“I’ve got an outfit I only wear for special occasions but I thought I’d break it out for you since you were such a good boy today. You know, most men would have never come back, but you did, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess-”
She reached down and pulled his hair, “That was a rhetorical fucking question, asshole! Now shut the fuck up!” Crystal put her smile back on as quickly as it left and finished unbuttoning her sweater. As she pulled it off Brian looked up at her sexy tits stretching against a white tank top that had a big pair of red lipstick marks and the words I LOVE BIG BLACK COCK scrawled across it. She then stood up and pulled her pants down over her shapely hips to expose a white thong that read in bold letters BLACK COCK ONLY.
Settling down and sitting on his hips, Crystal ground her mound against Brian’s abdomen. He could feel the tip of his dick just barely touching her ass cheeks as she did. “I got these online awhile ago, right around when we started dating. I normally wear them for my black lovers but I thought I’d show them to you. Do you think I look sexy in them? It’s okay, you can answer now.”
“You bought those while we were dating?” Brian asked, his throat dry and scratchy.
Crystal slipped her fingers into her thong and started rubbing her clit. The words BLACK COCK ONLY expanded as her knuckles stretched against the fabric. “Oh, definitely. Of course I had been with black men well before you. You see, there is a quality about a black man that just does something to a white woman that you can never appreciate, or duplicate for that matter. So do I look sexy to you, Brian? Answer yes or no.”
“Y-y-yeah.”
“Thank you, my darling boyfriend. Now, I thought about today and how that might have been a lot for you to take in all at once. So I decided to do something special for you.” Crystal leaned forward and reached into her open toy drawer. As she did, one of her tits slid across Brian’s face and he snaked his tongue out to lick it. She giggled at his tongue’s touch and then disappointingly sat back up again, this time holding a large black dildo and a bottle of lubricant.
“You’re not going to touch me with that are you?” Brian stared at her, suddenly nervous.
“No, of course not.”
Brian’s eyes fearfully trained on the rubber toy and the blonde grew exasperated quickly. “Look at you, you fucking homophobe! Watch out, I’m going to rub it on you…” Crystal sang out, taunting him by lightly slapping it against his chest and his cheeks and Brian struggled against the handcuffs and tried to turn his face away.
“Stop it! Stop!”
“HAHAHAHA!” Crystal laughed out loud. “Don’t worry, loser. I wouldn’t ruin one of my favorite toys by using it on you.” Despite being stung by the ‘loser’ comment, Brian calmed somewhat knowing the black dildo was not meant for him.
She poured the lube over the dildo’s head and jacked it off, slicking it up along its length. Sliding her panties to the side she pushed the dildo head into her pussy and took a deep breath. Then she pushed it slowly into her until the entire length was buried in her bald pussy. “Oh, that always feels soooo good.”
Brian watched as his girlfriend fucked the toy right over his chest, a mere foot away from his face. His dick was aching from being hard, his balls were starting to hurt from not cumming. He strained his hips to try to rub himself against her ass cheeks but to no avail. She slid herself backwards though so her soft ass cheeks were resting on his dick and she began to slide her weight against him as she continued to hammer the dildo in and out of her sopping hole.
“Are you trying to touch me with your little boy cock? You know it could never please me, right? I need a big fat black cock to make my little white cunt happy. A fat black cock like this one. Oooooh, fuck yeah! Watch it, you dirty little boy. I want you to think about this tonight too when you are in bed, wishing you were fucking me, wishing you were man enough to have my sweet bald pussy. Look at it stretching around this thick dick… OH FUCK! GOING TO CUM! Watch me, Brian! Watch me!”
Brian was certainly watching; watching and getting off at the same time. When Crystal started running her ass cheeks on his cock it was too much stimulation for him for him to say no to anything she was doing or saying. His balls felt like they would burst if he didn’t cum soon and the sight of his girlfriend orgasming was just incredible. Her whole body was alight with passion – dirty, filthy, misdirected fantasies but passion nonetheless. Just as he was about to cum she sat up and scooted higher on his chest. A little bit of cum dribbled out of the tip of his penis head but his own orgasm was denied.
“Wait, just a little more, Crystal!” he begged.
“No way, bitch boy. It’s time for you to work that mouth of yours.”
“But I need to cum-”
“You’ll cum when I let you. Now…” the blonde stripper pulled the black dildo from her pussy and it made a sucking sound as it finally escaped. Her wet mound had been perfectly sealed tight by the gigantic sex toy. She brought her pussy so close to his mouth that he could see every droplet of juice from her cunt, every bead of sweat, every last remnant of lubricant clinging to her pink mound. “…now lick me. Do it.”
“But you just-” he began to protest.
“Brian, you have a choice: put your mouth on my pussy or I’m going to fuck your face with this big dildo. Now stick out your tongue and lick me!” Without even waiting for Brian to agree she pulled his hair and drove her slick peach onto his open mouth, and she was just as juicy as a piece of summer fruit. Her wetness coated his tongue and dripped down his chin and coated his nostrils as she humped his face. He could barely breathe; when he managed a breath it was the sweet smell of her femininity suffocating him. His eyes focused on the panties that were stretched to the side and he could read the words BLACK COCK ON-; the LY were folded underneath. Looking up he stared at the tight outline of Crystal’s tits as they stretched out the words BLACK COCK ONLY across her t-shirt clad chest. How many black men had she been with? How many had she fucked since she and Brian started dating? And where did she get these from? How many women were there in the world that were so infatuated with black men that clothes would be designed with these messages?
“Ooh, that’s it, Brian. Keep licking me! Lick me you little dicked fucker! Lick me and maybe I’ll touch your pathetic tiny cock!”
The hope of relief spurred him to run his tongue rapidly along her clit like he had seen in so many lesbian movies, and Crystal’s moans told him that his first time eating pussy was a success. He was finally having sexual contact with a woman that didn’t involve being rejected, being pushed away, or being laughed at. Or was he? His girlfriend certainly had done all of those things to him and worse. So why was he allowing this to continue? Was he so desperate for a girl’s touch that he would humiliate himself?
“Ohhhh,” Crystal moaned. “Sooo clooose! Oh right there… Right there! RIGHT THERE! Lick it! Lick my pussy! Cumming! OOOOOOH!” Crystal tugged his hair hard and shook above him. Her whole crotch was completely covering Brian’s nose and mouth and for a few seconds he struggled for air. When she was fully satisfied she got up off his face and began to un-cuff him.
“Hey, what about me?” he asked, rubbing his sore wrists where the cuffs left their imprints.
“What about you?” she retorted while putting her pants back on.
“You said you were going to touch me!”
“I said I might. But I never said it was going to be today.”
“Oh, come on Crystal. I am ready to explode here. You have to help me out!”
She smiled deviously, “You have two hands still; go ahead and do it yourself. Here, use these when you are done.” She tossed him a tissue box, turned around, and walked out of the room and into the kitchen where Brian heard her making some coffee.
Brian did exactly what she told him to and jacked himself off, the taste of Crystal’s pussy still clinging to his lips.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
It was easy to string the teenage boy along. W
hen he arrived at the apartment Crystal greeted him warmly with a French kiss and rubbing her hand along his crotch. It didn’t take much to work him up into a frenzy that had him pulling off her tight clinging red sweatshirt to reveal her t-shirt underneath. This one had a solid black male symbol with an extra long arrow piercing a white female symbol. Off to the side was a white male symbol with a ‘limp’ arrow. It didn’t take much effort to figure out what it meant.
“How many of those shirts do you have?” he asked, frustrated. His hard-on was already waning at the sight of it.
“A few,” she smiled innocently. “I like how they fit. Now pull down your pants and jack off for me.”
“Crystal, can we do something else? I don’t know if you care or not but I feel like shit every time you pull something like this.”
“Well, I was going to surprise you with a gift, but if you are going to be difficult-”
“No! Wait! I- uh, I’ll be good. Here…” He pulled his pants down and his underwear in one tug and began to masturbate in her living room.
She smiled and stripped out of her jeans to reveal a matching pair of panties with the interlocking black male-white female symbols. Once she was just in her undies, Crystal seductively walked around her boyfriend, running her fingers teasingly along his skin, just barely missing his cock as she tickled him along his balls. Brian had seen her act this way at the strip club and it was obvious she was well practiced in stringing men along. “Aww, look how cute it is,” she said patronizingly. “It’s like a bite size candy!”
Her laugh was distracting and he felt himself getting limp. “You know size doesn’t matter,” he stated boldly, although when he would look back on the day he would realize how silly he sounded jacking off with his pants around his ankles.
“Yeah, right! Who told you that? Oh, you mean another girl who wouldn’t be bothered touching that sorry excuse for a penis? Hurry up, Brian! You better not be getting limp dick on me.”
“I’m trying. I guess I’m just distracted.”
“By what?”
“Well, I dunno. I guess with you and all this black guy stuff and sleeping with all these other guys but you don’t seem to want to sleep with me.”
“You’re not getting jealous again, are you, Brian? Because you know I don’t like it when you are jealous.”
“No! Not at all! I am just, you know…”
She stared at him icily, “What? You are just what, Brian?”
“Okay, like, how would you feel if I was sleeping with somebody else?”
Crystal laughed. It wasn’t just a chuckle but a belly laugh, “HAHAHA! With that thing?!” she managed to cackle as she pointed at his crotch. “Okay, I’ll tell you what. Go find a girl who will actually sleep with a guy who has a five inch dick and I’ll have sex with you. How’s that?”
“You mean you won’t be upset?”
Crystal rocked back on her cushy sofa and grabbed the phone from the table behind her. “No, not at all. In fact I want to talk to the girl if you can find her. If she agrees then you can have both of us. At the same time even! Is that good enough for you?”
Brian nodded but inside he was worried. What if he couldn’t find a girl? What if he did and she said no? What if Crystal was right?
Weeks went by with Brian doing his best to find another girl who would take an interest in him, but nothing seemed to work. In fact the only time another girl would give him the time of day was when Crystal was with him. Then the women looked at him. There was one particular summer day when Brian was with Crystal at the mall picking out a new Coach purse. The blonde sales associate kept staring at him, a small but noticeable smile adorned her face.
“You think she’s pretty?” Crystal asked him, catching him as he admired the second blonde.
“Uhm, no, I mean she’s all right,” he pitifully covered himself.
“Bullshit, Brian. You’d fuck her in a second. Tell the truth.”
“Well, she isn’t as pretty as you,” he tried.
Crystal cocked her head, “True, but she is pretty hot. Do you want her? You can have her. That is, you can have her if you can have her.”
“No way, serious?”
“Go for it, boyfriend. Oh, and buy this purse for me while you are at it.”
Brian nervously approached the counter with the handbag and placed it on the counter. The girl –Penny her name tag read- smiled at him as she pulled the security clamp from the inside.
“So, is this for your girlfriend over there?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, she’s my girlfriend, but we date other people. I mean, she’s cool with me going out with whoever I want.”
“Well… That’s nice, I guess.” Penny sensed his awkwardness and the smile went forced.
Brian knew he was blowing his opportunity and his face turned red. Still he couldn’t shut himself up, “Yeah… So, Penny do you have a boyfriend?”
“Oh! Thanks, but I don’t know if you’re really my type. That’ll be $294.16 total.”
She couldn’t even bother to lie? he thought. Brian felt like running from the store but Crystal snuck up from behind and grabbed his arm, planting him firmly in place. “Thanks, honey! You are such a good boyfriend.” She looked up at Penny, “Don’t you think?”
The girl responded from the counter as she handed the bag to him, “Well it certainly is a nice gift. Thanks for coming in!”
Brian whispered he wanted to leave and the couple stepped out back into the mall traffic. “Well, that was embarrassing,” he sighed.
“Aww, sweetie. It’s okay. You really tried hard. Too bad, I was looking forward to seeing you pull it off.”
“Yeah, right.” Brian rolled his eyes and sat on the wall edge of one of the planters that decorated the center of the walkway. The sound of the nearby water fountain clamored away and mixed with the voices and old school Madonna music in the background.
“I’m serious,” she reaffirmed.
“Don’t bother. I know this was just your way of showing how another woman doesn’t want me.”
“Brian, I’ll be right back. Stay here.” Crystal walked back into the store and up to purse-selling Penny. He watched as they chatted and smiled, gesturing in his direction occasionally. About three minutes into the conversation, he watched Penny right something on a piece of paper and slip it to his girlfriend. She walked out with a big grin on her face waving the slip.
“What’s that?” he asked curiously.
“Penny’s phone number. She said she’d be willing to join us for the weekend.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
*******
That Friday night was excruciating. Brian was cuffed to Crystal’s bed again with his pants clinging inside out to his right leg and his shoes still on. The tie that secured the ball gag was digging into the sides of his mouth and his lips were dry.
Penny had indeed come over to Crystal’s place as promised. After the drinks started flowing the clothes started coming off and the two blondes playfully kissed in front of him. His girlfriend kept whispering things in her ear and the two of them would burst into laughter. Occasionally she would direct some attention his way as well, kissing him deeply and rubbing his crotch through his pants. Penny kept her distance.
Soon after he was on the bed watching the two women embrace and lick and fondle each other. He tried to get in on the action but Crystal swatted his hands away each time. “Get the fuck off her, Brian!” she snapped at him. “In fact, give me your hands.” She ordered him.
Nervously he complied and once again the handcuffs had locked him helplessly to the head board. She grabbed the ball gag out of the drawer as Penny stared wide eyed at the two of them.
“What? I thought you said-”
She interrupted him, “I said you could have Penny if you could convince her to sleep with you. You didn’t – I did.” Crystal shoved the rubber ball in between his teeth and tied it forcefully around his head. “I asked her out so I think I should
get to fuck her. Don’t you think that’s fair?” she questioned, turning to Penny.
The second blonde, having more than enough alcohol in her, ran her hands along Crystals hips, “It only seems fair to me.”
And things degenerated quickly from there. Brian managed to get a couple hand jobs from his girlfriend through the night as he watched the lesbian sex unfold before him. At the culmination of perversity, Crystal had Penny on her hands and knees as she penetrated her with a large pink vibrating strap-on from her drawer of many toys. His so-called girlfriend made a point of comparing it to Brian’s manhood and made Penny choose between fucking him or the strap-on. There she was, looking back and forth from the rubber phallus in Crystal’s hand to Brian’s rigid dick standing straight at attention.
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