Her car had broken down at the worst possible time. After dark in a bad neighborhood. She started looking for a pay phone. Her cell phone was out of range. She mostly ignored the rude comments and invitations. She finally found an open bar with a working pay phone to call for a tow. And a cab.
When she turned back from the phone, they were all around her. Mostly drunk and all mean. She kept her back to the wall.
"We ain't had a piece of white ass since that do-good social worker came around," said one, looking her up and down. "Whatcha think boys? Think this one'll last longer?" Whistles and crude comments from the others.
She was more angry than afraid and it showed. She gestured to a dimly seen figure at the other end of the bar. "I'd rather go with him than let you lot near me," she said coldly.
"Hey Panther!" called one derisively, "she wants you!"
The man called Panther stood up. Easily seven feet tall and well muscled. He moved through the crowd of drunks, softly, with silent, deadly grace. She found herself looking up into cold black eyes. His skin was truly black and he was very handsome. She did not flinch when he caressed her cheek, watching the contrast of his black fingers against her white skin.
"I will call you Snow," he said softly. His voice was deep, softly growling. Then he smiled at her and she was lost. She dimly heard the others complaining as he put his arm around her shoulders and led her to a table in the corner. A large brandy was automatically set before him. He looked at her, a question.
She shook her head. "Coffee or tea," she said quietly. He gestured and she was given coffee. She stayed beside him, remaining silent when the cabbie she had called came looking for his fare. Panther's black eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Closing time. Soon they were the only ones left. He drew her to her feet. His black eyes held hers. "Leave your clothes here, Snow," he said, "you will not need them."
She found her self slowly removing her clothes, folding and laying them on the table, placing her shoes and purse beside them. A sudden stab of doubt went through her. Why was she giving him such total control? She trembled suddenly, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She felt her nipples harden as she gave herself into his hands. Dimly, she wondered at herself. She was naked, walking calmly with him to his car, passing the last of the bar's patrons. And not caring. He put her into the back seat and got in with her. Panther's driver immediately drove off.
Panther pulled her into his lap and began caressing her body. She lay against him, quivering as his large hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. He put his head to her breasts and began sucking on her nipples, pulling them through his teeth. She arched to his lips, moaning softly, her hands caressing his head. He spent the entire trip teasing and stimulating her breasts. When the car stopped, he carried her into his house. He had a special room for her. Large. Comfortable. And soundproofed.
He laid her on the huge bed. She watched him strip. A low moan as she finally saw him naked. He had the sleek body of his namesake and a long, thick penis cushioned on large, firm testicles. She hesitantly touched his penis. Hot and smooth. Then she kissed the very tip, her tongue teasing. He began to swell in her hands. She licked and kissed his growing length, occasionally sucking on the large testicles.
He eased her away from him, pleased at her soft sound of protest. Then he tied her to the bed. Black eyes gleaming, he moved over her. He began pushing into her with slow persistence. Her moans changed to whimpers of pain as the pain of his slow penetration began. The huge glans was as big as a clenched fist and it was stretching her impossibly wide. She was writhing, shuddering in pain.
