“Yeah, sure that’s early but I guess we could… You know… Do whatever you want… Uhm. Okay then. Two?
She just stared at him, “Yeah. Two. Don’t push me Brian. You’re lucky I let you even cum in my hand with that little thing. Now get out. I’ve got to get dressed and I want to do it alone. Go! Go! Go!”
Brian quickly donned his shirt and shoes and walked into the apartment’s hallway as she shut the bedroom door. He silently cursed himself for not grabbing some tissues as the cum on his stomach soaked through his shirt and formed a wet stain that was clearly visible. He shuffled into the bathroom and tried cleaning up the gooey mess but it was too late.
How I Met my Mistress
Crystal and Brian met a few weeks after he graduated from High School, long before Carol Stanwick began her warm-up sessions, months before Sarah’s snooping led her into the arms of her black lover Derrick. Life in the Roxburn Heights cul-de-sac was at the time quite mundane compared to the racy sexual antics and crazy affairs that would begin nine months later. And, although he had no idea what was to come, it was eighteen year old Brian Kinsley that unleashed chaos upon his neighborhood.
It all started when her red Audi broke down on the corner right by his house. On his way to turn in his college course requests for the summer session at the registrar, he stopped as his eyes trained in on a gorgeous woman flagging him down. Her face was cut with high cheekbones and a sharp penetrating eyes accentuated by black mascara. Pure straight blonde hair extended down to a tight top that clung to her round breasts and showed the bumps of her nipples. A short mini-skirt completed the package as her tan thighs were like magnets to the pale Irish boy’s ogling eyes.
“Can you help me?” she asked. “I think my battery is dead.”
Brian didn’t know a thing about fixing cars but was more than capable of jumpstarting a dead battery. She was twenty four years old and was a head turner for sure. Why nobody had stopped to help her he couldn’t understand but the eighteen year old wasn’t about to turn a blind eye to the fortuitous meeting. As a token of gratitude, the blonde babe he jumped (and wanted to personally jump) gave him a free pass to the club where she worked and begged him to come in on Friday night when she was working. As it turned out, the ‘club’ was an upscale strip joint and Crystal was a performer there.
Businessmen in their power suits ribbed each other as they rolled up their sleeves in line. Lap dances at the Thigh High Club ran $25. Drinks started at $10 and made their way up. This was a place well out of Brian’s league and he was three years too young to even walk through the door. But Crystal insisted he come inside and left a note with the bouncers to allow him in. The three hundred pound Samoan who glared at Brian’s driver’s license gave him a small nod and allowed him into the fleshy world of thumping music and gyrating hips.
Brian didn’t think much about strippers being terribly smart, but this young woman seemed to have a lot of things figured out for herself. She had gone to the local college where he and his sister took classes and told him how she was very close to getting her degree. As it turned out, some family issues kept her from completing her needed courses but what those issues were she wouldn’t elaborate on. She worked fifteen hours per week and still managed to keep a nice apartment and a great car. Crystal was the girl who seemed to have everything, except a boyfriend.
To say the blonde was flirty was an understatement. Brian’s friends told him that she was just working him over for his wallet but the whole night she never asked for a dime. He got a free drink and free lap dances and even got a double-girl dance from Crystal and ‘Bambi’ in the VIP room that made him cream in his shorts. And she invited him back.
The teenage redheaded boy went into the club about twelve times after that first and only asked for lap dances from her – Crystal’s request. It was an easy enough commitment even though after the first night she began charging him. Her smell was intoxicating and her body was just to die for. He had jokingly said that he wanted to take her out sometime and was surprised when she agreed to go have breakfast one morning. It was like a dream! Each week he took the twenty four year old beauty out to the mall, out to the movies, out to dinner. The only one to not meet her was Brian’s father but even he was impressed (and relieved) his son had a girlfriend finally. He did manage to bring her to meet his sister and his mom at a family event and everyone shook his hand and punched him in the shoulder in a male bonding ritual, asking where he got such a girl. He never said. Crystal didn’t want people knowing she was a stripper – at least not “Brian’s people”.
“It’s too weird with them knowing. What would your mom think?” Her puppy dog eyes were enough to convince him to keep it quiet. Of course, shutting his friends up on the matter would take some effort but for this girl he did anything.
For Brian, this was something that he never expected and felt he never deserved, but soon he wanted more. Who could blame him? It was love, for sure. His attempts to bring their physical relationship closer was put off over and over again, with the only ‘action’ he was getting being a passionate kiss at surprising times. And then there were the lap dances… when he paid for them. Still, he had never gotten to touch her with his hands more than over her clothes. He eventually started complaining but somehow Crystal always ended up getting her way and he just let her roll over him. It drove him nuts that all these other guys got to handle her while she danced at the club, but she made it abundantly clear that she would stop seeing the eighteen year old the moment he even hinted at being jealous.
“I don’t mind you calling me your girlfriend and showing me off, Brian. But just remember I am still allowed to see other guys. If you can’t handle that, then keep walking.”
“Call you my girlfriend? I thought you were my girlfriend.”
“Brian, I am free to do what I want and see who I want. Now I want to see you too but don’t piss me off. Can you cope with that?” Her stern look told him that Crystal was not screwing around. Did she want him? Not want him? He couldn’t tell. And so Brian learned to just deal with his new girlfriend’s attitude; he was a boy enraptured by her beauty.
“Come on,” she barked, “I need to work late tonight and I want something special to wear.”
The show before the show
Brian knocked on the apartment door and waited as the August sun beat down on him. She had buzzed him in at the gate so he wasn’t sure what was taking her so long. Impatiently, the eighteen year old knocked again just as Crystal opened the door wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her everything. “I said I was coming!” she snapped.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he told her stepping inside and rubbing his hands together. Crystal was wearing his favorite perfume and he noticed that her skin was glistening with sweat.
“Oh, that’s okay. Listen, I’ve got some company over right now so I just want you to wait in the living room while we finish up, okay?”
He looked at her puzzlingly, “What do you mean? Is he like a client or something?”
“No!” she stared him down, “I’m not a prostitute, asshole. He’s somebody I met at the club a few weeks back and we went out last night and now we’re in the bedroom. You don’t have a problem with that, do you? Do you?”
Brian wasn’t sure what to do with himself or Crystal. Here she was supposedly sleeping with somebody she met last night and yet he had gotten three months of dates and nothing to even come close to taking his virginity. “I uh, just, well, uhmm. No, that’s fine. I’ll just sit I guess.”
“Good boy,” she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Be right back!” she sang as she skipped back to the bedroom. Brian looked in the doorway and noticed a naked black man with the darkest skin he had ever seen standing there by the bed. He tried not to look but he couldn’t help but stare at the massive cock that hung between his legs. He had no idea how the stranger measured up but his dick dangled mid thigh and looked as thicker than a kielbasa. The guy stuck his thumb in Brian’s direction
and Crystal answered, “Oh, that’s just my boyfriend. So where were we?” She practically jumped into his arms and one of them kicked the door shut. It bounced off the door frame and rebounded back open just a tad.
Brian sat down on the sofa and internally raged. He couldn’t believe some black fucker was having sex with his girlfriend while he was forced to wait and do nothing until they finished. Externally he was as still as a doe, sitting on the edge of the sofa while the sounds of Crystal’s mouth sucking on a cock emanated from her room.
“You have a magnificent cock, you know that? I could suck this all day long.”
“Why don’t you, girl?” the black man said.
“Because I want it in my pussy more. I love watching your big black shaft penetrating me. It’s so sexy. I don’t know how I went two days without fucking you, Maurice.”
Two days? Brian wondered. Two days ago I bought her a sexy anklet and all she did was let me put it on her then tell me she had to go out with a friend that night. He listened as the dark stranger flung his girlfriend on the bed and the squeaking sounds of bedsprings started up. He turned on her TV set and flipped through the channels, turning the volume up higher as the sounds of his girlfriend’s moans increased. There was no avoiding the groans and screams of pleasure, however, without blasting the sound out and so the eighteen year old sat there feeling betrayed. He wasn’t just betrayed by his girlfriend but by himself; his dick was hard from listening to Crystal’s orgasmic delights, much to his chagrin.
Looking at his watch, he began to wonder how long they would be at it. What are they doing in there? You would think they’d be finished by now. He got up, glanced down the hallway at the doorway, and noticed it was open by just enough to peak in. Curiosity got the better of the teenage boy who tiptoed down the hall and peered through the opening. Crystal was bouncing up and down on the black guy’s enormous shaft as she faced away from him in a reverse cowgirl position. Her shaved pussy was pink and stretched around what was clearly the largest cock Brian had ever seen. Even in porn movies they were smaller than this guy who was fucking his girlfriend. Crystal said she needed more than Brian could give her and now she was certainly getting it. The look on her face told him everything – she was being satisfied completely. Her breasts were bouncing up and down and the man’s hands were gripping her hips to assist the ride she was taking on his black dong.
“Fuck me, Maurice! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! GOD I LOVE BLACK COCK! I LOVE IT!”
In response to her begging her lover pumped upward into her and rapidly pounded her, his balls slapping up against her pussy as he did. “Damn you are so fuckin’ tight, girl! That pussy is so wet. You like fuckin’ me with your boyfriend in the next room?”
Crystal seemed to glance at the doorway and smile evilly, “Oh I can’t stop. I can’t! I need you in me, Maurice! OH! Oh, god I am going to cum! CUMMING! FUCK ME! YESSSSS!”
Brian was rubbing his dick through his pants at this point, shocked and amazed and offended and turned on by the display his girlfriend was putting on. It almost seemed like she knew he was watching; she certainly knew he was in the apartment and probably invited him over for the sole purpose of showing him her black lover. He was considering leaving the apartment at that moment but the temptation of watching her was too great, and so he remained. The teenager quietly undid his pants and pulled his five inch white penis out to tug on it. He looked down at it and felt terribly small and inadequate. I guess size DOES matter, he thought. The confusing moment resulted in Brian spitting on his palm and jerking off as Crystal rolled onto her back and took her lover deep inside again. They were in a missionary position now as her sexy tan legs wrapped around the man’s dark skin and her arms gripped him tightly.
“More! More! I want your cock so fucking bad!” she screamed. The man was biting her earlobes and sucking on the back of her neck as she turned and faced the doorway. Yes, it was clear now she knew Brian was there and her smiled broadened at the knowledge. “Ooh yeah, fuck me with your big BLACK cock!”
The Negro man goaded her, “You want me or your boyfriend to fuck you?”
“You!” she immediately responded. “Definitely you! I’ll never fuck a white boy again! Only black men with big hard black dicks…”
Brian shot his load all over his hand and some of it dribbled onto the carpet as well. The semen escaping its bounds made his knees wobble and was a sad reminder that he was still a virgin. A virgin whose girlfriend just swore she would never have sex with white guys.
Why did I jack off to this? What the hell is wrong with me? The eighteen year old pulled up his pants quickly and grabbed a piece of toilet paper from the bathroom to clean up his hand. He couldn’t understand why he let Crystal humiliate him in front of this other guy. Why did she even want him around?
In anger he walked out the front door and slammed it behind him. The day was ruined and all he wanted to do was go home and forget about her. Brian tried not to cry as he realized that his dream girl had gone out of her way to betray and insult him.
*******
Back in his own house and in a new pair of pants, Brian sat staring at the X-Box game. His girlfriend had just called him and asked him to come over. “Is he going to be over still?”
“No, he won’t. It will just be you and me. I have a sexy outfit I want you to see me in.”
“But, what about us? I mean, this is- you were- he was…”
“Brian, you aren’t getting jealous again are you?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t know!”
“Well, come over and we’ll talk about things.”
Brian was frustrated with himself for saying yes, but was hopeful that Crystal would apologize. Who knew, maybe there was a chance to save the relationship?
Brian gets a-licking
“Hi, honey!” Crystal greeted him warmly at the door, taking his jacket from him and kissing him hard on the mouth. He panicked at the thought of another man’s juices still clinging to her lips and pushed her away instinctively.
“Don’t push me away, little man.” She taunted him. “I’m trying to say sorry for surprising you today.”
“Why don’t you just say sorry then?” he replied defensively.
“Because,” she stepped closer, “Some people ‘say’ apologies and some people ‘do’ apologies.” Crystal’s expression went from hardened to pouting to seductive in just a matter of seconds. She was manipulating him and he knew it. He knew it and yet did nothing as she drew closer still and kissed him.
“Don’t you want me to do something, boyfriend?” Slowly at first they brushed lips but soon she forced her open mouth on his and pulled his hair back. Brian pressed back against her and quickly ran his hands up her shirt and over her breasts. His girlfriend didn’t stop him this time and instead rubbed her thigh against his crotch lightly as they made out in the living room. It was the first time she had ever let him touch her tits with his hands. Her breasts seem firm and for a second he wondered if she had gotten a boob job. Her soft thigh rubbing against him and smooth skin made the teen realize he didn’t care. Brian was as stiff as a board and couldn’t believe how Crystal had come around to being with him, but soon had those hopes dashed as she pushed him away.
“That’s enough!” she scolded her teenage boyfriend, knocking him back into the door.
“What the hell?” Brian yelled at her.
“I said that’s enough… For now,” she smiled at him teasingly. “Come into the bedroom and get undressed. Brian looked at her for a moment, half expecting her to be kidding. When he realized she was being serious, he practically ran past the sexy blonde to get to the bedroom and began stripping out of his clothes. By the time she strolled into her room, Crystal found Brian naked with the exception of one white tube sock. Looking down she noticed his ‘little soldier’ out at attention. He started to move toward her.
“My! Somebody is anxious. No, no! Before you even try anything with me I want you to lie down on the bed. Go on, be a good boy. Lie down.
”
Brian jumped on the bed and moved to the side so there was room for Crystal to lie next to him. His girlfriend sat on the edge of the bed and opened up her drawer of sex toys, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. She had some music playing from her computer and soon the teenage boy found his girlfriend doing a sexy dance over him with her tight pants and button down sweater. She knelt and straddled his body and rubbed her crotch against his bare penis – the fabric was rough but Brian couldn’t care in the least. Crystal ran her soft fingers seductively along his freckled arms and gently pulled his hands up to cuff them to the bed. With delicate touches she ran her fingers over his chest and then began unbuttoning her sweater.
He tried to speak but she simply put her finger out and shushed him, “Don’t speak unless spoken to, boyfriend. Today is a test to see if you have any redeeming value at all. This-” she said, reaching back and slapping his stiff member, “-doesn’t cut it. So we’ll see what else you can contribute.
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