Three days later, outside, as the light from the day turned to darkness, a car crept through the neighborhood. The driver, a tall white man in his twenties, looked left and right, vainly trying to discover the whereabouts of his missing girlfriend. His name was Nathaniel, Nate for short, and Amanda Ross was his girlfriend. A week ago Amanda had gone missing, on her way home from class at the local community college. An all-out search for several days had died out and Nate was the only person looking for her. Even the local police had given up, labeling it another unsolved missing person’s case, one of many in the college town.
His eyes caught movement in an apartment parking lot to his left. A woman was parking her car and unloading a bag of groceries. Just then the bag split and the groceries tumbled on to the ground. The woman, black and in her early twenties, bent to pick them up. Nate’s gaze fell over her body, her long legs, her pear-shaped ass, and her obviously large breasts for such a small frame. As the woman finished picking up her groceries her eyes locked on to Nate’s and they traded a long knowing look. Nate drove on, looking for any sign of Amanda, the vision of the beautiful black woman stuck in his mind.
What’s he looking at, thought Shawna, as she picked up her groceries from the ground. White bastards always think they can have a sister anytime they want. Well not this one, she told herself. She went inside her apartment and heard muffled sounds from the back bedroom.
In the bedroom a single red light bulb bathed the room in a scarlet glow. There on the bed lay Amanda, her hands and feet firmly secured to the four bedposts. Henry, his ebony body coated with a sheen of sweat, knelt over her, feeding her his cock. Amanda, by now accustomed to being used as a toy by both Shawna and Henry, obediently sucked on his rigid cock.
As Shawna entered the room she remarked, “Playing with my white slave bitch again, Henry? I’m gonna’ start charging you for it,” she joked.
“Yea, baby,” Henry remarked, “Put on your strap-on and help me fuck this bitch.” Henry was referring to the massive black strap-on cock Shawna wore when she fucked Amanda.
“Naww,” Shawna said, “I need to go to the library tonight. I’m still a student, you know. You have your fun.”
Truth be told, Shawna’s mind was occupied by the face of the white boy she had encountered a few days ago. She just couldn’t get him out of her thoughts. What the hell was he doing when he drove by? And who was he? |