Innocent Sins Ch. 03

"We'll just wait until Ty comes on and leave, OK?" Jessica leaned over to say. Jessica had asked the guy at the admission booth if Ty had performed yet, and he'd smiled a knowing smile and told them Ty hadn't done his act yet.

They sat through two guys who stripped out of their cowboy and police uniforms until they were wearing nothing but tiny g-strings. Relieved they didn't go full nude, Heather thought the guys had nice bodies, but then again, so did her husband. Jake had a nice, muscular body too, and he seemed more well endowed than any of the guys on stage so far. She'd always wondered what it would be like to come to a place like this, but quite frankly, she wasn't all that impressed. She actually felt kind of dirty, being here, and she didn't like feeling that way.

Then Ty was introduced and he came roaring onto the stage riding a Harley and dressed all in black leather, the ultimate bad boy biker. The women in the place went wild. Jessica leaned over and said, "He's definitely got a Lexington Steele thing going on. Mercy!"

"What's Lexington Steele?" Heather asked innocently, and Jessica only shook her head thinking it was a pity Heather wasn't familiar with the well-hung porn star.

Ty revved the engine of the bike and with the grace of a true dancer leaned back, pumped his hips up and down, then swung his leg over the handlebars in tune to the slow, seductive music. His strong thighs barely fit into the tiny leather shorts he wore, and Heather could see his muscles flex proudly as he moved across the stage. He ripped his leather jacket open, revealing a broad, hairless chest that belonged on the cover of a bodybuilding magazine. Slowly he tugged the jacket down his arms, then lifted it and swung it round and round over his head, finally flinging it offstage somewhere.

He reached for the zip of his shorts and slowly lowered it as he mimicked a humping motion with his hips. Instead of stopping, he suddenly ripped the shorts apart and off, revealing a g-string that seemed barely capable of containing him. Heather swallowed, especially when he turned, lifted his eyes and they met her own. She recognized the surprise, then the pleased glint in his pale eyes as he slowly smiled at her. Licking his lips, he threw his head back, then slid one hand down his slick chest towards his crotch, still pumping his hips in time to the beat of the music. Lifting his head, his eyes met hers again, but then he suddenly dropped to the floor on all fours and began a slow fucking motion with an invisible partner in front of the crowd of screaming women. All the while his eyes didn't leave Heather's, and she knew in his mind, she was his imaginary partner.

Heather squirmed in her seat, remembering what his cock had felt like the night she'd rubbed his crotch. Very large, very hot and throbbing in the palm of her hand. She couldn't even begin to imagine what such a thing would feel like inside her pussy.

Shaking herself of such thoughts, shamed by her reaction, she leaned over to Jessica and demanded that they leave. Now! Jessica shook her head, refusing to tear her eyes from the stage. Worse, she kept commenting on what a hot body Ty had and once or twice said that Heather was damned crazy to pass up a shot at tasting it. "I'm calling a cab," Heather finally said, angry that her friend wasn't being more supportive.

"Stop being such a drama queen," Jessica relented. "I'm not letting you go home in a cab alone." Reluctantly, Jessica tore her eyes away and agreed to leave. Heather had already decided she would decline any future invitations for a girl's night out if Jessica asked.

The next morning, Heather was woken by the sound of the telephone ringing. Grabbing for the cordless phone, still half asleep, she checked the caller ID before answering. It was Ty. Blinking, startled, she tossed the phone aside and listened as the answering machine picked up. He didn't leave a message, thank god. Maybe he would get the idea and leave her alone. No matter how hard she tried though, she couldn't go back to sleep so she crawled out of bed, got dressed and decided to run some errands while she had a little free time. She called Jake from her cell phone and realized her battery was going dead. Damn, she'd forgotten to charge it the night before. As a result, their conversation was short, sweet and simple.

Heather had just left the mall when her CHECK ENGINE light came on. Damn, damn, damn, she thought. This was just her luck lately. She didn't have a usable cell phone, her husband was out of town, and she was on the highway about five miles from her house. Soon she began to see smoke coming from under her hood, so she quickly pulled to the median and just sat there, helpless and wondering what on earth she would do now.

Ty was driving along the highway, on his way home from the gym, when he saw a car stranded on the side of the road. He had never stopped to help anyone before, but then he recognized the dark-haired woman raising the hood and fanning the smoke out of her face. "Well, I'll be a son of a bitch," he whispered in startled delight. With a wry smile, he turned his vehicle around and doubled back to help her.

Heather was frantic, wondering if she was going to have to walk and find a phone. And what about her car? Jake wasn't even in town - he couldn't come pick her up. Who could she trust to tow her at a reasonable rate? She had let her membership to AAA lapse a few months ago because she'd forgotten to pay the bill. She supposed she could call her sister for a ride, or maybe Jessica...

She raked a frustrated hair through her hair and was glancing by at the sporadic traffic passing by when she heard the sound of crunching gravel. Spinning around, she saw a black SUV parking behind her car, then saw the tall black man step out. Oh god, she thought. Her luck just kept getting worse and worse...

Ty played it cool, one side of his mouth tilted up as he surveyed her situation. He nodded toward her engine and asked, "What happened?"

"I have no idea." She watched as he leaned over and checked it out, not daring to touch anything. "My cell phone went dead," she told him. "Not that I would know who to call to come tow me anyway. I don't have my check book with me either. I just bought a new computer, so the only credit card I have is almost maxed out. Jake is out of town, and I think my sister is at work. God. I need a vacation."

Pulling back without a word, Ty pulled out his own cell phone, punched in some numbers, and she gathered from his side of the conversation that he was using his own car club membership to call for a tow. Ending the call with directions, he crossed his arms and casually leaned back against her disabled sedan to wait. "Should take them about twenty minutes to get here. No big deal."

Sighing in relief, she told him simply, "Thank you."

He glanced down at the engine and asked, "It ever done this before?"

"No. I've had this car forever though. It's got a lot of miles on it, so I shouldn't be surprised," she told him. She eyed him carefully. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't stopped."

"The road I usually take home from the gym had a detour this morning, so I decided to take the highway instead." He smiled. "I think this is just a case of fate pulling us together."

Fate? No, her fate was with Jake, she knew that with a certainty that was unshakable. She sighed, hoping to stop Ty before he got any more silly ideas. But then he said, "I tried calling you this morning to ask a favor. I wondered if you could look over some paperwork for me today before I have to go into a meeting tomorrow morning. I know you're not handling my account anymore, but I need someone knows my account and who can give me a quick session so I won't sound like a fool in front of my partners. Think you could spare a few minutes to stop by my place and help out an old friend?"

She didn't want to go by his place and help him, but how could she not? Especially after he'd gone out of his way to help her today. Besides, he didn't seem flirtatious or threatening right now. Perhaps he'd finally gotten the message?

"All right. I can probably spare a little time if I get my car situation settled."

Ty smiled to himself. In his mind, he already had the situation all planned. He'd just been trying to figure out a way to get her to his house. When all was said and done, he didn't know if he'd want her in his bed permanently, but her playing hard-to-get was driving him wild. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He could have his pick of almost any woman he met, but he couldn't stop thinking about this one, especially after spotting her across the club last night, seeing that heated, hunted look in her eyes. Oh yeah, once they got to his house, her ass would be his, whether she liked it or not.

Ty followed Heather to the auto garage and waited while she was given a rental car until her own could be repaired. Then she followed him back to his place.

She was wearing faded jeans, a tee shirt and little makeup. She still looked pretty damn good, Ty thought as he asked her to come inside while he gathered the so-called paperwork. It didn't take him long to ease her mind off of him and onto his accounts. When she was relaxed enough to let her guard down, he excused himself to get himself a drink. Heather was so focused on the books in front of her that she didn't even notice when he pulled out two glasses, poured champagne into each flute and then carefully spread a powdery substance into one. He'd used this shit on a few women before, and in no time, they were crawling all over his cock. He knew he'd never get anywhere with Heather if he didn't loosen her up first; she would thank him later anyway. Smiling to himself, Ty carried the drinks over to his dining room table, where Heather was busy working up figures, and placed the drugged one in front of her. She was so absorbed in her work, she took it without thinking, sipping on it as she explained to him the answers to each of the complex questions he had asked.

In hardly any time at all, she began to fidget in her seat. "Is it just me or is it hot in here?"

"I'm fine. Why don't you take off your jacket. Looks like we've still got a ways to go."

He watched as Heather took off her jean jacket and placed it on the back of her chair before trying to concentrate again on the project before her. She fought gallantly but just couldn't seem to get her mind focused enough to complete the task. She fidgeted uncomfortably, rubbing her neck every so often, and began loosing her train of thought in the middle of speech.

"Why don't we take a break? Stretch our legs?" Ty finally suggested, rising from his seat across from her to help her from her own chair.

"I guess...just a few minutes. I need to be getting home before too late," she insisted, moving eagerly to walk off the growing agitation she felt. Was she getting ill? She felt almost feverish, yet excited, full of energy. Her head was sort of floaty, as if she were drunk, yet she'd only sipped one glass of champagne.

She saw Ty walk over to his entertainment center and fidget with something. Then she heard the sound of soft, romantic jazz fill the air. She didn't notice him switching on the camcorder he had hidden, pointed straight at the large, leather sofa beside her. She started to ask him what he was doing, playing music like that, but her skin was on fire, and instead she heard herself say, "It's so hot in here. Can you turn up the air conditioning please."

"Baby, it's barely 70 in here and below 50 outside," he soothed, stepping over to rub his hands up and down her arms. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead and commented, "You're not sick. What's got you so hot? Oh...I think I know what it is, baby. It's this, isn't it? This heat between us. You finally realize you can't ignore it. Especially after you saw what I had to offer last night."

When his hands rubbed themselves up and down her arm, she felt tiny pinpricks of electricity shoot up her spine, making her tremble. It was not an unpleasant sensation, and she heard herself say, "Please...I...I need to go home."

"Shhhhhh." He pressed his lips to her forehead and pulled her closer into his arms, slowly swaying with her to the music. Without thought, Heather's arms slid around his waist and when he turned her face up for his kiss, she just stared without protest. At first his thick lips covering hers caused more electricity to shoot down her spine, and then she felt his hands slide from her waist to mold her gentle backside. When he pulled her closer against him, she found herself grinding against his leg, trying to ease the ferocious ache she suddenly felt deep in her moist pussy. But then an image of her husband floated into her mind, and she pulled her mouth away long enough to protest, "No, this isn't right."

"Shhhh," he hushed again, then asked, "Are you still hot, baby?"

"Yes, very."

"Let's see if we can't cool you down," he said, pulling back enough to tug her tee shirt over her arms, exposing her in her plain white bra. With ease he flicked open the catch at her back, freeing her heavy white mounds to his gaze.

"No, please," she whispered, even as her body sought the sensation of his wicked fingers touching her bare breasts. A second later his mouth was devouring her left nipple, wringing a soft cry of pleasure from her suddenly parched lips. As she bent her head backwards, arching her chest into him, she felt his one hand fumbling with her jeans, and then she felt him pushing them down past her hips. In no time, his hand was diving between her thighs in search of her private heat, his fingers sliding inside her panties until they were gliding across the folds of her pussy, teasing her sensitive slit. With the last shred of sanity she possessed, she reached for his hand and told him, "I don't want this. I love my husband. Please don't make me do this."

Ty made a mental note to edit this part off the tape he planned to send to good old Jake even as he wiped away the last of Heather's resistance when he managed to push two fingers up inside her wet honeypot. She orgasmed instantly, and Ty wondered if she would always be so responsive, or if it was just the drug he'd slipped in her drink. While she was still trembling, he managed to get her jeans completely off her, until she was naked except for the brief panties at her hips. Slowly, he walked her backwards until she bumped into the sofa. He lowered her down until she was spread out, whimpering in front of him.

"Please..." she begged, but he was no longer sure if she was protesting or begging for more.

Reaching down to kiss her beautiful mouth, Ty dipped his tongue between her lips for a brief taste before kneeling between her spread thighs. He grabbed the sides of her panties and began tugging them down her legs ignoring her now weak protests, especially when her hand reached down and her hips lifted to help him with the task. "Oh yeah, baby, let me have a taste of you before I show you how good it can be between us," he murmured, sliding down and arranging her legs over his shoulders until his face was staring at her husband's private lovenest. Ty licked his lips and dove in, licking her pussy like a pro. Heather bucked and cried out, now lost in the sensations he was giving her. She was moaning and writhing beneath him. Every once in a while, she would cry out, "Oohh, it's so good! Oh, yes!" without realizing what she was saying. The drug he'd put in her champagne had her in its grip now, and she barely even remembered that she had a faithful husband, let alone that she loved him more than life itself. All she cared about were the wonderful orgasms this black man kept delivering to her.

When she reached her biggest orgasm, she screamed out with gutso. Ty lifted himself, only to begin taking off his own clothes. Heather was laying there satiated, her eyes closed as she recovered from the strength of her climax. Her eyes were drugged with passion and something else as she watched as Ty shuffled forward, grabbed both of her ankles to spread her legs wide and placed his cock head on her pussy lips. They glistened, she was so wet. Her nipples were erect and swollen and her pussy lips were enlarged. "Oh fuck,"she cried as Ty pushed his head in, her eyes flying open in surprise. "Ty, stop! Please Ty, at least put a condom on...Oh god. It's so big, you're ripping me apart."

"Shhhh." He leaned down and kissed her. "Don't worry, baby. I won't come in you, I promise. Just let me slide inside...oh yeah...like this..." he moaned as he gently pushed his hips forward. He gently sawed in and out until she began to stretch around him, allowing him to sink farther and farther into her precious depths.

"Oh fuck, your cock is so big. Fuck." Despite her protests, Heather screamed out as another orgasm suddenly rocked her body. "No one has ever fucked me like this."

As the words left her mouth, Heather suddenly remembered the only man she had ever slept with, her husband, and she began to push Ty away even though he felt so damn good inside her. It was no use. She had already committed the worst sin imaginable as far as Jake was concerned, and so she let the feeling wash over her and carry her conscience away with it. "Oh god, I'm cumming again!" she cried when Ty suddenly rolled his hips forward, pushing another two inches inside her.

While she was riding the crest of that last orgasm, Ty seized the moment and slammed forward, burying most of his eleven inches inside her belly. Heather made a gagging sound and squealed while trying to scoot back away from him, "Ow, oh god. You're too deep. It hurts. Oh please!"

Ignoring her, Ty drew back and slammed his hips forward burying his entire cock in her pussy once more. Heather screamed a little, then moaned. Ty really started fucking her then. He held her legs spread wide, fucking her with the entire length of his cock. Heather bit her lower lip and was gripping the sofa cushions so hard her knuckles were white. She began raising her hips up to match his heavy thrusts, seeking another powerful orgasm. Every now and then it would come, causing her eyes to roll up in her head as she came again. Ty lowered her legs and they wrapped around his large waist. She could tell by his off-balance thrusts that he was about to come. She remembered that he was doing her bareback and panicked. "Ty, no...You promised! Please pull out!"

Suddenly, the black man humping her bellowed and his muscular ass cheeks flexed as he came deep inside Heather's pussy. She felt the scalding blasts deep inside her womb and felt yet another climax wash over her as she ground her pelvis against his in response.

How long she drifted in blissful ignorance beneath him she didn't know. She heard a man's deep voice whisper in her ear that she was a great fuck and he couldn't wait to feel her lips bring him off next time. As if someone had taken over her identity, she put her hand behind Ty's neck and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss, Ty shifted her so that he was sitting beside her, his still hard cock within touching distance. His hand on her neck guided her mouth to his wet cock, and she took it in her mouth instinctively, not really knowing what she was doing, but not really caring either. He tried to push himself down her throat, but she gagged and pulled away, only then realizing that the cock she was sucking was black and that it did not belong to her husband. It was hard to remember for certain what happened after that. She remembered Ty carrying her upstairs and putting her in his bed. She remembered him crawling in beside her and fondling her breasts and pussy until they both succombed to sleep.

The next morning when she woke up, it was to the sensation of something wet and warm laving her sore, abused pussy. Jake had woken her like this on many occassions, and she didn't realize it wasn't her husband between her naked thighs until she opened her eyes and saw the surroundings of an unfamiliar bedroom. Glancing down, she saw the black hands holding her white thighs apart, saw the dark head at her center, and she gasped, then fell into an orgasm that robbed her of her sanity again. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten into this position, couldn't remember anything from the night before, but when Ty crawled between her thighs and pushed his large, black cock into her pussy with ease, she suspected that they were merely repeating the events from the night before. She was so shocked by that thought that she made no move to stop him from pumping himself into her married body until he realized he wasn't getting much response from her. Pulling out, he told her to roll over onto her stomach, which she did numbly, still in shock, confused. Maybe she was dreaming, she decided. Maybe she was sick with the flu and was having erotic hallucinations. This simply could not be happening for real, she thought.