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.
"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.
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