As she slept, I couldn’t. She smelled great and I was horny as hell. I touched her ass and those pretty panties she had on. I rubbed her legs, gently. She slowly awoke and rolled over and started to kiss me. They were deep, open mouth kisses. This is what I ached for. She grabbed my cock as I rubbed her ass with my hands. Slowly, I prodded near her asshole with my fingers which seemed to turn her on. I pulled her near me and ground my crotch into her pussy area. Finally, I pulled her panties off and my underwear and entered her. It was not a tight fit. I must tell you, I’m not small (about 7" and fairly thick) so her prior bbc must have stretched her a little. I fucked her, penetrating as deep as I could, yet, still she grabbed the back of my ass and wanted me deeper. Then, some of the weirdness started. “Come on, fuck me harder,” she said and I did. Then, she grabbed my hair, and said, “harder.” I tried and then she pushed me off her and she turned around on her hands and knees in doggie position. “Grab my hair and fuck me,” she said. This wasn’t really what I wanted. I’ve got nothing against some wild and a little rough sex, but, I really liked this girl. “Slap my ass,” she said loudly. This was a bit much, but I did. “Harder, bitch” she yelled. Now just to get this part over, I did and then started thrusting hard while pulling her hair. This she liked. We went on for a few minutes and then she came. Finally, mercifully, I could slow down and relax. I pulled out, rolled her on her back, and began kissing her neck and shoulders while reinserting my cock. I kissed her and licked and sucked her tits, while gently fucking her. Then, I pulled up, took her right foot which was raised in the air and started to suck and lick the sole. This was all I needed and I came.
We lay there for a few minutes, no discussion and some light kissing, then fell off to sleep. When we woke up, I made coffee and we talked. “Listen, foot boy, I like you and I had fun last night, but...” she trailed off. “But, what,” I said, “Last night was fantastic and, hey, a white boy like me made you come.” With that she smiled and said, “Well, you’re right, but, I like sex a little different than most girls.” How so, I asked. “OK, put it to you this way, if sex with me was pretty good, sometimes even great, but, I never let you have my feet, would you be happy?” I thought and, honestly, said no. “OK,” I said, “then make me understand this black thing.” I could see she was a bit hesitant, but, she explained, “When you had sex with me last night, you wanted to make love to me, right?” Sure, I said. “Sometimes, I just want to have sex...to fuck, to be treated like a...toy ...an object.” Black men, she told me, fucked her and fucked her hard. The black men she dated didn’t want to cuddle or snuggle, they wanted to fuck. “Plus, there’s something about their dark skin, their muscles, God, I just love it.”
I was a little uneasy, but she went on. “You know, before Anthony, I dated this boy named Antwan and you know what he used to call me?” I nodded, and she said, “he called me his cock *****.” In fact, it turns out, he used to “cock train” her. “I’m lost,” I said. “Cock train me, everything I did was based on satisfying his....urges.” She must have sensed my uneasiness. “Look, you like feet and I know a lot of guys at the club that do.” OK. “Let me guess,” she continued, “if I were to go the gym and work out for hours and come home, my feet in socks all sweaty, you’d probably love to take my shoes off and kiss and smell them, right?” I told her she was right. “And,” she said, “You’d probably love to take my socks off and lick my sweaty feet?” Again, she was right. “Tell me, foot boy, would you enjoy licking the lint from between my toes?” All I could say was “Guilty as charged.” “Well,” she said, “don’t you think most people find that a little strange and, probably, repulsive?” Sure, I got where she was going, but “cock *****?”
She tried a different approach. “What’s the strangest sexual thing you’ve ever done?” For some reason, she brought out the honesty in me. “I gave, well given, guys blow jobs,” I kind of mumbled. This seemed to surprise her (but only a little). She asked me how did I feel giving blow jobs. I told her I liked it. “Why?” she asked. “I don’t know, for sure,” I said, “but, I loved the feeling of being between a guys legs and having the guy be in complete charge....” I trailed off. “I mean,” I said, “it felt good to be controlled...” She smiled, “Did they grab the back of your head and try to get you to go faster?” I told her yes. “So, do you kind of understand me?” I told her I did. “By the way,” she said, “did you ever have anal sex?” I couldn’t be too honest, at this point, and lied by telling her no (not a big lie, I’ve only been fucked about 10 times).
“Well, foot boy,” she said, “sometimes a girl needs to be a little slutty and sometimes she needs to be treated like a princess. You’re going to treat me like a princess.” I laughed and told her OK. “So, today, do you have to go to work?” I told her no court dates, just some clients that I could reschedule. “Good, you’re taking me to the mall today, to buy me some clothes for my date tonight. Then, to Victoria Secrets for some nice panties and bras.” I interrupted her, “what do you mean, ‘date’?” “Listen, foot boy, I like you and want to be with you, but, we have to get a few things straight. First, I date whoever I like for the immediate future. You date me and me only.” The balls on this girl, I thought, but said “OK, what else?” “Second, you will treat me like a princess. Whatever I want, whenever I want it?” Easy enough, I told her. “Third, and this might be hard at times, but I am in complete control. No ifs ands or buts about it. You’re friends can call you pussy whipped or whatever, but, I am in control. You do what I say.” I told her that I’d try. “No, you’ll do it,” she said. I nodded yes.
“OK,” she said, “let’s get to the mall, I want to look my best tonight, I met some new guy named Kevin and I really want to look my best.”
More to follow.....
We lay there for a few minutes, no discussion and some light kissing, then fell off to sleep. When we woke up, I made coffee and we talked. “Listen, foot boy, I like you and I had fun last night, but...” she trailed off. “But, what,” I said, “Last night was fantastic and, hey, a white boy like me made you come.” With that she smiled and said, “Well, you’re right, but, I like sex a little different than most girls.” How so, I asked. “OK, put it to you this way, if sex with me was pretty good, sometimes even great, but, I never let you have my feet, would you be happy?” I thought and, honestly, said no. “OK,” I said, “then make me understand this black thing.” I could see she was a bit hesitant, but, she explained, “When you had sex with me last night, you wanted to make love to me, right?” Sure, I said. “Sometimes, I just want to have sex...to fuck, to be treated like a...toy ...an object.” Black men, she told me, fucked her and fucked her hard. The black men she dated didn’t want to cuddle or snuggle, they wanted to fuck. “Plus, there’s something about their dark skin, their muscles, God, I just love it.”
I was a little uneasy, but she went on. “You know, before Anthony, I dated this boy named Antwan and you know what he used to call me?” I nodded, and she said, “he called me his cock *****.” In fact, it turns out, he used to “cock train” her. “I’m lost,” I said. “Cock train me, everything I did was based on satisfying his....urges.” She must have sensed my uneasiness. “Look, you like feet and I know a lot of guys at the club that do.” OK. “Let me guess,” she continued, “if I were to go the gym and work out for hours and come home, my feet in socks all sweaty, you’d probably love to take my shoes off and kiss and smell them, right?” I told her she was right. “And,” she said, “You’d probably love to take my socks off and lick my sweaty feet?” Again, she was right. “Tell me, foot boy, would you enjoy licking the lint from between my toes?” All I could say was “Guilty as charged.” “Well,” she said, “don’t you think most people find that a little strange and, probably, repulsive?” Sure, I got where she was going, but “cock *****?”
She tried a different approach. “What’s the strangest sexual thing you’ve ever done?” For some reason, she brought out the honesty in me. “I gave, well given, guys blow jobs,” I kind of mumbled. This seemed to surprise her (but only a little). She asked me how did I feel giving blow jobs. I told her I liked it. “Why?” she asked. “I don’t know, for sure,” I said, “but, I loved the feeling of being between a guys legs and having the guy be in complete charge....” I trailed off. “I mean,” I said, “it felt good to be controlled...” She smiled, “Did they grab the back of your head and try to get you to go faster?” I told her yes. “So, do you kind of understand me?” I told her I did. “By the way,” she said, “did you ever have anal sex?” I couldn’t be too honest, at this point, and lied by telling her no (not a big lie, I’ve only been fucked about 10 times).
“Well, foot boy,” she said, “sometimes a girl needs to be a little slutty and sometimes she needs to be treated like a princess. You’re going to treat me like a princess.” I laughed and told her OK. “So, today, do you have to go to work?” I told her no court dates, just some clients that I could reschedule. “Good, you’re taking me to the mall today, to buy me some clothes for my date tonight. Then, to Victoria Secrets for some nice panties and bras.” I interrupted her, “what do you mean, ‘date’?” “Listen, foot boy, I like you and want to be with you, but, we have to get a few things straight. First, I date whoever I like for the immediate future. You date me and me only.” The balls on this girl, I thought, but said “OK, what else?” “Second, you will treat me like a princess. Whatever I want, whenever I want it?” Easy enough, I told her. “Third, and this might be hard at times, but I am in complete control. No ifs ands or buts about it. You’re friends can call you pussy whipped or whatever, but, I am in control. You do what I say.” I told her that I’d try. “No, you’ll do it,” she said. I nodded yes.
“OK,” she said, “let’s get to the mall, I want to look my best tonight, I met some new guy named Kevin and I really want to look my best.”
More to follow.....
