10 comments/ 68441 views/ 60 favorites Please By: elledee This is an interracial story. If that type of thing is not your cup of tea, do not read this. ~Elle "Please...please..." she begged quietly out to the darkness. "Take what you want, I swear I won't say-" "Shut up." He said it quietly, calmly. Jaquelyn didn't know how the man had gotten into her home, much less managed to get into her bed room without her hearing a sound. Had she forgotten to set the alarm? She had been apprehensive about living alone, but to have her worst fears come to fruition was something she thought was just her typical paranoid, overly cautious imagination. The urge to talk even more almost overcame her. She wanted to beg him to leave, to promise him she wouldn't tell. Hell, she would even show him where all her jewelry was and help him take her television out to his vehicle. "Get out of the bed." His voice snapped her out of his thoughts. It was deep, almost raspy, but not quite. But what she really noticed was his tone. It was so calm, so stern, as if he was supposed to be there. Despite the authority in his voice, she hesitated. Why did she need to get out of the bed? Couldn't he just rob her while she hid under the covers? No, of course not. He wouldn't trust her not to bust him over the head with a lamp. He was going to tie her up. "Now." Startled, her feet hit the floor. "Please... "She started again. "Go turn on the light. And don't try to run. I'm much faster than you." God, why was he so calm about this? He must be a professional. At least she had home owners insurance. After she turned on the light, she stood there, looking at him. He was drinking her in. And she couldn't really help but do the same. This was not what she expected. No mask, not dressed in all black, no gun in his hand, and gorgeous. White, but gorgeous. He certainly had the build to be a criminal, not overly muscled but clearly he spent time in the gym. He had beautiful bone structure with a strong jaw line and high cheekbones. His lips were on the thin side, but the bottom one was definitely fuller than the top one. "I-" she started. "Come here." She gulped and walked timidly to him. As she stood in front of him, or rather under him due to his height, his gaze continued to assess her. Inwardly she squirmed suddenly wishing she hadn't dressed so skimpily for bed. The boy shorts and tank top seemed perfectly acceptable two hours ago, but now she wished she had reached for her pajama pants and an over sized t shirt. Gesturing with his hand he instructed her to turn around. Maybe this was the part where he would tie her up. As she stared down at her bed, she held on to this thought that she knew was a lie until he slid a finger down her spine. Her skin captivated him. It was like melted chocolate, maybe a shade or two darker, and perfectly smooth and even. Her back was toned but he knew she didn't work out. His eyes dipped lower to her thick yet still toned ass, thighs, and legs. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt him slip off her bonnet. He smiled as he removed it. He didn't know people their age even wore them until her. He removed the two bobby pins he knew were there and the almost black mass fell softly to her shoulders. "Please." She whispered softly swallowing the lump in her throat. He didn't shut her up this time. His hand slid down the side of her neck. Reflexively, she pulled away. "What do you think you're going to do to me?" Her voice was trembling, but she was determined to put up a fight. "Remove your top." "No!" She whipped around to face him. "No! Get away from me." Stepping backwards, the back of her thighs hit the bed. She fought to catch her balance before falling, but quickly realized it was in vain. As soon as she hit the bed, she began to turn in order to crawl away. Jaquelyn didn't even make it to her hands and knees. "Well isn't this convenient?" He covered her body with his. They stared into each other's eyes as she struggled beneath him. As naturally athletic as she was, at 5'5 and 140, she was no match for him. "I do believe you did this on purpose." "Get the fuck off of me, you barbarian!" She continued to struggle and he let her. He wanted her to wear herself out, and it took minimal effort from him to restrain her. After about five minutes he could feel her strength beginning to wane. He actually found it mildly entertaining. Whether she fought or not, did she not realize he would have her? Tiny beads of sweat appeared across her full brown top lip. He smiled. "Aww baby, we haven't even started yet and you've already broken a sweat." The taunting triggered some survival instinct deep within her and she began to pull from energy and strength she didn't even know she had. It caught him off guard. She would have thrown him off had he not shaken off the surprise and remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Her body bucked and strained against his as she arched her back and kicked her legs in her efforts to escape. Small sounds of struggle and desperation emerged from her throat as she fought back tears. She could feel her own resolve to protect herself slipping. As her strength began to slip as well, she reverted back to the meek, timid demeanor she had before. "I'm begging you." She said softly still pushing her body against his. But the movement was much less insistent and urgent. Her muscles couldn't bear the strain of it anymore. "Are you going to take off your shirt or do I have to remove it for you?" She didn't answer. He sighed, jerking her arms up over her head. "I don't want to hit you, and I don't want to be rough with you, but I will." His eyes burned into hers with sincerity. They were brown, but she caught hints of green in them. "You can take it off if you really want to." She replied turning her head away. "Well I would really prefer it if you would do it." His grip suddenly tightened on her wrists. "I will, "she exhaled at the pain, "Just let me go." She hated this. Submitting to this sick pervert. He sat at her feet and watched as she sat up to pull the top over her head. "Stand up." Quietly, she obeyed. Topless and standing in front of him she felt humiliated, ashamed. Her teeth dug into her lip as she fought back tears. She couldn't look at him. She didn't want to know what he was going to do next. God, this woman had to be made for him. She was beautiful, not in the popular sense, but in the sense that she was the exact opposite. Her lips curved up and were almost pouty, her eyes were dark and almond shaped, and her face was soft. Every time he tried to describe mentally, he immediately thought of Africa or the Caribbean Islands. Her breasts were small, maybe a 34 B, and that was being generous. Her abdomen was gently cut into four sections and although her body was slightly muscled, it still remained generously curved. Narrow waist, wide hips. He almost came in his pants when he realized he could see the imprint of her pussy through her panties. "Turn around." After she did, she wanted to throw her leg back to kick him in the face since he was still sitting on her bed, but thought better of it. Her body flinched before she knew what she felt. His hand had found their way to her waist. They travelled down to her hips, then over her ass cheeks. What was he doing? This was not what she imagined rape was like. His thumbs hooked down into the sides of her panties and slid them down. Inhaling deeply she prepared herself to receive the sting of his hand slapping her ass. But it never came. What she received instead was his hands caressing her ass, skimming lightly over the skin. Then he squeezed firmly, but not too roughly, each of the cheeks of her bottom. He turned her around again, and once she did he slid a hand up the inside of her thigh. Timidly, she opened her legs a little for him. Her pussy was hairless as he knew it would be. The lips were perfect. Not tiny, like some women's but, for lack of a better word, fat. Ones you could suck and nibble on. He groaned inwardly at the thought. He looked up at her watching her reaction as he explored the skin on her thighs. She wouldn't look at him. He slid a finger between her lips. She gasped and started to pull away. He grabbed on to her hips and pulled her back. She was damp, but not wet. But some women just had damp pussies so it didn't mean she was turned on. "On the bed." She moved to his side silently and he guided her to her back. He grabbed the hem of his gray t shirt and removed it. He had already kicked his shoes off sometime before he had taken off her panties. She squeezed her eyes shut as he moved his hand toward her face. The tips of his fingers brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her forehead and trailed down the side of her face and neck. Her eyes opened just as she choked back a sob and a tear skimmed into her ear. She closed them again when his lips touched hers. The kiss was tender. His lips so gently pressed against hers. No tongue, just his meeting with her own. All of her fear fled and was replaced with an overwhelming sense of confusion. Something about that kiss was so strange. It was the complete opposite of what she expected, but then again almost everything he had done so far had been a surprise. But even more surprising than the way he had kissed her was the way she felt when he did it. Something momentarily calmed her but subsequently caused a deep foreboding sense of trepidation. He didn't want to hurt her. Then why had he broken in? What was to happen after the night was over? She could easily describe him to the police the next day. What was he doing? He watched all these questions pass across her face in quick succession. He wanted to answer them. He really did, but that would have to wait. The warmth of his tongue on her breast pushed all those thoughts to the back of her mind. Her nipples had always been, much to her embarrassment at times, extremely sensitive. Not to mention if they were touched, licked, or sucked correctly they seemed to be directly wired to her clitoris. Gulping for air she tried to resist the unwanted sexual gratification he thrust upon her. His tongue lazily flicked one nipple while his fingers twisted the other. The opposing sensations sent sparks straight to her pussy. "Please." The plea was so soft now and almost hoarse from the stress she had put on her throat by holding back her sobs of humiliation and helplessness. "Shhh..." he responded in a voice almost as soft as hers. Slowly, he kissed and nipped his way down her trembling frame. His tongue dipped into her navel. "Oh, God." She not quite moaned. This mystery man's exploration of her body turned her on more than she could have ever fathomed. Her mind was further submerged into a strange combination of near ecstasy and confusion as licked horizontally across the top of her pelvic bones. Nothing could have stopped the cry that erupted from deep within her. How did he know that was her spot? It took men months to stumble upon that discovery and it happened so rarely that there were times when she couldn't even recall that soft touches there turned her on. He looked up just as her back arched from the pleasure. God, she was beautiful. Perfect. His. Before her back had a chance to return to the bed his tongue swept up her pussy, from top to bottom. Gasping from the sensation, she stared down at him. She couldn't help but watch him as he ate her out. He relished in the taste, the smell of her pussy. There was no doubt in his mind now. The wetness he felt there was the byproduct of his ministrations. The few times when his face wasn't fully buried in her pussy she seemed to perceive a look of pure bliss on his face. He sucked her clit gently, eliciting the softest moans from her. But he wanted more. He tenderly took the nub between his teeth and slowly dragged the tip of his tongue across it. She shook uncontrollably now, muttering incoherently. He did it again and her back flew off the bed once more, arching beautifully for him. There was no sound now, except soft whimperings. Mentally, she thanked him as his mouth unlatched from her. As she breathed deeply, almost as if she wanted to suck all the air out of the room, he admired her pussy. It was beautiful. He spread it gently, and groaned from the sight. He wanted to taste her all over again. It was brown, a deep deep brown, but that brown transformed to a pink. Not even pink. Pink seemed too watered down. Spreading her further, he saw her slight opening. It was tiny, but he knew it would be. She wasn't sleeping with anyone and didn't play with herself. When he finally looked up, she was timidly looking back at him. "I don't know your name." It was more of a question than a statement and although he knew this, he didn't bother to answer. Standing up, he removed his pants and boxers. "Are you ready?" He asked, his body covering his. "No." she whispered. A small part of her wanted to see his dick. She didn't know why. Maybe because he would be thrusting it into her soon and she wanted to know what to expect. "Just relax." He was spreading her legs. "Yeah, right." She muttered. His fingers brushed her clit, causing a tiny gush of wetness to leak from her. Before she could finish moaning the head of his dick was in her. "Oh, God." He was stretching her immensely. Her hand moved between them to feel his penis. "You're huge." She gasped. "I won't hurt you." "I know." She said, turning her head away from him. She felt the press of his fingers into her cheek as he turned his face back towards his. Intently, he gazed into her eyes as he pushed further into her. "Shit." He was surprised by the slick heat of her. "You." He started, but decided not to finish. Her face felt hot, and her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She wanted to look away, but knew he wouldn't let her. He pulled out and drove himself back into her. There we tears in her eyes and her lips were trembling. He started to ask her if she was okay, but then felt the wetness of her pussy against his skin. "Deeper?" he questioned, his breath a bit ragged from fighting back his orgasm. She nodded her head. He gave her more of the dick she hadn't even known she wanted all her life. He kept up the pace that was excruciatingly slow for him, but brought more pleasure than she had ever felt. Three minutes into it, she was coming. He watched as her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted in ecstasy. The orgasm had built so exquisitely inside her and spread deliciously to her thighs and abdomen all the way to her hairline and toes. He felt the tight spasms of her around him as she came. Her back was trying to bend in that erotic way again, but the weight of him was preventing it. "More?" He asked when she came down. She nodded again, looking at him in a quiet type of awe. "Try not to come so fast this time." Embarrassed, she began to fight him. "I was joking. Relax." She was so cute when she was pouting. She let out an indefinable surprised sound when he abruptly lifted her legs over his shoulders. "Wait! I can't-"He thrust into before she could complete her sentence."Fuuuuck...." she groaned. "Beg me for it." He grunted thrusting into her. "Fuck me! P-please, fuck me!" "Shit." He muttered. She gasped from the sudden empty feeling as he pulled out and flipped her over."Ass up." Without thinking, she obeyed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he slid into her. As he pumped in and out of her, she panted heavily. His hand grabbed her hair roughly. "Beg me for it." "Unnhhh..." Was all she could manage. He jerked her hair harder. "Please! P-p-please. F-fuck me! Please fuck me. Make me come. Please make me come. I'm so close." Shit, so was he. He thrust deeper, harder, hearing the sounds of her pussy pulling at his dick. She threw her head back as she came. The sight of her face revelling in complete ecstasy caused him to nut before he really knew it was happening. "Fuck." He said simply as his dick shot come into her. His pressed his body close to hers as she hung her head, tears streaming from her cheeks. He slipped from the depths of her, holding her as she wept softly. Only minutes later the emotional exhaustion overcame her, and she fell asleep in his arms. Please Thank you, angelicsounds, for all your help with the editing. I'd also appreciate any comments or thoughts. -UnlessIfI- ***** He was not much taller than I was with beautiful brown eyes and black hair. He had a presence about him that would make people stop. He was strong, powerful even, but he was not in any way a mean man. On the contrary, when you had him in your corner you just knew things would be all right in the end. I had gotten to know him almost a year ago and we had become friends even when I felt his was way out of my league, even as a friend. He always flirted with me, but I was always too scared to flirt back or even believe it was real. I couldn't believe a man like him would want me. I tried to deny his attraction towards me, but I could no longer mistake the hunger in his eyes when he looked at me. He always watched me move, like a hunter marking his prey. His gaze was predatory and that scared me, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was all male and I had never met anyone like him before. He enthralled me, but the aura of danger that seemed to surround him made me nervous. I always fumbled and blushed when he was around, hoping he didn't notice me messing up. He always did though, and his smile was ever-present. He knew why I kept fumbling in his presence. Lately, it had been increasingly hard for me to keep my fantasies in the bedroom, where I would lie and think of him while I was touching myself. I would come hard, calling out his name. The thought of him had been teasing me for months and had finally started to consume me. One night, I was playing with myself and fantasizing about him once again. Thinking about him always gave me a feeling of falling. No, it was more than that. It was like I was desperate to fall, to keep falling and falling. It was a feeling that made my knees weak and something I couldn't describe build up inside me. I was starting to feel like I couldn't be without him anymore; my need for him was overriding my fears for the first time. I wanted him to take over, to let me have it. I wanted him to push me to my limits, to use me, to take me. I needed him to leave me with marks I could look at later and think about him, about what went on. I wanted to be weak and, for the first time, let him see it without me being too embarrassed to admit it. I would be anything he asked me to be, do anything he asked of me. I needed him and the mere thought of him was not enough anymore. Not when the thought alone was almost enough to make me come. I could not stand it anymore and I needed to let him know. I didn't care what he thought of my fumbling anymore, I needed things to change. I needed to finally ask him. No, not ask. I needed to beg. I needed to beg for him to fuck me, to take me, to kiss me, to touch me. "Damn. Is this what being in heat is like?" I wondered, confused but determined to at least try. "I can't stand another second without him." I didn't have the courage to call him; I didn't trust my voice anymore. So I sent him a text message, which read, 'I can't do this anymore. I can't play this game. Finish it and come and take me. No more playing around. Please.' I started to shake as soon as my finger hit the send button. Within two minutes the answer arrived. 'Where are you? Are you at home? I'm coming over.' It felt like time stopped when I read his reply. The 20 minutes it took for him to arrive were the longest of my life. Then again, I always found ways to occupy myself when I was waiting for him to come over and this time was no different. I sometimes wondered if he had any idea of how I had been touching myself and moaning his name just minutes before he came in, or if he could smell what I had just done in the air. After the longest while I heard a knock on the door. I rushed to open it, I knew how he hated to be kept waiting. I felt the cold air from outside rush to meet me, sobering my thoughts for a second. I let him in and suddenly I couldn't look him in the eye anymore. I was frozen to the spot, afraid to touch him. Just one word slipped through my lips, so quietly I could only hope he had heard it. "Please." He understood. The very second the word had passed from my lips, the door slammed shut and I was being pushed against the wall, his hands holding my wrists above my head. Everything was spinning as he pressed against me and his freezing cold jacket burned my skin. All the power I thought had this past few weeks left me. I could no longer fight this. I surrendered. His mouth was on mine, his tongue in my mouth, demanding, his lips swallowing my moans and my pleas. I kept repeating one word even if it was lost in the midst of everything else. "Please." My knees started to weaken and if he hadn't been holding me, I wouldn't have been able to keep myself upright, not even with the wall at my back. His hot breath caressed my neck as he whispered, "I've been waiting for you to be ready." He let go of my hands and they fell against my sides; I had nothing left in me to hold them up, no strength to do anything else but feel. His hands were strong, like they were made of steel, and all over my body, touching me everywhere. They were in my hair, pulling it to give him better access to my neck. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. They were grabbing my ass, touching my face, making my back arch under his touch. His fingers zeroed in under my skirt. I had chosen it specifically for this. He had once commented on it being a bit too slutty to wear in public, but he had seemed to like it anyway. "Are you wet, baby? Are you wet for me already?" he asked. I could only moan in response. I felt his movements, his fingers creeping up my thighs, closer to the heat. I knew he would soon feel how wet I was for him. I know I should have been embarrassed, but I wanted him to feel what he did to me. I needed him to touch me, to touch my pussy. I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access. His fingers stopped just over my panties and I was sure he could feel the heat I radiated. He didn't go any further than that and I wanted to cry. I was so frustrated. I needed him to take me right then and there. "Please," I begged. Suddenly he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He knew his way around my place, having been there so many times before. He kicked the door open and threw me roughly onto my bed. "Stay still," he commanded. "Watch me." He looked me straight in the eyes and started taking his clothes off. His leather jacket fell to the floor. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and with every button that came undone, I could feel the same thing happening to me. I was getting wetter by the moment. I felt my urgency for him in my fingers; I so wanted to touch him. I felt it in my mouth, the need to kiss him, to taste him, to shout his name, to beg him. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Lastly, I felt my pussy starting to ache with a need I knew only he could satisfy. His shirt was on the floor and he began unbuckling his belt. I wanted to feel that leather on my skin. I wanted him to tie me up with it someday. I wanted him so much; I needed him to own me. The rest of his clothes soon followed and he was standing before me naked and hard. "Do you like what you see, baby girl? See what you have been missing out on?" he asked. I held my breath and I couldn't stop looking at him. He exuded raw power and an untamed wildness. He was beautiful and strong. He leant over and grabbed my shirt, ripping it in half. The buttons went flying everywhere and I started to shake with my need for him. In an almost violent frenzy, he got rid of the rest of my clothes. My skirt and underwear were gone before I even noticed. In no time at all, I was naked before him, like I had dreamt of being since the day I had met him. His eyes were all over me. "Please," I begged. I couldn't stand another second without him inside of me. "Please." The tension in the air was almost unbearable. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want to let it end now that I had come so close. I was frustrated and nervous, but I didn't want to wait anymore. Then, suddenly, his hard mouth was on mine, his body on top of me. Our tongues met and I got lost in the sensations of him kissing me. I started to touch him everywhere. I needed to feel his body, to feel his strength over me. I needed to run my nails over his back. I needed to draw him even closer to me. I wanted to feel his full weight on me. I needed to feel that this was real, that he was there, and that this was not another one of my fantasies that would leave me feeling empty the next morning. No more cheap substitutes, I could not handle them anymore. He was on top of me and I felt his hardness pressing against me. It was hot and as hard as steel. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him, trying to bring him closer to me so that I could feel every inch of him and all of his strength. Without any warning, he drove his cock into me. He didn't hesitate, but I knew he wouldn't. There would be no more games and no more delay. I could only moan in response. He started pounding into me while whispering in my ear, "That's it, baby. You wanted this. You wanted me. Now you're having me, all of me. No compromises. Beg me, baby. Beg me to let you come. Beg me." I could feel myself shaking as I pleaded and chanted his name. "Please. Please, yes. Please. Please!" I felt waves of heat rolling over me, engulfing me, demanding my surrender. My back arched and my hands grabbed the sheets, grabbed him and anything else I could reach. I shouted his name when I came, my pussy quivering around his hard member. He didn't stop, instead he started to fuck me even harder. With each thrust, I fell further, moaning his name, pleading with him. Begging him. I couldn't stop, even when my voice started to become hoarse. He bit my nipples, pulling them with his teeth and leaving his marks on me. His hands pushed me down on to the mattress, his grip becoming rougher and tighter the closer he got to his orgasm. His fingers gripping my shoulders felt like they were made of iron. My head spun and I came again. I felt him join me with one final thrust. The pleasure was unbelievable. One wave after another hit me as my nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I had made my small mark on him too. We both laid on the mattress struggling to breathe. "You are mine now," he whispered in my ear. I don't know why I resisted for so long when surrender was this sweet.