| Author: | Nikita Storm | ISBN: | 1230002338385 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm | Publication: | May 24, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nikita Storm |
| ISBN: | 1230002338385 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm |
| Publication: | May 24, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Find out what happens when the lights go out...
When a big storm hits in the middle of the night, cutting the power to the neighborhood, Katie runs to the only man who can protect her: her big, black next door neighbor. Steve is all too happy to comfort frightened Katie while her husband’s away on a business trip.
Excerpt:
I heard the vicious peal of thunder just above and looked out the window when I saw it: a blinding flash of light that struck a transformer just in front of my house. Holy shit! Sparks flew everywhere, the lights flickered for just a second and then...silence; all the power in the whole neighborhood shut off, leaving only the pouring rain for sound.
Luckily, I was prepared for just such an eventuality and had my Mag-Lite near me. I went outside to check the damage and saw to my dismay that there were downed wires and snapped poles all along the street. This wasn't going to be a two-hour fix, this was going to take all night or longer. Perfect. Just as I was getting ready to watch the Monday Night football game of the week.
I looked around and saw that we were pretty much in the epicenter of the storm. Dark, ominous clouds hung overhead like evil sentinels, pouring their wrath down upon the land.
Another streak of lightning danced across the sky - too close for comfort - and I prepared myself for the bang of the thunder. When it came, the windows shook and rattled and for a moment, I thought they were going to break. But, luckily, they held.
Just as the thunder rolled past, I heard a high-pitched scream come from the next-door neighbor's house. That's where Katie lived! Katie and Mark had moved into the neighborhood just a few months ago. They had just gotten married and it was their first house. Rumor had it that they were trying to conceive.
I raced over to see what the commotion was, padding through the mud and rain in bare-feet, my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. I didn't see any lightning near her house, so I wondered if she had slipped and fallen. When I made it to the door, I saw what the problem was: the last peal of thunder blew out her windows and wind and rain were pouring through.
"Thank God you're here," she sobbed as she opened the door for me. "I was just looking out the windows when they blew."
"Are you hurt?"
She nodded. "A little, but nothing a hot bath can't fix."
Another peal of wicked thunder blew by, knocking more glass off the window.
"Come on," I said, "it's not safe here."
I turned and walked out the door, but realized she wasn't following. "What's the matter?"
She looked downward, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes, "I...I can't."
"Why's that?"
"My..." she wiped a tear and turned away from me.
I came up to her and put my large, black arms around her. "What's the matter?" I asked and realized she was crying. I cannot honestly say that I hadn't had bad thoughts about her. She was a very beautiful nineteen-year-old young lady with long-flowing golden hair, green eyes and extremely long legs. I'd had many jerking sessions thinking of nothing more than kissing her pouty lips and sliding my cock into her ovulating pussy.
"It's my husband," she said finally, looking into my eyes imploringly.
I looked around and kicked myself, having forgotten all about him. "Is he here?"
She shook her head.
"Then what?" I looked outside and the storm had intensified. We were getting soaked standing here and if we didn't want to get sick, we were going to have to move.
"He's..." she sniffled.
Whatever she was trying to tell me, it was obviously very difficult. I just held her tight as she gathered herself. Her small, lithe body pressed against mine sent my hormones into overdrive. My cock sprung to life and my mind raced with naughty thoughts. I towered over her and when I looked down, I could see half of her breast through her nightie. Oh God.
"He's forbidden me to leave the house without his permission." She began bawling harder.
Find out what happens when the lights go out...
When a big storm hits in the middle of the night, cutting the power to the neighborhood, Katie runs to the only man who can protect her: her big, black next door neighbor. Steve is all too happy to comfort frightened Katie while her husband’s away on a business trip.
Excerpt:
I heard the vicious peal of thunder just above and looked out the window when I saw it: a blinding flash of light that struck a transformer just in front of my house. Holy shit! Sparks flew everywhere, the lights flickered for just a second and then...silence; all the power in the whole neighborhood shut off, leaving only the pouring rain for sound.
Luckily, I was prepared for just such an eventuality and had my Mag-Lite near me. I went outside to check the damage and saw to my dismay that there were downed wires and snapped poles all along the street. This wasn't going to be a two-hour fix, this was going to take all night or longer. Perfect. Just as I was getting ready to watch the Monday Night football game of the week.
I looked around and saw that we were pretty much in the epicenter of the storm. Dark, ominous clouds hung overhead like evil sentinels, pouring their wrath down upon the land.
Another streak of lightning danced across the sky - too close for comfort - and I prepared myself for the bang of the thunder. When it came, the windows shook and rattled and for a moment, I thought they were going to break. But, luckily, they held.
Just as the thunder rolled past, I heard a high-pitched scream come from the next-door neighbor's house. That's where Katie lived! Katie and Mark had moved into the neighborhood just a few months ago. They had just gotten married and it was their first house. Rumor had it that they were trying to conceive.
I raced over to see what the commotion was, padding through the mud and rain in bare-feet, my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. I didn't see any lightning near her house, so I wondered if she had slipped and fallen. When I made it to the door, I saw what the problem was: the last peal of thunder blew out her windows and wind and rain were pouring through.
"Thank God you're here," she sobbed as she opened the door for me. "I was just looking out the windows when they blew."
"Are you hurt?"
She nodded. "A little, but nothing a hot bath can't fix."
Another peal of wicked thunder blew by, knocking more glass off the window.
"Come on," I said, "it's not safe here."
I turned and walked out the door, but realized she wasn't following. "What's the matter?"
She looked downward, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes, "I...I can't."
"Why's that?"
"My..." she wiped a tear and turned away from me.
I came up to her and put my large, black arms around her. "What's the matter?" I asked and realized she was crying. I cannot honestly say that I hadn't had bad thoughts about her. She was a very beautiful nineteen-year-old young lady with long-flowing golden hair, green eyes and extremely long legs. I'd had many jerking sessions thinking of nothing more than kissing her pouty lips and sliding my cock into her ovulating pussy.
"It's my husband," she said finally, looking into my eyes imploringly.
I looked around and kicked myself, having forgotten all about him. "Is he here?"
She shook her head.
"Then what?" I looked outside and the storm had intensified. We were getting soaked standing here and if we didn't want to get sick, we were going to have to move.
"He's..." she sniffled.
Whatever she was trying to tell me, it was obviously very difficult. I just held her tight as she gathered herself. Her small, lithe body pressed against mine sent my hormones into overdrive. My cock sprung to life and my mind raced with naughty thoughts. I towered over her and when I looked down, I could see half of her breast through her nightie. Oh God.
"He's forbidden me to leave the house without his permission." She began bawling harder.
