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.

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