1 comments/ 36546 views/ 1 favorites The Familiar Stranger By: Dai Raku I saw him staring at me from across the room. We were at my husband's company party, it was the 3rd company function I had seen him at this year, and each time we made eye contact. I was standing with my husband as he greeted the people at the party. My eyes were on the people I was meeting, but my thoughts were filled with the face of the stranger. I saw him out the corner of my eye as he walked the room. His smooth shaved head was reflecting and aura courtesy of the lights coming from the ceiling, creating brightness around him, making him look like a Black angel sent from above. His deep dark skin was begging to be touched. His tuxedo was impeccable and so was he. His tall muscular body easily glided across the room as he walked around greeting co-workers. Everything about him reminded me of my husband the first time I met him. He was the first and only Black man I dated, but my desire for Black men are strong, and the stranger made those desires even stronger. My husband was summoned by his boss without me, I looked around to locate the stranger, but I didn't see him. After a few minutes I notice him standing near the door, our eyes met again. He turned and walked away, heading out the door. I followed him out the door and down the hall. He looked back to see if I was still behind him, I stop in my tracks, waiting for him to turn around and walk forward. He quickly darts around a corner, I quicken my pace and turn the corner, but he wasn't there. He had disappeared before my eyes. I look down the hall way and saw four doors, two on each side I check the first door on the right and it was locked. The second door on the right was also locked. I turn and walk to the two doors on the left, I twist the door knob of the first door and it was unlock, I peeped inside, but it was just a broom closet. I turn the knob of the last door and it was not locked. I open the door and its dark, I felt for the light switch with my left hand and locate it. The lights brighten the room; the room is full of work-out equipment. All of a sudden I felt a push from behind, the lights went off and I herd the latch on the door click to a locked position. It was totally dark, I could barely see in front of me. Suddenly my body was being pushed forward from a force behind me; my hands went forward in hopes of bracing myself against the wall. My hands hit the wall; I'm paralyzed from fear and excitement, in a weak voice I said. "Don't hurt me please." "Ssssssssshhhhhh take it like a woman." A man's voice said from behind her.. "What are you going to do to me?" I didn't get a response from the person behind me, instead I felt him pressing his body against mine. I could smell expensive whiskey and cigars on him as he pushed the hair up from the back of my neck and began to run his tongue over my neck. His right hand rubbed my right breast through my silk dress. The sensation caused me to bite my bottom lip. I could hear him tugging at his belt trying to undo it. Within seconds I heard the clinging sound for the belt buckle hitting the floor. He ran his hands up my dress; I could feel his hands passing over my stocking covered legs, and easing over my garters and up to my panties. In a flash, coolness rushed between my legs as he grips my panties and with the force of a powerful machine, he jerks them from my body. He placed his hand sideways with his thumb up between my legs. The side of his finger slide between the sides of my pussy lips. I used the wall as leverage as I pushed my body back against him. He had his cock in his right hand and began to rub it over my dress covered body. I took the sides of my dress and pull my dress above my waist. His cock was rubbing over my ass cheeks, with his hand still between my legs. I turned my head to the side and said. "I want you in me. Make love to me now. I need you to make me feel like a woman." He pulled me from the wall and kicked my legs apart and used his forearm to force me forward, making me touch my toes. Like a man intent on delivering pain and pleasure, he stuffed himself deep in me with out giving my pussy a chance to adjust to his invasion. The force caused me to fall forward; I was stop from hitting the wall by him holding onto my hips. He slammed my ass against his body, and returned himself to the depth of my pussy he gotten accustomed to. My insides were in a state of inner ecstasy from the superior manipulation of my G- spot by his deep and downward insertion. "Oh God you're good. Give it all to me." I said. "Go deeper; I want to feel it deeper." He pushed his remaining inches inside me and brought out an orgasm from my completely filled pussy. He continued to give it to me hard and deep, I reach under and massaged his balls. I can feel my juices inch down his shaft and onto his balls. "Cum for me, put your cum inside me baby. Make me wetter, I want to feel it in me." I said to him. My body was still releasing shivers from my orgasm; I experience his flow of love oil as it jetted out of him. He reached under me and kneaded my clit between his fingers, and gave cock to me with his left hand clutching my left shoulder. After ten minutes of him fucking me, my body shook beyond my control as an earth shattering orgasm left my body. The effect of my orgasm and him throbbing in me caused my body to lose all muscle control. I drop to my knees to get away from him. I rolled over and sat against the wall. The moon light creeping through the window, created a silhouette of his body before me. His weapon, once hard and mighty, started to lose its hardness and sagged down between his legs. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, when I opened them he was gone. I gathered myself and headed for the door. I stepped on something as I walked out the door, I looked down and it was a gold cuff link, I picked it up and it has the initials D.R.G engraved on it. I put it in my purse and headed back to the party As I walked out I hear the door across from me open up, I look and it was the brotha I followed from the party. He had a woman with him and they spoke to me and headed back to the party. I was at a loss; I had just had my pussy invaded by someone, but it wasn't who I thought it was. Feeling somewhat confused I headed back to the party. I walked in and I spot my husband, he was chatting away with to men. I approached him as they were leaving; he shook their hands as they departed. I walked up to him and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. "There you are I was wondering where you were." he said. "Oh I just stepped out and got some fresh air." I said. "I was looking for you, there's someone I want you to meet." "Who is it; I've met everyone you work with." "No it's a new guy. He grabbed my hand and we walked the room looking for his new man. Suddenly he spotted him and yelled at him from across the room. "Hey Darnell come here, I have someone I want you to meet." It was like he was Moses as the crowd parted and let him through, the men were engrossed in conversation with each other, but their wives were doing everything not to attack the brotha. The brotha was "you can fuck me anytime" fine. I know half the women went home and masturbated thinking about him and the other half masturbated at the party. "Demetrius who is this angel you have next to you?" he said to my husband. "Darnell this is my lovely wife Gail Graves," my husband said. "Gail this is Darnell Garrison. He's new with the company." "It's pleasure to meet you Gail." He said. "Like wise Darnell. I hope you're having a wonderful time, on and is there a Mrs. Garrison?" "Yes she's has an audience to your left near the exit. I'll make sure you meet her before we leave." "Great, will you excuse me I need a drink. I'll be right back gentlemen." I walked to the bar thinking I had just had sex with Darnell. I was in need of a stiff drink by this time. I got to the bar and order me vodka straight up. As the bartender handed me my glass his cuff link was reflecting light and I looked down at it and there in big engraved letters were the initials D.R.G. I looked him up and down; he had strong masculine hands and was built like a Mandingo brotha. I was now lost I was in the company of two men with the same initials and chances are one of them had recently put a masterful love making session on me. "Will that be all for you young lady?" he said. "No pour me another, and make it a double." I said. "You be care now, especially if you're driving." "No I'm not, so pour?" I down my drinks and turned my glasses over. He looked at me and gave me a wink. I retrieved the cuff link from my purse and sat it on the counter and walked away. As I walked I was hoping he would come after me and tell me it was him who had just made love to me, but he didn't. My husband and I made our rounds again and I got my drink on for another hour. We left the party with me wondering who had made me feel like a woman. The excitement of having sex and not know who it was with was giving me chills all over my body. I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate. We got home and readied ourselves for bed. I stepped into our vanity area and got undress and dressed. I heard my husband saying something to me, so I peeped around the corner and asked him what he wanted. "Honey what is it, what's wrong?" I said "Oh nothing important, I just lost another cuff link." he said. "Was it and expensive ones?" "No, but it was my favorite one." "Which one was it?" "The ones you gave me with the DRG on them." "What?" "You know the only ones you've given me." He was right; I had completely forgotten that DRG are my husband's initials. Now there were three men that could have made love to me. "Oh well maybe someone will find it at the party and turn it in." I said to him. "I hope so I love those cuffs." We got in bed in our customary position, on our side with him behind me. We had been in bed ten minutes when he began to touch me and kiss my neck. It felt good but I wanted him to go to sleep so I could have that stranger make love to me in my mind as I masturbated. But he was determined to get some. But our sexual encounters were occurring about once a month. So I had grown not to need it from him, although I craved it. "Hey what are you doing honey? Oh not tonight honey," I said as he tried to slide his hand between my legs. I finally was able to ward off his advancing and we fell asleep. But around 3:00 am I felt fingers playing with my pussy, I didn't know it I was dreaming or not until I opened my eyes and put my hand between my legs and felt my husband's hand. I slightly turned my head and look at him and said, "Honey come on it's late." Suddenly I felt him ram his cock up in me without warning. "Honey, no I said." "Ssssssssssssssssh take it like a woman." he said Those words instantly made me wet, just like it did when I heard them at the party. At that moment I knew who had given me that wonderful fucking. I closed my eyes and let my husband do his thing as I enjoyed being made love to from a Familiar Stranger. The Familiar Stranger Tucked away from the rest of the crowd, Lilly took a moment to adjust the thin garter straps attached to her french heeled stockings through the mid-thigh slit of her gown. A slight shiver ran down the length of her spine. Little wisps of hair stood at attention on the nape of her neck and for a moment she felt fear. Hesitantly, she looked up, catching only a partial glimpse of the man who quickly darted from her sight. He was tall with broad shoulders. Even through his tuxedo, his body appeared well defined. His hair was short and dark, almost black. It was obvious he didn't want to be noticed. She didn't think it was because he felt awkward. Most men wouldn't shy away from a peek at a woman fixing her undergarments nor be embarrassed if caught. His presence felt gut wrenching familiar. It couldn't possibly be, she thought to herself, suddenly unable to breathe. Following his exiting steps, Lilly walked down the hall and through the double mahogany doors into the lively filled clubhouse. Surveying the room, she surmised that it had only been a silly hallucination and quietly made her way back to Nick. As Mark stepped out onto the terrace, he could have strangled himself for lingering long enough for her to sense his presence. This was the second time where carelessness almost revealed him. However, after almost two years, Lilly was the same demure yet tantalizing slut. Her thick chestnut brown hair was swept up, each piece precisely placed and pinned. Heavily painted, jet black lashes fluttered against her porcelain features. Full lips, scarlet red and highly glossed, invited deep, ravaging kisses. She was dressed in a long dark red, backless evening dress which left nothing to the imagination. Delicate material hugged every rounded contour of her body and could not disguise the swell of her full, heaving breasts. She was of average height with a tight little waist and curvaceous hips, product from a marked period of corset training. A deep mid-thigh slit revealed long legs which flowed into a pair of matching red, six inch, metallic spiked heels. He could only imagine her adjusting the spaghetti-like straps tightly around her delicate ankles. Watching her adjust her fully fashioned stockings while she thought no one was watching made his cock instantly hard. He did not afford himself the luxury of imagining what lingerie, if any, she wore underneath. Lilly always had an obsession with the finest lingerie and his obsession had always been her. He was unaware of why their relationship had ended so abruptly and it infuriated him. The pain and rage ate away at him slowly, like acid. It was obvious that she moved on with her life and seemed content but he was doubtful. Walking back inside to get a drink, Mark grinned evilly, vowing to teach her true torment. How naive of her to think she could escape him and not be punished for her infractions. Although the charity event was successful, Lilly was glad the night had come to an end. Resting her head against the seat, she closed her eyes, enjoying the quiet but not her thoughts. Two years ago, Lilly had been living in New York. Family, a respectable job, and a crazy nightlife kept her more than occupied. Then she had met Mark. He was tall with dark hair and piercing dark eyes. Well groomed and impeccably dressed, he was roguishly handsome. The dynamic between the two was intense and it consumed her. He was overpowering and fucked her when and however he chose. Sex was rough and reckless and she would be marked and sore for days after his assault. Assault was the perfect word for what he did to her, sighing inwardly she thought. They would play the nastiest kinkiest games together and he derived great pleasure in being cruel. She had gone through her fair share of outfits being tossed in the garbage as he easily turned them into mere shreds of material. Regardless, she had fallen in love with him and it was the realization that he would never love her which caused her to run. In a hastened decision, she wrote him a brief note, stating that their relationship was no longer a healthy one, and retreated to Florida which had always been a second home to her. 'A penny for your thoughts duchess,' Nick interrupted softly, 'You have not been with me the whole drive home. Do you feel like staying the night with me and talking about what is bothering you?' Noticing that they were pulling into Nick's driveway, Lilly felt rude in her quietness. 'I'm sorry, it has just been a very long day and I am tired,' rubbing his thigh as she talked, 'As much as I would love to spend the night with you, I think I'm going to opt for my own cozy bed tonight.' Reluctant to believe that her quietness was due to a minor issue of being tired, Nick got out of the car, moved around to open her door, and pulled her up into a gentle embrace. Lowering his head, meeting her soft lips with his, he kissed her fully before walking her over and placing her in her own car. Lilly promised to give him a call in the morning, gave a small wave, and drove off. Mark tapped his fingers impatiently, waiting for Lilly to arrive home. He had never given thought to the possibility she may stay the night over whatshisnames. So far, from watching her home and following her at a safe distance, she had only stayed away one or two nights a week, if that. He could hardly believe that Lilly would have such feelings for a boy instead of a true man such as himself. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, anger, yet lust, plagued him as visions of her fucking someone else ran through his mind. 'Fuck! That little rejecting bitch is going to pay!' Slamming his fist hard into the dashboard, he would only wait for Lilly a little longer. Impatience was getting the best of him and soon he would go find Lilly and drag her back home by her hair. As Lilly drove home, she could not help but feel a little guilty leaving Nick. He was sweet and treated her like a princess. They had a lot of the same interests and socialized well together. She enjoyed his company, the fun they had together, and their shared laughter. The only element missing was passion. Sex was usually too tender and too gentle. She desperately craved to be fucked by a man and not a boy. Yes, he loved her but it wasn't the same as..'Damn it!' Wasn't the same as Matt loved her? He never loved, only possessed and fucked. Why was she thinking of this anyway? A brief hallucination was not good enough reason. Confusion swirled as there were not many moments that warned extreme danger. Those feelings were only derived from playing with Mark or when he was near. They were electrical and quite powerful. What was she feeling now? Was it Mark? For a little over a month, it felt as if she was being watched and had almost been mugged and taken by force while leaving work late one evening. It was pure luck that someone had been near and not afraid to come to her rescue. But that didn't have anything to do with Mark. Or did it? With the mugger's hand covering her mouth and his body pressed tightly against her, she was hot with the need to grind her ass back against his cock. Her urge was to tease and taunt him. The scene was a reminder of the 'games' she once played with Mark. She found herself missing the fear he created. The fear felt real. Admittedly, she was often scared shit less but it pushed her and was stimulating. She was finding it hard to forget the moment and secretly wished it had not been interrupted. She pulled into her driveway, found her house key, and finally made way towards her door. She resigned herself to the fact it was only her conflicted feelings that left her disturbed. Lost in thought, Lilly did not hear the silent footsteps behind her or the breathing of a man who was close enough to inhale the scent of her perfume. With the door barely opened, Lilly felt a closing fist wrap through the back of her hair. Pushing her into the house with great force, she could taste blood as her head made contact with the wall. Pinned underneath a massive chest, she was rendered helpless. All she could feel was a jean-clad leg between her slightly-parted stockinged ones and the pain that shot up from her awkwardly bent ankle. 'Be a good little girl Lilly. I promise not to hurt you much. Piss me off and I guarantee you will regret it,' Mark's all too familiar voice growled in her ear. Lilly nodded with understanding. Wrapping his arm tightly around Lilly's neck, Mark dragged her deep into the house, finding her bedroom. As Mark loosened his grip around her neck, she turned and swung at him. In an instant, Lilly felt his hand meet her cheek with a powerful slap that knocked her far back onto the bed. Inching herself up slowly, Mark took her set chin and composure as defiance and delivered one more slap, knocking her back into place. With hot tears streaming down her face, Lilly's cheeks were bright red and burned like fire. Grabbing her hurt ankle, Mark pulled her body down to the middle of her over-sized bed. Ignoring her cry of pain, he straddled on top of her. 'I told you to not misbehave. Very bad little girls get punished Lilly.' Mark would not give in to her softness or the lust he had for the wide-eyed vixen who was captive beneath him. Black tears streamed down her cheeks from her heavily lacquered eyelashes and full pouting lips were now only smudged scarlet red. 'I hate having to hurt you but you like it when I'm rough. Don't you? Are you willing to behave now?' Lilly did not answer. 'Kiss me,' Mark demanded, whispering hardly. Lilly shook her head 'no' and turned her face away from Mark. His dark, piercing eyes studied her and were much too intense. His eyes made her feel vulnerable, almost forcing her into submission. Leaning over, he ran his wet tongue from her collarbone all the way up the length of her all too sensitive neck. She could feel his hot breath on her cheeks. 'Kiss me damn it! I know you want to. I can feel it.' Gripping her head tightly between his hands, forcing her to look at him, Mark began kissing Lilly impatiently. He kissed her, jaw-crushingly hard and deep, creating an imprint as she sank into the mattress from his weight. Pulling at her thin dress, it ripped, giving way to be torn down the length of her body by an excessively strong pair of hands. Lilly tried to cover herself from his gaze, wanting to hide her extremely thin, black laced, panties and matching push up convertible bra. However, Mark would not let her and locked her arms above her head with his hands. Writhing and squirming beneath him, Lilly felt frightened but was undeniably wet. She was disgusted by her reaction towards him but that did not stop her hips from thrusting up to meet his. Mark unlocked her arms only when she quit fighting. He sat gazing over her for what seemed like endless minutes before her bra and panties were stripped from her body in a few swift tears. His fingers brushed against her nipples before pulling on them extremely hard. Her nipples felt as if they were going to be detached from her breasts as he pinched, pulled, and rolled each excited tit between his fingers. Mouth replaced fingers as each nipple was flicked, licked, and sucked hard. Lilly's body shook from within each time she felt one of her nipples clamped between his teeth. His hands continued to roam her body, rough and unforgivingly. Forcing her legs apart, he demanded her not to move, as he slid his hands between her thighs. Lilly could feel herself begin to grind against the palm that rubbed her naked pussy. She detested, yet welcomed his fingers as they probed deep inside of her and fucked her aimlessly. Sobbing, Lilly could feel her warm juices dripping down her quivering thighs and bucked her hips forward in resentment when he removed his fingers. 'Tell me you want me to stop. You can't, can you? You are such a depraved, nasty little whore, aren't you Lilly? Suck and taste my fingers you slutty bitch!' Mark forced his fingers into Lilly's mouth making her taste her own juices. Deciding to tease, Lilly seductively ran her tongue over and sucked each finger deep into her mouth. 'I forgot what an eager little fuck you were baby.' Leaning over Lilly's face, she could feel his hot breath against her lips; lips that were so close to his but barely touching. Pushing her head forward, Lilly captured Marks lips, giving him a taste of her. Quickly realizing that her body was deceiving her, she withdrew, making her body rigid, and spat in his face. 'You fucking little bitch! Are we going to stop playing nice?' Mark out stretched each of Lilly's limbs before cuffing each wrist and roping each ankle to her four poster bed. Lilly, honestly frightened, started screaming at the top of her lungs. Another quick slap to her face rendered her quiet. Taking her torn panties, Mark rolled them into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth. Quickly undressing, Mark positioned himself between Lilly's long legs. Lilly could only sob and whimper as her large, tear filled, grey eyes pleaded for him to stop. However, Mark only saw her tears as an invitation to urge on. Lilly frantically squirmed but knew that she would never get loose. Pain stabbed at her every time she moved her ankle. Little by little, he explored her entire body with his tongue. His wet saliva heated against her skin as she struggled. Sliding between her legs, Mark buried his head between Lilly's thighs, wrapping his lips around her hard clit, sucking as he massaged the flat of his tongue against it. He licked and sucked greedily as he grabbed and squeezed her ass, embedding his nail marks into her skin. Lilly pulled at her secured wrists desperately as he continued working on her pussy. The harder Lilly fought, the deeper Mark pulled her into his face, burying his tongue within her folds. Her body convulsed and she came without warning. Massive, sweet nectar drenched his face, making his face sticky. His tongue slowly slid up and down her slit, tasting her, before replacing his tongue with the tip of his cock. Mark teasingly rubbed the thick tip against her, watching as it became glistening wet. All of a sudden, he was inside of her, ramming and pushing into her. The sheer girth of his cock was threatening and her screams were muffled by her panties. Bucking up to meet him, Lilly could no longer stop herself. Perspiring bodies made their bodies slippery as they grinded against one another. Picking up speed, he force fucked her over and over. Heat warmed her belly as Mark ravaged her pussy with his cock. Sensing Lilly's near fall over the edge, Mark crammed three of his fingers into her tight puckered ass and pumped them aggressively. It was more than Lilly could handle. Lilly clenched hard around Mark's cock and fingers as her body shuddered with orgasm. Her cunt gushed at the double invasion. All of a sudden, Lilly could no longer breath as Mark's hand clenched around her throat, taking her breath away. His body tense with desire, he let out a deep grunt and let go, as he choked Lilly, coming deeply inside of her. Lilly must have been overwhelmed as Mark's collapsed body was the last she remembered. When she woke much later, she was no longer cuffed or tied. However, she slithered underneath her blankets and closed her eyes after reading the small note placed on the pillow beside her. 'Lilly, will be back when you least expect it. Stray again and I shall find you. Mark.'