I' m a 29 year old woman who married right after college. My husband and I both landed good jobs earning well over 100K a year. We decided not to have children right away to build our careers.
I am an attractive woman Brunette, 5'7" tall, with a 36C-26-36 athletic build.
Six and a half years into the marriage my husband and I decided it was time to start a family. We had substantial savings to cover my maternity leave. I went off the pill but try as we may it was not happening.
A week before our 7th anniversary I decided to take that day off. The day finally came I dressed for work and left. I did not go to work I went to the spa instead. After the spa I went shopping for a new outfit for my husbands viewing pleasure. The outfit was a short mini dress six inch stilettos and new lingerie.
I went home and undressed to admire my make over. At 4:00 I put on the sexy red lace lingerie, garter belt and stockings included. Admiring myself in the mirror, I thought, if this doesn't work nothing will. I put on the little black dress and 6 inch stilettos. I looked so hot I whistled at myself.
My husband must have forgotten it was our anniversary, He did not come home. At 8:00 I started getting frustrated that my husband had not called. I called his cell and it started to ring in the kitchen. I tried calling him at the office but it went straight to voice mail. By 9:00 I still had not heard from him. I was furious so I decided to go out without him. Grabbing my handbag I left, thinking, fuck him his loss.
I was driving around trying to decide where to go, I wanted to dance. I found myself in a deserted warehouse district in the city. I hit something in the road, thwump, thwump, thwump I had a flat. I pulled over and reached into my bag for my cell. "Shit, I must have left it on the table" I started to cry.
Gathering my thoughts I looked around for signs of life. Off in the distance I saw lights and started walking. After about 20 minutes I found a bar at the edge of the warehouse district. It looked a little seedy and run down but I needed a phone so I went in.
Entering the bar I became really nervous all the customers were black and I was a white female. I walked up to the bar and waited for the bartender. The customers started with whistles and cat calls as I waited. A young black man walked up to the bar and stood near me. While we were waiting he introduced himself "Jerome" holding out his hand. "Dani" I shook his hand. The whistling and cat calls stopped.
The bartender asked Jerome what he wanted. "Beer for me and what ever the lady would like" he offered.
"Rum and Coke please" I ordered. Being so nervous I forgot to ask about a phone.
I grew up in a small town and never socially interacted with a black person. I heard all the rumors about them and did not associate much in college either. After talking to Jerome over drinks I dispelled any of the rumors I heard, he seemed very nice.
Half way through my third drink I sighed. "What's the matter Dani?" I explained my predicament and needing a tow truck. "When we finish I will change your flat." We finished our drinks and left the bar.
Jerome turned out of the parking lot and headed to my car. Once we were on the road Jerome reached over and started rubbing my thigh. I gasped "What are you doing?" he slapped me.
"Nothings free" he said.
"What?" I got scared.
"A cheap whore like you slinks over the tracks for one thing" he said.
"And what is that?" I asked. "BBC" Jerome said.
"What is a BBC?" I had never heard that.
"Big Black Cock" Jerome said.
He grabbed my hand and placed it in his crotch. I gasped "I'm married, it was by accident I was in this part of town" I said. Jerome was moving my hand up and down his crotch.
"What ever you say" he said. I was so nervous at what was happening I did not realize Jerome had removed his hand from mine. I was stroking his crotch on my own. No way this is real it's huge, I thought.
I saw my car and pointed "THERE IT IS" I screamed. Jerome pulled up to it and parked. I was happy that this would be over soon. We got out of the car.
Jerome walked around the car and grabbed my wrist leading me to a warehouse door. Jerome pulled on the door and it opened. He pulled me inside and closed the door. I got scared I'm going to be raped. I'm ovulating this was supposed to be the night my husband impregnated me.
Jerome ushered me to the second floor where he found an old mattress and flopped it on the floor. "What do you want?" I said nervously.
"White pussy" Jerome said.
"I, I can't I'm married" I said.
"All you white ho's the same. Slink on over the wrong side of the track's then gets scared" he said.
"I'm no ho" he slapped me again. Just hard enough to let me know I was his as long as he wanted.
There was enough light from the security lights on the adjacent buildings to see every thing. "Strip" Jerome commanded. "I can't..." slap making me cower. I started to sway my hips in a way that should only be seen by my husband.
"Go you sexy ho" Jerome said. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress. Peeling my dress off slowly revealing to this stranger the sexy red lace lingerie I bought for my husbands viewing pleasure.
After I had kicked my dress away I noticed Jerome had his cell phone out. "What are you doing? Who are you calling?" I was getting nervous again.
"No one, you look so hot I thought your pencil dicked hubby would like pictures" snap, snap he took a couple quick photos.
