Anna Lee awoke suddenly. She was in her bed, the old farmhouse creaking around her in the dark. She was home alone in the hot summer night. Her parents had gone to visit some family farther north, and Anna Lee -- who could take care of herself, mind you -- was nevertheless a bit nervous. "It's probably just the wind," she said to herself softly in her sweet southern drawl. A Texas native, she had grown up venerating the South and decrying the War of Northern Aggression. The Confederate flag waving in the warm night breeze outside her country house matched the one on her white t-shirt, which read "The South will rise again" in big letters around the flag.
She bounded out of bed. Braless, her soft, perky breasts bounced underneath her Daughter of the Confederacy t-shirt. "I better check it out," she thought. Just to be safe.
Her bare feet glided quietly through the darkened house. She knew where all the creaky spots were. With the exception of her shirt, she wore nothing but her pink and white panties, hugging her hips. Her 18th birthday had come only a month earlier, but she was ready to spend some of that birthday money at Victoria's Secret and upgrade her underwear drawer to something more fitting for a grown woman. Of course, being strictly homeschooled as she was, she'd have to sneak off to town and go to the mall for that, probably telling her parents she was visiting her cousins.
She stopped in her tracks suddenly. A dark figure moved across the living room floor, rifling through the shelves. Anna Lee's heart started pounding. No way that was her mom or dad, or anyone who was supposed to be there. The intruder hadn't seen her yet, but she didn't know what to do. Hide? Run? Call the cops? Her mind went to the shotgun in the closet. Without another moment's thought, she sprung into action, darting around the corner and opening the closet door as quietly as she could, hands shaking. She could still hear the invader in the living room. She took a deep breath, grabbed the weapon, and steeled her nerves.
She swung the shotgun around the corner and snapped the light switch on. The burglar froze.
"You probably thought the whole family went outta town, didn't you?" She asked. "Hey! Hands up where I can see 'em!"
The burglar obeyed, eyeing the shotgun nervously. He had a ski mask on, but she could just make out that he was black.
"Oh shit, I-I-I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't know you was here. Don't do anything foolish, now! There's no reason to make this worse than it is. I-I can just leave and we can forget this ever--"
"Well, golly," she interrupted, standing in her pink and white panties, pointing the gun at him. "What are you doing in here? My daddy says niggers aren't allowed in the house."
"I'm sorry I broke in. I didn't know anyone was here -- honest. Please, ma'am, I-I just want to go."
"First off, I'm 'miss', not 'ma'am'. And maybe I should call the cops instead of lettin' you walk free!"
"Please don't."
The corner of her mouth moved up ever so slightly. "I don't know...maybe I should tell them that you tried to, y'know..."
"No! C'mon, miss, I just came in here for the merchandise!"
"Yeah, I bet you did." She wagged her hips seductively. "You like little white girls, don't you?"
"Man, what the fuck...please, no, it ain't like that."
"Well, I know it comes naturally to your kind," she taunted. "Rapin' white girls. And stealin'. Heck, look what you're doing right now. Y'all just can't help it, can you?"
The man fell silent, hardly daring to breathe. Why was she toying with him like this?
What he didn't know was that this exact situation was her most common sexual fantasy. Well, sort of. The scenario that she replayed in her head over and over was a home intruder who had his way with her, unable to resist her. Sometimes it was more than one. She didn't know why she touched herself so often to that thought, or why they were so frequently black, but that was what she'd fantasized about again and again. Of course, maybe part of her attraction was the taboo. Her father would have a heart attack if she dated a black guy. But she didn't want to date one -- she wanted to get fucked by one.
Maybe it also had something to do with the close call she had last year. She was alone on a dark street when a black guy started following her down the sidewalk. Nervous, she tried to lose him, darting into an alley, but he followed and started chasing her. She ran as fast as she could to her parked car. She fumbled her keys, dropping them on the ground. Frightened, she looked over her shoulder. He had stopped chasing her, just watching from the alleyway. She hurried into her car and drove away, hands shaking. But ever since then, she couldn't read enough interracial scenarios online. Every other story she consumed involved a BBC pounding a little white girl. Under the covers, she came again and again, imagining their dark hands contrasted against her porcelain skin, groping her, having their way with her, defiling her, gangbanging her, using her as their sex slave. She wanted to be tied up, publicly, pounded by big black cocks for the whole town to see. Her pussy quivered just thinking about it.
Her boyfriend would dump her in a heartbeat if he knew about those fantasies. Her boyfriend. Fuck, she forgot about him. Jason was a nice enough guy with a big white cock. They were always sneaking around the farm property together, looking for places to make out. She'd given her first blowjob to him, and she'd gotten pretty good at it by now, too. Anna Lee was a cocksucking queen. But all in all, he was pretty boring. He wanted to wait until marriage for sex, despite her horny attempts to seduce him. He just used her as a cum bucket, draining his balls in her mouth whenever he pleased. She'd grown impatient with Jason -- she wanted the real thing. And here was her chance.
The man in her den was thoroughly confused, and far too afraid to notice how horny she'd gotten, how badly she wanted him. Maybe Jason would forgive her. Hell, maybe he'd like it.
"Goddamn, can I really do this?" she thought to herself. Well...why not? She had him by the balls. He broke into her house when she was all alone. Legally, she could shoot him if she wanted! But she didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want to call the cops. She wanted to have some fun. She remembered that her parents would be gone all weekend. Her heart fluttered. An entire weekend with a big black cock all to herself...
She took a breath. "So I've heard niggers have big dicks. Is that true?"
He was a deer in the headlights. "Wh-what?"
"Are you slow or somethin'? I've heard y'all have big swingin' dicks. That right?"
"Look, miss, you have the wrong idea. I swear on my life, I didn't come here to do anything to you. I didn't even know you was here. I never done anything like that, and definitely not to a kid!"
"A kid?!" She huffed. "You think a little girl is pointing this shotgun at your head, boy? I am 18 years old, and I am not a virgin!"
He was taken aback, only more confused.
Impatiently, she commanded him to march to her parents' bedroom. She followed him with the gun pointed, never wavering. "Open that drawer on the nightstand," she told him. "Get those handcuffs out."
He rummaged around. "I just see a bunch of sex toys...wait, there it is. There are a couple here..."
"Grab all four of them." She had snooped around more than once.
He rummaged a bit more and took them out one by one.
"Now walk back down the hall. Door on the left. That's my room."
He did as she told him. As they stood next to Anna Lee's bed, her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour.
"Alright, then. Let's see it."
"What?"
"Your big nigger dick, dummy, what else? Take your clothes off."
He was beginning to realizing what was happening. Up until now, he assumed he was being handcuffed so she could call the cops and wait until they arrived.
"This...this is the weirdest night of my life," he muttered.
She nodded her head at his pants, raising her eyebrows.
"Okay, you're the one with the gun."
"Don't you forget it."
