0 comments/ 24149 views/ 61 favorites Obsession Pt. 01 By: Pinkblossom Friday nights in Philadelphia were always fun. In summer, the lights of the city glowed so that the streets were bathed in an artificial haze. Beneath such a light, one girl sat in a humming crowd of friends, with a mirror in hand. Zoe gazed back at herself as she idly twisted the diamond earring that contrasted brilliantly with her dark skin. Her ruby-painted lips twisted into a smirk as she angled the mirror so that her eyes could travel down her neck to the little-more-than-modest cleavage that swelled over the edge of her white bodice. "When will the train get here?" she asked no one in particular. Voices answered, "4 minutes," and she snapped the pocket mirror shut and dropped it in her purse. Zoe told them that she did not know if she wanted to go to a gathering at Paul's house and she might just take the train home but she could not make up her mind. Meanwhile, she joined in the conversation about music, new stores in the city, what people would do for the Fourth. She laughed and her friends laughed with her. They huddled close until 4 minutes were up and the R3 rolled up right on time. This time of night few people were usually on the train and this night was no different. Each friend took a seat of their own. Zoe took a friend by the arm and pulled them to the part of the train where two seats were isolated by steel walls but one of the seats were taken. Zoe stopped and stared down at the white boy slumped in the seat. He was already looking at her when she realized he was there. His face was stern somehow and he seemed older though he seemed young. Her friend noticed her serious expression and peaked around the corner to see what Zoe was looking at. "Hello," chirped the other girl. The late night conductor yelled out, "Have a seat! We're moving!" The girls obeyed and dropped into the seat in the small nook. The stranger did not seem pleased but Zoe took no notice of this. Instead, not to be putdown by her companion, she turned on her most cheerful and inviting voice and locked gazes with him, "Hi, there! How are you?" "I'm fine," the man said simply. "Do you work in the city? Maybe a restaurant... You're wearing all black." He lifted his chin in acknowledgment of her guess but he did not give anything away. It was a distinct chin and jaw, she thought. He was one of those guys that were attractive but not particularly good looking. Zoe decided it was probably just the cloud of mystery surrounding him. Zoe made a few more attempts to start a conversation with the stranger. He replied but he was so cool about it. He didn't eye her breasts and he didn't stare at her eyes and lips with appreciation. He did not lean closer with burning interest and his answers were so vague that she quit asking questions and had begun just talking about her night with her friend. He yawned in the middle of the best part and she pinched her friend's arm. They always pinched or nudged each other when a situation was beyond belief. Her friend lightly laughed and said, "Are you going with us to Paul or what?" Zoe pulled her black gaze away from the stranger to her friend. She started to say yes but said instead, "Actually, I'll just ride on. I should go home. Such a long week." She reached up and began twisting the diamond earring again. "I'm just tired and I'd like to go to yoga in the morning. Maybe we could meet for brunch on Sunday and go to that new place that you mentioned." At the next stop, Zoe grabbed her little purse and got up from her seat. She left the nook but the stranger said nothing, which irritated her. She said good bye to her friends and waved through a window when the train was pulling away. She dropped into the seat in the main cabin of the train and picked at a barely noticeable stain on her white jeans. That man was somewhere back there in the nook. Should she go back and try to talk? He had been so rude and uninterested... Who was she fooling? Zoe was vexed. He acted as if he barely noticed her. That is, he acted as if he barely noticed HER. She yanked the small mirror out of her bag and gazed at herself. Same dark face, even skin, pouty ruby lips, luscious black lashes. She revisited some of the phrases she'd said. "Maybe a restaurant," she whispered to the mirror, half smiling. "You're wearing all black." She paused for a moment wondering if she sounded stupid. But what else should she say! What else did she need to say? Zoe threw the mirror back into her purse and almost got up to go back there and demand his attention but a more interesting plan was brewing in her mind. Maybe she should just... It was a bad idea. But it was a great idea too. Just think of the stories she could tell people! Everyone would find it highly amusing that she followed a strange man off a train. Like a people watching story. Ultimate people watching, she told herself. At the next stop, the stranger passed by her and got off the train. Zoe followed him with her eyes, watched him step off the train and walk out across the street. But she didn't follow. That night she lay in bed, unable to sleep. So many thoughts raced through her mind and the stranger on the train stared at her from the edge of her anxieties, perpetuating her uncertainties. His presence in her mind and infernal lack of interest goaded her as it had on the train. She had always been able to command the attention of others but that man on the train did not respond. Why? Her fingers trailed over her face, down her neck, cupped her breasts and squeezed. The warm flesh filled her hands. They were just a C cup, so full but not large. She worked out, ate well! But what if it wasn't enough? Was she getting old? Zoe resisted the urge to bolt out of bed and look in a mirror. Instead she squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the doubts, suppressing the lingering image of the stranger, and eventually falling asleep. When she awoke, the sun was up and had already burned away the dewiness of early morning. Zoe stared back at the source of light defiantly, letting the indirect but bright rays sting her eyes. After a few moments, Zoe got out of bed and began her Saturday. It was a good weekend and Zoe stopped worrying about the stranger. The encounter had been a little unsettling and wounded her vanity but her desirability had been validated Saturday night by an attractive friend, the same Paul she had blown off Friday night. By Monday, Zoe was healed, restored to her usual self and ready for a busy week of work, social gatherings, and appointments. On Thursday, Paul invited her to lunch at a trendy little cafe and that is where she saw him again. He did work in a restaurant, as she suspected. From the look of it, he played multiple roles in the place and there was a small staff. When she and Paul had come through the door, he was the one to greet them. But did he recognize her? She sighed, wanting to roll her eyes, when she realized that he probably hadn't. He sat them at a table tucked into a corner with a long window. She stared down at her hands unfolding the napkin and placing it in her lap, "Water with lemon, please," but she did not look up at him. She would be just as cool and remote. "Rob told me a water with lemon and a glass of house wine!" A girl placed the drinks on the table with flourish. She was perky, redheaded, and introduced herself as Annie. "Have you had lunch with us before?" Zoe resisted the urge to groan. Her smile felt brittle and she feigned interest in the menu, had what Paul was having, and began scanning the place for "Rob." She spotted him at the door greeting an Asian couple, back and forth through the kitchen door, taking an order for a young man at the bar. Lunch was delicious. Rob was delicious. He had made eye contact with her once but he never smiled over at her the way he had smiled at other customers. Why should she be treated without courtesy and appreciation? "What's wrong, Zo?" Paul asked. He was studying her face and seemed amused. Realizing she must be wearing a petulant expression, she relaxed her face into a half smile and claimed a headache. In the evening the cafe was full of artsy college students, replacing the young professionals of midday. The lights were dim and Zoe thought that was perfect! She could hide away in a corner without windows and... what? Zoe had no idea what she was doing there and for the most part, she left her motives unanalyzed. Instead, she thought of Paul. And then of Dave. Before him there was Lamar, Ben, Joe, Donovan. Each of them had been so different but they shared one characteristic - adoration of her. Nothing like this Rob guy. He was flirting now with some plain, skinny thing at the counter. He smiled and tapped the bag of bones' nose. He smiled at that girl the way men always smiled at her. He smiled at that girl the way she wanted him to smile at her on the train that night. It was selfish, immature. She only wanted her ego stroked. No, she wanted to be in her rightful place, on a pedestal. Another week later and Zoe had witnessed Rob's good nature toward angry customers, helpful ways with lost tourists, sincere smile to patrons, and protective instincts over the women that worked at the cafe. She had been coming to this place for a week and he had not extended any of those courtesies to her. She knew that he knew that she was there. And she knew that he knew that she wanted to talk to him. She knew that he knew that the only reason she kept popping up had more to do with him than it did with the fresh salads and crisp glasses of Riesling! The little redhead came bouncing over to Zoe's table. "Check, ma'am?" Zoe forced her bright, girl-talk smile and whispered, "Yes, please. I am about to pop! I need to go home and rest," as if they were sharing some embarrassing secret. Zoe rolled her eyes as the redhead now bounced over to the register and almost spit when she saw Rob tug the girl's apron and lightly slap her shoulder. Zoe willed him to look her direction but he never had before and he didn't now. That night, Zoe made sure she walked back by the restaurant when she knew he would be leaving. She caught sight of his tall form striding down the street toward the station and boarded the same train he did. At his stop, she got off just a second before the doors closed and the train carried on. She had to hurry to follow behind him. It was dark but the air was warm, making the night seem like a soft, black blanket. The air wrapped around her and carried her along the sidewalks. Rob turned a corner ahead of her and she dashed down the same alley. Rough hands grabbed her by the waist and a firm palm was pressed over her mouth but she wasn't screaming. Was it him? "Why are you following me?" Yes, it was. "You've been coming to my restaurant for a little more than a week and now you are following me home? What is wrong with you?" His voice was deep and aggressive making her uncertain for the first time. What if he was a crazy person? Zoe felt tears burning in her eyes and slipping down her cheeks. He felt it too and laughed, dry and mocking. "I guess you're afraid now," he whispered distractedly. He began walking, dragging her with him. Zoe tried to dig in her heels but he was stronger than her. First he ignored her for weeks, then he laughed at her distress, and now he forced her through a doorway. Did she have any power over him? He practically threw her into an elevator, forcing her to catch herself against a steel wall. She heard him mash a button and when she turned around, he was on her, pushing her back against the wall now and trapping her with his body. A hand slammed the wall beside her head and she jumped. His voice was eerily calm. "You are going to learn your lesson now. Spoiled little fucking brat." Zoe was too frightened to move. She had often imagined what she would do if she ever had to escape a bad situation but in this moment, standing still was all she could do. She heard his hateful laughter again. "What is this? Peeing yourself, Ms. Rafferty? Ah, the irrepressible Zoe Rafferty is frightened." He made her name sound like filth, like a curse. She shuddered out of fear rather than embarrassment. He could sense that. "Look at me, slut. Are you afraid?" The elevator doors opened and he grabbed her arm and yanked her down the hall to the last door on the left. When they were locked in his apartment, he threw his keys on a coffee table and turned to look at her, illuminated by a single light. Her face was streaked with tears, her undereyes were black from runny mascara. Her knuckles ached from gripping the handle of her handbag. The pale blue dress that she had worn to work was wet with her urine. She could feel it squishing in her heels. "I see you now." She had been fighting for a way to regain control but when he said that, the situation slipped from her fingers completely. Her words, her pride, even her fear, all drained from her mind and body and she just stood there: soiled, defenseless. She could barely breathe and the edges of her vision were fraying into black. "Come on, Zoe, give me a smile." He slinked closer and stepped behind her. Rob's hand caught her by the throat and squeezed. His lips were against her ear. "What's wrong? You got what you wanted! I see you." "I'm sorry." "You're sorry? Hmm... I forgive you." "Please let me go home. I won't bother you again." He listened patiently. Zoe could see him staring at her out of the corner of her eye but she was not brave enough to look back. Truth be told, she did not feel whole enough. She had lost something of herself between the alley and his apartment. She wanted to backtrack but Zoe knew she would not find it. "The thing is, Zoe, now that you are here, I think I'd like to get to know you better. You've had dinner, a little wine. Were you planning on going out somewhere? A visit to Paul, maybe?" She realized that he had been observing her just as intently as she had been watching him this last week. She felt foolish hearing him use her full name, hearing him state her stupid desire for recognition, hearing him laughingly say Paul's name. "You are going to undress." He took her handbag away from her and dropped it on the coffee table next to his keys. "You are going to follow me." Was he going to rape her?! "If I have to help you do those things, you will be punished." Wasn't she being punished now? A flicker of resistance flashed through Zoe. She was wrong to have followed him tonight, wrong to have sat at the restaurant every night for a week, wrong to have gotten upset when he dismissed her on the train that night. But, "No," she said. "I want to go home now." His hand tightened around her throat. "Too late!" His tone was light and he placed a kiss on her cheek as he slowly unzipped the dress. It fell into a little blue pool around her feet. "Keep the heels on for now. I like to hear you squish when you walk." Rob was throbbing. He wanted to rip his pants open and burry his throbbing dick in her piss-wet black pussy immediately. Instead he released her throat and pushed her in the direction of his bedroom. He followed her, watching the curve of her buttocks and thighs as she walked slowly down the hall. When they were in his bedroom, he pushed her onto the bed. The glow from a street light outside the window cast shadows in the valleys of her body and revealed the high points. He watched as she righted herself and crawled to the head of the bed, crouching among the pillows. "Spread your legs. Let me see that." Instead she threw one heel and then the other at him, shouting for him to let her go. Rob shook his head and came around the side of the bed. He caught her just in time and shoved her back on the bed, under his body. "Repeat after me, Zoe. 'I'm not going anywhere.' " His hands glided over the curves of her body and pulled her legs high around his waist. He rocked his hips against her so that she could feel just how hard he was. "No, because I don't want to do this! Let me go home." Zoe twisted and squirmed beneath his body but his weight was too much to fight against. She pushed against him, grinding out, "No, no, no!" Rob let her struggle and try to push him away until he had enough of it. Dark eyes stretched wide with fear when he snatched her wrists and slammed her hands above her head. Zoe melted with dread. The grinding of his hips and the bulge in his pants teased the tension at her core. Anxiety and the weight of his body suffocated her and heightened her senses so that she could smell the sweat of a summer day, the piss on her legs, her pussy, and her fear. She could smell him - fresh bread and sweat. Something else that was familiar but that she could not identify. " 'I'm not going anywhere.' " He said it over and over again as he felt her, smelled her, tasted her. He stared hard into her eyes and kept repeating the phrase until he heard her too. "I'm not going... anywhere," she said. "Again." "I'm not going anywhere." Rob knelt between her legs and began to stroke her pussy. First the outer lips, coaxing her body into a sense of security that her mind fought against. His hands were light and patient but his gaze was hard, wordlessly commanding that she continue repeating the mantra. "I'm not going anywhere." Did she have any choice? Her juices accumulated enough to coat his fingertips so he found her clit and began to flick back and forth and rubbing the little nub. Her hips came up to meet his touch but her expression told him that she was frightened and quite confused. Rob stared back. He knew that she was not used to men treating her this way and she probably had no idea what to make of it. With firm hands used to transforming flour and butter into irresistible treats, he dipped one finger into her wet hole and then another. He felt the walls of her vagina instinctively hug his fingers and he heard her breathing get quicker, more shallow. Her voice raised a pitch or two. She bit her lip. Her eyes fluttered shut. "Look at me when my fingers are in this cunt." Zoe opened her eyes wide. She was so wet that he could hear his fingers gliding back and forth inside of her. She was so wet. His work pants felt terribly tight and when he let down the zipper, his thick dick sprang free. She looked down at his dick and whimpered between words, squirming on the mattress. Zoe was beautiful and primal. With firm hands, he spread her legs wide apart so that her pussy was totally exposed to him. His mouth met the lips of her pussy and she tried to twist away but he held her there. Just barely sweet juices and clean shaven flesh pressed against his chin, his mouth, his nose. He took a deep breath. Dirty little girl. He sucked her clit, nursing the firm nub until it was quivering in his mouth. It throbbed steadily, nothing like her frantic breaths. He took his time kissing the glistening dark folds that just barely concealed the pink hole at her core. When he sank his tongue into her, she squealed and squeezed her eyes shut but he kept licking and slurping and plunging until her thigh was shaking and her toes were locked. He came up for a breath and a command, "Say it." "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere." Rob released her and without warning, pulled her into his lap and brought her soaked hole down on his rigid dick. She felt even wetter and softer to his dick than she had around his fingers. He could hear that little pussy squishing around his cock and he could feel every ripple through her body. She was still whispering, "I'm not going anywhere." Whimpering between breaths, slipping her slender arms around his neck and curling up against him as he lifted and lowered her hips. Zoe was high on emotions and lust. She could not control her reaction to him and she could not stop saying those words. She was surprised to realize that she did not want to stop saying them and she felt right on top of him, fucked by him. He was much thicker than Paul and his girth rubbed and stretched the walls of her pussy. She could feel her juices spread all over her inner thighs and she knew that it was dripping down his balls. The scent of her urine and her pussy filled the room and she could hear him taking deep breaths. She felt humiliated and undone but she was enjoying this. Obsession Pt. 01 The moment she came, Rob saw her eyes get wide and then flutter shut and felt her pussy grab his dick tight and then drown it in her cum. He slowed his thrusts, letting her ride him until she looked down at him with hazy eyes. She looked ready to instantly fall asleep. Rob grabbed Zoe's chin and pulled her down to kiss him, slow and sweet while his cock, still hard, lingered in her relaxed body. He wasn't ready to cum in her yet but he was ready for a shower, the first thing he usually did when he came through the door. "I need to get clean and now, so do you." The shower was so warm and the scent of soap was such a relief. Zoe noticed that he was not as rough now as he had been before. Tenderly he soaped up her breasts, between her legs, then her back, and her bottom. "What!" she shouted when she felt his finger slip into her asshole. Rob laughed and then rinsed her off before he cleaned himself quickly, efficiently. She watched him as if this was some sort of dream. He was so hairy and the muscles beneath were hard and functional, not bulky and glamorous as she was used to in some men. Zoe knew that he was watching her staring at him but she did not care and she openly examined a peculiar scar on his side. It was ugly and she decided there must be some dark story behind it. That reminded her of his earlier aggression and she hugged her own slender, smooth body closer. "I'd like to go home now. I have work in the morning and I should probably... straighten up around my apartment." She had a maid that came every day while she was floating around the office she worked in as a consultant. That was her title, at least. Rob just stared down at her. He cut the water off. "Oh! But thank you for the shower and um... everything." She reached for the glass door but he stopped her. "Zoe, you're not going anywhere." There is no way of explaining the emotions and thoughts that were running through Zoe at that moment. Something in his stance and tone seemed assured and permanent and that set warning bells booming in her head as if they hadn't been tolling for the last hour. "Well, I'm going home." He picked her up into his arms and carried her back to that bed. "This is your home now. This bed." "You can't just keep me here." Those words hovered on Zoe's lips all evening but whenever she mentioned it, he turned his uncompromising gaze on her and she gave up. After the shower, he took his time with her body. He caressed and massaged her breasts while she sat in his lap. When he sucked, she pressed her breast against his face and gently held his head. Then his hands traveled up and down her sides and ended up holding the soft mounds of her ass as he pulled her onto his dick for another orgasm that she felt curling down her spine, stretching around her pelvis, and then forcing her to squeeze tight around his cock. She purred. The sound was so soft and relaxed and full of pleasure that it pushed him toward the edge and he almost came inside of her then. Her body was brown and warm, smoothly wrapping around her curves, puckering and deepening at her nipples. His hands seemed so white, cradling her hips and even cold. How cold had he been toward her earlier? Zoe sat erect in his lap, dazed from the force of pleasure and dreamily focused on his lean body. He caught her watching him but instead of glancing away, she held his gaze as she reached a hand behind her to cup his balls. Round, soft-skinned, but heavy. She weighed their fullness in her palm and began to stroke. He lifted his hips in response. Her hand was firm, coaxing, pleasing but not enough to bring release. For long minutes she sat there in his lap, cupping and massaging his balls but he resisted release. The way he refused to give into her tempted Zoe. She wanted him to give in to her beauty, her charm, her hand... but maybe her mouth would help? Sucking his dick was nice. His cock was thick but not too long, the perfect size to test all of her holes and still give pleasure. That dick stretched her lips and bumped the back of her throat, then made her gag as it pushed deeper still. The result was a slippery, gooey mess of saliva that covered his dick and most of her face but she didn't stop, wanting him to cum there, in her mouth. A few times he pulled her up by her hair, his face red and his symmetrical features mangled into an expression of pain. She knew that he wanted to cum but could not understand why he wouldn't or what would make him ready to take the release they both knew he wanted. But nothing. An hour later and he still had not cum. Instead he had pulled her away from his dick completely and now had her on the bed with her legs throw wide again, playing with her pussy and there was no holding back for Zoe. In a lot of ways she was a hedonistic little thing and selfish. She cared about her pleasure, her desirability, her ego stroked by a man's inability to contain himself around her. As she fell asleep in Rob's arms that night, she thought of that - how good she felt, how often and forcefully she had cum because of him, and how few times he had done the same... Actually, he hadn't come at all and she thought that was unnatural. On the other hand, maybe he was just that sort of guy. Which was nice! She could do a lot of things with a man who cared only for her wants. But little Zoe was wrong. Rob understood just what sort of woman she was and he was determined not to cum until she begged him to. He would force her to think of his pleasure and not tease it out of him or frustrate him the way she had by coming to the restaurant every day and then following him home. She would be explicit. First she would beg him to fill her with his cum and then she would become more attune to his needs day by day. He traced her profile that just barely glowed in the moonlight. Rob smirked wondering what she would say or even think if he knew that he was picturing her as his pretty little black slave, begging for his cum, thinking of his needs and wants, serving him. When he pulled the cover away from her breasts and then her waist and hips, he couldn't help but touch and when he splayed his hand across her belly, she reached up in her sleep and covered his hand with her own. Through the night he kept his hand there on her warm, flat tummy and in his dreams he saw her growing thick and heavy. Glowing with swollen breasts and a swollen little nose from pregnancy. She was clearly pregnant with his child and happy. She held his hand to her body to feel their child kick. And BAM. The alarm went off and he woke up to find himself alone in bed. He slapped the buzzer off, thinking Zoe had probably taken her things and gone but then she poked her head out of the bathroom with her big black sparkly eyes. Obviously she was a morning person... "Good morning!" He groaned in response and laid back in the bed. Rob peeked through a lid to watch her practically skip over to the bed. She had covered her body with the pale blue button down shirt he had worn to a friend's wedding last spring. She plopped on her knees beside him and the mattress bounced. "Do you want breakfast? Toast? Um... coffee?" She said the last slowly and he laughed. "Yes, Ms. Rafferty. Toast, coffee. Throw some bacon and two poached eggs in, maybe? I'm so hungry after last night..." There was a long pause. "I don't know how to cook." Rob laughed until his sides ached. Zoe crossed her arms, just watching, not really understanding what exactly what was quite SO funny. But she liked it that she made him laugh. What else could she make him do, she wondered. "If you're done laughing at me, don't you have to get to work?" "Nah." His hand found its way up the edge of the shirt to caress her soft thigh. Seeing his interest, she unbuttoned the shirt and pulled It open to give him a full view of her body in the morning light. He stared, which made Zoe smile very brightly and softly kiss his lips. The attraction between Rob and Zoe was obvious. She wanted him because he was hard to get. He wanted her because she didn't give up. But he knew there was more that he wanted from her. While she was busy huddling in the corner of his restaurant, pining over leafy greens and taking furious gulps of wine, he was watching her. She was the sort of female that always seemed like a bad match but he wanted her. After that dream, he wanted her badly but she had to make it clear that she wanted him too. "I'm not going to work either!" she said. "I called the office and told them I had things to do. Like show you this..." She spread her legs and began rubbing her clit. Already she was wet and she pressed two fingers into her pussy. Zoe loved having his attention and she pushed her thighs wider, wanting him to see everything. She slowly pulled her fingers out and her juices clung to her fingers. With that, she went back to her clit, spreading the wet stuff all over her. "Look at my little wet hole..." She dipped her fingers back into her pussy and moaned. "It's wet for you, I think." He reached out to touch but she pushed his hand away and straddled his lap. "Maybe she is lonely and wishes you would come out to play. And share your cum." Zoe kissed his lips, his chin, his neck, the center of his chest, his navel, and then she found herself at the head of his cock. She licked and lapped at the head and the shaft. The tip of her tongue traced the veins that stood out. "Do you know what I want?" She lowered herself on his hard cock and slipped her arms around his neck as she lifted and lowered her wet hole around him. "I want you to fuck me." She ground her hips and whimpered against his neck. Rob held her hips but let her have charge. "Yes, let me have that dick." He could hear how wet she was, could feel her juices soaking him. "Mmm, daddy," she whispered. "Please cum inside my pussy." Rob turned her on her back and took control. He did not pound away at her but took his time, filling her completely, withdrawing, and gently filling her again. Tenderly he kissed her nipples. "Do you like this, Zoe?" "Yes. Oh, please fuck me. You feel so good. Cum in me. Why don't you cum with me?" She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his shoulders. "I just want you to cum inside me. I just do. Please cum for me." The mouth of her pussy clinched for emphasis. "Don't you like this? I like what you do to me. Please?" She grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples until his thrusts became more forceful. Her hands traveled lower to caress her belly and he thought of her as she had slept the night before. She reached between them and began to play with her clit but he soon pulled her hands away and pumped her body deep and slow. Zoe squirmed on the sheets, whispering and begging for him not to stop. To keep fucking her, keep filling her with his cum. She was so slick that his dick slipped and slid in and out of her plunging her depths. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room. Zoe felt like her mind was loosing all control of her body. She was rapidly spiraling into a climax. She was fucking her man; they were now real lovers. From somewhere, Rob found new staying power and used it to drive Zoe crazy with desire. He was like a machine, his hips moving up and down in a blur. Time and again, he dove deep into her, spattering her juice over his balls and thighs, his balls making loud slapping sounds as they hit the cheeks of her buttocks. Zoe looked up at Rob just before she lost all control and said, "Oh God, I love you." Then her body trembled and fire works exploded behind her lids. She barely heard Rob's words over the roar of pleasure that coursed through every vein and pulsed along every nerve. "I'm crazy about you," Rob responded as he reached his peak and began to release his seed into Zoe. Squirt after squirt poured from him and into her, filling the tight hole until it gushed. He could feel her body tense as wave after wave of ecstasy took her to a place of primal gratification and celestial bliss that she had never been before. Her legs locked around his back. Life giving sperm continued to surge into the depths of her womb. The thought of being filled with sperm was too much for Zoe and she began to climax again. Her hips lifted, forcing his cock deeply into her. She could almost feel the swollen head spitting his sperm against the back wall of her cavern. She was consumed by lust and the only thought in her head was of Rob. Her body convulsed once more, thoroughly indulged. After, Zoe and Rob lay quietly tangled in the cool bedsheets, deep in their own thoughts. The glow and excitement of their recent coupling lingered between them. But just as the dewy morning approached the noon hour, Zoe's satisfaction gave way to practical concerns. Among those thoughts was the realization that she did not take her birth control this morning because it was at home by her bathroom sink! That afternoon Rob went with her to her apartment. They made love twice more in her salmon pink and white bedroom and the evening was late when she thought of the pill again. "Damn it!" Rob held her close when she tried to get up but raised an eye brow. Zoe shook her head, "My pill. I forgot to take it... I guess it's too late. I should just wait until the morning." "Hmm," Rob responded. He pulled her body close and took a deep breath of her warm, sweet scent. Her smooth skin was cool and damp from sweat and making love. "Can't you take it in the morning?" Zoe agreed that she could and rest against Rob. They napped for no more than an hour and then she packed a small bag to return to his apartment. The next morning she woke in his arms, his hand possessively cupped around her breast. She smiled and snuggled back against him, the modest curve of her bottom fitting perfectly against his groin. "Mmm, my lady. It seems that you would like to be ravished again," he whispered. Zoe turned to face him and cupped his balls in her hand as she sucked on his neck. He became so full in her hand and her own body was pulsing with need. With an aching pussy, she mounted him, desperate to impale herself on his fat dick. Her pussy wrapped around him and she began sliding up and down, grinding, riding him. He was the only thing that mattered to her in the world at that moment and she could only think of his pleasure, the moment he would cum inside of her and fill her with his seed. She whispered, "Daddy, come in mama's pussy. I want to be your good girl. Fill me with that cum. I want it so bad. Make this pussy yours." Rob watched her, rock hard and ready to explode in her tight black pussy. Every time he looked at her she became more and more beautiful. Not because of her bright eyes or her sweet lips. It wasn't her pert breasts or her clean shaven pussy. It was because he could tell, every time her pussy or her mouth was on his dick, that she wanted him. Wanted to please him and her every time they touched, she became more aware that her body was meant to serve him. As she rode him now, he noticed her erect nipples, the part of her lips, her heavy lashes as she looked down at him. He began to imagine her flat stomach rounded with his child. Proof that he had had her thoroughly and completely, happily swollen with his child. Rob lifted his hips, jabbing against her cervix and she squealed. He came deep inside of her before she did, purely using her hole for his pleasure this morning. He realized that he did not care if she came, he just wanted his cum planted deep inside of her. It was a primal instinct that felt impossible to ignore. "Yes. Take my cum. Let me fill that pussy until you're pregnant with my baby. I want to breed my little black whore." The words came out of his mouth without his full realization and Zoe looked down at him with an expression that he could not decipher. But then she began to roll her hips and play with her nipples, staring down at him. One hand began rubbing her clit as she squeezed her nipples. When she began to cum, she rubbed her belly, holding it and still staring down at him. Then she leaned over and pressed a nipple against his lips, which he happily accepted and suckled. She held his head tenderly, stroking his hair and his ears. "Are you wishing there was milk there?" He was surprised by her question but answered honestly, "Yes." To Be Continued...