowering about controlling successful men. But in a weird way she couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the rugged man beside her, as different as he was. So she tipped her glass back and thanked him before downing the bitter liquid in front of her in one swift motion.
For a while they both sat idly at the bar, neither one of them speaking. It was despite Kiana’s better judgment and one too many drinks that she began to silently debate on whether or not she should take the man to bed, but ultimately she decided against it
She wasn’t that desperate. The man was attractive and would have made for a pretty entertaining one-night stand but the truth was, Kiana had no desire to form any sort of attachment, even a temporary one, to some guy in a shitty hotel bar. No man ever seemed capable of sleeping with her without growing overly attached.
Deciding that was her cue to leave, Kiana quickly thanked the man and the bartender and gathered up her things before departing back to her room. Then it hit her. For some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on, she felt as though she had an itch that needed to be scratched. Shrugging her shoulders, Kiana decided that the best thing she could do was retreat back to her room to resolve the problem on her own before retiring to bed.
When Kiana got back to her room she pulled out her key card and slid it in her door. She was attempting to shut it behind her when a calloused hand shot out and forced it open. Kiana turned on her heels, feeling an odd mix of fear and shock swelling up inside her stomach as the towering man pushed his way inside her tiny motel room. He lifted a finger to her full lips and silenced her before she could protest, shoving her backwards and slamming the door shut tightly behind him.
Kiana opened her mouth in an attempt at defending herself but something in the mysterious man’s intense brown eyes silenced her. She tried to fight the heat between her thighs but it wasn’t long before it turned into a full-on raging fire. She held her breath, too afraid of what would happen next to move.
This was completely foreign to Kiana. She was used to being the one in charge, the one in complete control. Now here she was. Allowing some strange man she didn't know to invade her curvaceous body and leave her throbbing and aching for more despite her fear.
Part of Kiana knew she could resist. That she could put up a fight. But there was something in the man’s stern yet commanding demeanor that left her yearning for more. It was a silent warning. A promise of violence if she didn’t cooperate.
But never once did he actually threaten her. There were no unwanted gestures. There were no harsh words exchanged. He didn't have to speak to get his point across. It was just a feeling deep in the pit of Kiana’s stomach. One that reassured her that running away wasn't an option.
The man looked Kiana up and down intensely but it felt more like he was looking right through her. She nodded nervously, feeling her body tremble as the pent up desire inside of her began to have its way with her. She began to unbutton her sheer blouse without having to be told, and before long, she was standing completely naked before him, her tawny nipples rising to full attention from the cold temperature in the room and the man’s ever-looming gaze.
He pulled Kiana against his towering body with full force, bringing her crashing down to her knees as she came closer to him. Deep down she knew exactly what he wanted from her but
on the surface she felt quite conflicted. On the one hand she wanted to put up a fight. She wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs. She wanted to deny what was happening to her. But on the other hand she wanted to remain silent. For reasons she didn't entirely understand, she felt obligated to please the man who had manage to dominate her without uttering even a single word.
Ultimately lust won. Kiana reached out to the man with unsteady hands, biting down on her bottom lip as she unzipped his tattered jeans and brought them to the ground with one swift pull. Kiana gasped as his meaty cock sprung free from within the confines of his pants. It was so damn big! She wrapped her small hands around his throbbing shaft without a second thought, stroking up and down his length as she rubbed her wet tongue over her lips in full concentration.
Hungry with desire, Kiana eased her mouth even further down the stranger’s wooden shaft and gagged as she took his entire length in her mouth.
Finally she heard him speak. "Oh fuck!" the man groaned in a heavy Irish accent, reaching down to grab a fist full of Kiana’s curly brown hair as she bobbed her soaking wet mouth up and down his throbbing member. He tensed his jaw. "That's it baby. Keep doing that."
Kiana moaned around his cock as he gripped her head even harder, pulling her down the length of his meaty cock even further as she gagged. The sound muffled as thick drops of pre-cum made contact with the roof of her mouth. She continued to apply suction to the base, dreading and savoring every moment of the lucid encounter.
A few moments later the man’s breathing quickened and his grip tightened around Kiana's head and neck. She knew what was coming but instead of fighting his impending release, she gave into it, knowing it was what she truly desired.
The man drew in a sharp breath and braced himself for the inevitable. As though on cue, Kiana increased her suction and tightened her mouth around his throbbing shaft, cupping his large balls in her free hand. And just like that, the man exploded his seed deep into her mouth, pulling her small frame tight against his body as a deep groan escaped his throat.
Thoroughly exhausted, Kiana struggled to swallow every last drop of the salty fluid but was unable to quench the thirst she had become so addicted to. After she had swallowed every last drop, allowing the man to fully drain himself into her mouth, she let out a soft moan at the sight of his cum soaked cock, feeling slightly ashamed by her uncontrollable lust.
What am I doing? Kiana wondered. Here she was, one of the most powerful PR agents in the Midwest, shaking like a bitch in heat for a dangerous stranger she had only just met.
And the worst part?
She loved every last minute of it…
The man pushed Kiana back on the bed without any hesitation and she stretched against the small mattress, which squeaked as she adjusted herself beneath him. With a moan, she spread apart her slender legs, panting with desire and feeling ashamed and incredibly turned on as he fondled her.
The man shook his head and gripped Kiana's arms, turning her roughly onto her stomach in one quick motion. She moaned into the mattress as he positioned himself behind her and pinned her arms tightly against her lower back. His calloused hands gripped her by the waist as he slid his way inside of her with full force, slamming against the walls of her sweet pussy in one hard thrust.
Kiana let out a soft scream as a mini-orgasm racked its way through her. She struggled to relax, forcing her body to adjust to the burly mans girth as he invaded her tight slit and pounded her even harder, causing her to scream as one orgasm after another crashed through her.
She had never felt so used. So invaded…
As their orgasms began to slowly subside, the man withdrew his half limp cock from Kiana’s slit and sighed, pressing the blunt end of it flush against her juicy little ass. Kiana shook her head and struggled against his tight grip. She wasn’t sure how much more pleasure she could take but despite her resistance, the man tightened his grip on her even harder and refused to let go as his cock found her slit and penetrated her once more, causing her to let out a throaty moan.
Kiana begged and pleaded as he pounded roughly into her tired cunt, gripping her arms with one hand and pulling her hair with the other. Before long, his thrusts became more powerful and forceful and Kiana lost all control of herself, letting out a loud scream that damn near shook the walls.
The man took that as his cue and began pounding Kiana even more roughly, slamming deep inside her tight little pussy as she whimpered and feverishly rubbed her clit, riding out her orgasm as the man explode inside of her, his warm cum bubbling from the seams of her abused slit.
As one last mind numbing orgasm shook through her exhausted body, Kiana realized that she had somehow managed to scream herself hoarse and collapsed against the mattress, fighting to keep her eyes open as she drifted into a pleasure-induced trance.
Hours later she finally regained consciousness and rolled over in the unmade bed, rubbing her eyes as she took in the blinking red alarm clock. It was just past 12 a.m. Kiana looked around her dark motel room and realized with haste that the man was nowhere in sight. He had left, leaving her sore and satisfied in his wake.
Kiana sighed and clawed a hand through her curls. It bothered her on some level that she hadn't at least learned his name, but somehow that only served to make the whole ordeal seem even kinkier.
Then she noticed the note. It was short and straight to the point, written in heavy black ink on a page of faded motel stationary. Meet me tomorrow. Across town. Nicer bar. Something more your speed.
Kiana held her breath. Below the writing was an address, written hastily just as the pen seemed to lose ink. She contemplated tossing the note in the trash but something made her think twice and she shoved it inside her purse instead, exhaling a deep sigh.
She told herself that she wouldn’t go. As tempting of an offer as it might have been and as good as the man had made her feel, he wasn’t right for her…
"How much do you want for her?”
The man’s accent was an odd one. Not quite Midwestern but not quite Southern either. When Kiana entered the saloon-style bar, she for whatever reason noticed his boots first, steel toed black leather workman’s books which looked even more intimidating offset by the man’s muscular, weathered body.
And his smell…
He smelled like a familiar mixture of cigarettes, oil, and sweat. Kiana swallowed nervously. What have I gotten myself into? She wondered. She shouldn't have come. She should have caught her plane home that day after her meeting as planned. But as she boarded her flight, in the midst of handing over her ticket to the attendant, she found the haphazardly written note in her purse and changed her mind, darting out of the crowded airport and hailing for a taxi.
Now, as two piercing brown eyes burned against her own, Kiana felt all too aware of what a huge mistake she had made. She watched in fear as the man whispered something in his friend’s ear, his eyes glimmering and never leaving hers.
It was then that she noticed their names, which were stitched eloquently into the patches they wore proudly on their weathered leather cuts. The man Kiana had slept with was named Damien. And the other man, who was also staring at Kiana intensely, was named Lucas.
Kiana watched Damien reach into the pocket of his weathered jeans and pull out a brown leather wallet. He handed a few crumpled bills to Lucas and a heavy knot surfaced in Kiana’s throat. Something wasn’t right.
What the hell was going on?
Finally Lucas spoke up, his voice deep and intimidating. "Great find Damien,” he said coolly, taking a step towards Kiana. He winked at her as a sinister smile formed on his full lips. "This one was a catch."
"I don't know what the fuck is going on,” Kiana spoke up, gripping her purse and stumbling for the door. She tried to make her voice sound as stern as possible. She was not about to let herself become the property of a couple of fucked up bikers. “But I’m out of here."
But the determined men ignored her, laughing and slapping palms as they continued with t
heir negotiations. Kiana trembled in fear and eyed the door. There was a hefty looking man with a full beard and sunglasses standing guard in front of it.
It was clear to Kiana that if she tried to make a run for it, he'd surely stop her and it occurred to her that if she couldn't find a way to talk herself out of this, she was very much trapped.
"Thanks man,” Kiana heard Damien speak up, tearing her from her thoughts. She shivered. Everything about him was far more intimidating than it had been the night before and he certainly wasn't too cuddly then either. Kiana knew that whatever she was in for, it wasn't good.
"Take your time with her,” Damien added, nodding at Lucas. With that the bar door swung shut behind him and the bouncer followed in tow.
Kiana eyed Lucas and swallowed hard. Her heart felt like it was going to beat right through her ribcage and her body grew numb as the fear she experienced the night before washed over her once more. She had barely recovered from the pounding Damien had given her less than twelve hours ago. Every part of her body still ached. She wasn't equipped to deal with this.
Kiana hung her head, feeling defeated as her thick brown hair fell into her face. She tried her best to avoid looking at Lucas but that didn't stop him from looking at her. "You tired?" he finally asked, his voice grainy. He poured himself a shot of whiskey and came to stand in front of her.
"Yes,” Kiana managed, her voice soft and barley above a whisper. She lifted her head, her eyes drifting to the beginnings of a hard-on straining against Lucas’ jeans.
He nodded and took a drag off his cigarette, allowing the ash to fall. "Well,” he began. "It’s time for you to wake up baby doll."
His tone was snide and domineering and Kiana felt as though she was being invaded without even being touched. Before she could knit together a response, Lucas reached forward, pressing the burning end of his cigarette against the small band of exposed flesh on her stomach. Kiana yelped and jerked backwards, feeling a wave of adrenaline wash through her exhausted body as she attempted to swing at him.