Our Fine Campus Ravisher - Michelle

The investigation remained open. Detective Carter filed monthly reports citing "no new leads." The attacks continued, sporadic, always on the full moon, always ending with satisfied victims who refused to press charges. And every month, Michelle walked the campus paths in her coed outfit, waiting for the moment when pale hands would pull her into the dark and fill her black cunt with white fire.

She never did decide whether she wanted to arrest him.

She only knew she wanted to be fucked, stretched, filled, and claimed--again and again and again.

She hid little notes for him to find with her address. And her cell number.

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Three weeks after the full moon, Michelle received a message.

"Your place. Friday. Tell me what to bring."

She quickly typed her response, her arousal making her fingers tremble: "Just that big white cock and enough cum to fill me for days."

Friday arrived like Christmas morning. Michelle prepared her body like a temple--long bath, oils glistening on her dark skin, her hair curled and bouncing around her shoulders. She chose lingerie that made her feel like a present waiting to be unwrapped: sheer black lace cups that barely contained her heavy breasts, her nipples already hard and pressing against the fabric--dark chocolate areolas wide and prominent, the peaks thick and erect and aching for his mouth.

The knock came at 8 PM. She opened the door wearing a silk robe, her dark thighs visible through the parted fabric, her cleavage spilling out.

He filled her doorway--taller than she remembered, broader, his pale skin seeming to glow in the warm light of her hallway. He wore a black button-down that strained across his shoulders and jeans that did nothing to hide the massive bulge she'd been dreaming about. And he wore his skimask.

"Detective," he rumbled, his pale eyes drinking her in.

"Michelle," she corrected, stepping aside to let him in. "Tonight I'm just Michelle. And tonight I'm going to be your black slut."

The door clicked shut and he was on her, lifting her easily, his mouth crashing down on hers with bruising force. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock already hard and thick against her through his jeans, grinding against her lace-covered pussy.

"Bedroom," she gasped between kisses. "Now."

He carried her there without breaking the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands gripping her ass with possessive strength. He threw her onto the king-sized bed and stood back, his eyes devouring her as her robe fell open, revealing big, brown tits.

"Fuck," he breathed, stripping his shirt off, revealing pale marble muscle and a broad chest dusted with dark hair trailing down to his waistband. "Look at you. Those black tits. Those thick nipples. You look like you were made to be fucked by white cock."

"Then fuck me," Michelle purred, arching her back, presenting her breasts to him. "Come taste these black tits. Suck these brown nipples until I scream."

He climbed onto the bed, between her legs, his rough hands cupping her breasts, lifting them, and weighing them. Her flesh was dark and full, spilling over his pale fingers, the contrast obscene and perfect. He lowered his mouth to her left nipple, sucking hard through the lace, the wet heat making her cry out.

"Yes," she moaned, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her breast. "Suck them. Mark them. They're yours."

He pulled the lace down, freeing her breasts, and she watched his pale face against her dark skin, his mouth latched onto her thick brown nipple, sucking and biting, his tongue lashing the sensitive peak until she was writhing beneath him. He moved to the other breast, giving it equal attention, his hands kneading her flesh, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples until they were swollen and red and aching.

"Please," she begged, her hips grinding up against him, seeking friction. "I need that cock. I need to feel you split me open."

He stood, stripping his jeans and underwear in one motion, and his cock sprang free--massive and heavy and already leaking, ten inches of veined white meat pulsing with his heartbeat, the head flushed pink and fat and perfect.

Michelle sat up, her breasts swaying, and reached for him. Her dark hands wrapped around his pale shaft, the contrast sending a thrill through her. She stroked him slowly, watching precum bead at the tip, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

He groaned, his hands gripping her hair, as she sucked him deep, her dark lips stretched around his white girth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She took him as deep as she could until he hit the back of her throat, and she moaned around him, the vibration making him shudder.

"Enough," he growled, pulling her off him, his cock glistening with her spit. "I need that black cunt. Need to feel you wrapped around me."

He pushed her back onto the pillows and climbed between her thighs, tearing her lace panties away with a sharp rip. Michelle lay open to him, her dark pussy glistening and swollen, her clit throbbing, her hole already clenching in anticipation.

"Look at it," he murmured, gripping his cock and slapping it against her dark folds, the wet sound making her moan. "Look at that black pussy waiting for white cock. Begging for it."

"Please," Michelle whimpered, her hips bucking up, trying to capture him. "Fuck me. Fill me with that white meat. Make me your black whore."

He pressed forward, the fat head spreading her open, and entered her in one slow, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Michelle screamed, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down his pale back. He was so deep she could feel him in her throat, so thick she felt split open and perfect and complete. She looked down between them and moaned at the sight--her dark lips stretched wide around his pale shaft, her clit swollen and throbbing, his heavy balls resting against her ass.

"Every inch," he grunted, pulling back and thrusting deep again. "Taking every inch of white cock like a good black slut."

"Yes," she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Give it all to me. Use me. Fuck that black cunt until I can't walk."

He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with animal ferocity, the bed shaking beneath them, the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filling the room. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her thick nipples grazing his chest, sending sparks through her body.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head. "Rub that clit while I fuck you. I want to feel you come on my cock over and over."

Michelle reached between them with her free hand, her fingers finding her swollen clit, and began to rub frantic circles as he pounded her. The dual sensation--his thick cock stretching her, her fingers on her clit--was too much. She came with a shuddering wail, her pussy clamping down in violent spasms, her juices gushing around his thrusting shaft.

"That's one," he growled, not slowing, his pace relentless. "Going to make you come until you pass out. Going to fill this black cunt so full of white seed you'll be leaking me for days."

He flipped her over, pulling her onto her hands and knees, and entered her from behind in one brutal thrust. The new angle let him sink even deeper, and Michelle screamed into the pillows as he hit her cervix, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every impact.

"Look at this ass," he grunted, his pale hands gripping her dark cheeks, spreading her open as he fucked her. "Look at this black pussy taking my white cock. You love this, don't you? Love being my black whore?"

"Yes," Michelle sobbed, her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts, her breasts swaying beneath her, her nipples grazing the sheets. "I love it. I'm your black whore. Your cum dump. Breed me. Fill me with your white seed!"

He roared, his pace becoming savage, his cock swelling even thicker inside her, pulsing with his impending release. "Going to come," he gasped. "Going to fill this black cunt. Going to mark you inside and out."

"Yes," Michelle begged, her third orgasm building, her vision going white at the edges. "Fill me. Pump me full. Make me your pregnant Black slut--"

He thrust one final time, burying himself to the root, and erupted. Michelle felt the first hot spurt against her cervix--thick, copious, endless--then another, and another, rope after rope of white cum flooding her womb, filling her until she overflowed, his seed leaking out around his shaft and running down her dark thighs in thick streams, pooling on the sheets beneath them.

He kept coming, more than any man should, painting her insides with his essence. Michelle came with him, her pussy clamping down in violent rhythmic spasms, milking every drop from his pulsing cock, her screams muffled by the pillows as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

When he finally pulled out, his cock was still half-hard, glistening with their combined fluids, still leaking cum. Michelle collapsed onto the bed, her legs useless, her pussy gaping and red and swollen, his white cum bubbling out of her stretched hole and dripping onto the ruined sheets, marking her, claiming her, owning her.

He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, his pale skin against her dark body, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb circling her sensitive nipple.

"Friday next week?" she asked.

"You have a daughter." He replied.

Michelle turned her head, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She pressed his hand harder against her breast, her nipple hardening against his palm.

"I will have her ready for you," she whispered. "And my black pussy is yours whenever you want it. No more hunting. No more campus. Just come here and fuck me until I can't remember my name."

He smiled against her neck, his cock already stirring against her thigh, ready for round two.

"Deal," he simply said.

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