I woke up on Wednesday morning to the smell of coffee, alone. After a yawn and a healthy morning stretch I got up. My hand went right to my lower abdomen, a blissful warming feeling still inside.
I stepped out to the living room to find the apartment empty. "Where did he go?" I asked myself. A to-go box and coffee sat on the table with a note. '
Eat Up'
. So I sat at the table and did just as he said.
I stared at the wall and hardly tasted my food. "What am I doing here?" I wondered, "Why do I keep trying to blame my husband? Why am I all of a sudden such a slut?" My stomach growled, though it still felt full from last night, "He made me cheat on my husband and flushed away my diaphragm. How does this thug have so much control over me? What if I do get pregnant...?"
The first day flashed before my eyes. "Was I... really raped?" I knew what he wanted, and before he even dropped his pants I agreed to give him my body as long as he let me go unharmed, and he did. And I came back...
Not wanting to think about it anymore, I got up to take a shower. With few womanly amenities available I did the best I could. When I emerged drying myself off, I noticed the empty diaphragm box on the counter. A shiver and warm twinge sparked in my lower belly. Wrapping my body in the towel I returned to the table to finish my coffee.
I was sipping my coffee and combing my hair when a knock at the door startled me. The thug never knocked. I approached the door, asking before opening, "Who is it?"
A woman answered, "It's Officer Cat, miss."
Her black trench coat fluttered open in a draft as I cracked open the door. My eyes snapped to what she was wearing underneath. A short black mini skirt just barely covered her crotch and a tight pink t-shirt formed around her jutting breasts,
"Wha.. What do you want, officer? He's not here," I stuttered, dragging my eyes from her attire.
"I saw him leave. Can we talk, miss?" She smiled.
I gripped the door tight, "About what?"
"I believe there is more to your story than what you told me yesterday." The look on my face confirmed her suspicions. She handed me a fresh coffee as I let her in.
"Thank you," I mumbled, "There's really not, officer. I told you it was consensual."
She looked into my red puffy eyes, "You've been crying?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" we sat at the kitchen table.
"What is the matter?" she asked, searching my eyes.
"I... I'm just conflicted that's all," I managed.
"About?"
"How my life has changed so fast," the officer glanced at my wedding ring, "My husband, my marriage, how I let this go so far so fast," I didn't know why, but I felt comfortable talking to her. I felt I could tell her everything she asked.
Officer Cat leaned forward and grabbed my hand, "Everything will be okay. I've come to help you. Tell me, are you sure this is a consensual relationship?"
I hesitated before answering, "Y-Yes... I'm here of my own accord."
"I need you to trust me Miss," She patted my hand, "So I'm going to tell you something, but you cannot tell him. Okay?"
I shivered even though her hand was so warm, "Yes, okay."
She let go of my hand and leaned back in her chair, "We've had our eyes on this man for awhile now. He's a suspect in several rapes and burglaries, not to mention a string of minor offenses, but we haven't been able to collect any solid evidence on him yet."
My pussy fluttered when she mentioned rape, "You could be wrong about him."
The officer rose and walked over to the numerous pictures tacked to the wall, "That is always a possibility, but..." she hitched her thumb at the picture of the woman tied up with her clothes cut, "I don't think we are."
"That... that could have just been role play," I stammered in his defense, "He likes to be rough, but..." Her hands fell on my shoulders. I jumped.
"Yes they could have been, but you and I know different don't we?" The pressure of her hands seemed crushing, even as she gently held them on me. Anger welled up from nowhere inside me.
"If you think I'm going to tell you he raped me, you're wrong."
Before she could continue, the door burst open as the thug walked in. He glared at us and growled, "What's the fuck yo doin' here, cop biatch?"
Officer Cat slid as she stood, bunching her tight mini skirt around her waist and exposing her satiny pink panties with black lace trim. "I came to see you," she said innocently, "But you weren't here, so I was talking with-"
He stepped up and towered over her, "What yo' seein' me fo', biatch?"
She ran a finger up his muscular thigh, batting her eye lashes. "I was thinking about what your ho was saying, about this..." her finger ran over his bulging crotch, "I was hoping to see it again to help me decide," she met his eyes, beaming.
He didn't wait. He hooked his thumbs under the dainty strings of her bikini panties, "I shows ya mine, yo shows me yo's," he grinned devilishly.
Standing toe-to-toe, lust-filled looks filled their eyes before she answered, "Okay, deal."
His eyes never left hers, "Yo's first, cop ho."
Her eyes wandered down his massive chest, "You want them, take them."
His fingers inched down her bare thighs, taking her panties with them, "I be keepin' 'em," he lowered himself after her panties hit the floor. She was breathing hard by the time his breath caressed her bare thighs. When he blew on her shaved mound, she labored to breathe and tossed her head back.
A pang of jealousy struck me. Lifting one ankle at a time he tossed her panties by the door and slowly stood, cupping her pale mound with his ebony hand, until he looked down into her eyes again, "Yo turn, ho."
Her hands drug down his chest and stomach as she kneeled. In moments she was face to face with his crotch, hands at his belt. She unfastened it, and then slowly worked his zipper down. When the clicking finally stopped she tugged down his baggy pants. He had gone commando, and his stiff African lance slapped her surprised chin. Mouth wide open along with her eyes, she leaned forward and lightly kissed the head of his impressive weapon.
My whole body surged with jealousy watching her. My cell phone sat on the nearby table. I snatched it without her noticing. When I turned back she was standing again, leaning in on her toes to reach him. As she wrapped her fingers around his ebony cock and gave him an ever so teasing peck on the lips, I snapped the picture and hid the phone away.
The officer brushed her skirt back over herself and moved toward the door. She looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowed like a pantheress, "See you Friday," she purred as she stepped out and disappeared.
I sat there stunned as he tacked her pink panties to his wall next to mine. When he turned towards me I snapped, "Who does that whore think she is!?" \I spun around and slammed my fists on the table, trembling with a strange jealously.
My thug roared with laughter. I had become so enraged with Officer Cat that I didn't realize he was lifting me up from the table. Kicking the chair away, he spun me around and gripped my ass, forcing me to straddle his outthrust hips. He kissed me so hard, so rough, that my hand immediately found my inner thighs soaked with my fresh cum. I guided him into me, forgetting the scene that just transpired.
Rocking my hips as he held me my thug broke the kiss, "Whitebread, green ain't yo' color."
I started moaning, "Wh.. What? Green? What are you talking about?"
He handled my hips faster, "Yo' jealous of dat cop biatch, whitebread."
I started wailing - an orgasm approached rapidly, 'I.. I can't be!
Ooooh fuck me!!"
My pale legs hugged tighter as I got closer still. He chuckled.
"Yo' is a ho," he chuckled before lashing his tongue into my throat. Before I knew it we were back in his bedroom. He fell back onto the grimy bed with me on top, breaking the kiss. I straddled his ebony rod immediately and beat my fists on his hard chest.
"I have no reason to be jealous, asshole!" My vaginal walls convulsed uncontrollably around his thick shaft as I screamed, "You're not my husband, you're just a rapist thug. I
hate
you!"