How did I get here?
Carol couldn’t believe she was acting this way.
She knew that men admired her and she was more than confident about her body and looks — but she’d always been reserved with men and about sex. Yet, somehow, this black man was different from anyone she’d met and Carol continued kissing and caressing him.
Although not attracted to him, she found it impossible to resist him. It seemed her body and mind belonged to different people and Carol felt she was watching through another woman’s eyes as she offered herself to him.
Carol tried to resist what her body was doing but, with a combination of terror and excitement, she continued to remove his clothes, still kissing him and even offering her tongue for him to suck.
Her mind screamed at this black man for taking advantage of her — yet, of course, he wasn’t. He was merely sitting back on the sofa as she frantically attacked him.
At first, Carol was embarrassed but when she held his cock while pressing her breasts to his chest, it gradually became more acceptable. She didn’t want this man but somehow she did. The more her fear filled her, the more she was aroused by him.
As she stroked his cock, Carol wanted to stop and tell the man to leave her house but, instead, she rubbed him faster and kissed him deeper.
Suddenly, Carol remembered her boyfriend could be home soon. What would he think if he saw her doing this in their living room? She felt herself sweating in a panic but she drew more energy from that and stroked him even quicker. She also decided to strip, quickly taking off her skirt, blouse, and pants before sitting back next to the man.
‘God, I can’t even remember his name,’ she thought as she again grabbed his swollen member. She tried to encourage the man to unclip her bra, leaning forward to allow him easier access. She could smell his stale body odour and mentally wanted to vomit while physically pushing harder against him. Despite the smell, she licked his neck and tasted his sweat.
Carol had never performed oral yet she edged towards his groin and slid between his legs. She then put both hands on his thighs and firmly pushed them apart. Crawling forward, she held his cock in both hands and ran her tongue over the swollen head. She kissed it several times before sharply snapping her head back, flicking her hair from her face. Then, slowly, she took his cock deep into her mouth.
‘How can I be doing this?’
She was disgusted to the core but, instead of a scream coming from her, she released a muffled moan of pleasure while she bobbed up and down, her lips squeezing his thick shaft. Carol again wanted to scream when the man put his hands on her head but her reaction remained frustratingly contrary. She darted her tongue across his tip, then went down his length, taking him deep into her mouth.
Carol tried to recall how she got here, tried to retrace her steps.
The last clear fact she remembered was leaving the office for an early lunch after the geeky office boy, Jason had mixed up her files. She knew the boy had a thing for her because he would blush and fidget with his thick glasses when he had to talk to her. And she could also tell by his blank spotty face that he was fantasising about them copulating. That made her sick. Anyway, she’d left Jason to sort out the files.
On her way out, a heavy black man held the door open for her and smiled. He stood out because of his brightly coloured baggy clothes but Carol had walked past him without stopping or thanking him.
‘What did this man do to me?’ Carol thought as her mind briefly returned to the horror of orally pleasuring him when her boyfriend was due back at any moment.
Just before Carol had gotten to the café, someone had gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She’d turned and stared angrily at the black man she recognised from her office.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she’d asked, mustering as much sternness as possible in her tone.
The man held up a strand of hair, indicating he’d removed it from her jacket shoulder.
“Do you even speak English? You don’t just touch someone you don’t know.”
Carol knew she was making a scene and that the man didn’t like it. She remembered also thinking the man was only trying to be nice yet her bitchy, nasty side, which she’d always had, continued to shout at him, drawing more attention.
“Leave me alone!”
Carol had turned, entered the café and the man had briskly walked on. During her lunch, Carol thought about how the man had innocently and politely opened the door for her. What if he didn’t speak English? Oh, dear. But, eventually, she shook it off as she did so many other things.
The office won’t miss me
After her sandwich and diet coke, Carol paid at the counter and complained about the service before leaving and walking back toward her office. Shortly before arriving at the office door, Carol felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Ah, that’s when it had happened. She remembered now; it was all coming back.
Carol wanted to cry but, instead, she moved her head back allowing the man’s cock to slip from her mouth and hit her chin. She then spat on his cock, behaviour that shocked and scared her. She’d never acted like that.
She stood… then straddled the man on her sofa and guided his throbbing organ into her eager pussy. Her mind went into a rage, not even her boyfriend fucked her bareback. She’d always insisted on a condom — she claimed the pill didn’t agree with her — but, again, her mental protest only made the physical action more aggressive: she sank her full weight onto the man’s erection.
