I Sit Down With Him

He led me to the living room, and I took a seat on a clean gray couch. His home was small but well-furnished. A few potted plants adorned the windows; traditional African art hung above the fireplace.

I expected him to sit in the chair across from me, but, instead, he sprawled out on the other end of the couch, head propped up on a pillow. Even like that, he was so much taller I barely had to look down to meet his eyes.

“So what’s up?”

I repeated what Quentin had told me: Eddie had pushed him into lockers, knocked books out of his hands and kicked them away, mocked him in front of people, called him names, and more. Mr. Daniels nodded along, but I caught him sneaking glances at my body. I should have expected him to be a horndog.

“I see,” he said when I was done. “And they’re not just fooling around?”

“If Eddie thinks it’s a joke, Quentin isn’t in on the funny part.”

“Right…” he trailed off.

“So all I need you–”

“OOOOOOOH FUCK ME, EDDIE!”

A feminine wail of pleasure interrupted me. It appeared to originate from down a nearby hallway, Eddie’s bedroom. My face flushed a bright red.

Mr. Daniels smiled ruefully, “I thought he’d finished with her already. Sorry about this.”

“YES! YES DADDY!”

The muffled thumps of lovemaking wafted into the room.

“Eddie!” Mr. Daniels slapped the coffee table. “Tell that slut to keep it down! We have a guest!”

The room suddenly seemed unbearably warm. I knew for sure that if I’d come back as a man, it would have been impossible to hide my boner. Thankfully, I was a woman, and my arousal could be played off as embarrassment. I still had to contend with the growing heat between my legs, however.

“Do you, ahem, do you think it’s appropriate to talk about women that way?”

Mr. Daniels frowned, hesitated for a moment, “Well, since you asked, yes. I believe all women, especially white women, are total sluts for black cock. Some just don’t know it yet.”

My mouth dropped open. How dare he! His degradation, unfortunately, did nothing to cool the fire in my stomach. Little moans escaped Eddie’s bedroom, and I felt obscenely turned on.

“What about me, Mr. Daniels? You don’t think I’m a lady?”

“I mean…” he gestured at my chest.

I looked down to see, to my horror, two hard nipples poking through my shirt. My body had found a way to betray me anyway. I covered them with my hands and glared at him.

He shrugged, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s natural for a white woman like you to want to submit to the superior race.”

I scoffed, but, right on cue, the voice screamed out again, “I’M YOUR SLUT! FUCK! I’M CUMMING!”

Her orgasmic shriek gave me a shiver I couldn’t repress. Mr. Daniels grinned, sidling up next to me. I thought my ability to keep eye contact with him had come from some newfound confidence, but, gazing deep into his eyes as he draped a muscular arm around my shoulder, I realized I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.

“Mr. Daniels…” I couldn’t raise my voice above a whisper.

“Call me Desmond,” he said, pulling me close.

“Desmond, we can’t.” I fidgeted and, when my thighs brushed against my pussy, I discovered how wet I was.

“Tell me, Allison, have you ever felt as good as that slut in my son’s bedroom?”

My sex life had never been spectacular. I usually came in a couple minutes and would watch my ex-wife finish herself off with a vibrator. That was years ago, and it hadn’t gotten better since she left.

“I’m a married woman,” I lied.

“You’re a slut,” he whispered. “That pencil-dicked husband of yours couldn’t imagine what I’d do to you.”

My pussy ached so badly I let out a whimper. His heady musk clouded my thoughts. This body was temporary, right? He’d never see me again, and maybe…

“You’ll tell Eddie?” I asked, “To stop messing with Quentin?”

“Of course,” his hot breath tickled my ear. Goosebumps broke out along my arms. “Your son will be strictly off-limits.”

“CUM INSIDE ME! PLEASE DADDY! I NEED YOUR CUM!”

The air thrummed with her screams. I couldn’t contain myself anymore: I pressed my lips against Desmond’s. I rubbed my hand across the bulge in his jeans.

A hand wrapped around my throat, “Let’s be clear,” he grunted. “I’m fucking you my way. You’ll do what you’re told and like it.”

I nodded dumbly. My whole body throbbed in anticipation. I needed him to fuck me.