The Mugger

"Honey, are you okay?? What happened??"

I definitely wasn't okay, and the frantic note in Megan's voice confirmed there was no way to hide it. I could feel the blood crusting on my face and my cracked glasses in my pocket were further proof it hadn't been a very good evening.

"Oh, I just got mugged leaving work. I guess crime has kinda gone nuts everywhere?"

"Christ, let me get you some ice."

"Thanks."

I patted my pockets, reminding myself that my wallet and phone were gone. I guess they were just things, after all. Better cancel that credit card tonight. Megan came back from the kitchen in a matter of seconds, handing me an ice pack, crossing her arms and biting down on her lower lip as she sized me up.

"I guess it looks worse than it is?"

"It was just one punch. I handed over my wallet, but I guess he just felt...violent."

"Did you call the police?"

"No, what's the point?

"You should still report it, shouldn't you?"

"I guess. Ahh, fuck that ice hurts."

"You're definitely gonna have a black eye for awhile."

"Yeah."

I grimaced as I momentarily removed the ice from my temple, seeing spots of blood on the pack. Truth be told, I barely remembered what had happened. I'd had my head down about to send a text and then there was a tall, thickset black man in my face with a gun. I'd left the office pretty late, as usual, so it was dark and I'd handed over my phone and wallet immediately when he'd asked, before he basically caught me across the face with the gun and took off with me crumpled on the sidewalk.

"Do you need to eat?"

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."

Despite the pain, I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on Megan's ass as she turned around and headed back into the kitchen. We'd been married about three years now and trying for a kid, but it hadn't happened yet. Obviously we still weren't fucking every day, but I still found her as hot as the day we met back in college. Maybe more. I'm just a normal-looking everyday skinny white guy, and she's a pretty hot blonde with a great figure who at 29 often gets mistaken for 24.

I'm an accountant grinding for partner now, and she's doing communications for a local non-profit. We bought a house a couple years ago before covid, and she's working from home. I went back to the office as soon as possible to try and help my career along, but she's stuck at home all day every day, and although she says she doesn't mind, I somehow feel like she's a little bored. Can't blame her, either. She's a people person. Zoom isn't her thing.

She's a hell of a cook, too. I finished most of a bottle of wine with dinner after cleaning my face up as best as I could and took a late shower, trying to wash the memories of the day away while Megan cancelled my credit cards. I don't know why I was feeling it, but my dick was making it clear that it needed some attention so I jerked a load out right there in the shower with some relief. No porn or anything. Maybe that was my body just asking for some dopamine for pain relief, I thought. Something Megan definitely doesn't need to know about, I thought to myself, as I watched the cum swirl away down the drain. She probably wouldn't be thrilled with me jerking off, especially in the shower. But it wasn't as if I was up to the work of pleasing her tonight, not after getting beaten up. Lazy was fine, sometimes. I toweled off and headed to bed.

"Night, sweetie."

"Night, babe."

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"Yeah, so just at the corner of 12th and Washington. Around 8. No, I don't know anything about guns, but it was like a pistol of some sort. Yeah, this number to contact me."

Pointless, but I'd promised Megan I'd do it. The police were overwhelmed and ever since BLM basically burned down a block of the city last summer they'd been doing the minimum. Couldn't really blame them for that, either, admittedly, after how they were treated. Police officer was the last job I'd recommend to one of my future kids, at least unless things changed in a major way.

Logging on to my online bank portal to make sure there hadn't been any charges rung up on my cards, I winced as I saw the subscription cost for Blacked and BlackedRaw just coming through. I had to admit that stung a little after getting mugged by a black guy last night, even if I couldn't exactly put my finger on why. I'd subscribed about a year ago thinking that a little taboo porn would help get me more excited for fucking Megan, and it had definitely done the trick. Our sex life had picked up after that, getting back to three or four times a week, which had made both of us happier. It seemed like the more I jerked off the more interested I was in fucking her as well. Guess it was just good for my arousal levels.

Whatever. I had to work. Trying to push that out of my mind, I turned back to the work computer, trying my best to actually get a few things done, despite repeated interruptions by other members of the office worried about my very-obvious black eye. I tended to keep a messy desk, but I got stuff done, and I'd been grinding hard lately, trying to get over the next promotion hurdle. Feeling my head throb just a little, I closed my eyes and tried to push it away, mumbling to myself as I started to dissect the financial filing in front of me.

"...Well, it can't hurt too much." It was lunch, but there was only one thing on my mind: getting off. Taking my phone up two stories of the downtown mid-rise my firm occupied that was still half-empty from the pandemic, I found my preferred bathroom and was almost immediately tuning into Blacked on my phone with my dick in my hand, jerking off steadily as I watched some visibly muscled and tattooed thug pound the shit out of some blonde brat. I don't know why I found interracial porn so hot, but it was basically all I ever used to get off anymore, and it wasn't more than a couple of moments before I was pumping spunk into a wad of paper towel as I watched jizz drip off the blonde's face.

"It probably helps with the headache", I muttered to myself before cleaning up and heading back down to the office for the afternoon shift. And besides, it didn't take me more than a couple of moments. Fast and efficient.

Work mostly crawled by. I texted Megan if she needed me to bring anything home for dinner, but didn't get a reply. Probably busy herself. I ended up leaving a bit later than I'd planned, mostly because I'd spent half the day answering questions about the mugging and thinking about sex. Why was I so insistently horny? Stepping out the main doors of the office into the dusk, I hesitated for just a moment, flicking my head each way, heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the street. Everything looked clear.

The car wasn't that far away, and I felt my shoes scrape on the sidewalk as I practically stumbled to the vehicle before sliding inside, more than conscious of my dick straining for another round despite having jerked off only a few hours ago. Shaking my head, I checked my phone for texts from Megan and shifted into drive.

Before the pandemic, I'd have jerked off at home, but now that Megan was working from home all day every day I found it a little difficult. I didn't want to tell her I was still jerking it when we were trying for a kid, after all. Doing it at work was normal, but every so often I stopped by a porn shop where I could turn the volume up a little and actually stroke at leisure. I hesitated at the normal turn but shook my head and headed home. It was already too late today.

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Another day at work and it was more of the same. Dashing upstairs at lunch to watch Blacked and pump out another load. I procrastinated through the afternoon, frustrated by my inability to get shit done. Looking at my inbox I sighed. Was this really worth it? Did I want to spend another decade hunched over a computer crunching numbers?

It was only four or so but my mind was a mess and there was no way I was getting anything done. Making excuses to leave the office a little early, I drove straight over to the porn store that I'd noticed a year or so ago and since become a semi-regular at. Parking behind the seedy strip mall, I noticed the lot was mostly empty - not strange for afternoon on a workday. Nodding at the elderly man staffing the desk as I made my way inside, it was only a matter of moments before I was reclining in a booth with my cock out, leisurely stroking to another hardcore interracial scene.

There was no rush, since Megan wasn't going to be expecting me home for a couple hours anyway, so I was going to enjoy it. Maybe even blow two loads. Some dumb college scene was playing out across from me - the black professor bending the white teenage coed slampiece over the desk and fucking her senseless - and I just casually kept stroking, enjoying it, letting myself ride the edge as I savored the experience. Total relaxation. Total pleasure. Stroke. Watch that black dick slam home inside that tight white pussy. Stroke. Again. Stroke. Listen to her beg for black spunk. Keep stroking. A little faster now.

"Ngh, fuck, that's right you cumdumpster, take that cock." I hesitated, hand stopping in mid-stroke on my dick, pausing the video to listen to the voice that was coming from a couple stalls down. Did someone really drag a girl in here? There were always rumors and stories of women ending up here for gloryhole play or other fun, but it's not something I'd ever actually seen.

Trying to act casual, I slid out of my chair and slowly sauntered down the hall, passing by a half-open door where, unmistakably, the sound of a wet, sloppy blowjob spilled out. Feeling my dick react, I couldn't help but stutter in surprise as I finally inched far enough towards the door to realize that it was a black guy being serviced - and a white guy on his knees in front of him.

The white cocksucker was oblivious to my presence, tears rolling down his face as a fat black dick pumped back and forth between his lips, but the owner of that shaft simply glanced at me calmly, almost inviting me to join the party, practically radiating confidence as I couldn't help but stare at the action like I was gawking at a car accident. I figured the white guy was about my age - actually a bit older, maybe closer to forty - while the black guy didn't look much more than college aged, and the thought sprung into my head unheeded that he was objectively an attractive guy: faded buzz cut, muscular, confident.

He quirked an eyebrow at me as if inquiring what I was gonna do, completely at ease with the white guy gagging on his dick and I opened my mouth to reply but couldn't manage any words before finally managing to rip my eyes away from the scene to practically dash out the door, jump in my car and start the drive home, feeling my heart thump in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins as my mind furiously turned over what had just happened.

What the fuck? I had never even contemplated gay shit before, I thought to myself, stuck in traffic. But there was no doubting the idea that I found it hot in...some way? My dick was telling me that for sure. It was probably just seeing it in person, unexpectedly. Adrenaline. Yeah. That's all it was, just adrenaline. Besides, I had been like, a minute away from blowing a load when that had happened, and when you're that horny everything is hot. It didn't actually mean anything.

I closed my eyes just for a second and told myself to concentrate on the road. Right now I needed not to crash. I could think later.

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"Hey, honey. Glad you made it home. Your black eye is looking a little better. Maybe we should...celebrate tonight?" She grinned at me, running her tongue along her lips as I shuffled out of my shoes. "Mm, you spoil me, don't you." I replied, reaching out to grab her fingers. Leaning in, we kissed briefly, and I couldn't help but flush a little in shame at my thoughts from earlier. Not that she noticed, I thought. My mind was definitely spinning going from jerking off to Blacked, to watching a gay interracial blowjob, to having my hot blonde wife tell me she wanted my dick. Whew.

Dinner was excellent, as always, and there was no doubt that Megan was feeling a little frisky, either, running her toes along the inside of my leg as we ate, almost bringing them up to my cock, and I silently gave thanks that I hadn't managed to blow a load an hour ago at the porn shop, because I was feeling it as well and the last thing I wanted to happen was not to be able to get it up when Megan wanted dick. Weird that casually running into that black guy and his cocksucker was a stroke of luck, but hey.

"Work been treating you well lately?" I asked, trying to figure out what had put her in such a good mood. "Mm, I think so. I mean, they always have, or at least I've never complained about them. The office finally get over your black eye?" She stood up from the table to head back into the kitchen, and I stood up to follow her as well, but instead of coffee and dessert it only took us a couple of minutes to leave a trail of discarded clothes heading to the bedroom, groping and kissing like a pair of teenagers before flopping onto the bed, me on top of her, dick teasing her pussy for just a moment before I slid it in and started going to town on her, the bed creaking as I rocked her back and forth, admiring how her tits flopped lewdly every time I shoved forward, feeling the urge to cum after just a couple of strokes and greedily refused to hold back, forcing myself in to the base and pumping a load deep inside her in what had to be no more than a minute before slowly pulling out and flopping back onto the bed.

"Wow, you really needed something tonight, didn't you? You were a bit of an animal there." I rolled over, catching my breath just a little and nodding. "Yeah, I needed that. It's been almost a week! No wonder I was itching to fuck your brains out." She hesitated for just a moment and I couldn't help but notice, but I was already carrying on. "Sorry that it wasn't that good for you. I just couldn't resist how hot you are when I'm pent up like that." Megan smiled in response, shaking her head. "No worries. It's been a rough week for you. Next time, mmkay? Besides, if that ends up putting a kid in me, I am definitely not complaining!"

I grinned, giving thanks again for having such an understanding and fucking hot wife, rolling over to grab her and drag her in close to me. "I still feel bad, but I'll make it up to you real soon. Thanks for draining my balls, though. Fingers crossed that's the one." We'd been trying for a kid for...about a year or so now, and neither of us really watned to get the doctors involved just yet, but pretty soon we'd have to start facing that head-on. It's not like we could just try forever, after all. But it was hard not to associate fertility problems with inadequacy. And it's not like trying wasn't fun!

Next time I'd actually make sure Megan enjoyed getting fucked, I thought to myself, as I watched her push herself up from bed and head to the shower. But it'd been a rough week for me. Being selfish once wasn't a bad thing, right?

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There was no way I was going back to the porn store.

I told myself I wouldn't. Swore I wouldn't. Why would I? I had a hot piece of ass who wanted my dick waiting for me at home. I had a phone with a pretty much infinite supply of porn. That was more than enough for anyone. Why did my thoughts keep getting dragged back to...that?

And yet, here I was, four in the afternoon, leaving work early again and parking my car behind the porn shop. This was ridiculous, I told myself. I could watch porn anywhere. Why did my dick want to come back here? Just because it remembered the...adrenaline? I sat in the car for five minutes before I finally summoned the courage to head inside, touring the shelves of DVDs and dildos just to make sure that nothing was going on before making my way back to a booth for my usual dose of interracial fucking.

"Well...why not? Just to like, prove it's not that." Instead of my usual Blacked fare, I hesitated, almost squirming, before pulling up a piece of gay black-on-white porn, and almost immediately felt a sigh of relief course through me as I realized it wasn't doing much for my brain or my dick. I let it play for a few minutes, skipping around between different parts of the scene, watching some white faggot take cock down his throat and up his ass in various positions before finally getting a thick load of ballbatter deposited over his young features, gratefully licking the black shaft clean. And fine, maybe I was feeling something, but that was just because I was here in the porn shop. I wasn't hard at all, and I definitely didn't have any urge to zone out and jerk off to this. So it's not like the other day meant I was having gay urges, right?

"Christ." What was I doing? Skipping out of work early to watch gay porn? Shaking my head, I switched back over to some classic black-guy-fucks-blonde-slut and tried to settle into my usual zone. Okay I'd fucked Megan the other night but I was still definitely horny as fuck, and even as I started getting closer and closer to orgasm I could feel myself straining, trying to hear if there was anything going on elsewhere in the joint.

"Gahh, fuckkkk. Haa." Finally managing to blow a load into a wad of paper towel, I took a deep breath and started to get ready to leave. Stepping out of the booth, I practically chest-bumped the same black guy who I'd watched facefuck some white boy the other day and audibly gasped, stumbling backward and visibly blushing, unable to compose myself at all or meet his eyes.

"H-hi."

I could hear my voice crack and winced audibly as he sized me up, nodding confidently, like he knew exactly what was about to happen. I was still wearing my normal office business casual, unlike him with the oversize black hoodie, saggy jeans and Jordans. You couldn't have drawn more of a contrast if you tried.

"Something else you want to say?"

"N-not really."

"You sure?"

Pulling his gym shorts down with one hand, he casually let an undeniably impressive dick hang free. I was about five inches - perfectly average, you know - but fuck he must have been twice that, the shaft curving just a bit, uncircumsized. It's not like I was an expert on cocks, but there was no mistaking that this was a gorgeous monster of a dick.

"Wanna try it?"

"N-no."

"You can just touch it if you're scared."

I stuttered again, staring as he smirked at me, making the decision for me, stepping forward and grabbing my wrist, forcing me to wrap the fingers of my left hand around that black cock, feeling thunderstruck at what was happening. What was I doing? Why did my body want this? An electric shock spilled through me and I could hear myself audibly panting as my fingers felt the sheer potency of that monster black shaft my white fingers were slowly caressing.

He grinned. "Yeah. I thought so." Completely unable to respond, and almost equally absorbed between the contrast of my thin pale fingers with his fat black shaft and between my thin wrist and his muscular forearm, he started to jerk himself off using my hand, staring at me all the time as he slowly worked my fingers up and down the thick, veiny, hard length of his cock, letting me feel his precum starting to dribble over my palm and fingertips.

"Come on, faggot. Don't make me do it all for you. I ain't that patient, even with virgin whitebois."

I must have been beet red and there was still no way that I was able to summon any words in response, but my hand was getting the message and even as he released my wrist I kept stroking and jerking that shaft, unable to meet his gaze, feeling my own dick strain inside my pants as I jerked off this young black stud in the hallway of the porn shop where anyone might turn the corner and spot us.