The Third Date - Part 1
The third date. So far so good. I always loved getting to this point and feared it too. In my experience, the third date is where you either get serious with a girl or things fall apart. For me things had usually fallen apart in my years of dating. First dates were plentiful. Second dates hard to come by. But third dates were exceedingly rare. The first couple of dates were always tentative, light, chaste. But on a third date, anything is possible. Sometimes magic happens.
Lara and I met online like all my dates. And we hit it off. Good flow of conversation, never an awkward silence. I took her to a nice French bistro for our third date. At the end she volunteered to pay, and I conceded, mostly because I had paid the last time and she was just so insistent about it.
As we walked up to my apartment building, tension began to grow. This is where things either happen or they don't. Lara, a 23 year old business school student, tall, dark wavy blonde hair, hazel eyes, confident. Me, a young lawyer, 27, not bad looking, but still painfully shy and lacking in experience.
And then she kissed me. Full on the mouth, her tongue exploring my mouth. Never had a woman kissed me before, let alone so aggressively. "Let's go up" she said with unbridled confidence.
The elevator ride to the 12th floor may have been the longest of my life. I could feel the excitement in the air.
You may imagine that me, a 27 year old virgin, still single and seldom in a relationship, was quite nervous. And you'd of course be right; but you would not know that this night on this date my reasons for apprehension were far above anything I had ever previously felt. You see Lara and I didn't meet on a typical dating website.
The internet is a gateway to many strange vistas in human sexuality. For me the allure of interracial cuckolding and female domination was the strongest. The website we met on, "The New Normal", was a site for women and men seeking "unconventional" relationships. The focus was on female dominance. Pegging, cuckolding, even interracial cuckolding; all strange and new concepts alien to the mainstream world but now firmly embedded in my fevered imagination.
The biggest irony was that Lara seemed altogether normal. She was gorgeous, to be sure, with her long fit body and large C cup breasts just barely peeking beneath her blouse. Yet normal she was; our dates were no different than pretty much any other dates I had before on the mainstream sites. Nary a mention of any of those strange fetishes, so engrossing in the ether of the net, yet unspeakable in ordinary life. We talked about work, about hobbies, basically the same normal things you always talk about.
"Do you want me to get into something more comfortable?" she asked, still smiling.
"Why don't we sit on the bed?" she added sensing my nervousness.
I won't lie, making out with her was heaven. Such a rare gift for one like me, who had seldom seen a bare breast outside of pictures or internet smut. And there she was, sitting on my bed, her tongue in my mouth, guiding her hand to her breast.
She stood up, pulling her blouse over her head. She wore no bra. I stared in awe at the perfect upturned breasts, pink in all the right places.
"You're not very experienced, are you?" she asked. "Have you even been with a woman before?" her eyes gaze seeming to go right through me.
I confessed I hadn't. I was a virgin. She told me it was okay. I didn't need experience for what we were going to do, at least not the kind that I was thinking of. She asked me to take down my underpants, and I did, exposing my proud erection. Although I had always known I was not impressive down there, at just shy of five inches I knew I was not worse than average.
At this point she was wearing nothing more than panties. I was naked entirely. I sighed as she grasped my penis firmly with a soft hand, stroking it up its modest length, using two fingers as one would grasp something small and delicate. "I want you to know, it's really really cute - you have nothing to be ashamed of" At this point just the slightest stroke would have made me explode in her hand. She held me firm and continued: "Have you ever been inside a woman? Ever had one put you in her mouth?" With a gasp I shook my head in the negative.
"I guess you just watch alot of videos and pump your own fist"
"Yeahhh" I replied with a grunt.
"You like to see the white girls take black cock don't you? Like to watch the hung black thugs ravage us poor defenceless white girls? Push us to our knees, make us blow them, suck them, swallow their cum, get fucked in our pussies our asses... Like to see them stretch us out, tear us open, use us, degrade us.."
"Yeahhh" I squeeked as her hand pumped me more quickly.
"Well you're not going to get to do that with me, okay?" she said, her smile momentarily changing to a smirk.
"You're not big enough for real sex. You do know that, right? I mean, you do know that even for a white boy you're pretty small, right? There's a reason no woman has let you near her pussy before... I don't know anyone who has sex with white boys anymore. Frankly I had forgotten how small you guys were. So let's just kind of forget about this little guy, okay?"
With that comment I came within a hair of spraying all over her hand. Sensing a change in my energy she loosened her grasp.
"That doesn't mean we can't have fun, right? I mean you were on that site for a reason, weren't you? You were looking for - a certain type of relationship - right?
I nodded my head, my eyes wide, my heart ready to pound its way out of my chest.
Lara strode over to the alcove to my apartment where she had left her handbag. Reaching inside it, she removed a plastic bag. Inside the bag, an object I had come to know well through fevered online reveries, my hand desperately pumping my modest erection. It was an object I had never really believed I would see in real life. About eight inches long and generously thick, brown skinned with realistic black balls attached.
"Over here cutie" she gestured, as if trying to coax a scared *******. She had the device already in straps, which she seemlessly stepped into, as if she had done so many times before. The black dildo jutted out of her, incongruous with her slender pale body, enormous, threatening.
"I know you're not very experienced, but why don't we start with a little head, okay?"
As I glanced wide eyed at my own erection, she burst out laughing.
"No silly, not like that. White boys are so presumptuous. I told you, you're too small for real adult sex. Me giving you a blowjob would be just ridiculous. I wouldn't even know how to begin. I'm the one with the cock here. For tonight, I'm the man, you're the girl, right?"
"I know you're going to have to imagine what this feels like since you've never had the pleasure, but I know you've watched enough videos. Just imagine how the white girl feels the first time the black man makes her do this for him. Try to do what she would do. You can start by getting on your knees, okay?"
And kneel I did. And before I knew it, the thick head was pressing at my lips, surprisingly strong hands firmly gripped in my hair, pulling me in. My eyes went wide as the foreign object made room for itself opening my mouth to its invasion.
So this is how it feels for the white girl in those videos? A new respect formed in my mind for the petite blondes able to deepthroat rampant black cocks larger even than the not unimpressive dildo.
Lara looked down on me with a smirk on her face as the dildo slowly opened my throat, gagging me. My little penis had gone soft by this point, fading to irrelevancy. I had seen this same scenario play out. Girl, boy, it didn't matter - when you have someone on their knees and are ramming an eigh inch appendage into their throats - it really does set the tone of the relationship, doesn't it?
I spent the next 20 minutes on my knees, learning to please Lara. She insisted on nothing less than full deep throat, just like the white girls in those videos I would watch. In the videos, the black men would give no quarter to their white sluts; it would be full deepthroat every time; she would give the pleasure and he would receive it and that was that. Impossibly thick black cocks would enter tight pink lips and throats and the scene wouldn't end until the girl (usually a blonde) had been used completely, opened up.
Lara continued, vocally encouraging me from time to time "that's a good little white boy" when I pleased her, patting me on the head. In the videos, this would have been the point where the black man would growl, pull out and paint his white submissive's face with his potent seed or order the slut to swallow his load.
"Okay baby, enough foreplay. You're going to lose your virginity tonight. I'll take it slow so it doesn't hurt you too bad. Try to relax though; you have a long night ahead of you. If you need to cry, that's okay too. You're never going to be the same after this."
End of Part 1
The third date. So far so good. I always loved getting to this point and feared it too. In my experience, the third date is where you either get serious with a girl or things fall apart. For me things had usually fallen apart in my years of dating. First dates were plentiful. Second dates hard to come by. But third dates were exceedingly rare. The first couple of dates were always tentative, light, chaste. But on a third date, anything is possible. Sometimes magic happens.
Lara and I met online like all my dates. And we hit it off. Good flow of conversation, never an awkward silence. I took her to a nice French bistro for our third date. At the end she volunteered to pay, and I conceded, mostly because I had paid the last time and she was just so insistent about it.
As we walked up to my apartment building, tension began to grow. This is where things either happen or they don't. Lara, a 23 year old business school student, tall, dark wavy blonde hair, hazel eyes, confident. Me, a young lawyer, 27, not bad looking, but still painfully shy and lacking in experience.
And then she kissed me. Full on the mouth, her tongue exploring my mouth. Never had a woman kissed me before, let alone so aggressively. "Let's go up" she said with unbridled confidence.
The elevator ride to the 12th floor may have been the longest of my life. I could feel the excitement in the air.
You may imagine that me, a 27 year old virgin, still single and seldom in a relationship, was quite nervous. And you'd of course be right; but you would not know that this night on this date my reasons for apprehension were far above anything I had ever previously felt. You see Lara and I didn't meet on a typical dating website.
The internet is a gateway to many strange vistas in human sexuality. For me the allure of interracial cuckolding and female domination was the strongest. The website we met on, "The New Normal", was a site for women and men seeking "unconventional" relationships. The focus was on female dominance. Pegging, cuckolding, even interracial cuckolding; all strange and new concepts alien to the mainstream world but now firmly embedded in my fevered imagination.
The biggest irony was that Lara seemed altogether normal. She was gorgeous, to be sure, with her long fit body and large C cup breasts just barely peeking beneath her blouse. Yet normal she was; our dates were no different than pretty much any other dates I had before on the mainstream sites. Nary a mention of any of those strange fetishes, so engrossing in the ether of the net, yet unspeakable in ordinary life. We talked about work, about hobbies, basically the same normal things you always talk about.
"Do you want me to get into something more comfortable?" she asked, still smiling.
"Why don't we sit on the bed?" she added sensing my nervousness.
I won't lie, making out with her was heaven. Such a rare gift for one like me, who had seldom seen a bare breast outside of pictures or internet smut. And there she was, sitting on my bed, her tongue in my mouth, guiding her hand to her breast.
She stood up, pulling her blouse over her head. She wore no bra. I stared in awe at the perfect upturned breasts, pink in all the right places.
"You're not very experienced, are you?" she asked. "Have you even been with a woman before?" her eyes gaze seeming to go right through me.
I confessed I hadn't. I was a virgin. She told me it was okay. I didn't need experience for what we were going to do, at least not the kind that I was thinking of. She asked me to take down my underpants, and I did, exposing my proud erection. Although I had always known I was not impressive down there, at just shy of five inches I knew I was not worse than average.
At this point she was wearing nothing more than panties. I was naked entirely. I sighed as she grasped my penis firmly with a soft hand, stroking it up its modest length, using two fingers as one would grasp something small and delicate. "I want you to know, it's really really cute - you have nothing to be ashamed of" At this point just the slightest stroke would have made me explode in her hand. She held me firm and continued: "Have you ever been inside a woman? Ever had one put you in her mouth?" With a gasp I shook my head in the negative.
"I guess you just watch alot of videos and pump your own fist"
"Yeahhh" I replied with a grunt.
"You like to see the white girls take black cock don't you? Like to watch the hung black thugs ravage us poor defenceless white girls? Push us to our knees, make us blow them, suck them, swallow their cum, get fucked in our pussies our asses... Like to see them stretch us out, tear us open, use us, degrade us.."
"Yeahhh" I squeeked as her hand pumped me more quickly.
"Well you're not going to get to do that with me, okay?" she said, her smile momentarily changing to a smirk.
"You're not big enough for real sex. You do know that, right? I mean, you do know that even for a white boy you're pretty small, right? There's a reason no woman has let you near her pussy before... I don't know anyone who has sex with white boys anymore. Frankly I had forgotten how small you guys were. So let's just kind of forget about this little guy, okay?"
With that comment I came within a hair of spraying all over her hand. Sensing a change in my energy she loosened her grasp.
"That doesn't mean we can't have fun, right? I mean you were on that site for a reason, weren't you? You were looking for - a certain type of relationship - right?
I nodded my head, my eyes wide, my heart ready to pound its way out of my chest.
Lara strode over to the alcove to my apartment where she had left her handbag. Reaching inside it, she removed a plastic bag. Inside the bag, an object I had come to know well through fevered online reveries, my hand desperately pumping my modest erection. It was an object I had never really believed I would see in real life. About eight inches long and generously thick, brown skinned with realistic black balls attached.
"Over here cutie" she gestured, as if trying to coax a scared *******. She had the device already in straps, which she seemlessly stepped into, as if she had done so many times before. The black dildo jutted out of her, incongruous with her slender pale body, enormous, threatening.
"I know you're not very experienced, but why don't we start with a little head, okay?"
As I glanced wide eyed at my own erection, she burst out laughing.
"No silly, not like that. White boys are so presumptuous. I told you, you're too small for real adult sex. Me giving you a blowjob would be just ridiculous. I wouldn't even know how to begin. I'm the one with the cock here. For tonight, I'm the man, you're the girl, right?"
"I know you're going to have to imagine what this feels like since you've never had the pleasure, but I know you've watched enough videos. Just imagine how the white girl feels the first time the black man makes her do this for him. Try to do what she would do. You can start by getting on your knees, okay?"
And kneel I did. And before I knew it, the thick head was pressing at my lips, surprisingly strong hands firmly gripped in my hair, pulling me in. My eyes went wide as the foreign object made room for itself opening my mouth to its invasion.
So this is how it feels for the white girl in those videos? A new respect formed in my mind for the petite blondes able to deepthroat rampant black cocks larger even than the not unimpressive dildo.
Lara looked down on me with a smirk on her face as the dildo slowly opened my throat, gagging me. My little penis had gone soft by this point, fading to irrelevancy. I had seen this same scenario play out. Girl, boy, it didn't matter - when you have someone on their knees and are ramming an eigh inch appendage into their throats - it really does set the tone of the relationship, doesn't it?
I spent the next 20 minutes on my knees, learning to please Lara. She insisted on nothing less than full deep throat, just like the white girls in those videos I would watch. In the videos, the black men would give no quarter to their white sluts; it would be full deepthroat every time; she would give the pleasure and he would receive it and that was that. Impossibly thick black cocks would enter tight pink lips and throats and the scene wouldn't end until the girl (usually a blonde) had been used completely, opened up.
Lara continued, vocally encouraging me from time to time "that's a good little white boy" when I pleased her, patting me on the head. In the videos, this would have been the point where the black man would growl, pull out and paint his white submissive's face with his potent seed or order the slut to swallow his load.
"Okay baby, enough foreplay. You're going to lose your virginity tonight. I'll take it slow so it doesn't hurt you too bad. Try to relax though; you have a long night ahead of you. If you need to cry, that's okay too. You're never going to be the same after this."
End of Part 1