This is a roleplaying fantasy between two consenting play partners. Enjoy!
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Marie had spent a long day at a conference in Toronto and she was ready for a relaxing evening. She stripped down as soon as she got back to her hotel room and washed away the stress of the day. Once she was showered, she moisturized her face and body, put on some clear lip gloss and dried her ash brown hair streaked with silver. As she put on her favourite black robe and some fresh black panties, she smiled back at herself in the mirror and thought "Marie, you look pretty good for 47, despite the soft tummy left over from motherhood." Being a mother was very important for her, and she liked the thought that she was still fertile, feeling that special pain in her side today and that special wetness that reminded her that while she was mature, she still could give life, and that made her feel desirable in an inexplicable way.
As she made her way from the bathroom, she realized she had forgotten her glasses on the vanity. She turned back towards the entry hall of the suite, when suddenly, the door burst open and she was grabbed by a large black man. (Actually, she thought, his skin was more like caramel as she briefly glanced at his large hands on her pale arms as she hit the floor. It was a brief moment of arousal before the terror rose in her chest.)
He clapped his hand over her mouth and spoke sternly through his mask:
"Lady, this is going to be easy if you're good. Do you think that you can be a good girl for me?"
She paused and then nodded yes. He quickly removed his hand, produced a blindfold and tied it around her head. Then he rolled her over and tied up her hands with rope. He got off of her, stood and pulled her to her feet. Her ran his hands all over her and he was so close she could smell him. His scent was delicious.
He breathed deeply and drank in her scent. "Lady, you look older close up than when I saw you walking through the lobby looking so business like and snobbish, but I can smell that you are ready for breeding." She gasped. How did he know?
"I can see the signs. The swollen breasts, the flush on the chest, the way you swayed your hips when you walked, it all betrayed that your pussy is wet and you're hungry for seed."
Her heart raced as he pushed her back on the bed and tore open her robe. "My God, you're such a slut. Look at those nipples. How can you be turned on while I am attacking you?" She felt him on top of her, fiercely grabbing her tits and sucking them hungrily. She was petrified but her body responded with a gush from between her lips. She let out a moan and then suddenly she gasped again as she felt something hard between her breasts. It wasn't his cock. It was his gun.