The Date

I met her after responding to her ad on CL.  Her ad said she was looking for a guy who really knows who he is, and I thought I did.  It's funny how certain events can change your life forever.

We met at a coffee shop as our neutral meetin point.  I was slightly concerned that people who post on Craigslist could never be as attractive as the picture she sent.  It felt like a trap.  I sat at my table by the window watching the cars come and go from the parking lot.  In pulls a lime green VW Bug.  It was like slow motion watching her long lucious legs find the pavement.  I had just enough time to close my mouth, stop drooling, and act like I wasn't a creep before she sat down at my table.  I stood as she sat, shaking hands with her daintily.  

I became increasingly comfortable over the next hour of conversation.  We had a lot in common. She smiled warmly as I spoke about various and sundry experiences, and I genuinely enjoyed her stories.

After an hour flew by, we decided to go get some dinner at a new taco joint and the good convo continued.  She took a drink from her margarita and said in her sweet delicate voice, "We should totally go dancing."  I cringed.  I've done this before, and in my experience, going to a dance club invites new competition for your girl of interest. Still, everything was going so well I figured, why not?  We have great chemistry.

I don't really like dance clubs -- I find that they are usually filled with douchey frat-tastic bros and cheap stupid bimbos.  So, I didn't know of any clubs making it her decision by default.  "There's a place close by that I love!" she said in her sexy tone.

When we pulled up, it was a black club I've seen on the news because people had been shot there.  I was too afraid I would wreck our chemistry to tell her I didn't want to go in.  I wish I had more balls in times like that but then, it's my general lack of courage that got me into the mess I got into.

When we walked in, you could feel the energy shift towards us.  We were the only white people there except for one other white hottie who rushed over to hug her.  They knew each other very well apparently, and we all three got a booth.  Eventually a couple of big black thugs came over and took over the conversation, virtually eliminating me from the convo.  This greatly irritated me, so I started drinking more.

"Why don't you leave us alone," someone said.  I immediately realized I had said it.

The sitting next to me didn't hesitate to slap me and say, "Bitch, you on MY turf -- don't you EVER disrespect me like that again ". I couldn't believe how everything was developing.  When I looked over at my date, she had a look in her eye as she shifted her sights back and forth from me to the black guy next to me.  I could tell she was getting turned on by these events.

The conversation went over a number of exruciating topics from who got the "Fatest Ride" to various prison stories.  After a while, the guy next to me said, "For instance, take this lil white dicked mo fucka... Dis punk would be up unda nigga dick quicka than *snaps*."  I had a bit much to drink and my filter was on break.

"Eh, know something? Fuck you and your stupid fucking conversation. Don't you ever shut up?" I realized I made a mistake when the guy next to me, who I later came to know as Deon, snatched me by the collar and dragged me through the back door.  He already bragged about carrying a loaded 9mm at all times, and after the stories he told about rearranging people's faces and knocking out all of people's teeth, I was genuinely afraid and started back pedaling fast.

"Deon I'm sorry I was out of line, I was just drunk. Cut me some slack."  He responded with a smack across the face that brought me to the ground.  I felt the tears build and I just started to cry. "I'm sorry, please don't beat me up," I whimpered.  I realized there was a crowd when everyone started laughing including my Date, Trista.

I heard Deon whisper something to her whatever he said caused her to giggle.  I could see what they were doing because the tears made my vision so blurry.  "Tell ya what, white boi, you tell er one her you a true sissy bitch, and I'll let you go.  My pride was destroyed and at that point I just wanted out of this situation.

"I'm a sissy bitch, I'm a sissy bitch," I whimpered again.

Deon looked at me swapping the toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other before spitting it out towards me. "Nah, it's just not very believable.  I think maybe you'll have to prove it."  With that, Deon started unbuckling his pants.  My mouth laid open in total shock -- total disbelief that this is all happening so fast as he whips out his superior member.  Was it not enough that he had beat me physically?  He grabbed me by the back of the head and told me I would walk away with my teeth if he feels any.  I can feel the heat from Deon's dominant dick on my lips.  I put my lips around his dick and began to suck.  Tears streaming away with my manhood.  I just wanted the whole thing to be over.  I tried to suck his dick like a porn star as he commanded.  I tried my best.  A free a while, he pulled his dick away and pulled me to my feet.  I was so thankful the whole thing was over and that he didn't cum in my mouth.  "Take dem pants off," he said.  "Don't make me ask twice."  I didn't understand why he was doing all of  this to me. Wasn't it enough that he got the girl?  With my pants around my ankles, he shoved me over the hood of a car put the head of his dick to my asshole.  It stung unbelievably as he slowly worked it in. Once in all the way he pounded me over and over hard and fast.  As I was getting destroyed by Deon, Trista leaned over the other side of the hood.  I could tell she was getting off on how I was getting fucked.  She was fingering herself as she stretched forward to kiss me.  She pulled her fingers from her pussy and stuck them in my mouth. "Just relax your asshole and wiggle it on Deon's dick," she said in a horny little voice.  Deon stopped thrusting and I complied.  She said, "imagine your asshole is a pussy.  Do the things a pussy does to get pleasure."  I jumped Deon's cock and he started humping me in time with my gyrations.  Eventually I came like I've never cum before.  The orgasm went through my whole body.

Deon pulled out and shoved me to my knees and forced me to ATM.  It wasn't long before I had a mouth of cum, and Trista was there petting me gently telling me it was alright to swallow.  I did as her soothing voice suggested.

Deon looked down at me and said, "Jus so der ain't no confusion, you Don's bitch now."  Tristan's helped me up and we went back to her house where she nursed my wounds and cuddled me.  We were married within 6 months and I have never been happier.  It's funny how shit works out sometimes.

The Mistake

This story started out as a drunk night out and ended in a way that I found as exciting as it was frightening.  I never expected something like this to happen -- I'm mostly just a very average guy...

It had been a very diffult week, and I was waiting to meet up for dinner with my friends.  I had about an hour to kill, enough time to drive home and back but not at all worth the trip, so I decided to go to the restaurant early.  The place we were to eat at has a bar with an impressive array of craft draft beer, so I treated my self to some 10% ABV Imperial IPAs.  I knew I should pace myself with such a overpowering beer like that, but I was mainly looking to numb the memory of the shitty shitty week I had just made it through, so I drank a little quicker than I intended to.  The buzz was perfect.

I overheard a woman talking about a court case in the news to which I am privy of the details due to my line of work.  The delicious beer had somehow removed my filter and I revealed a fact about the case I really should not have.  Immediately I retreated by saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

When she turned to look at me, I was struck by how beautiful she was.  Her hair, dirty blonde, her eyes, painted seductively dark... Without any thought, I mumbled after staring long enough to become an awkward silence, "I'm sorry, I get very nervous when I talk to women as attractive as you.  I should probably just leave you alone."  Her blank stare confidently transformed into a devious smile.  Then, a head hiding behind hers poked around to see who just said that.  It was a Black man with a look of curiosity that then slowly turned into the 'I just had a great idea' face.

As it turned out, the two were a couple, and we genuinely were enjoying each other's company.  In fact in my drunkedness, I forgot I was even meeting anybody.  When I did remember, I rationalized that it was a large group meeting and they will get along just as we'll without me.  My two new friends and I decided to go to another restaurant near by where we ate and drank more and more.  We were all so on the same level with respect to each issue.  We all believe marriage should be an option for gays and that weed should be legal, etc.  When its time to leave, they invite me back to their nearby condo to sleep on their couch.  It was one of those chance I counters with a stranger where that seemed like a perfectly safe scenario, so we walked a few blocks away and tools the elevator up to their flat.

When we got there, Alison fixed us drinks and Devon handed me a pipe.  I'm a fan of pot, so I take a hit, and it's Very good green.  Alison sits down next to me and starts to unbukle my pants.  I think, "I could tag team with Devon to give Alison a propped fuck."  Since my dick was out, Alison just giggled.

"Hahaha, poor little guy, looks like you got the short end of the stick, literally! Bwahahaha!" Honestly my dick is statistically average at 5.5" with average girth, but I am SO small when flacid you would think I have a micro penis if you hadn't ever seen it hard.  "Devon, can you go get that new thing we got last week."  When he came back, he had some cubical box and handed it to Alison. She started kissing me, and I was so distracted.  I could feel her putting something on my dick, but I was so intoxicated by her kiss that I paid it no mind. It took a moment for my eyes to open back up after the kiss and when I did, I saw her pressing a lock together on some metal cage she had just put on my peen.

"Hah, what the fuck is that?" Even at this point I was more curious than I was scared of what they had in store. I knew it was a chastity device, but wasn't sure why they thought it was necessary. I knew I was too drunk to perform.

Alison then informed me, "We have been looking for a sex slave, and now that your dick is caged up, you will have to serve us for the next week and do a very good job of it if you want to get your key back." I just laughed it off until I saw Devon drop his pants to reveal a ginormous low hanging dick. "We want you to start by sucking this dick." At this point she had his dick in hand and was pulling it towards my face. I had fantasizes about this scenario before, but this is getting too scary.

"Look, can you just unlock this thing? I think I need to go home."

Alison started to sound annoyed, "Are you fucking retarded? I just told you that your dick is locked up, we have the keys, and if you want your dick free at the end of this week, you'd better do what we say." With that, she smacked me across the face surprisingly hard. I was shocked. "So what's it going to be little man? Suck this dick till it cums in your mouth." She pulled the dick to my lips and I complied.

I sucked as much of that dick as I could, taking breathing breaks as needed. Eventually, I felt his dick get super hard and his movements got more intense until he started shooting cum all in my mouth. I swallowed like a natural sissy, excited about the opportunity that's fallen in my lap.

More to come...