Essential Synopsis: A young white girl decides to welcome a new group of North African Migrants after they move into her neighborhood, and finds herself the subject of desire of one of them... how will she wind up?
Author's Note: I tend to like to pick roles with certain actresses/celebrities in mind as a visual aid, and in this case it's no exception. Therefore, I give you the girl you should envision while reading this story, Chloe Grace Moretz, who is in the role of Grace.
Author's Note: I tend to like to pick roles with certain actresses/celebrities in mind as a visual aid, and in this case it's no exception. Therefore, I give you the girl you should envision while reading this story, Chloe Grace Moretz, who is in the role of Grace.
The Migrant
Part Three
Once Hasan had finished fucking her, cumming deep inside of her previously virgin pussy, only to lay down beside her on her bed, Grace found herself held in his strong arms while the both of them came down from their intense sexual highs. Never before had she felt so incredible, and she never would have imagined that things would’ve gone the way they had this morning. The whole of her body tingled with a lingering sensation that left her in a sense of euphoria, and all she could do was smile gleefully and giggle as he planted soft, reassuring kissed along her delicate neckline. The both of them were glistening with moisture, having sweat through during the intensity of their passionate sex, and the aroma of his strong musk hung heavily in the air, intoxicating the young Grace as it filled her nostrils almost as pervasively so as the thick warm seed that filled her youthful love canal.
“You did well.” Commented Hasan as he began to sit up, shifting so that his semi-soft cock might finally slip free from young Grace, a trickle of white cum dribbling out of her.
“Mmm... thank you.” She cooed, smiling brightly.
“Come. Take me to your shower. We will clean, and then we will enjoy our breakfast.” He explained.
Carefully Grace sat up and stood on wobbly legs as she once again obeyed Hasan’s instructions, leading him to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. All the while she gazed drunkenly at the man that had just made her a woman, her greenish-blue eyes occasionally sneaking a peak of the forearm sized appendage that hung hauntingly between his thighs. He had absolutely rocked her world, and while she didn’t quite fully understand how her life had changed, she at least knew it had in some degree or another. For one, she knew she wanted to be with him; that she desired to be his girlfriend, or whatever kind of relation he so desired of her. He was handsome. He was kind. He was also an apex sexual monster, and she felt certain that he had plenty more to give her if she so wanted.
Turning on the water in the shower, and once it’d reached temperature, she took a hold of Hasan’s hand and pulled him into the stall with her, kissing tenderly against his chest.
“Wash me, white girl.” He said.
Looking up into his face a moment, his dark-brown eyes meeting hers, Grace nodded obediently before she grabbed a bottle of rose-scented bodywash and squirted some of it into her hand. As this was her shower, it was filled with her preferred products, generally more suited for a young girl, but Hasan didn’t seem to mind. Rubbing the rose-scented wash into his abdomen, letting it suds up and cascade over his perfectly fit body, Grace began running her hands over every inch of him, ensuring that he would indeed be clean. Diligent in her devotions to him, she planted tender loving kisses against his skin wherever she’d already cleansed, while slowly she descended before him in the shower as the warm water sprayed over them. Once more face-to-face with his semi-turgid cock, she ran her soaped hands over his piece of flesh, gently squeezing it and the heavily hung testicles that were just below as she made sure to wash his manhood thoroughly.
Once she’d been content, she too planted a tender kiss against the head of his dick before working her way down to his knees, ankles, and then feet. By the time she’d finished, her attention shifted back up to him standing over her, the expression in his face had shifted once more.
“Stand and turn around... white girl.” He ordered.
Doing as she was again instructed, rising before him only to turn and face the shower wall, she soon felt a hand against her back, pressing her forward that she might lean against it. Glancing back over her shoulder, she watched as Hasan sidled forward, his other hand holding his immense cock in place as he took aim and touched the tip against her tightly puckered ass. Grace’s youthful body jumped at the sensation, causing her to gasp loudly before the hand that had been at her back, found her collar and held her in place. A surge of adrenaline soon began to hit her, as she swallowed hard, her body starting to tremble as she understood what Hasan was about to do to her.
“Relax...” He instructed her, as he slowly began to push himself in.
Wincing as she felt his cock press inside just an inch or so at first, Grace whimpered loudly, her voice echoing in the shower stall as warm water continued to cascade down over hers and his bodies. She was beyond nervous, having never before even played with her ass in a sexual manner, though she had seen videos of what it could be like online. Breathing hard and fast already, she planted both of her hands against the shower wall and tilted the pate of her head that she could see the expression in Hasan’s face as he slowly but gradually forced himself inside of her ass.
“Such a tight slut.” Hasan commented as he held firmly onto her hips, preventing her from scooting away as he pushed onward, never relenting in his need to now plunder her anus. “You will learn to love this, just as you have so quickly learned to love my dick in your pussy.” He explained.
“Y-yes...” she whimpered, her knees shaking violently as she struggled with the dull pain.
“Good white girl. Now... beg me to fuck you in your ass.” He instructed.
Swallowing hard as her mind swirled, Grace attuned her gaze unto Hasan’s face as he held her in place, his dick deeply shoved into her ass. “P-please... I... I... I beg you... fuck me in my ass.” She said softly through tenuous whimpers.
Grinning broadly as she followed his instructions, Hasan slowly pushed the last few inches of his large cock inside of the young girl, up to the hilt as he felt his heavy balls against her quivering slit. Content to let himself preside within her tightness for a moment, he saw the mixture of pleasure and pain evident in Grace’s beautiful face and felt like a conquering King. He had come to America, in search of young white women to take as his wives, and within a few days of moving into this neighborhood, he had already found his first. Because while young Grace didn’t know it yet, Hasan did, and he would take her as a wife. He would breed her and turn her into a wholly obedient white slut who would adore and worship him as the Black King he was.
“Take it, white girl!” He grunted as he thrust his hips forward, forcing her slender body to jump when his cock pressed deeper inside. Pulling back, her ass squeezing his cock like a vice, and struggling to allow him to escape, he soon shoved it back in hard.
“Ahhh!” Grace whimpered loudly, her mouth going wide as did her eyes as she was suddenly besieged by an orgasm so intense that her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed. Only Hasan’s hands at her hips, and his cock buried deep inside of her ass had prevented the girl from sinking down to the shower floor. Her whole body shook as she was overcome by orgasm, her teeth chattering in her mouth while she looked back over her shoulder at the Adonis that had claimed her. It didn’t take long for him to start gyrating his hips in rhythm again, his dick reaching depths she never knew were possible as he reamed her out with passion, and animal like fervor. The pain she felt paled in comparison to the carnal pleasure that emanated deep within, tainting her thinking process, and leaving her little more than a mewling bitch in heat.
Grunting aggressively, Hasan saw the look in Grace’s face and knew she was in another plane of existence in the moment. It signaled to him that she had completely fallen under the spell of his cock, and that she would forever be a loyal slut to him.
It also drove him mad with sexual hunger.
“Fuck me!” Grace blurted out as he continued on in his ministrations against her, the short blonde girl barely able to stand upon tippy-toes as the black stallion behind her wouldn’t relent. She was simply along for the ride at the moment; a piece of soft flesh that he could abuse.
“Take it, white girl! Take it all!” Hasan growled as with a final few thrusts, he implanted himself as deeply as he could in Grace’s ass and unleashed a flood of hot spunk. Grace screamed in shock as she felt his warmth spread within, no doubt experiencing another intense orgasm in the process. Holding onto the young girl as she writhed in absolute ecstasy, her legs trembling and unable to support her, Hasan wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against his body while his cock spewed. Together they panted heavily, their heartbeats elevated, and their minds ***** with sexual euphoria, as evidenced by how sloppily Grace kissed him over her shoulder, their tongues mingling together while their combined orgasms slowly began to fade.
After a few minutes of holding onto her from behind, Hasan slowly withdrew himself from her now plundered asshole, and stumbled backward in the shower as warm shower water sprayed him. Grace was entirely unable to support herself, her legs having gone weak during the fucking, so she simply let herself settle down onto her knees as she continued to breathe hard and fast. Hasan cast a glance down at her as she tried to recover, grinning broadly in approval as one of his hands found his softening cock and began to rub it as the stream of shower water cascaded over him.
“You are mine, Grace.” He said simply.
Turning her head to look back up at him from where she knelt, Grace nodded affirmatively. Internally, she didn’t know quite what that meant, but she knew it to be true. As far as she was concerned, she was his now. However he so wanted her, she would give herself to him. Willfully. Gleefully.
“I... I’m yours.” She answered.
Helping her to stand again, his strong hands providing her support, Hasan began to wash Grace in a similar fashion as she had done for him. Rubbing her youthful body with rose-scented bodywash until he was content with her cleanliness; he then allowed her to re-wash him a second time, and though he again felt his cock stir with need as she washed it with her slender delicate hands, he decided to hold off for the time being. Together, they exited the shower, and dried off. Excusing herself for just a moment, Grace left Hasan alone, striding away on shaky legs before she returned with a bathrobe that seemed his size, offering it to him.
“It’s my fathers. But I figure you can borrow it.” She explained.
Accepting it, he slipped the robe on, finding it to be a bit small given his large figure, but it would at least do the job for now. Grace folded the open flaps of the robe one over the other for him, and tied it closed around his waist before glancing back up into his handsome face.
“I think we should enjoy our breakfast now, yes?” Hasan asked grinning.
Giggling a little, still clearly high from all the endorphins rushing through her young body, Grace smiled and nodded as she went to grab her own bathrobe. But before she could, Hasan reached out to take it from her, and tossing it aside. “No. I want my white girl to be unclothed in my presence, unless I say otherwise.” He explained. Grace watched as the bathrobe was tossed aside, and with another nod of acknowledgement, she understood.
“Yes. I understand.” She said.
“Good. Now, let’s have some eggs and toast.” Hasan said, motioning for the still nude Grace to lead him back to the kitchen, to resume the breakfast he’d put on pause just a short while earlier.
The Migrant
Part Four
Breakfast, which Grace dutifully re-made, was a lovely affair wherein she and Hasan managed to get to know each other a little better. She’d learned that he had a ****** back in Eritrea; a wife and three sons whom he someday hoped to bring to live with him in America. That in his culture, it was acceptable to take multiple women as wives, though she didn’t necessarily connect the dots with regard to how she would fit in that dynamic. She also discovered that he was older than she’d initially figured, as he was thirty-seven, and she’d assumed him to be mid-to-late twenties at best. He was far to handsome to appropriately gauge, she surmised, though it didn’t really matter. She also learned that in Eritrea he had been a successful artist, with a specialty in sculpting.
“What of your mother?” Hasan asked, once Grace had finished explaining who her father was.
“My mother... she... umm... she left, when I was little.” Fidgeting with the empty glass of orange juice in her hands, she smiled sweetly to Hasan before continuing. “She’d met someone and fell in love with him. So she divorced my father and went off to live with her lover. They got married, and she started a new ****** with him. I have three half-brothers who live with her in San Diego. Louis, Tyree, and Markus. Louis is the oldest. I think he’s eleven now.” She explained. “Mom talks to me occasionally; even sends me gifts on my birthdays, and I’ve even been able to visit her in San Diego a few times, but she’s for the most part living her own life now.”
“Does that bother you?” asked Hasan as he glanced over the still nude Grace.
“I don’t think so.” She answered, noticing the manner in which he was looking at her. “I mean, it did at one point, but I think I’ve gotten over it... like, I kind of get it... she wasn’t in love with my *** anymore. I guess... like... I guess I can’t blame her for wanting to be in love.”
“...and your father is gay now?” Hasan asked.
Nodding, Grace stood up from where she’d been seated at the breakfast counter, stepping over to retrieve Hasan’s cleared plate and fork that she might clean it. “He is. I mean... I guess maybe he was gay all along, and that... maybe he knew it, and my Mom knew it?” It was something she’d wondered for many years, while trying to make sense of the relationship that had existed between her mother and father. “Like... I don’t know if my *** came out to my Mom, and that’s why she went. Or if my Mom left first, and then my *** came out. It’s... I dunno, I just, I’ve always been a little... afraid to as these kinds of questions.” She placed their dishes into the nearby dishwasher, and then closed it shut before slowly returning to stand beside Hasan.
“I think I understand.” He said.
“So... well, I told you my *** is away for the next two-weeks. In DC.” She reached out to place a hand on his strong forearm. “Umm... and since your building is having shower trouble, I was thinking, maybe you wanted to stay here until the situation is fixed?” Grace tilted her head to the side almost pleadingly, as she would’ve done when asking for a better grade when talking with sometimes obstinate teachers. “I mean... if you want to, that is.” She soon added, as Hasan glanced at her up and down, a sense that he was mulling it over in his head.
As a confident grin crossed his handsome face, Hasan nodded. “I will.” He stated simply, a supreme sense of satisfaction and confirmation building in his mind. He had indeed conquered this young white girl, and he would stake claim over her, and all that she possessed as a result.
Beaming brightly, Grace leant in and planted a soft kiss on the side of his cheek.
“Bring me your birth control.” Hasan ordered.
Blinking a moment, Grace drew back a little, her eyes focused on his as they expressed an intent which she understood. With a nod, she slowly stepped away, and left the Kitchen, climbing the stairs that led up to her bedroom. A minute later, she returned to Hasan, her eyes transfixed on the little pink rectangular housing in which a reflective sleeve of blister packed pills was inserted. With a deep breath, she held out her birth control for Hasan. Glancing at the packet, Hasan accepted it in his strong hands, examining them for just a moment. He saw that it was a relatively new set, as only four days had been popped so far. “You missed yesterday.” He said simply, noticing how both Thursday and today, Friday had been left in-tact.
Swallowing, Grace nodded.
Grinning, Hasan stood from where he’d been sat, and strode over to the sink, turning the faucet on to let the water run. “No worries. You will be missing the rest of them too.” He explained, as he began to pop each blister, the pills clattering down into the sink drain where the running water washed them down the drain. Swallowing hard, Grace understood what Hasan meant for her as he disposed of her birth control, and while she felt a mountain of apprehension well up inside, she wouldn’t protest. All she could do, was stand there before him, still in the nude, and contemplate just how her life would indeed change this summer and remind herself that she knew it would be for the better.
Once the last of the pills had been popped and run down the drain, Hasan threw the packet into the nearby garbage can, and turned off the faucet. “I must go to my apartment and retrieve some things if I am to live here.”
Grace nodded.
“You will stay naked. And when I return...” he looked her up and down, again his intent clearly evident in the expression on his face. Grace felt her heart skip a beat in anticipation of what he had in mind, a tingling deep within beginning to grow. And like a victorious King, Hasan strode out the front door of Grace’s home, wearing naught but the ill-fitting bathrobe she’d leant him, uncaring what her neighbors might have thought upon seeing such a display. Grace followed after him, at least to the door as she watched, the hot summer heat sneaking in through the opened door before she closed it shut behind him, her legs trembling as the weight of everything that had happened, and still yet would happen went through her mind.
A second later, she heard her iPhone ringing up in her bedroom.
Worried that it was her father, calling to check up on her, she hastily ran up the stairs, and entered her room. When she grabbed the phone though, she saw that it was Kevin calling, not her Day. With a groan, she swiped up and accepted the call.
“Grace! What the hell was that?!” blurted Kevin.
Feigning innocence, Grace plopped down onto her bed, noting how it was still damp from their fucking earlier in the morning. “I... I don’t know what you mean?” she said. Painfully aware of how obvious her lying had just been.
“Bull shit you don’t know! That... that black dude, the migrant you said you went to see yesterday, and that showed you, his junk! He just walked past my house in a bathrobe, and I’m pretty sure he came from your front door!” Kevin was practically yelling, which worried Grace since she wasn’t certain he was alone at home.
“Stop! Stop yelling! Someone... might hear.” She exclaimed.
“What... might hear? Grace! Half the neighborhood probably just saw him striding out of your front door!” Kevin explained. “What... what happened?”
With an exasperated sigh, Grace fell back unto her bed, her eyes glaring up at the ceiling above as she tried to find a way to explain it. She knew she couldn’t lie to Kevin, that he’d seen right through it, and to be honest, she didn’t want to lie either. She wanted to tell at least someone what had gone down and was going on. “Well... he just... sort of showed up at my door this morning, and I kind of... like, I dunno... invited him in for breakfast.” Struggling to get into the nitty-gritty details that followed, Grace bit her lower-lip as she brought both of her hands to her flat tummy and tried to imagine what it would feel like to be pregnant.
“Where did his clothes go?!” pressed Kevin.
"They're on the floor in my bedroom." Grace answered simply.
"They're what?!" Kevin exclaimed.
“Well... I umm... I cooked us some breakfast, and...” she stammered.
“...and what?!”
“...and well, he... we, had sex.” She said nervously.
“Whoa!” Kevin replied.
“I know... I know! It’s... it’s crazy. I can’t... I can’t believe it happened either. But... he’s... he’s just such a nice guy. He’s... handsome. He’s kind. He... he’s sexy.” Running a finger down between her thighs, she touched at her still somewhat swollen pussy, and felt a tinge of electricity run up her spine.
“Grace... weren’t you a virgin?” Kevin asked.
“I... I was.” She answered. “But... I mean... I had to do it eventually, right?”
“Whoa... this is... this is too much.”
“You’re telling me.” Grace interjected playfully.
“So... like, you had sex with him. Did... did he... y’know...” Kevin struggled to say the words out loud for a long moment, though Grace knew what he was alluding to. “...did he... cum in you?” The tone in Kevin’s voice was practically as jittery as Grace’s had been earlier.
“I... umm...” Grace swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Whoa!” Kevin blurted.
“Stop saying, whoa! Alright! Jeez!” Grace exclaimed, sitting up in her bed now. “Besides, like... I mean, I wasn’t going to stay a virgin forever. So... like, why not... y’know, do it with someone as hot as Hasan is? I mean... he’s so... so nice... so handsome.” Grace was starting to smiled brightly again.
“I guess... I mean, it’s just... like you just met him yesterday, Grace.” Kevin explained.
“I know... but... there’s just something about him.” Grace replied.
After a moment of silence persisted, Kevin broke in again. “So... was it... was it good?”
Her finger still touching against her tender labia, Grace bit her lip hard as she replayed both sexual encounters with Hasan over in her head. “It was incredible!” She answered enthusiastically. “I... I never thought I could feel so... so good.” She pushed up from where she’d been sat on her bed and began to walk in a circle at the center of her bedroom. “Like... I’d played with myself before, but whenever I... came... I never came like I did while he was... fucking me.” Stopping in front of the full -length mirror attached to the inside of her open closet door, Grace saw herself standing there, still nude, and again she placed a hand against her flat tummy, curious as to what she would look like with a bulging pregnant belly.
“Wow... he... Hasan, was it? He... sounds like a total stud!” Kevin explained.
“He is.” Grace quickly countered. “I umm... I asked him to spend the week with me, while my *** is out of town.” Grace turned back to look out of her bedroom window in the direction of the apartment complex.
“Whoa! Grace... that’s... that’s huge! Are... are you sure about this?” Kevin asked.
Thinking for a moment, Grace pondered over whether or not to explain just how monumental things were about to change for her, given Hasan’s wishes for her to go off of birth control. She imagined that Kevin would totally freak if she did and might even try to step in and stop her. Maybe he would have been right to do so, but Grace found herself surprisingly okay with what Hasan wanted. Nor did she want to disappoint the man, by having had Kevin interrupt their plans for the coming week. So, she decided not to be entirely forthright about it, holding some back in reserve from him. “I’m sure. It's... it’s just going to be a week. I mean... it’s not that big a deal, really. It’ll be fine. And... and once the repairs to his Apartment’s plumbing are finished, he can... he can go back to living there.”
“Alright... I guess.” Kevin replied.
Truthfully, Grace wasn’t sure if Kevin was less, or more convinced of this than she was. A part of her knew that when the week came to an end, Hasan likely wouldn’t be leaving, at least, not without her following after. That same part of her, was fine with said repercussions associated.
“Listen... just... keep this on the down-low, yeah?” Grace asked.
“Fine... fine. But... I want details now. Maybe a pic or two.” Kevin teased.
Rolling her eyes, Grace giggled just when Kevin did on his side of the line. “Fine... but he’s mine...” she stated, before correcting herself. “...or rather, I’m his. Anyway, I need to go. He should be back in a few minutes. I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah. Please do.” Kevin poked.
“Bye.” Grace said as she hung-up.
Sighing deeply, she stared at herself in the mirror one last time before she stepped away from it, and went over to her desk, settling down in front of her computer as she brought up another Google search.
‘How long after stopping birth-control can you get pregnant?’ she typed, and then pressed enter.
As the results filtered into her screen, she began to read.
The Migrant
Part Five
Continued >>>HERE<<<
Part Three
Once Hasan had finished fucking her, cumming deep inside of her previously virgin pussy, only to lay down beside her on her bed, Grace found herself held in his strong arms while the both of them came down from their intense sexual highs. Never before had she felt so incredible, and she never would have imagined that things would’ve gone the way they had this morning. The whole of her body tingled with a lingering sensation that left her in a sense of euphoria, and all she could do was smile gleefully and giggle as he planted soft, reassuring kissed along her delicate neckline. The both of them were glistening with moisture, having sweat through during the intensity of their passionate sex, and the aroma of his strong musk hung heavily in the air, intoxicating the young Grace as it filled her nostrils almost as pervasively so as the thick warm seed that filled her youthful love canal.
“You did well.” Commented Hasan as he began to sit up, shifting so that his semi-soft cock might finally slip free from young Grace, a trickle of white cum dribbling out of her.
“Mmm... thank you.” She cooed, smiling brightly.
“Come. Take me to your shower. We will clean, and then we will enjoy our breakfast.” He explained.
Carefully Grace sat up and stood on wobbly legs as she once again obeyed Hasan’s instructions, leading him to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. All the while she gazed drunkenly at the man that had just made her a woman, her greenish-blue eyes occasionally sneaking a peak of the forearm sized appendage that hung hauntingly between his thighs. He had absolutely rocked her world, and while she didn’t quite fully understand how her life had changed, she at least knew it had in some degree or another. For one, she knew she wanted to be with him; that she desired to be his girlfriend, or whatever kind of relation he so desired of her. He was handsome. He was kind. He was also an apex sexual monster, and she felt certain that he had plenty more to give her if she so wanted.
Turning on the water in the shower, and once it’d reached temperature, she took a hold of Hasan’s hand and pulled him into the stall with her, kissing tenderly against his chest.
“Wash me, white girl.” He said.
Looking up into his face a moment, his dark-brown eyes meeting hers, Grace nodded obediently before she grabbed a bottle of rose-scented bodywash and squirted some of it into her hand. As this was her shower, it was filled with her preferred products, generally more suited for a young girl, but Hasan didn’t seem to mind. Rubbing the rose-scented wash into his abdomen, letting it suds up and cascade over his perfectly fit body, Grace began running her hands over every inch of him, ensuring that he would indeed be clean. Diligent in her devotions to him, she planted tender loving kisses against his skin wherever she’d already cleansed, while slowly she descended before him in the shower as the warm water sprayed over them. Once more face-to-face with his semi-turgid cock, she ran her soaped hands over his piece of flesh, gently squeezing it and the heavily hung testicles that were just below as she made sure to wash his manhood thoroughly.
Once she’d been content, she too planted a tender kiss against the head of his dick before working her way down to his knees, ankles, and then feet. By the time she’d finished, her attention shifted back up to him standing over her, the expression in his face had shifted once more.
“Stand and turn around... white girl.” He ordered.
Doing as she was again instructed, rising before him only to turn and face the shower wall, she soon felt a hand against her back, pressing her forward that she might lean against it. Glancing back over her shoulder, she watched as Hasan sidled forward, his other hand holding his immense cock in place as he took aim and touched the tip against her tightly puckered ass. Grace’s youthful body jumped at the sensation, causing her to gasp loudly before the hand that had been at her back, found her collar and held her in place. A surge of adrenaline soon began to hit her, as she swallowed hard, her body starting to tremble as she understood what Hasan was about to do to her.
“Relax...” He instructed her, as he slowly began to push himself in.
Wincing as she felt his cock press inside just an inch or so at first, Grace whimpered loudly, her voice echoing in the shower stall as warm water continued to cascade down over hers and his bodies. She was beyond nervous, having never before even played with her ass in a sexual manner, though she had seen videos of what it could be like online. Breathing hard and fast already, she planted both of her hands against the shower wall and tilted the pate of her head that she could see the expression in Hasan’s face as he slowly but gradually forced himself inside of her ass.
“Such a tight slut.” Hasan commented as he held firmly onto her hips, preventing her from scooting away as he pushed onward, never relenting in his need to now plunder her anus. “You will learn to love this, just as you have so quickly learned to love my dick in your pussy.” He explained.
“Y-yes...” she whimpered, her knees shaking violently as she struggled with the dull pain.
“Good white girl. Now... beg me to fuck you in your ass.” He instructed.
Swallowing hard as her mind swirled, Grace attuned her gaze unto Hasan’s face as he held her in place, his dick deeply shoved into her ass. “P-please... I... I... I beg you... fuck me in my ass.” She said softly through tenuous whimpers.
Grinning broadly as she followed his instructions, Hasan slowly pushed the last few inches of his large cock inside of the young girl, up to the hilt as he felt his heavy balls against her quivering slit. Content to let himself preside within her tightness for a moment, he saw the mixture of pleasure and pain evident in Grace’s beautiful face and felt like a conquering King. He had come to America, in search of young white women to take as his wives, and within a few days of moving into this neighborhood, he had already found his first. Because while young Grace didn’t know it yet, Hasan did, and he would take her as a wife. He would breed her and turn her into a wholly obedient white slut who would adore and worship him as the Black King he was.
“Take it, white girl!” He grunted as he thrust his hips forward, forcing her slender body to jump when his cock pressed deeper inside. Pulling back, her ass squeezing his cock like a vice, and struggling to allow him to escape, he soon shoved it back in hard.
“Ahhh!” Grace whimpered loudly, her mouth going wide as did her eyes as she was suddenly besieged by an orgasm so intense that her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed. Only Hasan’s hands at her hips, and his cock buried deep inside of her ass had prevented the girl from sinking down to the shower floor. Her whole body shook as she was overcome by orgasm, her teeth chattering in her mouth while she looked back over her shoulder at the Adonis that had claimed her. It didn’t take long for him to start gyrating his hips in rhythm again, his dick reaching depths she never knew were possible as he reamed her out with passion, and animal like fervor. The pain she felt paled in comparison to the carnal pleasure that emanated deep within, tainting her thinking process, and leaving her little more than a mewling bitch in heat.
Grunting aggressively, Hasan saw the look in Grace’s face and knew she was in another plane of existence in the moment. It signaled to him that she had completely fallen under the spell of his cock, and that she would forever be a loyal slut to him.
It also drove him mad with sexual hunger.
“Fuck me!” Grace blurted out as he continued on in his ministrations against her, the short blonde girl barely able to stand upon tippy-toes as the black stallion behind her wouldn’t relent. She was simply along for the ride at the moment; a piece of soft flesh that he could abuse.
“Take it, white girl! Take it all!” Hasan growled as with a final few thrusts, he implanted himself as deeply as he could in Grace’s ass and unleashed a flood of hot spunk. Grace screamed in shock as she felt his warmth spread within, no doubt experiencing another intense orgasm in the process. Holding onto the young girl as she writhed in absolute ecstasy, her legs trembling and unable to support her, Hasan wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against his body while his cock spewed. Together they panted heavily, their heartbeats elevated, and their minds ***** with sexual euphoria, as evidenced by how sloppily Grace kissed him over her shoulder, their tongues mingling together while their combined orgasms slowly began to fade.
After a few minutes of holding onto her from behind, Hasan slowly withdrew himself from her now plundered asshole, and stumbled backward in the shower as warm shower water sprayed him. Grace was entirely unable to support herself, her legs having gone weak during the fucking, so she simply let herself settle down onto her knees as she continued to breathe hard and fast. Hasan cast a glance down at her as she tried to recover, grinning broadly in approval as one of his hands found his softening cock and began to rub it as the stream of shower water cascaded over him.
“You are mine, Grace.” He said simply.
Turning her head to look back up at him from where she knelt, Grace nodded affirmatively. Internally, she didn’t know quite what that meant, but she knew it to be true. As far as she was concerned, she was his now. However he so wanted her, she would give herself to him. Willfully. Gleefully.
“I... I’m yours.” She answered.
Helping her to stand again, his strong hands providing her support, Hasan began to wash Grace in a similar fashion as she had done for him. Rubbing her youthful body with rose-scented bodywash until he was content with her cleanliness; he then allowed her to re-wash him a second time, and though he again felt his cock stir with need as she washed it with her slender delicate hands, he decided to hold off for the time being. Together, they exited the shower, and dried off. Excusing herself for just a moment, Grace left Hasan alone, striding away on shaky legs before she returned with a bathrobe that seemed his size, offering it to him.
“It’s my fathers. But I figure you can borrow it.” She explained.
Accepting it, he slipped the robe on, finding it to be a bit small given his large figure, but it would at least do the job for now. Grace folded the open flaps of the robe one over the other for him, and tied it closed around his waist before glancing back up into his handsome face.
“I think we should enjoy our breakfast now, yes?” Hasan asked grinning.
Giggling a little, still clearly high from all the endorphins rushing through her young body, Grace smiled and nodded as she went to grab her own bathrobe. But before she could, Hasan reached out to take it from her, and tossing it aside. “No. I want my white girl to be unclothed in my presence, unless I say otherwise.” He explained. Grace watched as the bathrobe was tossed aside, and with another nod of acknowledgement, she understood.
“Yes. I understand.” She said.
“Good. Now, let’s have some eggs and toast.” Hasan said, motioning for the still nude Grace to lead him back to the kitchen, to resume the breakfast he’d put on pause just a short while earlier.
The Migrant
Part Four
Breakfast, which Grace dutifully re-made, was a lovely affair wherein she and Hasan managed to get to know each other a little better. She’d learned that he had a ****** back in Eritrea; a wife and three sons whom he someday hoped to bring to live with him in America. That in his culture, it was acceptable to take multiple women as wives, though she didn’t necessarily connect the dots with regard to how she would fit in that dynamic. She also discovered that he was older than she’d initially figured, as he was thirty-seven, and she’d assumed him to be mid-to-late twenties at best. He was far to handsome to appropriately gauge, she surmised, though it didn’t really matter. She also learned that in Eritrea he had been a successful artist, with a specialty in sculpting.
“What of your mother?” Hasan asked, once Grace had finished explaining who her father was.
“My mother... she... umm... she left, when I was little.” Fidgeting with the empty glass of orange juice in her hands, she smiled sweetly to Hasan before continuing. “She’d met someone and fell in love with him. So she divorced my father and went off to live with her lover. They got married, and she started a new ****** with him. I have three half-brothers who live with her in San Diego. Louis, Tyree, and Markus. Louis is the oldest. I think he’s eleven now.” She explained. “Mom talks to me occasionally; even sends me gifts on my birthdays, and I’ve even been able to visit her in San Diego a few times, but she’s for the most part living her own life now.”
“Does that bother you?” asked Hasan as he glanced over the still nude Grace.
“I don’t think so.” She answered, noticing the manner in which he was looking at her. “I mean, it did at one point, but I think I’ve gotten over it... like, I kind of get it... she wasn’t in love with my *** anymore. I guess... like... I guess I can’t blame her for wanting to be in love.”
“...and your father is gay now?” Hasan asked.
Nodding, Grace stood up from where she’d been seated at the breakfast counter, stepping over to retrieve Hasan’s cleared plate and fork that she might clean it. “He is. I mean... I guess maybe he was gay all along, and that... maybe he knew it, and my Mom knew it?” It was something she’d wondered for many years, while trying to make sense of the relationship that had existed between her mother and father. “Like... I don’t know if my *** came out to my Mom, and that’s why she went. Or if my Mom left first, and then my *** came out. It’s... I dunno, I just, I’ve always been a little... afraid to as these kinds of questions.” She placed their dishes into the nearby dishwasher, and then closed it shut before slowly returning to stand beside Hasan.
“I think I understand.” He said.
“So... well, I told you my *** is away for the next two-weeks. In DC.” She reached out to place a hand on his strong forearm. “Umm... and since your building is having shower trouble, I was thinking, maybe you wanted to stay here until the situation is fixed?” Grace tilted her head to the side almost pleadingly, as she would’ve done when asking for a better grade when talking with sometimes obstinate teachers. “I mean... if you want to, that is.” She soon added, as Hasan glanced at her up and down, a sense that he was mulling it over in his head.
As a confident grin crossed his handsome face, Hasan nodded. “I will.” He stated simply, a supreme sense of satisfaction and confirmation building in his mind. He had indeed conquered this young white girl, and he would stake claim over her, and all that she possessed as a result.
Beaming brightly, Grace leant in and planted a soft kiss on the side of his cheek.
“Bring me your birth control.” Hasan ordered.
Blinking a moment, Grace drew back a little, her eyes focused on his as they expressed an intent which she understood. With a nod, she slowly stepped away, and left the Kitchen, climbing the stairs that led up to her bedroom. A minute later, she returned to Hasan, her eyes transfixed on the little pink rectangular housing in which a reflective sleeve of blister packed pills was inserted. With a deep breath, she held out her birth control for Hasan. Glancing at the packet, Hasan accepted it in his strong hands, examining them for just a moment. He saw that it was a relatively new set, as only four days had been popped so far. “You missed yesterday.” He said simply, noticing how both Thursday and today, Friday had been left in-tact.
Swallowing, Grace nodded.
Grinning, Hasan stood from where he’d been sat, and strode over to the sink, turning the faucet on to let the water run. “No worries. You will be missing the rest of them too.” He explained, as he began to pop each blister, the pills clattering down into the sink drain where the running water washed them down the drain. Swallowing hard, Grace understood what Hasan meant for her as he disposed of her birth control, and while she felt a mountain of apprehension well up inside, she wouldn’t protest. All she could do, was stand there before him, still in the nude, and contemplate just how her life would indeed change this summer and remind herself that she knew it would be for the better.
Once the last of the pills had been popped and run down the drain, Hasan threw the packet into the nearby garbage can, and turned off the faucet. “I must go to my apartment and retrieve some things if I am to live here.”
Grace nodded.
“You will stay naked. And when I return...” he looked her up and down, again his intent clearly evident in the expression on his face. Grace felt her heart skip a beat in anticipation of what he had in mind, a tingling deep within beginning to grow. And like a victorious King, Hasan strode out the front door of Grace’s home, wearing naught but the ill-fitting bathrobe she’d leant him, uncaring what her neighbors might have thought upon seeing such a display. Grace followed after him, at least to the door as she watched, the hot summer heat sneaking in through the opened door before she closed it shut behind him, her legs trembling as the weight of everything that had happened, and still yet would happen went through her mind.
A second later, she heard her iPhone ringing up in her bedroom.
Worried that it was her father, calling to check up on her, she hastily ran up the stairs, and entered her room. When she grabbed the phone though, she saw that it was Kevin calling, not her Day. With a groan, she swiped up and accepted the call.
“Grace! What the hell was that?!” blurted Kevin.
Feigning innocence, Grace plopped down onto her bed, noting how it was still damp from their fucking earlier in the morning. “I... I don’t know what you mean?” she said. Painfully aware of how obvious her lying had just been.
“Bull shit you don’t know! That... that black dude, the migrant you said you went to see yesterday, and that showed you, his junk! He just walked past my house in a bathrobe, and I’m pretty sure he came from your front door!” Kevin was practically yelling, which worried Grace since she wasn’t certain he was alone at home.
“Stop! Stop yelling! Someone... might hear.” She exclaimed.
“What... might hear? Grace! Half the neighborhood probably just saw him striding out of your front door!” Kevin explained. “What... what happened?”
With an exasperated sigh, Grace fell back unto her bed, her eyes glaring up at the ceiling above as she tried to find a way to explain it. She knew she couldn’t lie to Kevin, that he’d seen right through it, and to be honest, she didn’t want to lie either. She wanted to tell at least someone what had gone down and was going on. “Well... he just... sort of showed up at my door this morning, and I kind of... like, I dunno... invited him in for breakfast.” Struggling to get into the nitty-gritty details that followed, Grace bit her lower-lip as she brought both of her hands to her flat tummy and tried to imagine what it would feel like to be pregnant.
“Where did his clothes go?!” pressed Kevin.
"They're on the floor in my bedroom." Grace answered simply.
"They're what?!" Kevin exclaimed.
“Well... I umm... I cooked us some breakfast, and...” she stammered.
“...and what?!”
“...and well, he... we, had sex.” She said nervously.
“Whoa!” Kevin replied.
“I know... I know! It’s... it’s crazy. I can’t... I can’t believe it happened either. But... he’s... he’s just such a nice guy. He’s... handsome. He’s kind. He... he’s sexy.” Running a finger down between her thighs, she touched at her still somewhat swollen pussy, and felt a tinge of electricity run up her spine.
“Grace... weren’t you a virgin?” Kevin asked.
“I... I was.” She answered. “But... I mean... I had to do it eventually, right?”
“Whoa... this is... this is too much.”
“You’re telling me.” Grace interjected playfully.
“So... like, you had sex with him. Did... did he... y’know...” Kevin struggled to say the words out loud for a long moment, though Grace knew what he was alluding to. “...did he... cum in you?” The tone in Kevin’s voice was practically as jittery as Grace’s had been earlier.
“I... umm...” Grace swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Whoa!” Kevin blurted.
“Stop saying, whoa! Alright! Jeez!” Grace exclaimed, sitting up in her bed now. “Besides, like... I mean, I wasn’t going to stay a virgin forever. So... like, why not... y’know, do it with someone as hot as Hasan is? I mean... he’s so... so nice... so handsome.” Grace was starting to smiled brightly again.
“I guess... I mean, it’s just... like you just met him yesterday, Grace.” Kevin explained.
“I know... but... there’s just something about him.” Grace replied.
After a moment of silence persisted, Kevin broke in again. “So... was it... was it good?”
Her finger still touching against her tender labia, Grace bit her lip hard as she replayed both sexual encounters with Hasan over in her head. “It was incredible!” She answered enthusiastically. “I... I never thought I could feel so... so good.” She pushed up from where she’d been sat on her bed and began to walk in a circle at the center of her bedroom. “Like... I’d played with myself before, but whenever I... came... I never came like I did while he was... fucking me.” Stopping in front of the full -length mirror attached to the inside of her open closet door, Grace saw herself standing there, still nude, and again she placed a hand against her flat tummy, curious as to what she would look like with a bulging pregnant belly.
“Wow... he... Hasan, was it? He... sounds like a total stud!” Kevin explained.
“He is.” Grace quickly countered. “I umm... I asked him to spend the week with me, while my *** is out of town.” Grace turned back to look out of her bedroom window in the direction of the apartment complex.
“Whoa! Grace... that’s... that’s huge! Are... are you sure about this?” Kevin asked.
Thinking for a moment, Grace pondered over whether or not to explain just how monumental things were about to change for her, given Hasan’s wishes for her to go off of birth control. She imagined that Kevin would totally freak if she did and might even try to step in and stop her. Maybe he would have been right to do so, but Grace found herself surprisingly okay with what Hasan wanted. Nor did she want to disappoint the man, by having had Kevin interrupt their plans for the coming week. So, she decided not to be entirely forthright about it, holding some back in reserve from him. “I’m sure. It's... it’s just going to be a week. I mean... it’s not that big a deal, really. It’ll be fine. And... and once the repairs to his Apartment’s plumbing are finished, he can... he can go back to living there.”
“Alright... I guess.” Kevin replied.
Truthfully, Grace wasn’t sure if Kevin was less, or more convinced of this than she was. A part of her knew that when the week came to an end, Hasan likely wouldn’t be leaving, at least, not without her following after. That same part of her, was fine with said repercussions associated.
“Listen... just... keep this on the down-low, yeah?” Grace asked.
“Fine... fine. But... I want details now. Maybe a pic or two.” Kevin teased.
Rolling her eyes, Grace giggled just when Kevin did on his side of the line. “Fine... but he’s mine...” she stated, before correcting herself. “...or rather, I’m his. Anyway, I need to go. He should be back in a few minutes. I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah. Please do.” Kevin poked.
“Bye.” Grace said as she hung-up.
Sighing deeply, she stared at herself in the mirror one last time before she stepped away from it, and went over to her desk, settling down in front of her computer as she brought up another Google search.
‘How long after stopping birth-control can you get pregnant?’ she typed, and then pressed enter.
As the results filtered into her screen, she began to read.
The Migrant
Part Five
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