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."