Recap:
I'm a white lady (Theresa Axxx from Chicago), considered very classy and pretty and work at a white collar job. 6 years ago I was still a virgin at 34 when I was raped by two black guys in my apartment. I became pregnant with twins and have been raising these black babies ever since and living a normal quiet life. Before I was raped, my best friend Deborah asked me out, told me to wear something really sexy, so I did. We ate at a nice restaurant and went to a club. Exhausted, we went to my apartment. I had to pee bad, so Deborah waited for me in the living room. I heard her get a call, then she said "gotta go" and left. After the bathroom I went to lock the door, and there were two black men inside my apartment. Well... they raped me.
I was so consumed with having twins, raising my babies and work, I never really thought about the whole rape situation over the last 6 years. But in talking to an online friend, he noted that it was awfully coincidental that Deborah got a call, left in a hurry and two guys happen to be inside the apartment. Is it possible my best friend set me up? Did she get a call from the two guys, left the door open so they could get in? Naw, she's my best friend. She wouldn't do that to me. But my online friend suggested I discuss with her.
So after 6 years, I had lunch with Deborah, and submissively I asked her "Deborah, do you remember when I was raped?" Deborah nodded yes. "well... did you have anything at all to do with it" I asked softly, twisting my hair.
Deborah got defensive and said "of course not!" "How could you say a thing like that, we're best friends!"
I said "well it's just that.. well... how did they know where I lived, how did they know the door was unlocked, I mean gee Deborah I don't know what to think."
Deborah in a huff said "look I had nothing to do with it!" "Besides you were probably cock teasing some guys and they followed you home and tested the door, that's all."
"Deborah, I can't believe you just said that! I've never cock teased anyone, well... at least not on purpose." "I mean, yea black guys stare at my big breasts, but that's not my fault" I blurted.
Deborah said, well look this was 6 years ago, I don't know why you're bringing it up now for God's sake." Besides you enjoyed it! I know that, technically you weren't raped because you enjoyed it!"
Exasperated, I said "Well gee Deborah, I didn't let them in and yea... well... yea I enjoyed it, actually craved it, but that's beside the point!"
Deborah said "well I think you unintentionally brought it on yourself because you wanted to be raped by black guys and they could see it!"
"Oh god, Deborah, the thought never crossed my mind, but now that it happened, I can't think of anything else. It's driving me nuts and I so badly want it to happen again." I said squirming.
"So Deborah" I said as boldly as I could muster, that's why I brought it up. I know you occasionally go to black thug bars and I was wondering if you would take me to one so maybe, kind of, well.... I could be raped."
Deborah looked at me slyly... I could see the wheels turning in her head as she said "well look Theresa, I'll think about it and give you a call later."
I nodded, getting a little tinge in my pussy at the thought.
Later that day, Deborah called me and said she has set things up for me to be raped, but I would have to meet a woman in a parking lot at 8pm. I was excited, and terrified at the same time. Then I realized my two sons were home and I had no one to stay with them. So I asked Deborah "could you maybe watch my kids while I'm gone... please!"