1.1 ~ Waking into a nightmare.

 

I hated waking with a headache. I often got them after having a few drinks, so while I cleared my head, I tried to recall if I had consumed any alcohol before going to bed. No, I stayed in, didn't drink and watched a movie with Kelly, then we went to bed early.

There was music with a heavy beat playing in another room which was odd. Kelly never put the radio on before I got up on a Saturday morning. She was always up first though. Something else was strange - I was lying awkwardly on my arm, on my front. I moved my body to roll onto my side and discovered tits!

I opened my eyes and threw the covers off my body and almost fainted. "What... what the fuck???" I gasped.

Spread out before me was a woman's naked body and it belonged to me!

Feeling dizzy, I looked around wildly but didn't recognise the room. Was I hallucinating or having a frighteningly life-like nightmare? I swung my legs around - small, short legs - and sat up on the edge of the bed, then stared at my reflexion in the wardrobe mirror.

Long blonde wavy hair tumbled around my shoulders, almost reaching my large tits. I lifted my hands and cupped them gingerly, hoping they weren't real and that I was dreaming the whole ghastly affair. Unfortunately, they were real and I was wide awake!

"What the fuck?!!" I gasped, disbelieving my own eyes. "It can't be..."

"What can't be?"

My eyes almost left their sockets. A naked young black man had just emerged from what I assumed was the en-suite bathroom. He was holding a toothbrush in the air and pointed it in my direction. There were droplets of white foam around his mouth. My jaw dropped and I tried not to stare at his huge semi-erect penis which was lolling to one side.

"Who... who are you?" I grabbed the duvet and pulled it to me without turning around.

"Juliet, stop fucking around. Do you want to use the bathroom before I give you a good shagging?"

My shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair swirled around my neck in an annoying fashion when I shook my head. "Shag me? No, you can't do that. I'm not who you think I am..." I stood up, dragging the duvet with me, then turned to face him. "I've got to leave. Where are my clothes?" I stumbled, almost in full panic mode.

He frowned and pointed his toothbrush at me. "It's only eight o'clock. The contract is until nine. Now stop fucking about and put the duvet back on the bed."

"Please. I've got to go home. I don't feel well. Where are my clothes?" Seeing that the bedroom door was open, I took a couple of steps toward it dragging the duvet after me.

"Where the fuck are you going?" I didn't realize how athletic the guy was until he shot away from the doorway like a panther, toward me.

I was much nearer the door but he intercepted me before I got there. His agility and speed were frightening but the size of his body compared to mine was staggering. He grabbed the duvet with his right hand and wrenched it away, out of my weak, small hands. I tried to unentangle myself, but his swift action pulled me down onto the plush grey carpet and sent me tumbling onto my back.

"Let me get my clothes and leave," I cried, quickly rolling onto my front.

My petite body was agile, so I was on my hands and knees in a flash. I had a moment's respite while the black guy threw the duvet on the bed and almost got it right first time. "Get on the bed, Juliet, and stop fucking about."

I sat back on my heels and couldn't help noticing my firm tits thrusting obscenely. "Where are my clothes? Believe me, I don't feel very well."

He walked over to me until his huge cock was inches from my face. In just a matter of seconds the guy's dick had grown and stiffened until it was at least ten inches long. The man who I used to be, would have killed for a cock like the black one the young man possessed. I was overawed by his presence and couldn't get my head around how something so catastrophic could have happened to me.

The young man towered over me. He was possibly 6'3" tall and 18 stone of solid black muscle. His thighs were like tree trunks and his cock was like a branch of a tree and as thick as my dainty wrist.

"It's not my fucking fault you can't take your liquor." He grabbed a handful of my hair.

"Fuck, that hurts," I cried.

He threw the toothbrush on the bed and grabbed his erection. "There's only one way to deal with gobby whores. Open your fucking mouth, Juliet."