Locked Down, Turned Up

Chapter 1: Stranded and Stunned

Hey, it’s Cathy Shaner here, and let me tell ya, my life just took a hard left into what-the-fuck territory. I landed in Minneapolis for a boring-ass business conference, only to find out the whole damn country’s on lockdown. No flights, no travel, just a big fat ‘shelter in place’ order for at least six months. I freaked, called my husband Galen, and he’s all calm like, ‘Just get to the hotel, babe, and call me when you’re safe.’ Easy for him to say—he’s not the one stranded in a city full of strangers.

So, I haul my ass to the hotel, and the chick at the desk hits me with more bad news. Conference? Canceled. Hotel? Packed to the brim with stranded souls like me. And get this—they’re doubling up guests in rooms. One bed, one stranger. My roommate? Some dude named Marcus Black. The name rings a bell, but I can’t place it. I’m too busy stressing about sharing a bed with some rando to think straight.

I drag my suitcase to the room, swing open the door, and—holy shit. There he is, sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs that leave *nothing* to the imagination. Marcus Black. I know exactly who he is now. I’ve seen every single one of his porn videos—multiple times. And let me tell ya, those muscles? They’re twice as massive in person. Like, how is this dude even real? He’s a fucking mountain of a man, 6’9” of pure, hulking power, and the musky, masculine scent rolling off him hits me like a freight train. My brain short-circuits. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but stare.

‘Yo, what’s good, ma?’ he drawls, his voice deep and rough, straight outta the streets. ‘I’m Marcus. And damn, they hooked me up with a fine-ass PAWG for a roommate. We gon’ have some fun, shorty.’

I snap outta my daze, crossing my arms under my 40DDD tits, pushing ‘em up in my tight top. ‘I’m Cathy,’ I shoot back, trying to keep my cool even though my heart’s pounding. ‘And let’s get one thing straight—I’m not some easy lay. I’m married.’

He grins, showing off a gap between his front teeth, his tiny brown eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Married, huh? That lil’ ring ain’t stoppin’ shit. I’mma spend every wakin’ second of this lockdown fuckin’ you, turnin’ you into my slut. You gon’ be cravin’ black dick by the time I’m done.’

I should be pissed, right? I should slap him or storm out. But instead, my body’s betraying me. Heat pools between my thighs, and I can feel my pussy getting wet just from his words. I’ve fantasized about a man like this for years—someone dominant, someone with a cock that could wreck me, unlike Galen’s timid ass and his sad little dick. Marcus is everything I’ve dreamed of, and he’s right here, staring at me like I’m his next meal.

‘You talk a big game,’ I say, stepping closer, my platform heels clicking on the floor, my short skirt riding up just enough to tease. ‘But I’m not some porn star groupie. You’re gonna have to work for it.’

He sits up, his muscles flexing with every move, and I swear I can see the outline of something *massive* straining against those briefs. ‘Oh, I work hard, ma. Real hard. You ain’t ready for what I’m packin’.’

I smirk, tossing my dark red hair. ‘Try me, big guy. I don’t break easy.’

He stands, towering over my 5’1” frame, and steps close—so close I can feel the heat radiating off him. His scent is intoxicating, making my head spin. ‘Bet,’ he growls, his hand brushing my hip. ‘I’mma have you drippin’ wet, beggin’ for this cock before the night’s over.’

My breath hitches, and I know I’m in deep. My body’s screaming for him, my pussy already aching, and I’m half a second from ripping those briefs off myself. This lockdown just got a whole lot more interesting.