Chapter 1: Introduction
I didn't like Mohamed much, he was fat, ugly and kind of stupid, but at least he was strong.
We were both orderlies at the retirement home, usually not alone together - just how I liked it. I sighed as I felt the warmth building up within my loins. I couldn't take it anymore! I was so horny I could just rip my panties off right there. I sighed again dreamily as I remembered the feeling of Mohamed's large hands roaming over my body, the raw touch, the sheer size of him. Just thinking about it made my thighs wet. Day 0 had truly changed me.
I tried to concentrate and called my husband Johan again.
I needed him, wanted him to take me, to give me a baby. I felt so vulnerable right now, and Mohamed had started his advances on me. I remember the first time I saw him - I was disgusted by his overweight, ugly appearance. But I couldn't deny the appeal of a big, black man like him anymore. My body craved it, and I was soaking wet.
"Hello, lover?" I urged Johan to answer, but the phone just rang and rang.
I couldn't help but feel a little put out by his absence. I was so consumed by Yellow Fever and the desire to bear a child. I whispered his name over and over as I felt my desire rising.
A small part of me was aware of the irony of my current situation. Just last month, I had laughed with my friend over mojitos, joking about how unattractive Mohamed was. I had shuddered as I imagined him touching me. And now? Now I couldn't get him out of my mind. I imagined how big his black dick would be, couldn't get it our of my mind.
"Ahem."
I jumped, startled. Mohamed was standing right behind me, his face inches away from mine. His breath smelled like stale cigarettes and garlic, but I didn't care. I could feel my pulse quickening beneath his intense gaze. My pussy throbbed with longing.
"You want some of this?" He reached down and grabbed his crotch, thrusting his hips at me. I wanted to push him away, but my body had other ideas. I nodded slowly, feeling myself sinking into the depths of my desire.
My husband Johan wasn't here, and Mohamed was, and I couldn't deny the powerful feeling of lust that was threatening to overtake me. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands on my body, the weight of him pressing down on me. I felt his lips on my neck, his tongue tracing a line down to my collarbone. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips as I felt his hand creeping up my thigh, his fingers tangling in my damp panties.
I didn't understand how my nursing uniform and panties just dropped to the floor, I was in a haze.
I had never been so turned on, never felt an urge as strong as this. The smell of Mohamed's cheap cologne filled my nostrils, but it only amplified the lust I felt for this man. I wanted him, needed him, and I couldn't pretend otherwise.
Mohamed dragged me to the nearest empty room, tearing off his clothes as we went. In the room, he slammed me against the cold wall, his mighty dick finally revealed to me, I gasped.
He was huge and uncircumcised, a stark contrast to Johan's rather average size. I blinked, trying to focus on the reality of the situation. I was about to have sex with my gross, overweight, Ugandan co-worker, and I couldn't deny my excitement.
Mohamed didn't waste any time. He grabbed my thighs, lifting me up against the wall before positioning himself between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I was soaking wet, ready for him to fill me up.
I looked into Mohamed's eyes, feeling the weight of his desire as he pushed himself into me. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming me as I felt him filling me up completely. He was so big, it almost hurt, but I couldn't deny the pleasure I felt as he moved inside me.
Mohamed was rough, just how I liked it. He pounded into me with a relentless rhythm that made me dizzy. I felt my body tensing up, my muscles clenching around him as I reached my climax. I screamed out his name, unable to control myself anymore.
My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, intense and all-consuming. I could feel myself clenching around him, milking his dick for all it was worth. Mohamed groaned, his own release not far behind. He slammed into me one last time before stilling, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
I felt like someone hammered into me as he flooded me with cum, sealing my fate as his mate.
I could feel his slick, wet warmth spilling out of me, a constant reminder of what we had just done. And even though I felt a little guilty about betraying Johan, I couldn't deny that I felt more alive than ever.
I looked into Mohamed's dark eyes, feeling a connection that I couldn't explain. He smiled at me, his teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. I didn't know what the future held for us, but I knew that this moment would stay with me forever.
Mohamed had just impregnated me, and I could feel the truth in my bones. I was changed, different in ways I couldn't comprehend, but I couldn't deny the power of my libido.
As I looked into Mohamed's eyes, I could see the fire inside him, the raw desire that matched my own. I could feel the magnetic pull between us, and I knew that I would never be able to resist it. I had never felt this way before, this overwhelming, uncontrollable need.
I knew I would be his little plaything from this day forward.
I could feel it in my bones, the pull toward him, the undeniable attraction. My body had changed, just as the rest of the world had on this fateful Day 0. I was a magnet for the semen of powerful men, and Mohamed was certainly one of them.
The day before, I had laughed with my friend at the thought of trying to get pregnant on this strange, new Day 0. But now, everything was different. My entire perspective had shifted. I couldn't believe I had ever thought of Mohamed as anything less than a sexual being.