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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Thirty One



The Imaginary Man (Part III)

by rache


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Story Codes: M/F, Rom, Interr, Cheat, Cuck, Humil, Reluct, Preg?

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    "I met someone," I licked my lips and Richard blinked at me across
the small table where we were having lunch.

    "What does that mean?" he wondered and he'd only just sat down
after kissing my cheek. I'd arrived early, like I was eager, but in
reality I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to see my husband,
not like this, and I'd missed him terribly.

    "He's a white man," I said quietly, while we pretended to look at
our menus, sitting across from each other.

    "Okay." Richard nodded.

    "He loves me," I sighed. "Or he says he does anyway."

    "Do you love him?" Richard swallowed hard.

    "I think so," I looked into my husband's eyes. "I'm carrying his
baby."

    "You what?" He sat back like I'd slapped him.

    "He's from Chicago," I explained, trying to keep the calm,
measured tone I'd rehearsed so carefully. "He wants me to go back with
him. To stay with him."

    Richard didn't say anything so I kept talking.

    "After we're divorced..." I put my menu down. "He's asked me to
marry him, Richard. I...I accepted."

    "I see." The man neither frowned nor smiled, but just sat there
looking at me with his big brown eyes.

    "What do you think?" I asked him.

    "I wish you wouldn't." Richard looked down, avoiding me. "But if
that's what you want..."

    "You're not going to fight for me?" I asked him.

    "Do you want me to?" he asked. "What do you want me to say?"

    "Never mind." I frowned and we were quiet for a few minutes, until
the waiter came and took our order and our menus away.

    "I love you, Amber," Richard told me. "I don't understand why you
were upset. Why you left me. And now this...What do you want from me?"

    "I want you to be jealous, Richard." I stared back at him. "I want
you to be mad, okay? I want you to slap my face and call me names.
That's what I want."

    Richard looked around as I'd gotten a little loud and I dropped my
voice, leaning across the table.

    "I want the man I married," I told him. "I want a man who thinks
I'm worth more than...jerking off!"

    "Shhh...Amber..." Richard cleared his throat. "You're making a scene."

    "What?" I laughed. "Fuck it. Make a scene, Richard! That's what
you should be doing. Not me. You!"

    "Why are you doing this?" He shook his head. "I just want you to
be happy, that's all."

    "Do I look happy?" I asked him.

    "No," my husband sighed and we looked at each other while other
people watched and whispered. "Where's the papers?" he asked and I
narrowed my eyes. "The divorce papers, I'll sign them."

    "You'll give me a divorce?" I asked.

    "It's what you want, right?" he shrugged. "Go to Chicago and have
this man's baby?"

    "There is no baby, Richard." I stood up. "There's no white man
either. I just wanted to see what you'd do."

    So it wasn't all my problem, I decided, leaving Richard to sit
there by himself. I was going back to my dorm. Why couldn't the guy
get mad? He should have been jealous, that's what I wanted. My husband
was telling me I wasn't worth the trouble, that's what it felt like.
He would have signed divorce papers right then and there. It wasn't
reasonable to my mind. It wasn't how a man behaved, how a husband
reacted to the news that his wife was leaving him for someone else.

    I should have divorced him, I thought. Married a guy like Seth,
someone selfish and possessive. I liked that. I wanted it and maybe
even needed it. It made me feel safe knowing I had a man watching me,
worrying over me. I thought I'd had that in Richard, but now I knew I
didn't. I loved him though, that was the problem.

    That and the fact that I was a coward.

    I should have talked to him and I hadn't. I'd ambushed him, that's
all. He wanted me happy, wasn't that important too? Richard loved me
enough to let me go, or so it could be argued, and I'd thrown that
selfless devotion back in his face. God! I was going crazy trying to
sort this out. Why couldn't he be like all the other men? Why did my
husband have to be different?


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    "Hi." Richard smiled at me as I walked into our condo. I'd called
him to say I was coming home, not saying when exactly or even why, but
only that.

    "Hi." I smiled at him and dropped my bags on the kitchen floor. I
was going to cry.

    "I missed you," he told me, standing at the stove cooking...Chili or
something. I shook my head and walked over.

    "Me too." I let him take me in his arms and hug me tightly and
that was what I really needed.

    "I'm sorry, Amber," Richard said softly. "I love you so much."

    "Yeah," I nodded, just closing my eyes and pressing my cheek
against his chest. "I'm not going to cheat on you."

    "Okay," Richard agreed quietly.

    "I don't want to do it," I whispered. "I don't want to see those
movies. I don't want anything, okay? Just you and me."

    "I'll get rid of them," my husband promised.

    "Just us," I sighed and I hoped it was true, but everytime Richard
made love to me, I wondered who it was he imagined I was fucking.

    He wasn't really happy with our sex life either. It wasn't so good
as it had once been and our lovemaking felt mechanical and obligatory.
I wanted him often, but when Richard would take me, there was
something missing and it was frustrating. I remembered him in the car
that night, after I'd danced with Seth, and the urgency my husband had
felt. I needed that, even artificial as it had been, it had been
something and now it was nowhere to be found. After a few months it
was getting to the point where I was almost willing to let him get
another one of those movies, the interracial videos that turned my
husband on so much. The spark that was missing, I wanted to believe,
was his and I didn't know what to do about it.

    We argued over little things and after nearly a year of marriage...
had we made a mistake? It was depressing. After awhile we mostly just
stopped. We didn't talk. We didn't fuck. We shared a condo and that
was all. Shared some bills and some furniture. We were roommates, my
husband and me. I found Richard's stash of interracial porn on his
computer by accident. Photographs and stories, video clips and all
that stuff. More disturbing were some of the emails he'd saved from
men, white men presumably, who were interested in fucking me. My
husband had opened some sort of account on a lonely hearts web site in
my name.

    "He did what?" Lisa was drinking her beer and I was just looking
at mine. I'd moved back into my dorm on campus without leaving so much
as a note behind for my husband.

    "Yeah," I nodded. "Married black female seeking white men for
dating and short term relationships."

    "He was pretending to be you?" Lisa took a swig of her beer just
so she wouldn't laugh. It wasn't very funny.

    "I guess," I shrugged. "He put a dozen pictures of me on the
website. The ones he said he'd never show anyone."

    "Uhhh...What's the name of that website?" Lisa asked and then she
did laugh and I rolled my eyes.

    "Lisa!"

    "I'm just kidding," she said. "God, that's kinda sick."

    "Yeah," I drank some beer and made a face. "He was writing them
back, those guys, telling them what I'd do. How I liked to...you know,
do stuff with white men."

    "That's really sick," Lisa frowned and then tried to smile,
looking at my unfinished beer. "If I'd known you were coming back I'd
have bought some wine."

    "Well, I'm here to stay now," I told her. "I feel totally used,
you know? Just...used. Half the city probably thinks I'm a slut. I'm
afraid I'll be walking around the mall and some white guy's gonna
recognize me. God! I can't believe he did that to me."

    "Are you going to divorce him?" Lisa asked slowly.

    "I don't know," I sighed. "I don't feel like I love him right
now."

    "He's not gonna change," Lisa predicted, pushing her glasses up
her nose. "I mean, it's in his head. Richard wants what he wants, same
as everybody does."

    "Why can't he just want me?" I frowned and then I was crying
again. "What about what I want?"


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    "This isn't a good idea," I decided and I was ready to get back
into the taxi, but Sheila was holding my hand.

    "Why?" she asked and I really hated that question.

    "I'm still married, for one thing," I frowned at her.

    "You're separated," she told me. "That means you get to play the
field."

    "Doesn't change the fact..."

    "That you're going to jump off a bridge if you don't have some
fun?" Sheila cut me off. "Come on now, you look fantastic. Put on a
smile. There's three billion boys in the world, remember that."

    "Uh...so?" I laughed weakly.

    "So let's go break a few, girl!" Sheila grinned at me. "And forget
about what's-his-name. You should have taken off your rings."

    "Don't start," I told my friend seriously. My rings didn't come
off, not while there was a chance. But if there was a chance...What was
I doing here?

    "Okay, okay..." Sheila sighed theatrically as we entered the dance
club and it was just like I remembered it from the one night Richard
had brought me there. Notorious. That was fitting.

    I didn't want to be there, not really, but Sheila was right. If I
didn't have some fun, I was going to lose it completely. I was
separated from my husband, but only in practical terms. Legally I was
still very much his wife and the idea of cheating on him...I felt my
stomach tightly knotted and my mouth was dry. I wasn't supposed to be
out by myself like that. I wasn't supposed to be wearing a little red
dress that hugged the few small inches of my body it covered. I wasn't
supposed to be wearing the black stockings and three inch fuck me
pumps I was balanced on. I was wearing a thong, for crying out loud,
and made-up perfectly the way a married woman shouldn't be. Not
without her husband holding her hand.

    Sheila was right. I looked fantastic and it was the first time in
more than a year that I'd dressed up for someone besides Richard.
Supposedly that someone was me, like I was looking all hot and sexy
just to spoil myself. To bolster my self-esteem and feel good after
the degradation of Richard's secret betrayal. I deserved to be
beautiful, that's what Sheila had told me and I desperately wished I
could believe her, but I soon felt the hungry stares of all those men...
wasn't that the real reason? I wanted to be desirable, even if it was
only in the eyes of a stranger. Richard had his porn and his strange
fetish and his loving right hand to keep him company.

    What did I have?

    I danced with Sheila for the first ten minutes, which was part of
her master plan to get us all the attention we could handle. Two very
attractive women, one white and the other black, grinding on the dance
floor? Sure, guys love that stuff and while I wasn't exactly the type
for dirty dancing, my friend was. All I had to do was play the
straight girl for her impromptu stage act. And it was fun, I admit it.
I love dancing and once we started I found myself relaxing and
smiling, loosening up and forgetting everything else. Sheila was a
good dancer and it had been too long for me.

    Ten minutes, or fifteen maybe, that was all it took and when we
returned to our table we had drinks waiting for us, a lot of drinks
and of course they came with men attached to them. Black guys, white
guys, handsome and otherwise. This was fun of another sort and if I
was reluctant and out of practice, Sheila was neither and she'd
finally settled on a tall, dark dance partner named Steven. He was hot
and black and Sheila was making a point.

    I wasn't ready to settle for anyone and my nerves were faltering
as I held my left hand in my lap, rubbing my wedding band and
wondering why Richard wasn't with me. Sheila was dancing a slow one, a
close one, and Steven had her ass in his hands and that just made it
worse somehow. The guy reminded me of my husband.

    "Where's your husband tonight?" a voice asked me and I looked up
suddenly, blinking at the man.

    "Um..."

    "Seth," he smiled at me. "Would you like to dance? Amber, right?"

    "What are you doing here?" I wondered dumbly, but I'd only been in
that club twice in my entire life and he just happened to be there
both times? Either he lived there, I thought, or fate had a real
twisted sense of humor.

    "I live here," he shrugged and then laughed at the look on my
face. "I'm kidding. Come on, they're playing our song."

    He held out his hand expectantly and I wasn't sure why I was
taking it, except that I remembered dancing with him before and how
nice it had felt. That wasn't the reason though. I remembered how Seth
had told me he was a jealous man, that if he were my husband I
wouldn't ever be sitting alone in a club. Not for a whole night. Not
even for five minutes, and those words had almost haunted me when I'd
compared them so often to Richard's desires.

    Seth was as handsome as I remembered him too. Big and strong, he
was a construction worker who had the bearing of someone else, an
athletic attorney or a stock broker maybe. There was nothing brutal or
crude about him, but a sense of control and patience. It was strange
and interesting actually, although I couldn't say why. I'd been
attracted to him though, I knew that, and now I was again. A good
looking white man with neat black hair and soft blue eyes, a nice
smile and warm, gentle hands. I liked the way he held me and I'd
somehow forgotten that the song was so slow when I'd stood up.

    "Hmmm..." he sighed. "You smell good."

    "Do I?" I laughed lightly and I had my hands on his shoulders
while he held my hips and waist.

    "Yeah," Seth nodded and he was being polite, keeping some distance
between us as we moved. "A lot of women don't know how to wear
perfume."

    "Oh," I said with mock condescension. "You like my perfume."

    "No, uh-uh," he gave a bare shake of his head. "I mean, I can
smell you underneath it. You're not hiding. I like that."

    "Thank you," I laughed again, flirting with him. "I think."

    "Your welcome," Seth smiled and his hands caressed me through my
dress, giving me a small squeeze. "So where is that husband of yours?"

    "Um..." I frowned slightly. "I'd rather we didn't talk about him,
okay?"

    "Okay," he agreed. "I'm just trying to figure out why a beautiful
woman like you is alone in a place like this."

    "Me too," I rolled my eyes, maybe too playfully. The dress I wore
was thin and tight, as I said. My braless breasts strained against the
spandex like they were supposed to and my nipples were swollen
pebbles, prominent and aching. The tops of my tits were exposed with
deep cleavage and and Seth's eyes caressed my dark skin and God help
me, but I liked it.

    "We could go someplace else," Seth said softly and my heart
stuttered as it picked up speed.

    "Ohhh..." I smiled at that and shook my head. "That's not a good
idea, I think."

    "What if I said please?" Seth chuckled and I laughed because he
had a certain boyish charm that I hadn't noticed before. I liked that
as well. I liked everything about him and I wasn't supposed to.

    Sheila had left me all too soon, deciding that Steven was Mr.
Right Now and happily taking him home. Or at least to some motel room
near the airport probably. That left me alone with Seth who had
promised Sheila that he'd be on his best behavior. That was the last
thing my friend wanted out of him, but she'd made a big show of it
just for the sake of appearance in case something went wrong later.

    "God, what am I doing here?" I wondered and I was a little drunk,
but that wasn't going to be much of an excuse. I knew what I was
doing, if only a little questionable on why.

    "Looking at stars," Seth whispered and we were in the back of his
pickup truck, sitting close together and wrapped in a thick blanket
against the cool spring night.

    "I should go home," I said and I'd been saying that since we'd
left the club half an hour before, but somehow I never did.

    "Amber..." Seth whispered and his arm was around me like we were a
couple teenagers.

    "Seth, I..."

    He kissed me then, like I'd known he was going to and I wanted it,
but I was frightened. I'd never kissed a white man in my life. I'd
never kissed any man but Richard after our third date together. How
long ago was that, a part of me wondered. Too long, a voice answered
and my heart was going faster. My skin had goose bumps, but I wasn't
cold. I was warm all over, inside and out. Seth was holding me close
and his tongue was gentle as it slipped into my mouth.

    Just a kiss, I told myself. That wasn't cheating. I'd let him kiss
me and enjoy it. I deserved a kiss, didn't I? Seth's tongue filled my
mouth and I tickled it with my own. I licked and suckled it gently,
breathing slowly and feeling the man's humid breath on my skin. It was
only a kiss and there was nothing wrong with that. I needed the
attention, that's all, and Seth was such a nice guy, such a gentleman
all night long. He'd stop when I told him to, I knew that.

    We kissed deeply for many minutes and I stiffened slightly as I
felt Seth's hand on my left breast. I wasn't wearing a bra and he
found my swollen nipple easily through the thin material. I murmured
and moaned into his mouth, trying to tell him no. But kissing him felt
so good and my nipple was so hard. It was burning, flashing hot and
cold beneath his thumb and palm as he pressed his hand against my
body.

    My clothes were on and he was just copping a feel. That's what I
told myself and I felt like a high school girl again, warm in that old
blanket and under the stars with a boyfriend. Seth was just stealing
second base and every boy did that. I gave up my reluctance quickly
and protested no more as my tongue slipped inside the man's mouth. We
were sharing our saliva and making out recklessly, the way kids do.
The way adults do when it feels just right. How long since it had felt
like this with my husband? Too long. I just needed a man to hold me,
nothing more. A man to kiss me and massage my aching breasts while I
stroked his strong chest and stomach.

    "Ohhh..." I took a ragged breath and Seth's mouth moved down my neck
and he was kissing the tops of my tits, working my breasts with his
hand and trying to free them.

    "You're so beautiful, baby," Seth whispered, dragging his teeth
lightly across my skin. "You're amazing."

    "Seth...no...Please..." I sighed, catching my breath and shaking my
head. "I can't go too far, okay? Just kiss me."

    "I know," he said, pressing his lips to my flushed body, kissing
the swell of my breasts. "I just want to make you feel good. That's
all. Let me make it good for you, baby."

    "Ohhh Seth...No...Mmmm..." I almost winced with pleasure as he worked my
dress off my shoulders and beneath my breasts, both of them spilling
into the cool air. I hitched a sharp breath at the sensation and my
entire body flashed hot and cold with a shiver of pure excitement.

    "Beautiful, Amber..." Seth breathed and I gasped as I felt his mouth
on my right nipple, sucking my dark flesh between his lips.

    Oh! This was what I needed! My tits were in pain with the desire
to be kissed and licked and nibbled. Seth was working my right breast
eagerly, drawing not only the nipple but the sensitive flesh around it
into his hard sucking mouth. He washed my nipple with his tongue and
worked his teeth gently into my skin, chewing on my breast and making
me writhe with pleasure.

    My other breast was in his hand and getting attention of a
different sort. Held and fondled, Seth's fingers spreading and coming
together to pinch my tender tit between them. My nipple was caught
that way, as if accidentally, and he pushed and pulled it while his
hand made love to my breast. It was heaven for me as I'd always
enjoyed having my tits played with. They were my weakness, you might
say, a quick and sure path to earning my affectionate gratitude and I
had to stop him. In a minute, I told myself. This felt too good. Just
one more minute and I'd tell him no.

    Seth was very good at what he was doing and I was rather
inexperienced, which might explain my slow reactions when I felt his
other hand sliding up the inside of my thighs. I was feeling good all
over, cradling Seth's mouth to my breast and urging him to bite me
harder, to suckle my swollen nipple and ease the desperation growing
in my tummy. It was distracting and so I was surprised when I became
of aware of his fingers playing at the tops of my stockings and then
drifting higher. I ignored it, pretending it was all okay until his
fingertips brushed across my panty covered sex, teasing my already
throbbing clitoris through the frustration of my thong.

    "No...Seth, I can't do that..." I told him, meaning it this time and I
reached for his hand, intent on pulling him away from my pussy.

    "It's okay," the man replied between kisses, withdrawing his hand
but only by an inch, keeping his fingers on the soft inside of my
thigh. "I just want to touch you all over. You're so beautiful, Amber,
so sexy...Let me feel you...I won't do anything you don't want me to, I
promise..."

    I found his mouth on mine again and I believed his kisses. I
didn't close my legs, but let the man stroke my dark thighs, the
hollows near my barely covered vulva. He stayed away from my pussy and
that was almost worse. I was already so hot and moist down there I
could barely stand it. My clit was buzzing and my panties were stained
with my excitement. The wetness was trickling along the thin strip of
nylon that stretched across my anus and between my cheeks as I sat
there. I French kissed this white man long and deep, breathing his air
and catching his eyes with mine from mere inches away. I wasn't blind,
I had no excuse but the pleasure I'd been denied so long by my
husband. I knew what I was doing, what Seth was doing to me, but I
thought I could control it.

    After a few minutes his hand was back and again I protested, but
weaker this time as he silenced me with his lips and tongue and the
fingers caressing my throbbing clit. I lifted my hips despite myself
and I finally did try to close my legs, but that only trapped Seth's
hand and seemed to encourage the man further. He was rubbing my pussy
nicely and I felt my orgasm rising. The flood had been building for
some time and my body shook with the effort to control myself.

    "Ah! Ohh! Ummm..." I jerked liked a marionette dancing on strings of
pleasure when Seth slipped my thong aside and his fingers found the
raw flesh of my unguarded sex. I made as if I'd protest and pull away,
but that was only a dream and a small one compared to the feverish
desire that filled me.

    He stroked my exposed clit briefly and then slipped a single digit
inside my wanton cunt and I was lost. I was cumming and he knew it. He
kissed me hard and pushed another finger inside me, cupping my vulva
in his large, gentle hand while I came upon it. My legs squeezed
together tightly and my pussy spasmed with the joy of release. The
fire in my tummy seemed to explode through me, escaping through the
clasping channel of my cunt. I was cumming for this man I barely knew,
this white man who was giving me his tongue to suck while he fingered
my creaming black pussy.

    It was a wonderful orgasm and my first in a long, long while. I
was breathless and dizzy, flustered with ecstasy and Seth gave me no
respite. I suddenly found him between my legs, kissing my pussy as I
lay on my back. The blanket was only barely soft enough, but I didn't
care. Seth was pulling my panties down my long legs and his mouth was
fixed upon my sex. I'd never had my pussy licked before. Not once in
my entire life and I'd always wanted to know how it felt, but Richard
had refused the one time I'd asked. I'd been missing out and the shock
of unimagined pleasure was almost overwhelming. The sensations were
everything I'd heard about from my friends and more.

    I was going to cum again. I was helpless and all I could do was
hold Seth's face to my pussy, gasping and begging him to do more.
Whatever he was doing, I didn't want him to stop. I had my fingers
curled in his hair and I was bouncing my butt off the bed of his
truck, trying to find more pressure, more penetration from his tongue,
more pleasure for my selfish cunt. I was barely able to breathe as the
new experience seized me physically and even emotionally.

    I forgot everything else. I forgot my fear and nervousness, I
forgot my vows to Richard and my self-respect. Another man was licking
my pussy and I was cumming for him, that was all that mattered. Seth
was drinking my juices and making me feel special. I felt like a
goddess. I felt wanted and worshipped for the first time since...I
didn't know. I didn't care. I don't have any other words for it. I was
cumming.

    "Oh god oh god oh oh god..." I breathed, smiling and trembling and
trying to find myself amongst all the stars in that beautiful sky
above me. I was floating and high on my orgasms. They were the best
and made so as much by my need just to have them as much as anything
Seth had been doing to my body.

    "Your incredible, Amber," Seth whispered and he blocked the stars
and then his tongue was slipping between my open lips. I tasted myself
on him and I wasn't shocked or revolted by it. I was beyond that and I
washed the oily tang of my orgasm from his mouth, swallowing it for
him and grateful for his attentions. I felt saved, if you can imagine
it. I'd found what I'd been missing and...

    "Wha...What? No! Stop...Wait..." I gasped and tried to move, awoken from
my daze by the unmistakable sensation of Seth's cockhead as it rubbed
up and down my slit.

    "Shhh...Just relax...Let me inside, Amber...Uhhh...I know you want it,
baby...Yessss..." Seth sighed with pleasure and I went stiff beneath him
for a long moment as I felt his cock stretching the walls of my pussy.
It felt thick and hot and after more than a month without sex I was
unused to it at first. My sex was reluctant and I was reminded of my
wedding night when Richard had taken my virginity.

    "Seth...No! Please...I can't! I'm married..." I protested, pushing at
him weakly, but he was a large man and much stronger than I was.
"Please..."

    "I just want to feel you, Amber." He kissed my face. "I'll pull
out in a second, okay? I just have to know how you feel inside..."

    "You promised...Seth...Don't..." I closed my eyes. "I'm married...Pull
out..."

    "I will, Amber," he told me. "In a minute...Just relax, this feels
so good. You're so hot inside...So tight for me, baby...You're going to
love it..."

    He kissed me on the mouth, coaxing me to let his tongue inside
again and I did. I was going to cry and my heart was being torn as I
let this man violate my vows to my husband. My eyes hurt and I shut
them tightly and he was kissing me and I didn't refuse him anything
anymore. I was feeling his cock now, strong and thick and long as it
reached for my womb. He was big, although I had no idea how large
exactly, but he was filling me completely. The walls of my cunt were
spread around him, parting with a welcome discomfort at first and then
clasping around him eagerly once I was used to him.

    I was panting and moving as I felt another orgasm rising against
my desires. That was so unexpected. So wrong, to be enjoying the
sensations of another man's cock in my pussy. I was frightened now and
unhappy and I hadn't wanted it to go this far. But somehow I'd ended
up with Seth's cock inside me and it felt good. I was primed for it.
The man had gotten me so ready that I couldn't stop him. I wanted this
and my body was responding.

    My mind too as I told myself that Seth would pull out of me. He'd
keep his word and pull his cock out before he came. I had to trust him
and I was rationalizing everything. I was fucking him back and telling
myself it was okay because he wasn't going to cum inside my fertile
womb. I'd fought the desire and fought the pleasure and lost, my will
was gone and once I realized it there was nothing left but surrender.
I was broken so easily and I hated myself for it.

    "Jesus, you feel so good," Seth whispered. "I love the way you
fuck, Amber. I love fucking you, baby."

    "Yeah...yeah..." I licked my lips, nodding and my legs were wrapped
around his waist, my hands on Seth's shoulders as I pulled him into
me. "Fuck me...Fuck me good...Oh that's good...Yeah, oh yeah..."

    Seth was giving me long, deep strokes. He'd pull his cock almost
completely out of me, leaving me with a strange and unwelcome feeling
of emptiness for a second, and then he'd slide his cock balls deep
with one thrust. It was heavenly being fucked like that. Teased and
fulfilled all at once, and my body shivered with the anticipation of
my pending orgasm. It was there, I was on the edge and I fought for
every breath I could muster. My heart was racing and all I could think
of was that I wanted to cum before Seth had to pull out of me. He was
going to pull out and cum on my belly, but before he could I had to
have that last great climax.

    "I'm cumming...Cum...Don't stop...I'm there..." I gasped, hugging the
white man as tightly as I'd ever held anyone in my life and my best
orgasm yet hit my like a fist in the gut. I'd given myself to him
completely, once it was clear that I couldn't stop what was happening,
and now I was reaping the fruits of my infidelity. I was cumming on
another man's cock. A white cock as I pulled Seth to my mouth, kissing
him blindly and lifting my hips to grind my cunt around his prick.
Nothing else mattered.

    "Oh fuck!" Seth groaned and he was cumming as well, his cock
already jammed as far inside my trembling body as we could get it and
unloading a torrent of hot semen to flood my womb.

    "What? No! No! Stop..." I shook my head, trying to regain my senses
as I let him go, pushing at his shoulders and knowing that it was far
to late for that. "Pull out...Seth! Please!"

    "Oh fuck! Amber!" Seth ignored me and pressed his body on mine. I
was pinned and helpless and the man was cumming inside my unprotected
womb. He was long enough that his cockhead was right there, nudging
the very bottom of my cunt, close enough to my cervix that I could
feel his orgasm distinctly as it spurted hard against that sensitive
bottleneck leading to my uterus.

    "Oh God...Seth..." I sighed, going limp beneath him as my orgasm
passed much too soon and his seemed to last forever.




To be continued...

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