26 comments/ 36281 views/ 40 favorites Between a Rock & a Hard Place By: Between a Rock & a Hard Place Four Months Later "Come on, girl, just come on out and hang out with us," Laney pleaded to Camilla. "Hell no, Laney, I am not going to be your little match-making puppet!" "Cammy, come on, just meet him please! He is a great guy" Laney reasoned, her voice slightly echoing from the speakerphone. "If he is such a great guy, then why are you trying to hook him up with me and not one of your trifling friends who always complaining about not finding a good man?" Camilla inquired as she fixed her hair as she stared at her reflection. She was standing in front of her mirror, in her bedroom. She was already dressed and ready to go, but she wanted to prank Laney before leaving. "Because those no-good bitches don't deserve a good man," countered Laney. Camilla laughed, finding her friend's honesty hilarious. "So, are you coming out and hanging with us tonight?" "If I go out tonight, what am I going to wear?" she pouted, as she sprayed her favorite perfume Burberry on herself. "Um... wear that red dress that you wore to the Sade concert from last year," Laney suggested. Camilla smirked, because it was the dress that she was wearing at that moment. "It's perfect for this evening. And plus, Buster is going to love it." 'I know this bitch did not say that his name was Buster,' Camilla thought as slipped a pair of earrings in her ears. "Buster? Please tell me that his name is not Buster?" Camilla giggled. "Yes, bitch, his name is Buster and before you start to go into a conniption fit about his name, Buster is a common name, all right?" "For whom, Laney?" Camilla inquired, as she made the decision of not wearing a pair of gold, metallic high-heeled sandals. She chose another pair instead. "It's a common name for rappers and for children's shoe stores, yes, but for grown-ass men? No," she said as she slipped on her shoes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever bitch, so are you coming or what?" "Yes, I'll be there in a few," Camilla informed her friend. "Well, good, and I hope Buster will get your mind off of Elias, because your ass need to be focusing on another man, especially with one that you actually have a shot with." "Ouch, bitch," Camilla said, sarcastically, "That shit hurts." "Sorry, but it's the truth." It's been four months since the fondling incident that occurred in Camilla's bedroom, on that weekday morning. Since then, Camilla has been suffering from an infatuation on Elias. It started out in an un-detecting manner, like the ignition of a fire. First, she would make a series of glances at him, whenever they were in the same room. Her eyes would take quick glimpses at him, as he performed ordinary tasks. Whenever her dark brown eyes would make contact with his brown eyes, her belly would quiver and she would feel extremely flushed. After a couple of weeks had gone by, that simmering had turned into a full flame. Now Camilla would go out of her way, just to see Elias. Now, whenever there was a party, Camilla would sit through hours of listening to shitty dance remixes and witnessing people acting like buffoons, just so she could speak and spend time with him. It was during these moments when the flame of her infatuation grew brighter and stronger. Through their conversations, she both learned that they have a lot in common, which surprised the hell out of her. Six months prior, Camilla thought he was just a pampered, rich boy who loves to party. Now, her opinions dramatically differ. After telling her about bits of his life and other things that allowed his personality to shine through, Camilla grew smitten. Plus, the fact that he was now single just added to her infatuation with him. Whenever Elias would touch her, whether if it was an accidental brush of skin with skin or a friendly hug, her body felt like there was an electric current running it. There would be goose-pimples, the fine strands of hair on her arms would rise, her breathing would become shallow and she felt nervous, as well as, shy around him. Then there were the times, when they were standing in close proximity within each other. During those moments, Camilla's flesh-flushing, electricity would intensify. Her fingers would crave to grab a hold of him or to touch him, during those moments. However, Camilla loved the feeling. It was then that she realized that she had a crush on her housemate. Knowing that she had a crush on her housemate made Camilla feel terrible, but knowing that Laney knew that it was going to happen, made her feel even worse. And, of course, Laney had to rub it in with every chance that she received. ***************** The 'double date/blind date/group outing' was a complete and total bust. The guy that Laney had set her up with was a nice guy, but Camilla wasn't attracted to the man. She wasn't attracted to Buster, even though he was a handsome man. He possessed what Camilla likes to call the 'Fine Brotha Qualities of Good Looks': a pair of deep dimples, flawless skin, a nice body and a gorgeous smile. She was sure that he wasn't going to end up a lonely, old man. During the dinner portion of their date, Camilla spotted a few women giving him eye-fucks throughout the time. But she wasn't one of them. Even after downing three gin and tonics and two glasses of Hennessey, as well as, being an audience member for half of the duration of the Maxwell concert, nothing could persuade Camilla to find that man attractive. After spending four hours of listening to un-stimulating conversation, she feigned a migraine to get out of the rest of her date. Everyone tried to persuade her to allow Buster to escort her home, but she quickly shot that offer down. She was relieved when they or he didn't press any further. Camilla arrived home to find the mini mansion that was her home filled with people. It's been months since Elias' last house party. After his relationship with Katerina ended, Elias wasn't active with his club-hopping/partying habits. Instead, for those months, he stayed home, much to Camilla's delight. It was during this time, they managed to get to know each other better. The house was full of bright lights and there was loud music playing. There were people chilling and lounging about, while drinking and conversing. Then, there were people who were dancing with each other, as well as, grinding on each other. All and all, they were people who were having a great time. Camilla slipped through available pockets of spaces to get through the throngs of party-goers. She was heading towards her bedroom, when a thought had popped into her head. A ripple of anticipation rolled through her, when she realized that there was a chance that Elias was going to make a late night visit to her bedroom. Pushing through crowds of people and hopping over drunken bodies, she made her way to her bedroom. Camilla was upstairs, in her bedroom, for close to ten minutes when she decided to go back downstairs. She tried to convince herself that it was because she needed to get a drink of water, but she knew the truth. She knew that she couldn't retire for the remainder of tonight without seeing Elias. She didn't see him all day, because she was busy preparing for her date, so she needed to feed her visual addiction. She found the object of her desires in the kitchen. His ex-girlfriend was also in the kitchen as well. He was sitting at the dining table, playing a round of poker with four friends. The ex- girlfriend and three friends of hers were sitting behind them, on the bay window's bench. She was truly playing the role of Queen Bee as she sat there while gossiping with her friends. Camilla strolled over to the fridge and pulled the stainless steel door open. Camilla's eyes had cleverly gazed at Elias. Thankfully, ever since the refrigerator was adjacent and was two feet away from where he was sitting, her gazing wasn't too blatant. Camilla would search through the fridge, but would also stare at Elias. Her eyes would glance at a jar of dill pickles and then would stare at Elias' profile. Her eyes would dart to the quart of homogenized, whole milk and then to the thick muscles in his arms. Her eyes continued with its' visual melody: first, it was a box of Hot Pockets and then his thick thighs that were encased in a pair of blue jeans. The song became bolder, when her eyes transferred from the bottom two shelves of beer to where his chiseled abdominals would be, if his shirt wasn't in the way. Her eyes danced between the jar of grape jelly and his pouty, pink mouth. Then, it had to a climax when her eyes left the pack of raw chucked beef to his groin area. She couldn't see anything, due to the baggy jeans. Finally, after realizing that she was taking too long and will more likely draw suspicion, Camilla actually began searching for a bottle of water. Her eyes taken note of the empty Tupperware containers that used to hold the pierogis and the kiszka that she made on the prior night. She knew that he had eaten the leftovers, as well as, majority of the food. She knew that he loves to eat her cooking, which is why she cooked food all of the time. She remembered the compliment that Elias had given her, after the first time he tasted her cooking. He told her that her talent at cooking Polish food was greater than the one of his mother, a Polish woman who spent most of her entire life cooking. The memory of hearing that compliment brought a smile to her face, as she continued to search for some water. She eventually found a bottle of Perrier water, which was hidden behind a bottle of Kahlua mix. It was during an intake of water, when Camilla realized that she was the center of attention. It was as if the party had stopped and everything was silent, for Camilla, as she noticed that everyone in the kitchen was staring at her. She was about to asked them what was the matter, when she realized that it was because of how she was dressed. She was dressed like a glamorized, sex kitten. She was still wearing the outfit that she wore on her date: a red, tight dress that reached the middle of her thighs and a pair of red, snake-skinned platform heels. It was her 'va-va-vavoom' dress: her 36C-25-41 frame was on display, her lovely breasts were perched high, and her waistline defined while her very feminine hips showed off and her ass appeared to be screaming out 'grab me'. Earlier that night, during her phone call with Laney, her friend suggested that she should wear something that would give Buster a boner. So, she wore the dress and fixed her short hair into a finger-waved style, as well as, applied some sultry makeup. If she knew that the date was going to be shitty, then she would've dressed down. Now, here she was: a glamorized, sex kitten that standing there, in the kitchen, holding a phallic-shaped bottle to her lips. Camilla saw that the guys were ogling at her and the women were glaring at her. The women were staring at her as if they wanted her to combust in flames right then and there. The fellows were staring at her as if they wanted her to hop onto the table and allow them to bang her like a drum. She was started to get uncomfortable. Despite the discomfort she was feeling, her eyes still scanned over to where Elias was sitting. He was staring at her. For Camilla, she could see that his eyes held a type of intensity. Camilla realized that he was angry, perhaps irritated. 'Wait, is he... No...But why would he be angry at me?' she wondered. "What's up? What's your name cutie?" The question snapped her from her thoughts. Her eyes darted from Elias to the person. The question was spoken by one of his buddies. For Camilla, she thought that he looked young; an age that was lower than her twenty-eight years. He appeared to be the stereotypical college kid: cargo shorts, baggy shirt, flip flops and had dreads that were unkempt. The dreads would've been okay and not abnormal on him, if he wasn't a white kid. "You look like you came here to have a good time." 'Oh no, he is trying to pick me up,' Camilla thought as she swallowed another swig of water. 'He's old enough to be one of my baby brother's friends. He looks like he still has his mother's milk still on his breath.' She had to take another drink of water to keep from laughing. "Um..." Camilla started out by saying, after she sipped her water. "I'm in here to get a drink of water," she reported to him. Frat Boy's eyes widened and his face become flushed, in a pale pink color, at the sound of her voice. She knew that her voice had aroused him. She wasn't surprised at all by the reaction. Her husky voice always garnered that type of attention from men and, at one point in time, from Laney as well. Her mama dubbed it to be 'a phone sex operator's voice'. "S-s-so..." Frat Boy stuttered, another sign that her voice affected him, "...is this your first time coming— "No, darling, I've had the ability to cum many times." For some unknown reason, Camilla decided to mess with this young man; like how a cat would play with a fatally wounded mouse. She saw the boy flushed further in embarrassment and she heard a few snickers from the others. "No," he giggled, showing his discomfort, "I meant, is this your first time attending a Kat and Eli party? Cause, if so, you're in for a great time because the lovely and beautiful Kat, over there..." and with a grand sweep of his arm, he gestured over to Katerina. Camilla noticed that her former housemate was still holding an expression on her face that said that she really wished for Camilla to combust into flames. "...and my man, Eli, over here..." Frat Boy gave a chummy-buddy type of slap to Elias' fore arm that was resting on the table. Camilla saw that Elias was staring straight ahead now and was taking a drink from his bottle of Corona. "...throw excellent parties." Her eyes darted back to the kid, who was oblivious to the tension that was filling up the room. "I've been to one of their parties before," Camilla informed him. "It's kind of hard not to be invited to one of their get-togethers, ever since I live upstairs." "Oh, you live here?" he said very cheerily. He turned towards Elias and gave the hulking man another slap on his forearm. ""Man, you are the motherfucking man right now!" he stated, sounding as if he was in awe. "You have two fine-assed women living with you, under the same roof! One fine-assed white chick and one fine-assed, big booty black chick living with you, like you are some pimp or something like that! You're lucky, man, real lucky!" With every declaration of Elias' good fortune, Frat Boy would slap at his arm. Camilla watched the interaction and was expecting for Elias to snap at the younger man. But, instead, he remained immobile and continued to stare straight ahead. "So, ever since you live here, Sweetness, you should hang out with us," the boy suggested. 'And get molested by you, have Kunt-terina the Russian Twat and her three robots act like bitches to me and watch Elias continue to have a staring contest with the cabinets? No, thank you. I'll stick with my original plans.' Camilla moved away from the fridge and took a few steps backwards, to the exit. "No, thank you, but I appreciate the offer..." She realized that she didn't know Frat Boy's name. "... I'm sorry I didn't get your name, honey." "Don't be sorry, Sweet Thang..." Camilla had to bite down on the urge to not roll her eyes in irritation at the nickname. "...My name is Marley, like the reggae singer." "Nice name," she lied. "Why thank you— "You're welcome, Marley." "So, what's your name? I asked you before, but you've never answered." "It doesn't matter if you know her name or not, cause she is about to leave," Katerina told him, with her deep accent. Her voice sounded harsh and it was laced with irritation. "I know that, Kat, but I'm being polite— "Shut up Marley," Kat demanded and then she turned her attention and her wrath towards Camilla, "You, leave!" Under any other circumstances, when she wasn't under any influences of top shelf-high quality liquor, Camilla usually ignores Katerina's rude antics. But, tonight wasn't that night for Camilla. "Excuse me?" Camilla said to her, with her anger rising, as well as, her propensity to fight. "Who do you think you're talking to?" She could feel that part of her persona, the roughneck who likes to fight, rising to the surface. "Cause let's get something straight..." Camilla had taken a few steps towards the table, ever since it was the object that stood in her way from getting to Katerina. "...I am not your motherfucking child and if you ever talk— Camilla stopped in mid-sentence when she felt a hand pressed itself against the small slope that formed at her lower belly. She glanced down at the hand's owner to see that it was Elias. This time, he was gazing directly at her. He was still angry and now it seems that he was angry at her. "Leave" he said to her. "I— "Leave!" he shouted at him and with his command, he gave her push that was gentle enough to not make her fall to the floor, but it was strong enough to cause her to take three steps backwards. Unlike his previous touches, this one didn't leave her feeling like she was punch-drunk happy. With the push, Camilla felt a pull incur inside of her body. She was familiar to this feeling. It was the feeling of heartbreak. It felt like her heart had sunk down into her stomach. Her eyes stung with the tears that wanted to spring from their ducts. A lump that felt like the size of a golf ball lodged its way into her throat. She wanted to get away from this room as quick as possible and she wanted to get as far. She left the kitchen, but not leaving before seeing the look of smugness on Katerina's face and hearing Marley say, "Damn, Eli has his hoe in check!" to the small gathering. Camilla doesn't remember how she made it back to her bedroom, without falling apart, but she did. As soon as her door closed, she leaned against it and burst into tears. She felt humiliated and hurt by him. She doesn't know how long she cried, but she figured that it was a significant amount of time. Her eyes were swollen, she had a slight headache and her butt was numb from sitting on the floor for such a time. "Oh, God," she groaned, as she sniffed. She peeled her shoes off of her feet and threw them into her walk-in closet. She heard one of her shoes knock something over, but she didn't care to check. She stood up off of the floor. "Oh God, why am I crying about this?" she wondered out loud. She grabbed her robe off of the hook that was mounted on the back of her closet's door. She threw the robe onto her bed and then stripped out of her dress. Dressed in only in her underwear, she slipped them off and then grunted in shame when she noticed the crotch was still moist from earlier. She slipped the robe on and made her way to the bathroom. Camilla took a quick shower, washed the make up off of her face and did the other things that were apart of her bedtime routine. She made it back to her bedroom, where she slipped into a tee-shirt and then gone to bed. Sleep didn't come easily for Camilla, even though the alcohol that she consumed during her date was really trying to make her fall asleep. But she couldn't, due to the noise pollution from the party and also from mentally reliving the moment of when Elias has shoved her. It was playing in a constant loop and she wished that she could shut her mind off. She tossed and turned in her bed and was constantly getting her long legs tangled in the blankets. In a fit of rage, she kicked the blankets and sheets off of the bed. "Ugh," she grunted from annoyance. She sat up and turned on a nightstand lamp. She reached over to the nightstand again and searched through the top drawer. She searched through the drawer's contents and found what she was looking for: a pair of earplugs. She purchased them, after experiencing their first party, but hasn't used them for quite some time. She slipped each rubber plug into an ear and then was met with silence. Between a Rock & a Hard Place 'Much better,' she concluded. She sighed with relief and then lay back down. 'Now that I have gotten rid of one problem, let's figure how to solve this other bitch out'. With the pushing incident still playing in a loop inside of her mind's eye, Camilla tackled the issue at hand. After, for what like a few hours, of doing some intrapersonal conflict-resolution and shedding more tears, Camilla had come to a few conclusions. First one was the most important one which was that she needed to end her infatuation and school-girl type of crush with Elias. She knew that her infatuation with him was clouding her judgment about him. The second conclusion that she came up with is that she needed to move out of this house. Even if she was able to repair her friendship with Elias, she still would be living inside of a party-house. She calculated how much money she had in her savings account and guess how long it will take to save up enough for another place's first month, second month and security deposit. She was confident that she could find another place soon. The third thing that she realized is Elias was a giant, colossal asshole and she shouldn't be yearning for an asshole! She deserves a man who will treat her with respect. Then she realized that despite owning a fancy house, having a trust fund and a luxury car, Elias didn't have much going for himself. He is a twenty-eight year old, spoiled child of rich folks, who is unemployed and is still receiving an allowance from his parents. If his parents were to die tomorrow and leave their son with nothing, Camilla thought that he couldn't possibly be able to financially take care of himself. Also, he is inconsiderate and selfish. With tonight's incident, she assumed that he might be prone to be violent towards others. In regards to maturity, she thought that ever since he prefers to only hang out with college kids, it's because they make him feel like he's important and they also think that he has a lot going for himself. In other words, after thinking hard about things, she realized that he was a total loser. 'Laney was right,' her conscience said to her. 'I do deserve to be with someone who can give me a shot at love'. She sighed as the tension was leaving her body and allowing that liquor in her system to do its magic on her. Camilla felt herself slipping further and further into the sea of slumber. 'I should focus all of my attention on someone that will treat me with respect. Ugh... Fuck him and that bony bitch that he's with. I am done with him..." was her last thought, before drifting off to sleep. ***************** "Lena, tell me where your king is?" Fernando commanded. His bright green eyes glowed with anger, she thought. His grip tightened on her hair and his hand pulled her head further back. Lena could feel the crown of her head butting up against the tree trunk that she was bound to. "I will never tell you anything," she grunted, as she tried not to let the pain affect her. "I would rather die than to give my king up." With that bold statement, she spat onto her captor. The fluid landed on his chin. She watched redness creep into his olive-toned skin and his jade-colored eyes flash brightly. "Lena, Lena, Lena..." Fernando muttered in a soft tone of voice that didn't give way to the anger that he felt, "there are far worse things that I can do to you than kill you. I can torture you for days and nights. I can have you service my men like a common whore. There are many things that I can do to you," he informed her. The notion of having hundreds of men touch her frightened her. Lena didn't want to get rape; she didn't want her virginity taken from her in that manner. She had hopes of having her husband partaking in that honor. Around the time of when she was captured by these barbarians, her parents were deep in the process of setting up her arranged marriage to a neighboring king. So, yes, she was frightened of having this man act out such an order, but she wasn't going to allow her fear get the best of her. "I don't care what you do to me! I will not betray my king and my people!" she told him. She watched the color of his eyes changed. They had gone from a brightness and fieriness to a pair of emotionless, cold ones. They caused a shiver to drip down her spine and her body trembled. "You say that now, Lena, my dear, but you will change your mind," Fernando told her, before planting a kiss on her lips. It was a rough kiss that kept her from breathing. Lena tried to dodge the onslaught of his mouth by moving her face away, but his firm grip prevented it from happening. Once the urge to breathe became so great, Lena tilted her face slightly and let out a gasp. A gasp had left her mouth while a thick tongue had made its entrance. She squealed in alarm and gasped in shock, when she felt her captor's rough hands capture each of her breasts. She felt Fernando's tongue wiggle and squirm, as his fingers squeezed and pulled at the flesh that was hidden beneath her coverall. One hand left her breast and traveled underneath the back flap of her garment, so it could take a hold of her left buttock. The thought of having this cretin rape her himself made the urge to escape stronger. She struggled against his big, solid frame but her resistance was futile ever since she was stuck in between Fernando and a tree. His lips left hers and traveled down to the slope that was in her neck. His lips nibbled, kissed and licked at the thin layer of skin. Lena felt a peculiar sensation occur inside of herself. There was a slow heat building up in her body. There was a small amount of pressure forming at the pit of her belly and there was a strange ache forming in the area that was hidden in between her thighs. Her nipples felt the same way. She didn't know what to make of it. "Please stop," she whined. Her plead went ignored by the opposing king, whose hands left her body so he could remove his armor. She heard the items hit the ground and soon felt his fingers removed the royal garb that she wore, which wasn't much clothing. His body then press itself against hers. "Please," she moaned. The inflection in her voice alarmed her; she no longer sounded as if she was afraid of her captor and of his intended plans. She moaned again as his mouth still lavished her body with attention. His mouth traveled further down her lithe, small body and when his mouth settled onto a nipple, she moaned loudly from the pleasure. Lena knew that whatever it was that he was doing to her, it was curing the ache that she feeling. However, the ache that was in between her legs had built into a steady throb and she felt the insides of her legs were moist. "Please" she whimpered. "Please, what, my dear?" Fernando inquired as he spoken into her navel, before planting a kiss there. "What would you like for me to do?" A moan escaped from her and she began to writhe against the tree. The brash texture from the bark scraping across her skin had caused her to cry out in pleasure. It didn't alleviate the throb at all. "Please," she moaned again. To illustrate her desires, Lena spread her legs apart. Warm air had brushed against her inflamed, sensitive skin and caused a chill to run up against her slit. She figured that he knew what she wanted because she watched a smile form on his face. "Tell me what you want, dear," he instructed as he lifted her right leg and draped the limb over his left shoulder. His face was pulled closer to her nether regions. "Tell me what you want," he asked. The warmth from his breath struck her engorged clit. The air had caused a strike of pleasure in her, which gave a millisecond of relief to her. She moaned and bucked her hips. "T-that, I want you to do that," she whimpered. "You want me to talk to your pussy," he chuckled. "Or, do you want me to lick your pussy?" Two of his fingers spread her lower lips apart and he clamped his mouth onto her. His lips sucked on the sensitive folds of her labia and drew them into his mouth. A loud moan erupted from her as her body trembled from the immediate pleasure. His lips sucked on her for a few seconds more before releasing her lower lips. She moaned in disappointment. "Do you want me to do that one? Tell, my Lena, what do you want me to do?" "I-I want..." she sighed, "I want you to do that one." "Which one? I want you to say it," he commanded. "I want you to lick my pussy," she whimpered. She heard Fernando chuckle, before saying 'as you wish' and then she felt his mouth stimulate her senses with its abilities. Like her neck, Fernando used his lips and tongue to sucked and licked at her cunt. Then, when he added his thick fingers, as he thrust them into her tight canal, she thought that she was going to die from all of this pleasure. Being immobile, all Lena could do was take it and withstand the pleasure that he was doling out. A knot of intensity had formed at the pit of her stomach and she felt it roamed down to her cunt. The sensation had built a serious amount of pressure, before it exploded. Lena screamed out his name, as her body shook and waves of sexually-stimulated pressure released inside of her body. Once it was gone, she felt her legs grew weak. Luckily for her, he was holding onto one of them and she was tied to the tree. She felt his hands freeing her small ones from their captivity. Before she could do anything, Fernando threw her down to the grass. She landed her back and with her legs apart, revealing her sex to him. She watched him with half-mast eyes pull away at his pants. Once his cock was free, it slapped up against his stomach before settling at a position, where it was parallel to the ground. Lena's eyes widened at the first sighting of his swollen member. His penis was the first one she has ever seen. It was long, and thick. It reminded her of the penises that she saw hanging off of the male horses that her father owned. There was plum shading to it and three veins that were prominent against the skin. She watched as his right hand went to it and stroked at the thick shaft. A pearlescent fluid emerged from the tip as he continued to stroke. A twinge of fear went through her when she realized that he was planning on placing that organ inside of her. She knew that it was going to hurt. She remembered that stories that the married, older women in her village had told her. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain that was upcoming. "Camilla, open your eyes," Lena heard whispered into her ear. She opened her eyes and her eyes widened in shock. She was no longer lying on the grassy floor of a jungle. She was lying in a bed, in a bedroom. Fernando was no longer there. Another man has replaced him. Unlike Fernando, this man didn't have an olive-toned complexion. His brown hair was long and was at shoulder-length. Unlike Fernando, this mysterious man had brown eyes and not a bright shade of green. Then, she realized that he called her another name. "Camilla?" she murmured. Abruptly, pleasure burned at her skin and it left her speechless. The sensation formed at the junction that was in between her thighs. She glanced down and saw a white cock thrusting into her heated pussy. A guttural groan ripped through her as she felt him pounded into her. Her hands gripped at his forearms as her long legs wrapped themselves around his waist. "You smell so good," she heard this stranger say into her ear. She moaned in response. Then, she yelped out in surprise when she was unexpectedly rolled onto her stomach. The mattress shook and the springs creaked as she settled. Her eyes came upon a seven-foot mirror that was posted a few feet away from the bed. The reflection that she saw was of a different woman. The woman was of African descent; her skin was dark as the color of the tree trunks of her native land. Her eyes were dark brown and were small like the eyes of the Mongolians. Lena took in the heart-shaped face, the plump lips and the small nose. Her hair was short and was weighed down to her head, with perspiration. The mystery man soon joined her as their bodies joined one another once more. "You like what you see?" he asked her as he started to move. She collapsed her upper body onto the mattress and raise her lower body. Her lover moved along with her was now kneeling behind her. "Yeah," he growled as his hands gripped her hips as he plowed his prick into her. "I know that this is your favorite." A series of moans that were spoken into the mattress was her response. "You like this? Do you like this?" he groaned, while he gave firm slaps against her ass. "Tell me you like this." She groaned. She could feel her release approaching. She knew that he could tell because his thrusts became stronger and faster. "I'm cumming," she whimpered. Her hands reached out for his thigh and clasped onto the thick muscle, trying to encourage him to go deeper. "Elias," she moaned as she felt the muscles in her thighs twitch. Her inner walls contracted and release around his cock as she rode her climax. She moaned his name as a chant as her body shook and trembled. Through the sex-induced fog that she was wading in, Camilla heard him announced the arrival of his soon-to-be eruption. His thrusts had lost their fluidity and was now disorganized and choppy. With a roar that even vibrated through her body, he shot his seed deep into her womb. She could the warmth that his cum provided radiate inside of her. Suddenly, her body undergone another explosion and she shrieked from the pleasure. "Oh... ugh... fuck," she grunted with her hips bucking and her curvy body shaking, as her orgasm was coaxed out of her body. Her slender fingers were stroking at her clit, which prolonged her climax. Her dream was slowly fading away and reality was setting in. Camilla was now awake and alert, but her eyes remained closed. She could feel the softness of her bed's mattress beneath her. She could smell the fragrances of fabric softener and baby powder off of her bed linen. She could feel the vibration of the bass from a speaker that was from downstairs. Her toes tickled at the feeling of brushing up against a blanket that was on her bed. With her eyes closed, she knew that her nightstand's light was on. She could feel the subtle heat on her face that the bulb gave off. Feeling certain that she couldn't make her cunt cream any more, she removed her fingers. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked off her nectar. Then her fingers reached up to each of her ears to remove the silicone ear plugs. The sounds of the party had immediately reached her ears and she sighed. In the back of her mind, she kind of hoped that the party would be over by now. 'Let me clean myself— what the fuck?' Her ears picked up on an unfamiliar noise and then she felt something wet and hot splatter on her bare stomach. Her eyes shot open and her vision was briefly blinded by the lamp's light, before it returned. Once her eyes picked up the sight that was unfolding before her, a gasp slipped out and her mind had gone blank from the shock. Camilla thought her toes were rubbing up against a blanket, when in actuality it was a piece of denim fabric. From what she remembered, he was wearing a pair of blue-colored jeans, which were now bunched up at his knees, along with his pair of boxer-briefs. His strapping, thick frame was occupying the space that was in between her thighs and he was kneeling on the mattress. His head was tilted back while his face was lifted towards the ceiling. Camilla could see that his brow was furrowed, his eyes were closed and his pretty lips were folded into his mouth. He appeared to be in deep concentration, in Camilla's opinion. He wasn't aware that she was awake and was watching him. Her eyes darted down to bare torso that was coated with a thin layer of sweat. With every inhalation, his muscles would come into view. She stared at the thin line of hair that began at the bottom of his navel and traveled down to the large patch of thick, black hair. Her vision moved to the where his hands were; they were busy providing him with pleasure. His right hand stroked along the shaft of his dick while his left hand fondled at his heavy sacs. The scene captivated Camilla. She numbly sat up on her bed, which brought her closer to the action. With every pull that she witnessed, she felt her pussy throb. Soon, she was self-pleasuring herself along with him and his process. Her bottom rubbed up against her mattress as her pussy grinded up against her fingers. The pleasure was there for her, but it wasn't enough. She knew what she needed, but she reluctant to get it. Then, she heard inside of her head what Laney had told her, a few months ago. "...I would definitely fuck him, in a heartbeat..." Camilla let out a sigh as she made up her mind. 'I'm going to be out of here in five months anyway,' she reasoned, trying to convince her conscience that it was okay with her decision. She drew her body to his kneeling one and placed her face closer to his moving hands and his erected cock. She could smell that natural, musky scent that was attached to him, but she also smelled a fragrance of cologne as well. She watched his right hand stroke at the thick piece of flesh. His fingers would stroke up the shaft, then fold over the acorn-shaped cap and slide back down the shaft. She watched him do this a few times, before she made her presence known by placing a gentle kiss on his navel. She felt Elias flinch, from being surprised, and her hands took a hold of his hips. 'The last thing I want him to do is stab me in the eye with that piece of meat. Judging how hard it is, he can do some serious damage.' She glanced up at him to see his own brown eyes gazing down at her. No one said a word and they allowed the moment to pass in between them. Wordlessly, his right hand fed her mouth his cock and she greedily accepted. She tasted the slight salty taste from his pre-cum. Due to the loud music, she didn't hear the guttural wail that left him. His hands sought out for her head and cradled her face. He held onto her as her mouth worked up and down his shaft. In between the party's music breaks, Camilla could hear him grunt or moan. Her fellatio skills weren't up to par, she knew this tidbit, so she felt honored that he was enjoying it. Her fingernails lightly scraped at his buttocks which added to the stimulation. Without warning, her nails dug into his skin. He hissed at the stinging that action has left, but the pain was greatly ignored when he felt her swallow his entire cock down her throat. His grip tightened on her head. She released his cock from her moist, wet cavern and swallowed him once more. "Oh fuck," she heard him say. She had deep-throated his dick with a few strokes, before palming him in her hands and sucking each of his nuts into her mouth. She felt his hands try to lift her shirt up, so she helped him. She parted from his sac, so she could take her shirt off. She tossed the article onto the floor and resumed to her tasks. As her mouth sucked on his prick, his fingers played at her tits. His thick fingers jiggled and pinched at the flesh, causing tiny pin-pricks of pleasure. Her cunt throbbed; it's a request of wanting his cock to fill her up and pound away until she came. Camilla released his organ from her mouth and had her hands stroke at his shaft. She gazed at the engorged member. It was as thick as the can of styling mousse that was on her chest of drawers and just as long. It appeared as if all of his coloring from his pale body had gone to his prick instead. It was a healthy smattering of colors. It was a combo of pink, alabaster and plum. Camilla re-positioned herself onto her knees while her hand remained on his cock. His skin felt hot against hers. She pressed her front to his and her flesh puckered up with goose-pimples, in response. Her nipples became inflamed as they grazed against his chest. Her lips placed soft kisses across her chest, then drifting down to his nipples where she sucked on each one, and then traveling up to his chin. She was about to kiss him, but changed her mind, when the thought of the possibility that he doesn't want to do such an intimate act, had crossed her mind. Her mouth have gone to travel down to his thick neck, when his hand grabbed a hold of the back of hers. The grip was a tight and strong one. He forced her to stare at him. She looked at his face and saw, in his eyes, the turmoil that was weighing down on his mind.