Sinking even lower

Amber's dorm room was a sanctuary of dark hues and rebellious flair. The walls were adorned with posters of gothic bands and horror movies, casting a somber ambiance. She lounged on her bed, clad in a soft, oversized black t-shirt that reached mid-thigh and a pair of gray sweatpants. Her red, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her pale face. Dark eyeliner highlighted her green eyes, giving her a look that was both edgy and alluring.

It was Friday night, and Amber had decided to stay in, seeking solace from the week's relentless academic grind. She lay back, scrolling through her phone, when it rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen. Curiosity piqued, she answered.

"Hello, Amber," a male voice purred.

"Who is this?" Amber asked, sitting up straighter.

"Ouch, Amber. It hurts to realize you didn't save my number. Let me refresh your memory."

Before Amber could respond, an image popped up on her screen—a big, black penis. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized Dele's unmistakable physique.

"Dele? What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.

"Just checking in on my goth goddess. How are you doing?"

"Tired," she admitted. "It's been a long week."

"I can make you feel better," he said, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Amber understood what he meant but hesitated. "No, thanks. I just need some rest."

"Come on, Amber. I have the medicine to make all your worries disappear."

She couldn't help but laugh nervously. "You're persistent, aren't you?"

"Only because I know what you need," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "Imagine this: me, inside you, making you forget everything else."

Amber felt a shiver run down her spine. His words were explicit, yet they stirred something deep within her. "You're really pushing it, Dele."

"Push it? No, baby, I'm pulling you in. You know you want it."

She bit her lip, torn between her desire for rest and the thrill of his proposition. "Fine, but only if I get to choose how we do this."

"Deal," he said eagerly. "But go full goth. It makes me hard just thinking about it."

Amber smirked. "Alright, full goth it is."

After ending the call, she stood and stretched, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. She headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, letting the warm water wash away her fatigue. Once clean, she stepped out and towel-dried her hair, then began selecting her outfit.

She knew Dele wanted more than just goth; he wanted slutty goth. She chose a tight, black corset that accentuated her curves, paired with a short, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass. Fishnet legwear added a touch of rebellion, and ankle-high boots completed the look. Her red, wavy hair framed her face, and dark eyeliner highlighted her green eyes, giving her a rebellious yet mischievous vibe.

Satisfied with her appearance, Amber grabbed her phone and keys, heading out the door. She hailed an Uber and gave the driver Dele's address. The driver glanced at her suspiciously.

"That's a rough neighborhood, miss. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Amber replied, her voice firm.

As the car pulled away, she couldn't shake the nagging thoughts about her life choices. Her recent sexual encounters replayed in her mind—Hugh's crude advances, the locksmith's sleazy comments, and now Dele's dangerous allure. She sighed, knowing she was walking into another risky situation.

The car stopped in front of a dilapidated building. Amber paid the driver and stepped out, her boots clicking against the cracked pavement. She took a deep breath and walked towards the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest.

Amber's thoughts spiraled as she ascended the grimy stairs leading to Dele's apartment. "What am I doing?" she muttered under her breath, each step a reminder of the dangerous path she was treading. She was going to meet a gang leader—a man steeped in illicit activities—just to satisfy her carnal desires. Was it about the thrill? The allure of danger? Or had she simply lost herself in the chase of pleasure?

"Most girls fuck **** dealers to get ****," she mused aloud, shaking her head at the absurdity of it all. "But me? I'm doing this for what? For the love of the sport?" Her mind flashed back to Hugh, the locksmith, and now Dele—each encounter pushing her deeper into a world she barely recognized.

She reached the door and hesitated, hand hovering over the cold metal doorknob. "Paying an Uber to go to a criminal's house just to have sex," she whispered, a mix of disbelief and arousal bubbling within her. The idea of it, the sheer recklessness, sent a shiver down her spine that wasn't entirely fear. It was excitement—raw, unfiltered adrenaline.

With a deep breath, Amber turned the knob and pushed the door open. The dimly lit room greeted her with a stale, musty smell. Dele stood by the window, his tall frame casting a shadow across the floor. He turned as she entered, a salacious grin spreading across his face.

"My gothic queen has arrived," he said, voice thick with anticipation.

Amber **** a smile, her heart racing. "Let's get this over with," she replied, trying to mask her nerves. But beneath her feigned nonchalance, a dark flame burned—one of reckless abandon and uncontrollable desire. As Dele approached, his eyes locked onto hers, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she was here not for **** or even for the thrill. Maybe she was here because somewhere deep inside, she craved the utter surrender that came with submission to such irresistible temptation.

Dele closed the door behind them, his eyes raking over Amber with unmistakable appreciation. "Damn, you look even better than I imagined," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her hair, cascading in fiery waves down her shoulders. "That corset fits you like a glove, showing off every curve." His fingers traced the edge of her skirt, barely concealing her ass. "And this... this is just perfect."

Amber felt a flush rise to her cheeks as his hands slid lower, cupping her breasts through the tight fabric. "You like what you see?" she teased, trying to hide her nervousness with a playful smirk.

"Oh, I do," Dele replied, his voice thick with desire. "But it's not just the clothes. It's everything—the way your eyes sparkle with mischief, the way your legs look in those fishnets, and those boots... God, those boots." He knelt slightly, running his hand up her leg to caress her calf. "You're a vision, Amber."

She bit her lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "You're laying it on pretty thick," she said, her voice tinged with shyness.

Dele chuckled softly, standing back up to press his lips against her neck. He kissed along the sensitive skin, sucking gently until a mark began to form. Amber winced, pulling away slightly. "Hey, that's going to be visible," she complained, touching the spot where his lips had been.

"Good," Dele said, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "I love leaving marks on my girls. It's a reminder of who they belong to." He trailed his hands down to her belly, caressing the soft skin there. "If you weren't on the pill, I'd show you my favorite way of marking girls," he whispered, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Amber shivered, feeling both **** and desired.

Dele gently guided Amber to his bed, positioning her belly down with her ass up. The sight of her in that provocative pose sent a thrill through him. She looked over her shoulder, her green eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of daring.

"Dele," she began, her voice a mix of nervousness and excitement, "have you ... impregnated many girls?"

He smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Yes, more than I can count. It's part of the game for some of them."

Amber's breath hitched, a flush spreading across her cheeks. The thought of Dele's seed inside countless women stirred something primal within her. She felt a surge of excitement, her body responding to his words.

Dele's hands moved to her waist, deftly removing her pants without disturbing the skirt, legwear, or boots. He admired the view, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. "I know I've successfully impregnated a girl by how she moves on my dick," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Amber's heart raced. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dele positioned himself behind her, his erection pressing against her thigh. "When a girl moves in just the right way, it means she's already carrying my child," he explained, his tone dripping with authority. "It's a dance only we understand."

Amber's breath quickened, her body trembling with anticipation. "Describe it," she pleaded, her voice thick with desire.

Dele's fingers traced the outline of her lips, teasing her entrance. "Imagine this," he began, his voice a velvety purr. "My cock slides inside you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming—a mix of pleasure and pressure that makes you arch your back instinctively."

He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her wetness. With one smooth motion, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Amber gasped, her body clenching around him as he filled her entirely.

"That's it," Dele whispered, his hands gripping her hips firmly. "Feel how I stretch you, how I claim every inch of you." He began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust pushing deeper into her core. "When I impregnate a girl, she feels it here," he said, his hand moving to her lower abdomen. "The way she tightens around me, the way she moves with my rhythm—it's unmistakable."

Amber bit her lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Dele," she murmured, her voice trembling. "I.... I'm not on the pill."

Dele stilled for a moment, his eyes darkening with desire. "You little minx," he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You want to play this game with me?" His thrusts became more urgent, harder, as if trying to mark her even deeper. "Then let's see how well you can handle it."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Every time I thrust into you, imagine my seed spreading inside you," he whispered. "Imagine it taking root, growing inside you. That's what happens when I make a woman mine."

Amber's body trembled under his words, her mind reeling with the vivid imagery. "Dele," she moaned, her voice breaking. "I.... I...."

"That's right," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Beg for it, Amber. Beg for my seed." His thrusts grew relentless, each one pushing her closer to the edge. "And know that every time I fill you, I'm planting something inside you—something that could change everything."

Amber's orgasm built rapidly, her body responding to his words and actions. "Dele, I'm... I'm..." Her voice trailed off as she shattered around him, her inner walls clenching tightly around his shaft.

Dele followed her over the edge, his release flooding into her with a fierce intensity. "Yes, Amber," he groaned, his voice raw with passion. "Feel it. Feel how I claim you."

Dele, still panting from their intense encounter, wasted no time in positioning Amber again. He flipped her onto her back, his eyes dark with unyielding desire. "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Amber, still reeling from the first orgasm, could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. Dele didn't wait for a verbal response; he entered her swiftly, his thrusts hard and relentless. Each movement was a testament to his control, his dominance over her.

"Feel me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Feel how I own you." His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he drove deeper, his rhythm unyielding.

Amber's moans filled the room, her body arching under his forceful strokes. "Dele, harder," she begged, her voice breaking with each word. The intensity of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, pushing her closer to the edge once more.

Just as she felt another orgasm building, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Dele paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. Before they could react, the door burst open, and a swarm of police officers flooded the room.

"Hands up! Both of you!" one officer shouted, pointing a gun at them.

Dele cursed under his breath, reluctantly pulling out of Amber and raising his hands. Amber, still dazed and disoriented, followed suit, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Get dressed and come with us," another officer ordered, tossing a blanket towards Amber. She quickly wrapped it around herself, her mind racing with fear and confusion.

As they were led out of the apartment, Amber couldn't help but glance back at Dele, his face a mask of frustration and anger. The thrill of their encounter was overshadowed by the harsh reality of their situation.

In the chaos of the raid, Amber was escorted to a separate room, where she was given a towel and allowed to shower. The warm water did little to calm her nerves as she tried to make sense of the night's events. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, arousal, and regret.

As she stepped out of the shower, drying herself off, she heard the distant sounds of interrogation and commotion. The police had found something—****, weapons, or worse. Amber shivered, knowing that her life had just taken a dangerous turn.