Chapter 4: Sexy on South Beach
Beth was still exhausted when she returned home. She tossed
her keys and Ashley’s underwear on the bureau and stripped off her clothes.
David was still sleeping, snoring softly. She unhooked her bra, sighing with
relief as her breasts sprang free of their constraints. My panties are rather
boring, she thought, pulling them down over her legs. She grabbed Ash’s panty
and held it over her crotch. The sexy bottoms were too big for her. Ashley’s
hips and rear end being larger than her own. She tossed the panty into the
trash bin and climbed into bed beside David.
After a few hours of sleep, Beth was on her side and felt
David’s penis poking her in the rear. She could hear him snoring softly. She’d
been dreaming about the hardcore scene she’d witnesses between Titus and Ashley
last night, only in her dream she was Ashley. Half asleep and very aroused,
Beth reached behind her for her husband’s penis. She moaned with disappointment
when she felt the small prick that almost entirely filled her hand. Still it
was hard and ready, so she spread her thighs and guided it towards her wetness.
No sooner had the little grape sized head started to penetrate her was the
penis yanked from her grip. David rolled over and leaped out of bed. A few
minutes later, she heard him dry heaving in the bathroom. “I’m never drinking
that much again,” groaned David when he came back. His erection was gone, and
his penis had even shriveled up into his scrotum. The tip barely dangled over
his balls. He slipped back into bed and was soon asleep again.
Beth slept past noon. She got up, showered, and dressed for
work in the ugly waitress uniform. She didn’t feel that bad except for a slight
headache. David stirred, and she fixed him some soup. They barely spoke. The
slightest noise made him wince and she was hungover, horny, and working the
night shift tonight and the breakfast shift tomorrow. Not a great start to the
year.
Beth was exhausted when she got home close to midnight. Titus
wasn’t home, and it looked like he hadn’t come home. There was a half-eaten
pizza on the table. She stripped and collapsed in bed next to David. He rolled
over and pushed his hard penis against her rear. She groaned in disapproval and
kept her thighs closed even as he reached around her nipple. “Too tired,” she
mumbled pulling his hand away. He grunted in displeasure and rolled over the
other way. She fell asleep almost immediately.
It seemed like no time at all that her alarm woke her. The
sun hadn’t even come up. Beth was wet between her thighs again, but she
couldn’t remember the dream as she climbed out of bed. She went through the
motions, showering, dressing in a clean uniform, and heading off to work. The
only good thing about the breakfast shift was that she got home at noon, but
she was always tired and took a nap when she got home. She stripped, climbed in
bed, and pulled her mask over her eyes. She closed her eyes and rolled on her
side. Just as she fell asleep, she was woken up by the sound of Titus’
motorcycle pulling up outside. She heard the door open, then the sound of his
heavy footsteps on the stairs. She couldn’t remember if she’d locked her bedroom
door. Her nipples popped out and she felt her thighs turn wet at the thought of
him bursting into her bedroom again. He stopped outside her door and it slowly
opened. Beth sat up, clutching the blanket to her body as she ripped off the
mask. “Get out,” she yelled at the giant black man standing in her doorway.
Titus was wearing tight jeans and a white tee shirt that
hugged his muscles. He was silent for a moment, dark eyes sweeping down her
form and the way the blanket hugged her buxom figure. He was holding a bag.
“Put that on,” he told her. “We’re going to the beach.” Then he turned and
left.
Beth gulped as he disappeared and went back downstairs. She
finally relaxed her grip and let the covers fall off her breasts. She reached
down for the bag. It was from Spicy, the same sleazy story that the Christmas
lingerie had come from. Inside was a box and several sets of skimpy bras and
panties. The underwear was lacy and sheer. You’d be able to see her nipples and
pubic hair right through it. She’d never be wearing them. She pulled the box
out and opened it. At first, she didn’t even recognize what it was. The black
and white material was just triangular patches and strings. The box said it was
called a wicked weasel and from Australia. She lifted it out of the box and
finally realized that it was a tiny polka dot print string bikini! It was black
with small white dots all over it. “I can’t wear this,” she whispered, staring
at it.
Beth slid her legs out and sat up on the edge of the bed. She
eyed the bottom. It didn’t make any sense at all. The material was only on one
side. Beth stepped into it and sat up, pulling the bikini up. The material just
covered her crotch and she had to stretch it out to make sure her pubes were
tucked in. She twisted her hip and stared down at her bare ass. The rear piece
of material slid up between her buttocks. “I can’t wear this,” she said again.
Beth took the top and had some trouble figuring out how to put it on. It tied
behind her neck and again behind her back. The top was tight, the polka dot
triangles only covering half her breasts and squeezing them so tightly, the
outlines of her nipples stuck out. Beth walked over to the full-length mirror.
My god, she thought, I look like a whore. “I can’t wear this.”
Beth pulled her robe on and walked out to the stairs.
“TITUS!” she yelled down to the bottom floor. “I can’t wear this. It’s too
small.”
He appeared downstairs, a beer bottle in his hand. “What the
fuck’s the problem?” He climbed the stairs, his huge bulk filling the space
from the railing to the wall.
“It’s too…” Beth untied her belt and held her robe open for
him. “I’m practically naked in this thing.”
He froze momentarily, and his eyes widened as he took her
body in. His gaze made her nipples swell, becoming even more prominent under
the top. She caught herself smiling, enjoying the effect her body had on this
man. But she hated him, and her frown returned even as she realized her vagina
was leaking. “See,” she said.
“Yeah, I see, and I like what I see.” He continued to the top
and she stepped back. “Keep it on and we’ll go hit the beach.”
“I can’t wear this out. I’ll go put my normal suit on and we
can go…” The words trailed off as Beth froze in surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
Beth shook her head. “I’m not going to the beach with… with
YOU! I don’t… know… what I was thinking.”
Titus smirked. “You weren’t thinking. You were following your
womanly instincts.”
“What do you mean?” Beth closed the robe and pulled it tight,
suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze.
“To obey the superior male.”
“Nonsense.”
“Then why did you put the bikini on? Why does it arouse you,
displaying your body to me?”
“Screw you Titus. It does no such thing.”
“You think I can’t tell?” He smirked. “I can smell that needy
pussy from here. I can’t wait to introduce it to my big black cock.”
“Shut up!”
“Turn out that white pussy for the black man.”
“Shut the hell up!”
“You won’t be able to feel David’s little penis ever again
after the Titan gets done integrating your fine ass.”
“That’s never going to happen, asshole.” At first, he had
started to scare her. Now she was just livid at his arrogance. “Get out now,”
she ordered. “Get out before I call David.”
Titus’ stare had been intent and intimidating, but at that,
he suddenly laughed. “Call the sissy. He can watch my cock turn you into a
slut. Wimp would probably love it.”
“Get out before I call the police.”
Titus quit laughing. He reached behind him into his pocket
and pulled out his phone. He didn’t speak, just turned it around and showed Beth
the video. The color drained from her cheeks as she watched herself jerking off
Titus’ huge cock. Worse, she didn’t even look disgusted. She was staring at it
intently, focused on making him cum, then turning and looking right at the
camera. She was checking the stop watch, but the video made it look like she
knew she was being filmed. She couldn’t take her eyes from the screen watching
the whole incident replay. “Cum for me,” she said before looking at the camera.
“Give me your cum.” The 13” black cock was so angry and swollen looking, it
looked like it was about to explode. “Here it comes baby,” said Titus. “Cum
already. I want this big black cock’s cum.” She looked back at the camera.
“Noooo!” And then it did explode. One large wad covered her face and it kept
cumming and cumming in wad after wad.
“What do you want?” she said, softly. Beth fully expected her
nigger brother-in-law to demand her sex. She shivered. It was bull shit, but a
part of her feared that his huge cock might just turn her into some sort of
slut. It had to be bull shit? Another part of her down between her legs was
rapidly lubricating itself in the anticipation of finding out. There was no way
it could be true?
“Well, I’d like to share this on social media,” he said. “But
I’ll settle for a trip to the beach. I’ll be waiting on my bike.”
Beth stared in disbelief as he turned around and walked back
downstairs, draining the beer. She stumbled. Her legs had gone weak. Her breath
came out in rasps. She’d been holding it. She turned and staggered into the
bedroom. Beth dropped the robe and went to her bureau, grabbing a dress, and
pulling it over her head. She was filled with relief that he wasn’t
blackmailing her into sex, but also felt frustrated and angry with him. Even
angrier then she had been before.
Titus was sitting on his bike when she came out. Beth knew
she looked lovely. The dress was one of her rare form hugging outfits. It was a
short summer dress that left most of her legs as well as her arms bare. The
tight bikini top had her displaying more cleavage than normal. He wasn’t happy
with it. “Just the bikini,” he ordered. “Lose the dress.” Beth froze, angrier
than ever, but with little choice, she pulled the dress off over her head and
dropped it on her lawn.
Soon she was mounted behind him and roaring off nearly naked
through her neighborhood. Her hands wrapped tightly around his broad chest. Her
hands felt his hard muscles beneath the tight tee shirt. Motorcycles scared
her, and she pressed her breasts hard into his back as she held on in fear.
They turned onto I-95 and headed South. She laid her cheek down on his back
watching male eyes turn on her from each car that passed. One lowrider filled
with Cubans fell back just behind them. She looked over her shoulder to catch the
young male in the passenger seat taking a picture of her bare ass, thrust out
above the seat. They sped up and passed the four men laughing. “Yo, your puta
is muy fino,” yelled the man that had taken her picture. Titus gave him a
thumb’s up as they drove off. If there was one class of male she hated more
than niggers, it was spics, especially Cuban spics since they were all over
Miami. Their treatment of women was just as misogynistic as any black man.
Titus pulled off the interstate and headed towards South
Beach. Of course, he was taking her to the most popular beach. He found a
parking spot on Collins Avenue. Titus stripped off his shirt and pulled his
pants down. His swimsuit was as obscene as hers. It didn’t fully expose his
ass, but left some cheek exposed. He shoved his phone under the fabric. The
front was little more than a sack that tightly gripped his wadded-up cock and
balls. He placed his clothes in a storage compartment and removed a small tube
of tanning lotion. Titus had no shame and proudly took her hand as he headed
East to Ocean Drive. Beth liked South Beach but found the cafes and bars too
expensive. Across Ocean Drive from the buildings was a manicured park with palm
trees and then the beach.
Miami is second only to New York in the number of modeling
agencies and their numbers doubled in the winter. The beach reflected that. It
was filled with young attractive people. Several were actively modeling. A
handsome young man was modeling swimsuits, posing by a palm tree as a
photographer snapped his picture. On Ocean drive, a young woman in an American
flag bikini was jumping into the street between cars as another man snapped her
picture. Just at the edge of the manicured park, another model was posing. She
was stunningly attractive with fake breasts and wore a black bikini with a
spider web mesh covering over her body. Her lips were full, and she wore dark
eye shadow under equally dark hair. Titus stared at her even as she stared at
him, eyes widening when they rested on his bulging crotch. The photographer
noticed him also.
“You are magnificent, my brother,” he said, staring at Titus
as he lowered the camera. He stared hungrily at the black man’s crotch but
didn’t appear to be gay. “You pose for me sometime? I pay you big cash?”
“I might be interested,” said Titus.
Titus turned to speak with him, revealing more of Beth. His
eyes fell just as hungrily on Beth’s body. “Your woman is very fine too. I give
you a thousand dollars to both pose for me.”
“When and where, bro,” said Titus.
“No thanks,” said Beth. She instantly disliked the man. He
was Cuban, sweaty and ugly. His shirt was open showing a big gut and a sweat
drenched hairy chest. He also had an exaggerated manner of speaking using his
hands and scrunching up his face. She had the distinct impression he was
purposely doing an impression of Al Pacino from Scarface.
“Ella vendra a,” said Titus.
The photographer smiled. “Tendrá que pagar más por un video
de ti puta.”
“Voy a ver lo que puedo hacer.”
“Soy Estabon,” he said. “Si no su tal vez, ella desesperada
para el dinero.” He cocked his thumb towards the model.
“Por qué no ambos?,” said Titus and they both laughed.
Titus knew she didn’t speak Spanish and that she hated
hearing people speak it around her. All Beth had caught was that his name was
Estabon. The man handed Titus his card and turned back on his model. “Yo te
llamo más tarde, hermano,” were his last words.
“I’m not modeling for him,” said Beth as they walked down the
beach.
“Pays more than that stupid diner,” said Titus.
“I don’t like how modeling objectifies women,” she stared off
over the clear blue water. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked, but they
only wanted swimsuits or underwear and not the tasteful kind. I might model
every day wear.” She paused. “Not for a creep like him though.” Beth looked
down the beach at all the young people. “Can we go now? I feel like they’re all
staring at me.”
Titus looked around. “Many are,” he concluded. “And many are
staring at me.” He faced her and flexed making a muscle with his right arm.
“God’s gift, baby.”
“You are quite impressive,” she admitted, somewhat
reluctantly. Neither Beth nor any of her straight feminist friends liked men
with muscles largely because they tended to by pigs. One complained about them
all the time, but only hooked up with fit men. Her eyes took in his chest. His
abdominals were amazingly defined. “Very impressive,” she admitted, less
reluctantly and suppressing a desire to run her hands over his chest. It
wouldn’t upset her too much if David were a little fitter.
“It’s not just my upper half that’s impressive either,” he
said with a chuckle, finally relaxing his arm from making a muscle.
Beth’s eyes automatically went down to his bulging briefs
straining to constain his enormous penis every bit as much as her bikini top
was squeezing her breasts. It looked like he had an extra-long kielbasa coiled
up in his suit. The stretched material hugged every ridge and vein on the
obscenely large cock. Beth felt her nipples swelling. They hardened to their
maximum length, her entire areola puffing up and out from her breast. She
quickly took her eyes off his crotch.
“You’re equally impressive, sis,” he said. “You’re built like
a stripper.”
“I hate my body and I hate it that men don’t see past my figure.
I hate showing it off and I hate this bikini.”
Titus reached out and took her shoulders. She looked up at
him and found herself trembling a little. She half felt that he was about to
pull her into his arms and kiss her, but what he was doing was worse. His
strong hands slid up over her shoulders to her neck. His fingers yanked behind
her neck. “Well if you hate it that much, maybe you should take it off.”
“Titus!” she gasped, her hands catching the stretched
triangles on the bikini just as it was falling off.
“Relax baby,” he said, smirking, and stepping back. “Most of
the girls here are topless.”
“I don’t want to be one of them,” she complained, holding the
cups over her breasts and trying to grab the neck strings.
“Take the top off Beth,” he ordered. He pulled out his phone
and held it up.
“I’m not going topless,” she said, shaking her head. “Hey, no
pictures.”
“I just want to show you another video.”
It was hard to see the screen in the sun, but Beth saw
herself lying on her back, breasts and face covered in the black man’s sperm
after he had used her breasts to get off. She was watching Titus leave the
bedroom. “Nigger,” came her voice over the phone and then to her horror, she
watched herself scooping up his sperm on her fingers and licking it off,
clearly loving the taste. Then she got up off the bed and walked into her
bathroom. Titus reentered the room, giant black banana cock sticking out in
front of him. His penis grew, filling the screen and then he turned the phone
up to his face, winking at the lens before turning it off.
“Call me a nigger again and I’m going to spank that fine ass
red.”
Her face was already scrunched up in horror that he had
filmed him going down on her and then titty fucking her. He’d fast forwarded
the video to the end, but the whole file was nearly thirty minutes long. Her
face scrunched up even more at the threat of being spanked like a petulant
child. “What do you want?” she gasped.
David had watched her stroking Titus’ cock off, but he didn’t know that
Titus had snuck into her bedroom, performed oral sex on her and then used her
breasts to jerk his cock off. She could claim she thought it was her husband at
first as she’d been asleep, but she couldn’t explain her obvious enjoyment at
the taste of his seed or the orgasms. “What do you want?” she said again.
“Just what every black brother wants,” he replied, grinning.
“To walk down the beach with his topless white sister-in-law.”
“Let me see you delete the two files and I’ll do it.”
“Sure baby,” he held the phone up. “Beep beep beep,” he said,
pretending to press the phone. “Deleted.”
“Fuck you,” she grunted. She held her arm over her breasts
and reached behind her for the string at her back.
“You’re not in charge here, I am.” He shook his head. “Like I
said the other night, you’d be beautiful if you smiled more and wiped the ugly
look off your face. It’s not just me either, you usually walk around like you
hate the world, Beth.”
“Damn you,” she grunted, handing him the top when he held his
hand out, palm up. “You’re nothing but a misogynistic, blackmailing pig.” She
straightened her back and slowly lowered her arm.
“You are quite impressive also, your highness,” he said,
taking in her tits and body. She was practically naked but for the thin strip
of fabric covering her pubes. “Uh oh,” he said with alarm, looking down his
body.
Beth glanced down as his penis swelled and started to uncoil
just as her nipples had turned swollen while staring at him. The sides of her
mouth curled up in a smile before she quickly suppressed it, angrily frowning
again. The effect her body had on the black man shouldn’t fill her with pride,
but to her shame, it did. “What now?” she hissed.
“Now we go for a walk.” Titus held out his hand. She stared
at it for a second and then took it. He pulled her down near the water and they
walked South along the beach.
Beth looked around as they walked hand in hand. The beach was
filled with gorgeous people, but everyone paying attention was staring at her
and to be fair, they were staring at Titus too. More than one person checking
them out, reacted with surprise when they noticed his crotch. One positive
about being with a muscle-bound oaf was that no one bothered her. There’d been
plenty of times she’d been out with David and men still blatantly hit on her,
much to her husband’s dismay. None would dare approach her with Titus by her
side.
“This isn’t so bad, is it?” he asked, looking down at her.
“If you got it flaunt it.”
For the first time in Beth’s life, she didn’t feel
constricted by her clothing in public. No, it wasn’t so bad and there were
plenty of other topless women around. “I’m only doing this because you’re
making me. Promise me that you’ll delete those files.” She looked up at him
hopefully.
“No, I like watching them. Gives me something to jerk off
to.”
“You jerk off looking at me?”
“Since the day, I stopped by mom’s and saw the picture of you
and David on the beach. You’d be surprised but the Titan needs to get off at
least three times a day and I can’t always have a partner to take care of it.”
“I’m not surprised,” she said, wryly.
“Besides, they’ll give me something to remember you with when
I’m on the road.” Titus stopped and looked around. “Let’s head back.” He looked
down at Beth and for some reason she stood proudly, breasts up thrust. “You
should put on some lotion.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, worried. There were large areas of her
body exposed now that had never been exposed to the sun before. “Let me have
the lotion.”
Titus still had the tube in one hand. “Sure but let me get
your back first.” He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around away from the
water so that she was facing the crowded beach. She caught several men
pretending to look in their smart phones while secretly taking pictures of her
body. She heard him squirt lotion into his hand. “Hold your hair up.”
Strong black hands grabbed the back of her shoulders. They
were wet and smelled of coconut. He ran his slick hands over her shoulders and
to the nape of her neck. He didn’t rub the lotion in, he massaged her back.
Beth moaned, her eyes growing lidded. “Hmm, that feels good,” she said, unable
to help herself and swaying on her feet. His hands ran down her arms, roughly
squeezing them down to her hands. He released her, and she moaned again, this
time in complaint. SQUISH! Lotion splattered on her back. He leaned close and
wrapped his arm around her chest to steady her as his free hand began rubbing
the lotion into her back. If you had told her three months ago, that a giant
muscular well-hung black man would be touching every square inch of her body
while she stood nearly nude on a crowded beach, she would have vomited at the
thought. If you had told her the other stuff she’d done with the same hung
black man, she would have punched you in disgust. David hadn’t even touched her
like this. All he’d ever done was rub her shoulders and he never put much
strength behind his massage.
Her back coated, the hand moved to her exposed rear end. That
too felt good and she didn’t complain. “Your ass is near perfect,” he whispered
in her ear. “Firm and tight.” He gave it a playful little smack
on one cheek. Titus bent, his hand cupped under one cheek and
the hand moved to her thighs. He released her and squatted getting both thighs
and calves.
“Hmm,” she moaned, still swaying a little. “I’ll take the
bottle now.”
SQUISH! SQUISH! “Not quite,” said Titus. His hands grabbed
her hips and slid up her sides and back down to her hips. He yanked and pulled
her ass back into his crotch. His swollen cock pushed against her ass.
“What are you…?” Her eyes flew up when his wet hands slid
around to her stomach. More people were watching now, and more men were
blatantly filming or snapping her picture. They captured the big black hands as
they moved up to coat her breasts with lotion. “Titus?”
“Almost done babe,” he whispered. Her nipples depressed and
bent each time his hands slid across them. He was very thorough in making sure
her breasts were well protected. “Can’t risk these perfect tits getting burnt.”
He blatantly pinched her nipples sending pangs of pleasure straight to her
vagina. “Don’t want these sweet nubs getting blistered.” Her body’s response
was to thrust her ass back into the hard cock pressing against it. “Look at
them,” he whispered in her ear. Beth was sucking her lower lip into her mouth
and she was watching them. Watching them staring at her. Her body was on
display to hundreds of eyes. “They’re staring at your hot body. All those men
want to fuck you Beth.”
“Stop it,” she whispered.
“It should be a crime to hide a body like yours.” He pulled
on her nipples again. “I wonder how many hard dicks are out there from staring
at your stacked body?”
“Stop it Titus,” she whispered again. “Please.” One hand left
her breast and slid down her stomach.
“I think you like them staring at you.”
“No!”
“All wanting to fuck you,” he whispered, his lips right by
her ear. “But they won’t. You know why?”
“Why?” Beth trembled as his slick hand slid under her panty
and over her pubic mound.
“Because they think you’re fucking me and none of them could
fuck you like I could. Not any of them, not David, no one.” He bent and kissed her neck even as the tips
of his fingers slid far enough down to slide over her swollen clitoris.
Beth gasped just as she almost came, but Titus had quickly
yanked his hand out of her panty. Her body continued to betray her ideals. She
wanted to cum. She needed to cum. Her need was so bad, she wouldn’t have cared
so many people were watching her.
“I think your skin should be protected now,” he said, loudly.
Titus took her hand and led her back up the beach.
Beth was silent as she walked beside him. Her inner thighs
were soaked. Her nipples were in their puffy hyper-aroused state. All that and
her newly oiled body glistening in the sun had more eyes staring at her now
then there had been walking South on the beach. “Can we go now?” she asked,
voice shaky.
“Sure babe,” he replied, leading her into the park and onto
Ocean Dr.
“HEY! You can’t walk here like that.”
Beth turned her head and saw a police officer approaching
her. She quickly held her arm over her breasts. She hadn’t even thought to put
her top on. “Oh sorry, I forgot,” she said even as Titus handed the bikini top
to her. The police officer stared at her breasts admiringly as she lowered her
arms and adjusted the cup while Titus tied the string around her neck.
“That’s fine ma’am,” said the police officer. “It’s not like
that top covers much anyway.” He grinned. The grin faded to surprise when Titus
stepped out from behind her.
“Thanks officer,” said Titus. “It just slipped our mind.”
The police officer nodded, still stunned and staring at the
bulge in Titus’ suit. Titus’ cock looked like it might rip the suit right off.
The policeman finally pulled his eyes of it looking a little disturbed. He checked
Beth out again, eyes roaming from her feet up to her head. He nodded at them
and turned away.
Titus didn’t put his shorts back on when he reached his
motorcycle. He just straddled the seat and let her climb on behind him. They
roared off onto the street. Beth wrapped her arms around his chest again and
squeezed her body against his. She laid her cheek against his back and closed
her eyes. Her brother-in-law was so big and strong. She moved her hands
slightly over his chest, feeling his hard chest, especially his abdominal
muscles. She smiled, sliding her hands further down as her still slick body
rubbed his back. They were still on the beach, but now it was her turn to oil
him up. Her pussy was throbbing with desire. Her hand slid further down, feeling
his briefs and the bulge. Beth would have preferred never even to shake hands
with a black man before and now she was hungrily exploring every inch of Titus’
well-developed body. The throbbing in her pussy turned to a constant vibrating.
She squirted lotion in her hand and pulled his briefs down, hungrily coating
every inch of his huge cock and squeezing the head as she looked up at Titus
where she kneeled before him. Her hand squeezed the fat head of his cock
through the fabric of his suit even as she leaned forward on the beach and took
it in her mouth. “Aaahhhhh!” she cried out, waking up.
“You alright back there?” he called.
“I... I fell asleep,” she said, still feeling the waves of
pleasure from her orgasm. The vibrations from the motorcycle seat still making
her pussy tingle with lust. She realized her hand was really on his cock and
quickly moved it back to his stomach. “Uh… sorry,” she said.
“No apology necessary,” he called back. “It’s always there if
you need something to hold on to.”
She smiled and then frowned quickly. Don’t start to like the
pig, she told herself. I can accept that he has a very masculine sexual
presence, but don’t start to like him.
**********
“Thank god that’s over,” she muttered stepping off his bike
as he hit the kick stand.
“Come on now, sis,” he said with a smirk. “It wasn’t that
bad.” He glanced down at the wet spot on the back of his seat and the smirk
grew.
She didn’t have her house key and waited by the door for him
to unlock it. He unlocked the door. “I can’t wait to get out of this… thing,”
she hissed, grumpily, grabbing her dress off the lawn and entering her house
while he held the door for her.
“Neither can I,” said Titus behind her. Beth turned and
watched him bend over and push his tiny bathing suit down. His giant black cock
sprang up, sticking out, but bent slightly down. “Fuck,” he said, drawing it
out, like he felt relieved to free his cock from its prison. The same way she
felt when she stripped her clothes off. “Don’t suppose you’d care to suck it
again?” he asked.
Beth was starting to grow used to the sight of the Titan, but
she still didn’t believe it’s size nor could she take her eyes off it. “No
thank you,” she replied watching it rise some more at the thought of her
sucking it again.
“Get down there and suck my cock, bitch,” he growled. “On
your knees, Beth. NOW!”
Beth’s legs suddenly grew weak and she almost fell to her
knees. She kept staring at his rising cock remembering how good his seed had
tasted. He waited, watching her. His forceful order was much more compelling
then when he simply asked her, but she didn’t have a submissive side. She
wasn’t submissive to any man, especially a pig like Titus Centewayo. “Are you
going to blackmail me if I don’t suck your cock?”
“Never. You’ll realize soon enough that you want to suck it.”
“Then the answer is still no,” she replied, looking at it.
His seed had tasted good. “I’m not going to suck your cock again, Titus. I
don’t want anything to do with your big cock.” Maybe another handjob? Then she
could sneak a taste. “You can put that big black cock away. I don’t want to
ever see it again or you for that matter. She turned and walked up the stairs.
Titus followed and watching her bare ass shake as she climbed
didn’t help deflate the Titan. “Well it looks like it’s just me and you hand.”
Beth grunted in distaste and went to her and David’s bedroom.
She was about to change back into her clothes when something occurred to her.
Beth turned and stormed out of the room. The guest bedroom door was open. She
walked into his room and froze. He was sitting on the foot of the bed, nude,
lubricating his cock up with the tanning oil. She stared at his giant hand
sliding along the shaft making it shine in the light. A smaller white hand
would have looked better on it. “Come to help?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I don’t want you doing… that thing you’re doing while
watching a video of me.” His phone was beside him on the bed slightly propped
up. He picked it up and showed her the video he was watching. His huge black
cock was sliding between her tits. “After running my hands all over them, I
thought I’d watch this one.” He turned the phone around and fiddled with it.
“But I don’t have to,” he added. He set the phone on the night stand propped up
against the alarm clock and facing the bed.
“Thank you,” she replied, surprised he’d relented so easily.
“Just the thought of someone… jerking off while watching me is disgusting.
“Yeah, why watch a video when the real thing is right before
me.” He slowly stroked his cock while staring at the outline of her nipples
under the bikini top.
“You’re disgusting,” she said, unable to take her eyes of his
cock. “I’m leaving.” She took one last look at it before heading out to the
hall.
“Maybe you’d better go,” he grunted. “It’s torture watching
you stand there, knowing I can’t have you.”
Beth turned around and walked back into the room. “Oh! This
is hurting you?”
“God yes Beth,” he groaned, still slowly stroking his cock.
“It hurts I want you so bad. I want to titty fuck you again.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“I know, that’s what hurts. I don’t think I could handle
seeing those perfect tits again without being able to touch them.”
“Oh really,” she replied. Beth reached behind her neck and
untied the string. “I think you could handle it.” She smiled as he groaned. It
really did sound like he was in pain. “You touched them enough earlier that I
don’t see why you’d even want to touch them again.” She dropped the top and
hefted her breasts, displaying them to the big black man.
“Dammit, you sexy bitch,” he growled. “Don’t run your hands
over them.”
“Don’t do this?” she asked, caressing her own breasts.
“They’re still so slick.”
“Stop it,” he groaned. “Not the nipples.”
Beth smiled evilly. The grin left her face the moment she ran
her fingers along her engorged nipples. The spasm of pleasure that rocked her
body caught her completely off guard. She was already horny, but now there were
little spasms inside her vagina. Its muscles were contracting inwards as if it
were trying to pull something inside it and the contractions were aligning with
each stroke of Titus’ giant black cock.
“Are you enjoying tormenting me? Just leave the panty on.”
Beth didn’t even think about it as she dropped one hand down
and untied the string at her hip. It was enough for the panty to fall open
before dropping to her feet.
“Noooo,” he groaned. She brought both hands up to her nipples
again. This time the spasms in her vagina were larger and she started thrusting
her hips out towards his cock. “Oh, the torture. Now you’re dancing for me,” he
lamented.
“Dancing?” she asked.
“You know, like a lap dance.”
“No, I don’t know.”
Titus spread his legs. “Come closer and start swaying your
hips.” Beth stepped closer and started moving her hips around just like she
danced at clubs with her college girlfriends. “Run your hands all over your
body.
“Like this?” Beth did as he said.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Now turn around and shake that ass.”
Beth spun around and stuck her rear outwards, making it
shake. She jumped forwards when he slapped his hard cock against it several
times. Beth spun around, but didn’t stop dancing, her eyes still focused on his
cock. He was trying to slowly pace himself, but from time to time he’d speed up
his strokes. She wanted to see it cum again. She moved her hands up to her
nipples again and his strokes increased before slowing down. “You want this
body?”
“Yes, I want that sexy body. I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Stop it,” she said, bothered by his words, but his strokes
increased.
“I want to fuck that tight pussy.”
“Stop,” she whimpered. One hand left her breast and slid down
her undulating stomach.
“Everyone on that beach wanted to fuck you, Beth.”
“NO!” Her hand slid over her pubic mound.
“You liked them staring at you, wanting to fuck you,” he
said, watching her. Beth’s face was all scrunched up, but still eyeing his
cock. Her fingertip was circling her clit. “You want to be fucked, Beth. You
want to be fucked by a man-sized cock for a change.”
“Aahhhh!” Beth plunged two fingers into her pussy,
embarrassed by the amount of fluid that shot out. She’d never been this horny
or needed to cum this bad. “Oh, my god,” she gasped. “Will you to lick me down
there again?” she asked, face turning red with embarrassment. He shook his
head. “Please? I’ll… I’ll jerk it off for you.”
“No thanks.”
Beth fell to her knees in front of him. She hefted her
breasts again. She scooted forward. “You can use these to get off again?”
“Nope.”
Titus let go of his shaft when she reached out to take his
cock. “Fine, I’ll suck it again.” She pulled it down and wrapped her lips
around his cock head, sucking it into her mouth. The tanning oil ruined the
natural taste for her.
Titus let her slurp on the head for a minute before pushing
her head up and off his cock. “You want to cum?” he asked. Beth nodded. “Stand
up,” he ordered. Beth stood up by pushing down on his knees. “Straddle me.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” she told him, staring
at his cock. Her hand had found its way back to her vagina.
Titus laid back and his ebony shaft slapped on his stomach
like a felled redwood. “Just run your pussy over it. It doesn’t have to go in.”
Beth was skeptical, but she stepped over his lap and slowly
lowered herself onto his crotch. She felt the hard shaft pushing against her
wet labia. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, humping it. “This might work.”
“Slide your pussy over it,” he ordered.
Beth worked her hips back and forth. She could feel it’s heat
and power between her legs. “Yes,” she moaned. Beth closed her eyes and threw
her head back just enjoying the sensation. It felt really good, but it was only
stimulating the outside and her vaginal muscle spasms were still contracting
inwards.
“Slide up more.”
Beth walked her knees, sliding her vagina further up his
cock. She stopped and worked her hips, running her vaginal lips along more of
his shaft. Her arousal was running down the huge shaft it was pouring from her
so fast. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. She was sitting on the thick dark vein that ran
up the underside of his cock and she could feel his rapid pulse sending tremors
through her labia. It matched the beating of her own heart.
“Open your eyes, Beth.”
Beth’s head was still thrown back, with a rare smile across
her lips. She opened her eyes and looked down at the black man. She gasped in
surprise at how much it looked like she was fucking him. Beth sucked her lower
lip into her mouth as she watched her own hands come off her knees and over to
his chest. Why did she find the contrast so fascinating? Her dainty white hands
ran over his chest, feeling the hard pectorals. She still didn’t find muscle
men attractive, but there was something incredibly masculine about Titus’ level
of fitness.
“You’re beautiful when you smile,” he said.
Beth quickly dropped the grin, embarrassed. She wasn’t
enjoying this at all. “I just need to get off,” she grunted. She tried to turn
her head to look away, but Titus grabbed her chin and turned her face back
towards his.
“You need to see who is getting you off.” Beth found herself
staring into his eyes as she slid her crotch along his shaft. “Come a little
closer,” he said, and she couldn’t resist. Her vaginal lips slid slowly up to
the tip of his cock, spreading wider around the crowned head. She could feel
the very tip of it pushing against her swollen clitoris. “Now hump that black
cock.”
Beth pushed down and gasped as her vagina spread open around
the golf ball sized head of his cock. She did as he ordered, humping the head,
and loving it. “Unh, unh, unh,” she grunted every time she pushed down, her
grunts followed by a squishing sound. Her body was pushing down hard into the
head, trying to get more in much to her humiliation. Beth whimpered loving it
and hating it at the same time. She had the brain of a true feminist thinker,
but the body of a shameless whore and her body was winning the fight at that
moment. “Unh, unh, unh.” Beth didn’t want to stop humping the end of his cock
and didn’t think she could have stopped if she had wanted to. There was a pressure
growing in her womb, her much needed release was approaching. “AAAAHH!” Beth
cried out, not from an orgasm, but from the stab of pleasure coursing her body
as Titus pinched both nipples.
“Bring these closer,” he grunted, squeezing her breasts, and
pulling them.
Beth slid forwards a little on the end of his cock, arching
her back and thrusting her large bosom outwards. He flexed the muscles in his
shaft, raising it up slightly just as she pushed back into it. “AAAAHH!” She
cried again, this time as his entire cock head thrust into her, followed by,
“FFUUCCKK!” as she exploded all over the cock head when one of her nipples was
suddenly sucked between Titus’s large black lips. “YYEESS!” Her orgasm grew and
turned into a second as Titus lifted his hips, ramming his cock deep into her,
filling her up like no man ever had before.
Only he hadn’t.
Beth’s orgasm lasted a full minute. She’d never felt anything
like it before and it hadn’t even satisfied her. Or it had, but the way Titus
was greedily sucking on her erect nipples, alternating from one breast to the
next was turning her on again and making her want more. She looked at him in
astonishment not believing what she had just felt. “I can’t believe it’s in
me,” she said in disbelief. “It feels so big.”
“Relax,” he said, taking his lips off her thoroughly engorged
right nipple. She’d never seen her nipples look so big. They were wet and
glistened in the light, darker than normal. A strand of saliva ran from the tip
to his lips. “It’s only about three inches.”
“What?” she cried in disbelief. She worked her vagina around
the end of his cock, realizing that all that was inside her was mostly just
head and another inch or so. “You’re in deeper then David.”
“My brother’s pathetic, but not that pathetic. I’ve seen his
little dick and it’s about this big.”
“Aaaahh,” she moaned as Titus worked his cock almost out and
then in again several times, pushing another two inches in.
“That’s as deep as David goes. Feels about the same doesn’t
it.”
“Not the same at all,” she squealed. Even when he was
talking, he wasn’t relenting on her nipples. One was always being pinched and
tugged on by his fingers. “It’s much bigger, thicker then David’s, so big,
harder too, so much bigger.”
“What’s the biggest you ever had?”
“David… please quit playing with my nipples,” she gasped.
“David… the only… oh god… virgin. You’re so big.”
“A virgin! You’re fucking kidding me? Well let’s put a little
more in.”
“Wait no… NO! So big! So big! So big! So big! CUMMING!” He
gently bit her nipple as her pussy vibrated around the new inch or two he
pushed inside her.
“No more,” she begged when she recovered. “No more. I can’t
do this to David.”
“Nah, come on Beth. Work that pussy on that big black cock.
We won’t count it as fucking since you only have half in you.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, sitting up, bouncing on her knees.
“Oh my god! So big! So big! So big! So full!”
“Titan’s opening up that white pussy good,” he laughed,
reaching around, and smacking her ass cheek.
“No more, no more, more, more” she whimpered even as she
continued taking inch after inch inside her like an addict wanting more and
more. “So full… can’t take it… big… so good.”
Titus was used to the crazy way women reacted to his cock,
but this was something new. “Get off on that big black cock,” he grunted as
Beth shuddered from a large orgasm. This time she didn’t cry out, she just
trembled and shook.
The orgasm left her weak and Beth slid down another inch.
“OWWW!” she cried at the sudden pain. It brought her out of her sexual stupor.
“Thank god,” she moaned as it pressed her cervix. “No more, thank god, no
more.” She seemed to relax at the thought that it was over. “Mmmm,” she moaned.
“Mmmm, yes Titus. Titus? TITUS? What are you doing?” His cock was vibrating inside
her as he flexed the muscles in the shaft. Each time it jerked sent a
teaspoon’s worth of precum to soak her cervix until it softened and began to
open. Before Beth even realized what had happened, she sank down to sit in his
lap fully impaled by her black brother-in-law’s thirteen-inch cock. “I don’t
believe it,” she muttered.
“Believe it baby,” he grunted. “Now you know what it’s like
to have a real man’s cock in you, it’s time you found out what it’s like to be
fucked by a real man.”
“No, we can’t fuck. I can’t cheat on David. Besides, I don’t
have the strength to move.”
Beth squealed as Titus flipped her over on her back. He sat
up, kneeling between her legs. “Then I’ll take over. Don’t worry, it ain’t
cheating unless I cum in you. I’m just gonna work it around for a little while.
I’m getting close anyway,” he lied.
“Okay,” she said, staring at his huge black frame. Her hips
raising up even before he cupped his arms under her knees. “Just don’t cum in
me.”
Titus adjusted himself, lifting her ass off the bed to line
up with his cock. “Now do you prefer me just moving a little bit in and out?”
he asked, keeping most of his cock stuffed in her, only pulling out a couple
inches before pushing it back in.
Beth grunted when he sank it in again. “Oh yes, that’s good.”
“Or do you like a full shafting?”
This time Beth screamed as he nearly pulled his entire cock
out before slamming it forward. Her hips bucked upwards into his thrusting
cock. “Full shafting! FULL SHAFTING!” she begged.
“Full shafting it is then,” he chuckled.
“YES!” she squealed. “So good.” Titus gripped her knees tight
and began slowly pistoning his cock in and out using the full length. The head
would just about leave her pussy when he’d thrust it deep again. “Fuk, fuk,
fuk, fuk,” she muttered repeatedly. Her body wanted to react. Her hips tried to
raise into his thrusts. Her belly was undulating towards her pussy. But he was
in control. Titus was holding her firm, using her pussy to get himself off.
“Fuk, fuk, fuk, fuk, FUCK!” Beth came all over his cock again. He was using her
as an object for his pleasure and her body was loving it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”
she cried. “FUCK! Fuck me! Fuck me! So fucking big!”
“You lovin this big black cock,” he grunted, panting some
from the exertion.
“Yes, damn you, Titus. I love it,” she admitted. “I fucking
love it.”
“Better then David’s?”
“Stop it, Titus. Don’t bring him up. Noooo,” she wailed in
complaint. He’d completely pulled his cock from her. She looked up her body.
His cock was rearing up, gigantic and rampant as it glistened with her juices.
“Put it back in,” she begged.
“Tell me you like my cock better than my brother’s.”
“Fine,” she said. “I like your cock better then David’s.” She
stared at it, throbbing between her thighs. It rose up, gigantic and dripping
her fluids onto her belly. “Please,” she begged. “I love your big black cock.”
He finally pulled his hips back and moved his cock down. He skillfully lined it
back up with her pussy and pushed it deep. “Yessss! Fuck me. Keep fucking me.”
He was working it faster now and she was going to cum again.
“Dayumn, gonna blow,” he grunted. Titus was glistening now as
a thin sheen of sweat covered his body.
“Not yet,” she begged. “I’m close. Getting closer. Don’t
forget to… pull out. Yes! Yes! YYEESS!”
“Me too, slut,” he growled, shoving his cock deep and holding
it.
“Noooo!” she cried in alarm when she realized he was cumming,
but feeling his hot seed filling her womb doubled the intensity of her own
orgasm. Her body betrayed her, vaginal muscles clamping down around his shaft
milking it for every drop of his sperm. Her muscles were gripping it so
tightly, he probably couldn’t have pulled it out if he’d tried.
“Filling that pussy good,” he grunted as his cock continued
bucking.
Beth continued cumming all over his erupting shaft. Her eyes
rolled up in her head and she just about passed out when her abdomen began
hurting, the pain grew. “Pull out,” she begged, coming to her senses. The pain
had her pussy relaxing its grip and Titus pulled out. His cock lunged forwards
and upwards, sperm landing from her chin to her navel. The monster cock
continued bobbing, shooting sperm onto her tits, ribs, and belly for another
half minute.
He dropped her knees and her lower body fell to the bed. “What’s
wrong?”
“It hurt,” she said wincing. It still ached. Her belly was
distended. She pushed down on it and immediately felt some relief, but a steady
stream of semen began pouring from her pussy.
“Filled your womb up like a balloon. Your body will get used
to stretching. Next time won’t be so bad.”
She looked up at Titus. “There won’t be a next time.” His
cock had softened. It was still swollen and long, but it had collapsed on her
crotch and looked like a slithering black eel. “There shouldn’t have been a
first time.”
“Fuck that. You loved it.” Titus lifted his spent cock up and
squeezed out another squirt of semen onto her belly. There was already a small
pool spilling out of her navel. He then scooted back and fell over beside her.
“It was good,” she admitted.
“Good?”
“Alright, it was incredible, but I just cheated on David.
This can never happen again.”
“We’ll see.”
“I mean it, Titus.”
“It’s hard to go back to weak little white boys once you been
integrated by a black man.”
Beth sat up and stood, immediately hunching over and trying
to stop the flow of sperm from her well used pussy. “Be nice, you’re half
white.”
Her eyes followed his huge hand as he grabbed his crotch.
“Does this look white?”
“No,” she conceded.
“That’s because black genes are superior.”
Beth shook her head at the man’s arrogance and fled the room,
waddling into the hallway with her hands cupped between her legs. She couldn’t
keep all his sperm from dripping to the carpet, so she used the guest bathroom
in the hallway as it was closest. She turned the shower on and stepped inside.
Semen dribbled to the shower tiles the second she removed her hand. She licked
her lips, tasting his sperm on her lower lip.
The hot water splattered her back as she looked down her
torso. Her body was covered in more sperm than David had ever ejaculated in his
entire life and what she was looking at was the tail end of one of Titus’
ejaculations. The bit of sperm she’d just tasted left a desire for more in her
and a large glob was sliding down the curve of her breast to her protruding
nipple. Beth lifted her breast and brought the teat to her mouth. She sucked
the wad off. It was good, but not as good as it had been hot and fresh from the
head of his cock. The sensitivity of her nipple also surprised her. She should
have been completely satisfied, but her body seemed more aroused than ever.
Beth squirted some body wash into her hand and began
lathering up her breasts. Pangs of arousal grew each time her hand slid across
her nipples. She began to wonder if they’d ever go back down. She squirted some
more wash into her hand and began rubbing her stomach. His sperm had turned
into dried flakes around her navel, but the inside of her bellybutton was still
sticky and wet. She moved her hand down and washed the insides of her thighs.
Beth jumped when the shower door opened.
“I thought we might share,” said Titus stepping inside with
her. “Let me help.” He squirted some lotion into his hand and began lathering
her breasts.
“Titus?” she whimpered.
He smiled and grabbed the body wash. He held it upside down
towards her until she held her palm out. He squeezed the bottle, filling her
hand. “My cock needs cleaning.”
Beth reached out and grabbed the base of his shaft. It was
limp, but fat and still near to full length. She coated it with lotion, feeling
it swelling in her hand. She kept stroking it watching the lather form along
the shaft. Titus tweaked a nipple before grabbing her chin. Beth looked up at
him as he brought his face down. Her pink lips met his flat brown ones and they
kissed. Beth moaned. He placed his hand on her back and pulled her tight
against him angled so that she could keep stroking him. Her breasts mashed into
his chest. His tongue pushed into her mouth. Her tongue tried to force his out,
instead they danced around each other. She melted against him as his hands
moved down to squeeze her ass cheeks. His cock was fully hard now, her hand
rapidly gliding up and down the long shaft speeding up as her passion grew.
Titus broke the kiss and pulled back, her lips following his
not wanting it to end. Instead, Titus rapidly turned her around and bent her
over against the door. She braced herself as she felt his huge cock head
push its way back inside her. She took him easier this time.
She hated being taken from behind and never let David do it, but her body
pushed her ass back into his thrusts as he fully buried his cock back in her.
“Fuck me!” she growled. Soon the black man’s strong thrusts
had her breasts mashing against the glass door of the shower just as she had
witnessed him doing to Ashley just yesterday. “Fuck me. I fucking love your
cock, Titus,” she moaned. In no time at all, she was coming again.
Titus fucked her to two more orgasms before pulling it out.
He spun her back around and moved her to the back of the shower. He lifted her
up as if she weighed nothing against the wall and lowered her back over his
cock. He moved to the center of the shower, his strong hands on her ass raising
and lowering her over his shaft at a slow pace. Her arms wrapped around his
neck she bent his cheek towards her and then kissed him again, moaning from an
orgasm as their lips touched.
Not too long ago, the thought of kissing a black man would
have disgusted her. The thought of kissing Titus would have made her sick to
her stomach. Now she was kissing him more passionately then she’d ever kissed
David and she didn’t want to stop. But even Titus had his limits. “Getting
close,” he muttered, keeping his lips against hers. “Still want me to pull out?”
“No, I want it in me,” she said, alarmed that he would even
consider pulling out. She needed to be seeded again.
Getting close to Titus meant another five minutes of him
bouncing her on his cock as fast as he could while they groaned into each
other’s mouths. His groan turned into a growl and he dropped her to the base of
his cock just as it began to jerk inside her. The bucking cock spraying his hot
seed in her womb had her vaginal muscles doing contractions around his shaft,
trying to suck out as much sperm as it could get.
He lifted her up his shaft and off his still spurting cock
setting her on her feet. The black man placed his hands on her shoulders and
pushed her down. He braced himself against the wall and the door accidentally
pushing the shower door open as she sucked his cock into her mouth, jerking the
remaining sperm from his cock. There was the hot thick pudding she’d been
craving. Beth gulped it down as rapidly as her mouth filled.
“Drain those black balls, you sexy white slut,” he groaned.
Beth bobbed her head rapidly over his shaft, looking up his
hard body. Titus was looking out the door. She turned her head suddenly worried
that David had come home and caught them, but there was no one there. Just the
mirror and the sink beside the door. Beth turned her attention back on
swallowing his cock. No more was coming out, so she just grabbed the base and
pulled her mouth back. She kissed the head. “Thank you,” she said, looking up
at him. Beth gasped in surprise and released his shaft, horrified by her
behavior. Had she just thanked him for fucking her again? Or for letting her
suck his cock?
“Any time. So much for it won’t happen again,” he chuckled
arrogantly. He turned and stepped out of the shower.
The gratitude left her at his smugness. “You caught me off
guard. We’re done Titus. No more.”
“Like I said, once you been integrated you won’t ever be
satisfied with Lil Davey’s pencil dick.” He grabbed a towel and dried off, his
cock still hard and sticking straight out.
“Fuck you, Titus,” she said, sobbing, still on her knees. She
hoped the shower water was hiding the tears that ran down her cheeks.
“Any time you want it, sis,” he said, “which will be sooner
than you think.”
“I think I can resist,” she answered, climbing to her feet.
“We’ll see,” said Titus. He paused. “Aren’t you worried about
getting pregnant?”
She suddenly looked alarmed. “I hadn’t thought of that.” Beth
bent her head back and let the water soak her already wet hair. “I should be
safe, I don’t think I can have children. David and I have never used
protection. We’ve tried for years.”
“Good,” said Titus, smirking. He’d caught his brother
masturbating and teased him about not just his tiny dick but for the weak runny
teaspoon’s worth of semen it produced. “Then we can fuck all you want and not
worry about it.”
“Never again,” she said, closing the shower door.
Titus grabbed his smart phone off the sink, winking as he
turned the video off.