Trying Something New

“Holy fucking shit! Give me your cock, PLEASE!” I screamed as my boyfriend hammered my dripping wet pussy. We had been dating for a couple months now, he was a frat boy and I was in the sorority across down the street. Before we met, I was the innocent daughter of a very rich family who was paying for me to attend university. I had long flowing blonde hair and for 22, a well developed body. I was proud of my appearance and took care of myself. You wouldn’t be wrong calling me a spoiled rich white girl. My boyfriend on the other hand was not from a rich family and was only at this university on a scholarship to play football. He was very athletic and very strong and just the way he acted around me turned me on so much. He was a tall muscular white boy with brown hair. I was on my back in his bed right there in the middle of his frat house getting railed out while his buddies were drinking playing video games and doing drugs. This was not at all the place my parents would want to find there precious baby girl…

As he continued to rail me, I lost control of myself and felt my pussy go into an orgasm in front of everyone there. It was such an amazing feeling as he shot his potent load straight into my pussy. In our rush to fuck, he forgot to put a condom on so I took his whole load inside me. Soon the ecstasy turned to panic as I realized what he’d done. I couldn’t afford to let him cum in me, what if I got pregnant? How would I tell my parents their little girl got knocked up by some jock football player? He couldn’t afford to raise a baby, if it wasn’t for his scholarship, he wouldn’t even be here. I freaked out and ran out of the room hurriedly putting my clothes back on. The drunken taunting coming from the boys echoed as I left the house. They would think of me as a whore, and they were probably right. I made my way to the corner store a few blocks away and got a plan-b pill to take.

The following morning I woke up to a string of text messages from my boyfriend asking if I’m ok and if everything is alright. I told him simply that I needed some space for awhile and didn’t respond after that. For the next two weeks I waited for my period to start, hoping that I wasn’t pregnant. I was terrified of and didn’t know what would happen to me if I got knocked up. After an excruciating nine days I finally started my cycle. As much as it hurt, it was the most relieved I’ve felt in a long time. After a couple days everything for me went back to normal. I sent a reply to my boyfriend saying I still needed some time apart for a while as I hadn’t gotten over the scare of getting impregnated by him. For the next few days, it was like I was single. I hung out with my friends and we did what college girls do. Then one day I was sitting in a nearby coffee shop studying on my laptop when I saw a very handsome man ordering a drink.

He sat down across the way from me and got out his laptop as well. I couldn’t help but stare at him, his dark brown skin looked so smooth and glistening. He occasionally looked up at me and I’d frantically look away each time hoping he didn’t notice. I got a call from my friend telling me to come hang out so I packed up and left without saying anything to the man, but I did smile at him on my way out. The next day, the same thing happened. I was on my computer and he came in and ordered and sat across the room in front of me and we pretended not to stare at each other. This time he was wearing a polo shirt and shorts showing off his muscles. He was well groomed I could tell and each time I saw him he was wearing very nice clothes. I’d blush and giggle to myself whenever I caught him looking at me and he’d just smile confidently when he saw me looking at him.

This interaction between us went on for a few days until one day I came in with my friend. I had told her about the man in the coffee shop and she thought it was cute and wanted to see for herself. We were sitting in my usual spot and sure enough in walks the man. I casually point him out and my friend says, “Oh wow, he is cute! You should talk to him!”

“What? No, I couldn’t do that.” I whispered back to her.

“Why not? He’s cute and clearly is in to you. Just go say hi.” she said.

“No, I don’t want to bother him, what if he’s got a girlfriend already?” I said back.

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a baby! Fine, I’ll go do it myself.” My friend said as she walked off.

I tried to grab her and keep her from going over but she left too quickly. She strutted right over to his table and sat down in the chair across from him. I pretended like I was using my computer and not paying attention I was so embarrassed. They started talking but I couldn’t hear either one, even though I knew what was being said. My friend was smiling and bouncy pointing back at me as I tried to hide behind my screen. The man was smiling laughing and nodding as they talked and eventually they both got up and walked back to my table. My friend leading the way gave me a huge girly smile before reaching me. As she walked up to me she introduced us saying, “Amanda, this is Patrice, Patrice this is my friend Amanda.”

“Pleasure to meet you Amanda, you have a very pretty smile.” He said as he shook my hand.

“Thank you, it’s nice to finally speak to you for a change.” I replied blushing and giggling.

“Patrice says he’s studying for his Doctorate in Business Administration.” my friend said looking at me smirking. There was a girl code look that she gave me that said if I don’t sink my claws into this man, she sure would. Without knowing either of us for more than a few minutes, this man was making both of us melt right there at the table as we started talking. It turns out his family is well off like mine and he’s studying to someday run his families business. As we talked Patrice reached out and started holding my hand. I just about melted as he did. My friend was trying to control herself as she looked like she could ride this man right here on the table in front of everyone, and could kill me out of jealousy at the same time. It was getting later than our usual coffee shop study time and the two of us were in our own little world as my friend just melted on the side.

“I’m sorry to leave you here, Amanda, it’s been wonderful talking with you. Maybe I could take you out to dinner this Friday and we could continue?” Patrice asked as he stood up.

“Oh yes, that’d be lovely!” I responded, “I’ll send you my address and we can go from there.”

“Excellent, I’m looking forward to it.” he said after I gave him my phone number before walking off.

“Amanda I swear to God, if you make one mistake, that man is mine!” my friend said in a low passive aggressive tone.

Friday evening soon arrived and I was getting ready for my date. I checked my phone and I had a message from both my boyfriend and Patrice. My boyfriend said he wanted to talk to me and that he wanted to see me again. I told him I was too busy right now and that we could talk on Sunday. Then I responded to Patrice saying I’d be down in a minute and couldn’t wait to see him again. I went out the front door and saw Patrice pull up in a shining black Mercedes. He got out to greet me before opening the door for me. We drove off down the road to a fancy restaurant in the nearby downtown. It was the fancy kind of place with low lighting and soft music. The romantic kind of place that the typical broke college kids would never be seen in. We sat down at the table and started talking where we left off in the coffee shop.

The whole night we spent flirting, hand holding and giggling with each other over our really well cooked meals. My panties were getting moist at how attractive he was. I never felt so alive before. He was saying all the right things to me and it was working. After we finished, he took me for a walk around town as the sun had set and the night sky was overhead. We sat in a park under the moonlight and kissed for the first time as other couples were walking around us. This was far more romantic and easily something I’d rather tell my mother about than almost getting impregnated by my frat boy boyfriend in a dingy frat house surrounded by drunk and stoned guys like a whore. As his lips left mine, I told him I wanted to go back home with him. I was so turned on that I didn’t want to leave him. We got back in his car and drove to his apartment. It was a higher end place overlooking both downtown and our college campus.

We made our way to the elevator, and down the hall right outside his door, the whole time kissing and feeling each other up more and more. He opened the door and I hoped up in his arms as he carried me inside. The soft glow of the building lights of the skyline in the background of his windows lit the room as we made out in a desperate passion. Soon our shirts came flying off revealing a beautiful muscular torso on him and a soft pale frame on me. I pulled his pants off him and he pulled my skirt off of me. There we were in nothing but our underwear as we continued to kiss.

“So is it true what I hear about black men?” I asked him seductively.

“Let me see those breasts baby girl and I’ll give you your answer.” He said in a commanding tone.

I took a step back and released the strap on my bra letting my soft plump tits to be free in the late night air. His eyes lit up in a horny approval. I got down on my knees and pulled his boxers down slowly revealing more and more shaft before getting hit in the face by his diamond hard cock. “Oh my God!” I said surprised, “This thing is huge!”

He didn’t say anything in response, he just held his cock in my face. Rich or poor, virtuous woman or slut, I knew I would be sucking this cock tonight. I took the tip in my mouth and teased it with my tongue as my lips wrapped around it. My tongue followed my lips down around his shaft as I struggled to fit the whole thing inside me. I wasn’t an expert at sucking dick and I was unprepared for how large his was but I didn’t want to let him down so I sucked and licked as best I could, groping his ass as I tried to deep-throat him. He moaned as I sucked him and twitched whenever I’d lick or play with his balls. I stood up slowly kissing my way up his body before looking up into his eyes. He grabbed my ass with both hands and picked me up. Lifting me up to the ceiling he held my waist at head level and ate my pussy. I had never experienced something like this before, normally men would use me as a fuck-doll but would never care about my pleasure.

Now here I was being lifted up and eaten out naked in front of his window for the whole city to see. It was both romantic and very much something you’d expect to see in a porn movie. I have a very sensitive clit, even the slightest thing while set me off down there. Let me tell you, he’s stronger than he looks holding me like that as I have a seizure from cumming so hard on his tongue. I held the ceiling and the window behind me as I begged him to lay me down and fuck me. After so many orgasms I was draining pussy juices down his entire body. He lowered me down so that we were looking in each other’s eyes, but he didn’t set me down fully. Instead he positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and slowly dropped me down on his length. The lower I slid, the wider my eyes opened. His cock was seriously stretching me out.

We stood there in front of the window as he bounced me up and down on him for several minutes. I had never been fucked like this before. Even though this was a more brutal way of fucking, it felt so much better than previous encounters I’ve had. He walked me over to the edge of the bed still bouncing me as he bent over and set me down on his bed. With my back on the bed I willingly spread my legs open for massive cock. I needed him inside me. For all his well behaved, chivalrous actions tonight, he was fucking me like brute. He made me feel like a whore, but I was loving it this time. Every thrust of his powerful cock pressed my soft legs further and further apart. My soft pink pussy was being stretched to the limit by his big black cock. I couldn’t do anything to stop the unrelenting wave of orgasms that hit like waves crashing on a beach with every thrust of his cock. I was hyperventilating and in tears as his cock ravaged me. I begged him not to stop and that his cock felt so good inside me.

He soon grew tired of my crying and held his hand over my mouth as he stared me straight in the eyes. My eyes filled with tears as I looked back at him. He just kept fucking my pussy like it was some kind of object. The sound of me losing myself was replaced by the slap of his thighs against my ass with his ravaging thrusts. I was getting light headed from this unbelievable treatment and passed out on his bed. I woke up to him still going at it inside me as I phased in and out of consciousness. He stopped just long enough for me to come back and say he can do whatever he wants to me, as long as it feels that good.

He flipped me over on my hands and knees as he began plowing me from the back. My face was buried in his pillows while I completely lost consciousness. I don’t know how long I was out for or when I woke back up, maybe I was just cock drunk and couldn’t remember, but he was fucking me the whole time. He positioned my thighs apart and held my ass in the air as he slipped the tip of his cock up my tight ass. I had only done anal a few times and didn’t care for it but he was a different story. No man had ever fucked me like this and my holes were loose and wet for him to play with. He went deep in my ass and it felt painful and pleasurable at the same time. I started to like it more and more with every thrust. As he pounded out my tight little ass, my pussy was squirting uncontrollably on his bed. As “punishment” for making such a mess he fucked my ass harder, only making me squirt more. I was getting desperate, I had felt so many orgasms in this one night but he still hadn’t cum yet.

I begged him through the sheets to flip me over and fill my pussy again. He finished having his fun with my ass and turned me right around and collapsed into my pussy once again. Both my holes were so stretched and wet. Through all the crying, sweating, and squirting, I’d have to drink a gallon of water to re-hydrate myself afterwards. Finally after so much thrusting, he got down close on top of me, reached under my back and grabbed my ass, and started thrusting slow and hard. His deliberate strokes told me he was about to cum and I couldn’t wait to fell him release. “OH MY GOD!” he yelled out as the river of cum flowed into my pussy. His strong black cock releasing every last drop of cum into my little white hole. I just grabbed his face and kissed him as his hard cock slowly went soft inside me.

We laid there in bed the rest of the night and when I woke up the next morning I was in his arms still naked. We woke up together and made out some more before going to the bathroom and cleaning up. As I took a shower I told him that no man has ever fucked me like that before. He asked me if he could take me out again soon sometime and I told him my weekend was free after that performance. We sat around and had breakfast that he cooked for me. His apartment looking even nicer in the daylight. He drove me back to my home and dropped me off. I kissed him and walked back to my front door. As I went back to my room my friend intercepted me dying to find out what happened last night. I pulled her in my room and locked the door.

We sat on the bed as I recounted everything that happened from the time he picked me up to just a few minutes ago. She just about lost it herself as I told her what Patrice was like in bed. She asked what I planned on telling my boyfriend.

“Who Patrice? He already knows.” I said.

“Not him, your other boyfriend remember?” she asked.

“Oh yeah him, I’m done with him.” I replied snarkily.

Right on cue I got another message from my now ex-boyfriend asking me who that was I was with and what I was doing. I told him I met someone else and was finished wit him. I blocked his number and for the rest of my time in college I never saw him in person again. I found out through a friend that he got a new girlfriend a week later and they got married so at least he’s happy. As for me, Patrice and I are still together and he certainly still fucks me like that first night every time. My parents were skeptical of me being with a black man but they came around once they met him. We got married not long after I graduated and he got me pregnant a week later. Five years in college and I’ve never used my degree once as I’ve been a stay at home mom for my black husband’s babies.

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