***This is erotic story is based on one of my real life sexperiences.***
Never say never. Not never. Until the moment I looked into his big doe eyes I had told myself that I would NEVER date a white man. Ever! Attraction is a bitch. She wants what she wants, she begs, pleads and forces you to serve her will at once. Never ever…yet, instantly there I stood trying to figure out how to get this white boy out of the paws of my friends. I knew that I didn’t like white men but never did I even think to ponder whether he would be attracted to the one brown girl in the room. He sure seemed to be “playing” playfully with the two white chicks all while his eyes were locked on me. The question wasn’t if I could bed him? The question was…how quickly would I have him alone and locked in my room?
The evening had started like most evenings started for my Psycho Bestie and I in the dorms. Two single girls, bored, pretty much broke, stuck in a town with not much of a nightlife…well, unless you wanted to pay to see the same faces you could see in the dorms for free. We weren’t headed anywhere other than maybe the closest liquor store with her fake ID. Looking back on it, I think that is exactly what we had just finished doing when P.B. decided we should check in on my dorm mate. We could always count on her making both of us feel normal and conservative. We had alcohol, Dorm Mate loved to drink and under the influence she would do and say just about anything. Let the games begin…
We ran out of P.B.’s room, into mine, unlocked the first bathroom door and tried to open the adjoining bathroom door. Locked. Dammit! We could hear her and a male guest. We knocked and loudly called her name. No response. We kept calling her name LOUDLY! She kept ignoring us. So, we started chanting…”STOP SUCKING AND FUCKING AND LET US WATCH!” He laughed louder than we had been calling. She flung open the door and there behind her stood the most gorgeous white man I had ever seen in my life, until that moment, right then and there my appetite for white meat reared it’s head.
Dorm Mate introduced him to Psycho Bestie and I. I could instantly tell that P.B. was interested or was it the sexual tension between her and Dorm Mate that I was sensing, again? Out came the alcohol. The drinking was fast, loose and furious. First, they began talking about sex to him. I kept quiet. I wanted to come off as classy because his eyes were dreamy. From somewhere emerged a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a blindfold. What the fuck were these even sluttier than me bitches doing? They cuffed him to a chair, blindfolded him, then decided they needed to run back to P.B.’s room for more alcohol and other torture tools.
“Your friends are wild. You want to at least take this blindfold off of me so I can see you and know I’m not here alone in an empty room?” He begged.
“I don’t think I’m allowed to do that. God knows what those crazy bitches will do to me if I let their captive have some comfort. Besides you are the one who is having all the fun.” Yes, it was a dig. I wanted to see what his rebuttal would be. As quickly as he smirked and started to answer the two crazies were running back in giggling and hitting the bottles. These two would not make “this” easy for me. They were willing, ready and able to provide him with all sorts of strange fuckery for the remainder of night and well into the early morning.
What continued was a strange mixture of drinking, laughing and teasing. They had come back with hospital grade patient restraints. He was not going to be escaping that chair anytime soon. They took the cuffs off him so that they could remove his shirt. They tied his arms behind his back this time, pulled his pants off and spread his legs apart to tie one ankle to each side of the chair. They had fruits and whip cream. Those began going in and out all three of their mouths. Kisses being planted all over his body by them. Their two sets of hands worked in unison and managed to pull out his penis through the opening in his boxers. They took turns trying to get him hard. It started to work.
“Let me watch!” He demanded.
They both laughed and one responded, “It’s up to L-A…she’s the one in charge now.”
“You? You’re the one leading them?” He asked me.
“Um…I don’t know what the fuck you are thinking but that’s been all them. I’m just watching and keeping tipsy. I think you two should NOT let him watch. Which one of you two is going to fuck him first? That’s IF he ever gets it up.” I was willing to see how white folks got down. I never had watched much porn before. This could be interesting. Maybe.
The girls laughed. They were too drunk at this point to really do much talking. Everything was now funny to them. They discussed whether they should take some E that Dorm Mate had gotten at a Rave. They decided against it mainly because he refused to take any with them. They took his blindfold off and began to give him head together. His eyes kept going from me to them…them to me. Okay, this was getting a little weird. It was a bit much for this brown girl. Giving him head to them meant: Dorm Mate forcing his dick in Pyscho Bestie’s mouth, Psycho Bestie taking it deep into her throat showing off her lack of gag reflex and then Dorm Mate kissing around his shaft and tonguing P.B. every chance she got. They started licking him instead. Their tongues intertwining up, down and around his thick cock. Dorm Mate took her own top off, followed by her black lace bra and then P.B.’s top revealing that she had no bra on. P.B. kept one hand and her mouth on his dick while fondling Dorm Mate’s left breast with her other hand. Dorm Mate had one hand in her own pants, the other in P.B.’s pants and her mouth sucking hard on P.B.’s right tit.
They were all entangled. It look like a soon to be X rated version of adult twister. The pussy fingering Dorm Mate had started was becoming faster and forceable. She wanted pussy. P.B. began to moan. He kept staring at me. He wasn’t even watching them. He was only watching me watch them.
“I think he wants you to help us.” Dorm Mate called out. This bitch wanted pussy and I wanted no part of that.
“That’s too bad for him.” I said in a grouchy voice.
“You. You okay, L-A? You okay with all this?” Psycho Bestie called.
“Yeah, I’m good. Unlike you guys though I have to work in the morning. I think that is enough drinking for me. Y’all have fun.” I announced and walked out through the bathroom doors and shut the one on my end. Quickly, Psycho Bestie followed topless, pants unbuttoned, her face all flushed red.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Yes, have fun. I just have to get up early and I’m getting a headache from the beer. You know how I get when I drink too much beer and then slow down drinking it. Go. Go have fun.” I assured her.
“I just don’t want you mad at me. You like him don’t you?” She stated more than asked.
I told her I didn’t. I reminded her that I wasn’t attracted to white guys. She said that she knew but that but she KNEW to this one I was. She assured me she wouldn’t sleep with him and that in fact she would stop doing stuff to him. She went back through the bathroom doors. I heard them all talking. His voice louder than theirs. Was he talking loudly for my benefit? Dorm Mate sounded disappointed. Psycho Bestie was being quiet. I heard him say his goodbyes then I heard her front door shut loudly. The girls giggled and turned on some music. There was a knock at my front door.
I went to the door. It sure was him. He asked if he could come in. He began by apologizing for letting things get out of hand. He asked if we could talk. That WAS interest I had kept seeing in his eyes each time he looked at me. We chatted. He complimented me a lot. We started sitting closer and talking less. The sexual tension was growing. After what just had gone on in the adjoining room he and I were both pretty worked up. I know I was wet. His eyes kept looking bigger and dreamier. His lips looked so big, soft and juicy. He smiled. I smiled. We knew. We kissed. He backed off quickly.
He told me he really liked me. I told him I really liked him. We both agreed we didn’t want to have sex then and there. We both lied. We both wanted it badly. We said we wouldn’t go any further than making out. We got in my bed and started making out. Through his pants, I noticed that his dick had grown harder and thicker than before with them. I was so wet. We both kept saying we wouldn’t go further than making out. We continued kissing, rubbing, touching, grinding all while keeping all our clothes on. His dick was way too hard now. His hand traveled up my skirt, circumventing my wet panties and two of his fingers went deep into me while his thumb was stroking my clit. Then he stopped! He said he didn’t want it to be like this with me and got out of the bed.
He put his coat on and said he really, really liked me. I told him I really, really liked him. He said he wanted to see me again tomorrow. He said he didn’t want to make decisions with clouded vision. He kissed my forehead then headed towards my door. I got out of bed and met him at the door. He hugged me and put his chin on the top of my head.
“I didn’t realize how small you were before. You are tiny when not in heels.” He said.
I just looked up at him and nodded. I didn’t want to let go of him. I didn’t think he would be back the next day. Is this how the night would end? Would this be the last I would see of him?
To getting when the getting is good!
