{Authors Caution- Non consent, Interracial Sex, Domination, Violence, Humiliation... too rough for some... enter at your own risk}
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Lying in the hospital bed, recovering from the early miscarriage of Jerome's baby, Tiffany held her husband Mikes hand and tried to explain all that had happened leading up to this moment. Obviously he was shocked and outraged that the baby inside her had been black.
Mike was kind of stupid, but even he could see that a black baby meant that his pristine wife had spread her toned legs for a black man very recently.
When he found out that his boss Jerome had roughly bred Tiffany, planting his seed in her while she was drunk, abusing her three times in one night, stealing her cherry even before their marriage, and doing it bareback so as to purposely knock up an innocent eighteen year old white girl, he was very upset. But that paled in comparison to Tiffany's full confession.
Tiffany told him about Jerome, Jose, the spanking, the video, the bartender, the riding crop, and the coercion that led to her servicing 13 of Jerome's friends, clients, and Mike's co-workers.
For Mike, it was a lot to hear all at one time. Hell, it was a lot to hear at all, especially from a wife who he thought had never known any man but him.
Finally, she told him about Darius, the asshole that had shot Mike in the leg, and how she had been violated behind the dumpster before being forced to mate with him while Mike was in the hospital, and how he had slipped her a rufy before pimping her out to the guys in their apartment complex that night. Naturally, she couldn't say who the neighbors were that screwed her in her own bed, but she was sure that there had been a few, since she could barely walk the next day.
Mike sat listening with his jaw dropping a little lower with each confession. Finally, stunned beyond more pain, he limped out of the hospital room without saying a word.
Tiffany called out, "Mike?.." as he left, in hopes that he would say something... anything.
Mike had been in shock when he knew that Tiffany was going to miscarry, worried sick about both his gorgeous wife and his unborn child. But his world came fully unraveled when he lost them both, even if the child wasn't his and his wife was still alive. What would he tell his parents? How could he ever look his neighbors or co-workers in the eye again, not knowing who or how many had bedded his wife? Why hadn't she told him? Did she like it? Was it better or worse that the dead baby wasn't his? A thousand questions raced through his tortured simple mind.
That night, as Tiffany lay sleeping in the hospital, the police were called by a neighbor and kicked in Tiffany and Mike's apartment door. They cleared the apartment with guns drawn; looking for Darius. But there had only been one shot reported, and the shiny Ruger .38 semi-automatic that the old geezer had sold Tiffany lay on the floor next to Mikes shattered head.
His suicide note was short- "Whore."
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At the funeral, Tiffany was consoled by all members of both families. They were terribly sympathetic to her double loss. It was shattering, losing both her loving husband and their unborn child in one day. Such a horrible tragedy, nobody could understand it. They asked Tiffany if Mike had been depressed, and she said, "No. I don't know why he took the miscarriage so hard."
Tiffany's mother and father insisted that she stay in their home for a while, and maybe see a psychiatrist to sort things out. Maybe the big city community college would transfer her credits to a local school, given the circumstances?
But Tiffany explained that even though the life insurance payout was substantial, she still wanted to work.
Mikes boss, Jerome, had insisted on paying for the funerals of both father and child, and convinced Tiffany that a closed casket for the dark fetus was best. "It will be our little secret," he assured her.
Jerome held her close after the funeral as the parents thanked him for his support and for hiring Tiffany. She would have a private office next to his, and start as his new secretary in a month.
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(One Month Later)
Jose showed Tiffany to her new office. Everyone supported her need for a real office with privacy, as opposed to a cheap cubicle, knowing about her great loss. Even those who had gleefully gone all the way with the unwilling hottie kept quiet... some wondering if Jerome would give them privileges with the sweet girl again soon, now that hubby was gone.
When he finished carrying her things into the office, Jose closed the door and told her to be strong, and that he was going to be there for her. Tiffany nodded her thanks as tears spilled from each of her blue eyes.
Jose walked close and said, "There, there. Give it some time. You're going to be ok." Holding the teenager close, Jose hugged Tiffany until her breasts pushed against him firmly. Then he wiped the tears from her cheeks and lowered his mouth and kissed her on the lips, holding her little chin up, lingering and repeating his comforting kiss until she finally opened her mouth and let his tongue slide inside.
Melting into the human comfort, Tiffany raised her slender toned arms up over Jose' neck and returned his kisses. She felt his strong hands slide up from her narrow waste and cup her breasts. She didn't know whether to stop him or not...everything was so confusing right now. Squeezing her ample tits, he explored her mouth with his tongue and ran one of his freely roaming hands under her shirt and around her back to unclasp her bra.
Tiffany was unsure of what to do. The kisses were unexpected but very comforting. She had not realized how much she needed some kind of affection and connection. But the gentle pawing at her bosom was not something that she'd bargained for. Yet... it was too late to say no, and her nipples were starting to get hard.
After several minutes of loving kisses and fondling her plump breasts, Jose could feel her heat rising and her kisses becoming more passionate. He whispered in her ear, "Tiffany... you need a man..."
"Ok..." whispered little Tiffany. She felt lost and alone, and she needed the warm embrace too much to deny him.
Knowing what all men want, and needing a strong presence during her weakened state, Tiffany was helpless against his attention. Plus, in her overwhelmed condition, she thought that she didn't have the spirit or energy to push him away, if fact she felt that submitting to him might actually clear her mind a little and add temporary substance or meaning to her shattered life.
She felt a tingle in her love nest as he nuzzled her neck and massaged her erect nipples.
When he slid his hand down to her flat stomachs and continued down over her small patch of blonde runway trim, she soon felt his warm palm cupping her vulva, and knew that he was expecting more.
