There's a strange man in me bed!

I woke up feeling really good. Yawning, I stretched out and felt something next to me, I grabbed my glasses off of the nightstand and saw there was a strange man in bed with me! Oh god, I'm naked! Fearing the worst, I reached between my legs and my fingers found something white and gooey. Cum! So, I did the only sensible thing. I screamed.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

The man jumped awake. "Alexa! What's wrong? Why are you screaming?!"

I grabbed the sheet we were under, jumped out of bed, and wrapped myself in it. "Who in de 'ell are you and why are you in me bed?!"

The man grabbed the bridge of his nose like he was having a headache. "First of all, this is my bed technically. Did you lose your memory, again? Your voice sounds different."

"Lose my memory? And this is 'ow I always talk."

"No, yesterday you had a straight up redneck Southern accent, which was weird for you."

"Are ya daft? I'm from Southern Ireland but I'm no redneck!"

The man got out of the bed and I quickly looked for something to hit him with. First thing I saw was an Xbox controller. "Don't come any closer! I'll beat your brains--" And that's when I saw it. His cock was huge! That thing had been in me?!

"I'm not going to hurt you, Alexa." His voice snapped me out of it and I focused on his face and my anger. Look, I can prove that you've been living with me." He walked over to the dresser and grabbed a laptop that was sitting on it. Then, he sat on the bed and opened it up. "Have a look at this."

I was still wary and stayed out of arms length but I got close enough to see the screen. "Is that me?!" There I was. It was a video of me on my knees sucking a big, black cock. The next clip was me riding his cock in this bed. 'I love riding your big, black cock Daddy!' the me on the screen said. But her voice didn't sound like me. Then, he opened another video. It was me laying in this bed facing the camera. The man got behind me. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing but the me on camera moaned. 'Where's my cock, Babygirl?' the man asked. 'In my ass!' I said. Then, he got on top of me and started thrusting. 'Deep in my ass! Ah! Ah!' He was about to start another video. "No. No more, Please." I stood there and started to cry. He took me into his arms and started to pet my head reassuringly. This felt...right and I felt better. With tears in my eyes, I looked at him "Who are you?"

"Tell me, what do you remember about yesterday?"

"Yesterday? I had a fight with me mum... You must've kidnapped me and had you way with me!" A sudden image of me pinned to the bed while that man ravished me flashed through my head causing me to blush.

"Wait, your mom? Can you tell me what you remember about her?"

"Me mum? She works at a ranch raising horses."

"What about the fight? What do you remember?"

"The owner of the ranch, Mr. O'Connor, had some by the house looking for mum. I always thought he was creepy with how he would look at me. I was home alone and he tried to make me do...things. But mum came home and caught him on top of me and--"

"She blamed you for what happened."

"How did you know?"

"The story you told me yesterday had the same ending though everything else is different. You ran away and came to live with me here. And that was a year ago."

"What are ya talking about?! That happened yesterday!"

"Yesterday, we went on a hike. You fell and hit your head badly. You forgot everything yesterday, too. I should have taken you to a doctor last night but it was late when we got back here. I'm James. We met online a few years ago. When you told me you were running away, I let you come live with me. And yeah, we have sex. A lot. But we also love each other."

"Then why don't I remember?"

"I think you must have gotten a concussion. Memory loss can happen with that. We'll go to the doctor and have you checked out first thing."

"I think I could use a shower." I took a quick glance as his cock and bit my lip. "Maybe...you could join me?" I still didn't know what to think of this whole mess but those videos did prove one thing at least. That big, black cock had been all up in me and I obviously enjoyed it. So, I wanted to see for myself. He smiled and lead me to the bathroom. There, he started the shower and we both got in. I let him bathe me and his hands were all over my body. Especially my tits. He was behind me massaging my tits while I moaned in pleasure. I almost didn't notice his erection brush against my ass. Had that big thing really been up my ass? I wasn't ready to test that so I turned around to face him. Suddenly, he picked me up and put my back against the wall of the shower. My eyes went wide with shock at his unexpected move. And then I gasped as his big, black cock entered my pussy. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on for dear life as he fucked me against the wall. My fright quickly turned to lust as he drove his cock in and out of me. He filled me up completely and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this wasn't the first time we had done this. In the end, we shared a passionate kiss as I came and my cunt milked the cum out of him. I was practically glowing once we dried off. I didn't care about whether he was telling the truth or about my lost memory. I just wanted to get back to his room and fuck him some more. It was funny. I don't remember feeling like this before but my body definitely remembered.

"We should probably eat breakfast," he said.

"Oh. Right." He lead me to the kitchen. "So, what's for breakfast."

"Well, usually you do the cooking."

"Me? I cook. What do ya take me for? Just because you shagged me good doesn't mean I'm a damned housewife!"

"You said something like that yesterday, too. I'm starting to think you resent the whole housewife thing even though that was your idea."

"My idea? You must have really shagged me brains out if you got me to be your housewife. Well, I guess I could do a fry up." I went to the refrigerator to have a look. "No, this is all wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"There's no black pudding, no white pudding, no bangers. Ya got eggs and rashers at least. Got any baked beans?"

"For breakfast? And what's a rasher?"

"Bacon. I swear, you claim that I cook when there's nothing to make a proper Irish breakfast in here."

"Bacon and eggs are fine."

I grumbled as I got the bacon and eggs out. Then, I remembered I was still butt naked. I didn't want to risk getting popped by grease. By the stove, I saw an apron hanging. But then, I noticed a pair of black heels. "Why on earth are their some shoes over here?"

"Um, you like to wear heels when you're playing at being a housewife."

"God, you must have shagged me retarded. I'm not wearing those." I put on the apron and I had to admit the naked with apron look was pretty hot. As I started cooking, I couldn't help but wonder how many times he fucked me wearing this apron. It was like a switch had been flipped. Not only did I want him to fuck me, I wanted him to TAKE me. I was SO fucking horny!

I fixed plates for us both and we went to the living room to eat on the couch. "Good as always," James said. I blushed at the compliment but then tried to turn my attention to something else. Oh, how about that big cock of his?

"Since ya seem so determined to make me a housewife, I suppose I could work on some of my wifely duties." I started to reach for his cock but he caught my hand.

"We really should take you to the doctor first. We'll have fun afterwards, okay?"

I crossed my arms in annoyance. "Okay. Fine. Whatever." We went back to his room and I went to his closet to find some clothes. "What's this?" There were a schoolgirl uniform, a slutty maid uniform, and a cheerleader uniform.

"You like to dress up and roleplay sometimes."

"So much for being a God fearin' Christian lass..." The schoolgirl uniform did seem the most familiar of the three, though. Then, an image flashed before my eyes. Me bent over a desk getting roughly fucked in the ass from behind. Pretty sure I was wearing at least part of that uniform. I shook my head and quickly picked out a top and skirt.

"Be sure to put on some panties, too."

"Are ya daft? I don't need you to remind me to wear underwear!"

"Actually, you never wear panties around the house. You barely wear clothes. So when we go somewhere, you sometimes forget to wear any. I have to remind you that in case one of your holes gets filled with cum before we get home I don't want you dripping everywhere."

As I got dressed, I just happened to notice a black leather collar on the dresser. I felt compelled to pick it up. "What's this?" Then, I remembered that in the videos he had shown me I was wearing this.

"It's your collar. You're really into BDSM and wanted me to collar you so that you'd always know you belong to me."

I was about to scoff at that but something deep within me told me it was true. I turned away from him so he couldn't see I was blushing, again. "Well then, you should put it back on me." I handed it to him without looking at him and lifted up my hair. He fastened the collar around my neck. It wasn't too tight but tight enough to where I was aware of it. It felt...right. I turned to him and curtsied. "So m'lord, are we going now or do you need your submissive to service your cock first?" If I was already horny before, this collar made me feel downright breedable.

"I already told you later. Let's go."

"As you wish, sire." He couldn't help but chuckle at that.