The next morning, Jim stared at the text from Marc in silence as the morning sun danced shadows across the kitchen table. The message was clear: "Julie is amazing, and I look forward to fulfilling your fantasies. When can I meet her in person?"

Jim was lost in thought. It was his fantasy, but fear and doubt were overshadowing the fantasy.

Julie could see that Jim’s mind was a million miles away asked him what he was thinking, her body still humming from last night. Jim hesitated, his eyes darting between Marc’s message and Julie, before he finally spoke.

"I don’t want to lose you."

Julie embraced him from behind. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here with you! Maybe we should just stop," she said.

Jim slowly shook his head. "Maybe..." The word was a vague acknowledgment of his inner turmoil.

Julie, with a bit of sadness in her voice, whispered in his ear, "Whatever you want, I love you."

Marc, his text unanswered, knew that Jim wasn’t ready to take that step and suggested that he remain virtual.

Jim’s eyes widened. He hadn't considered that as an option. He quickly responded, "Sure."

That evening, the screen flickered, and then Marc’s face appeared, his deep voice crackling through the speakers. His ebony skin was illuminated by the harsh light of his camera, his brown eyes locking onto Julie’s with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His athletic frame leaned closer to the screen, his smirk teasing as he noticed the Evershine apron in the background.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “looks like we’ve got a little Goddess here. Can you show me all of your body?”

Marc’s thick black cock appeared on the screen.

The bustling atmosphere of the Evershine Department Store seemed to fade into the background as Julie stood frozen, her emerald green apron with its golden embroidery a stark contrast to her porcelain skin. The moment Marc appeared before her, the air around her seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation. His athletic frame loomed over her, his presence commanding and undeniable. Julie’s heart skipped a beat as she stammered, “Did Jim send you?” Her voice trembled, betraying the nervous flutter in her chest.

Marc’s deep, rumbling voice filled the space between them. “Yes, he wants you to experience my big black cock.” The words hung in the air, raw and unapologetic, sending a jolt of heat through her. Julie’s breath hitched as she followed him, her legs moving almost of their own accord. The hum of the store faded, replaced by the thrum of her pulse in her ears.

In the backseat of Marc’s car, the leather seats creaked beneath them, the shadows enveloping them in a cocoon of intimacy. Julie’s heart raced as Marc’s large hands moved deliberately, slowly undressing her. His touch was possessive, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with a confidence that left her breathless. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, heightening her senses as his hands mapped every inch of her.

The scent of leather and the faint musk of his cologne filled her nostrils as Marc leaned in, his movements rough yet controlled. His thick cock, heavy and throbbing, pressed against her thigh, a promise of what was to come. Julie’s pussy was already wet, her body responding to his dominance before he even entered her.

“Uhhhn—you’re so fucking wet,” Marc growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers slid between her folds, teasing her, before he positioned himself at her entrance. Julie gasped as he thrust into her, the stretch overwhelming yet intoxicating. The car rocked with each pounding stroke, the leather seats squeaking in rhythm with their movements.

“Aahh—right there,” Julie moaned, her nails digging into the seat as Marc’s cock filled her completely. The sound of their bodies meeting—the slap of skin, the wet squelch of his cock sliding in and out—filled the confined space. Her pussy, swollen and drenched, clenched around him, desperate to hold him deeper.

“You’re mine now,” Marc snarled, his voice primal. “I’m putting a baby in you.” The words sent a shockwave through her, a mix of fear and arousal coiling in her core. She could feel his thrusts growing more urgent, his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke.

“ No... oh god... oh... Yes, yes!” Julie cried out, her body arching as her orgasm built. Marc’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her moans as he fucked her harder, his cock pounding into her with relentless force. The car smelled of sex—sweat, musk, and the metallic tang of their desire.

“Cum for me, Julie,” Marc commanded, his voice a low growl. “Take my seed.” His thrusts deepened, his cock hitting her cervix with each stroke. Julie’s eyes rolled back as she came, her pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock. Marc followed, his groan vibrating against her skin as he filled her with his warm cum, the pressure of his release sending her over the edge again.

The car fell silent except for their heavy breathing and the drip of his cum from her swollen, fucked-out pussy. Julie lay there, dazed, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. Marc leaned back, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You took it well, Julie,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Jim will be proud.”

Julie’s green eyes flashed with a mix of emotions—humiliation, anger, and a lingering heat that refused to fade. She knew Jim hadn’t sent Marc; this had been a setup. But even as her mind rebelled, her body still thrummed with the aftermath of his dominance.

“Proud?” she repeated, her voice shaking. “Proud of what? Of being used? Of being lied to?”

Marc chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Used? Julie, you enjoyed every second of it. Don’t pretend otherwise.” He leaned forward, his large hand tracing her jawline, his touch both gentle and possessive. “You were wet from the moment I mentioned Jim’s name. You wanted this, even if you didn’t know it.”

Julie flinched away from his touch, but his words struck a chord. She had been wet, her body responding to Marc’s presence, his commanding tone, the promise of his thick cock. The thought of Jim watching, of him knowing she was being filled by another man, had sent a thrill through her.

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to her lap. “I… I don’t know what I want,” she admitted softly.

Marc’s hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You want to be desired, Julie. You want to be taken, to be owned. And you want Jim to see it, to know that you’re not just his little girlfriend, but a woman with needs he can’t fulfill.”

His words were like a punch to the gut, exposing a truth she hadn’t even admitted to herself. She did want Jim to see her like this, to know she craved more than he could give. The thought both excited and terrified her.

“And what about you, Marc?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want?”

A predatory gleam entered his eyes. “I want to breed you, Julie. I want to fill you with my seed, to mark you as mine. And I want Jim to know it.”

The word “breed” sent a jolt of arousal through her, despite the humiliation of his words. The idea of being filled with Marc’s cum, of carrying his child, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“You’re not serious,” she said, her voice trembling.

Marc’s smile was cold. “Dead serious. You’re fertile, Julie. I can smell it on you. And I intend to make use of that.”

Panic rose in her chest, mingling with a dark, forbidden desire. “You can’t…”

“I can and I will,” Marc said, his voice brooking no argument. “You’re mine now, Julie. And I’ll do with you as I please.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a possessive kiss that left her breathless. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark with desire. “Get dressed,” he commanded. “We’re going to see Jim.”

Julie’s heart pounded as she scrambled to obey, her hands shaking as she pulled on her clothes. The emerald green apron felt like a mockery now, a symbol of her supposed innocence, her supposed loyalty to Jim.

As she followed Marc out of the car, the city lights blurred through her tears. She was lost, torn between her love for Jim, her desire for Marc, and the terrifying, exhilarating prospect of being bred by a man who saw her only as a vessel for his pleasure. The night air was cool against her skin, but Julie felt feverish, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of Marc’s touch. She knew this was just the beginning, the first step into a world of forbidden desires and dangerous consequences. And she was terrified of where it would lead.