The Third Date - A Story

This is my first time posting anything like this here.

I apologize if the themes are not 100% on topic for chapter 1, but I will be getting there.

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 **********. "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 ********** 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, male **********. 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 ****** 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

Looking forward to part two. Great start. My Wife/Mistress used dildos on me for years, taking my mouth and boypussy at will. She's done having sex with me. Now, years later, I still know I could never be with a woman with my little dick. I find myself thinking more and more about men. Wife changed me for good, then cut me off.

No doubt your character will never be allowed sex, except receiving it as a "bitch".

Sooooooo fucking good. Please, PLEASE continue...

WOW, just wonderful. Pls. continue

The Third Date - Part 2

Lara was right. I was never the same after that night.

When you're a man, even a virgin of modest proportions, you take for granted certain things. You understand implicitly sex from the male point of view - to penetrate, to ejaculate. You see yourself as subject, never object. Having an eight inch penis shoved into your body, even a rubber one, changes one's perspective.

She took me on my hands and knees. The cold splash of lube and then the feeling of something large, impossibly large pressing against me. It would not fit. It could not fit. My mind again returned to the interracial porn I had become obsessed with. An image of a brunette, big brown eyes, bent over a hottub. The black thug standing behind her. What I remember from that scene was her expression: the moment his monster pressed against her pink little anus, the moment her rosebud spread and the head popped into. You could see it in her eyes: shock, panic, wonder, fear. It was going in and there was nothing she could do about it. The last expression was resignation as big black calloused hands closed around her slender neck holding her in place while he made room for himself inside her, basically turning her little white body inside out.

Well let me tell you, it hurts. It hurts like hell. Lara was gentle at first, letting me get used to the size. But in the end she got to thrusting, and wow did it hurt. My little soft penis, shrinking into itself dangling uselessly as the black monster entered, its large rubber black balls slamming and bruising my tiny white scrotum, knocking it aside **********.

For what felt like an hour, Lara gave me the business end of her dildo. I wondered if this was some kind of payback for her, catharsis. Lara seemed the dominant type to me. Yet if my guesses about her were correct, the type of lover she preferred for "adult sex" (as she called it) was no shrinking submissive. Maybe for Lara this was her way of being "on top" for a change.

Eventually Lara seemed to have her fill and she withdrew the black cock from my torn and stretched opening.

"Wow, you're not walking right for a week!" she said with a note of pride in her handiwork.

"I just wrecked you. Wrecked you! It even looks like a pussy now, heh. What a rush. We HAVE to do that again"

With that, she pulled off the harness and gestured to her swollen and dripping sex.

"For fuck's sake, get your tongue down there. I need some serious attention"

And to my knees I went, my tongue licking her swollen, throbbing pussy, my face slammed into her pubic bone with a strong hand firmly at the back of my head. It didn't take long.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum... Cuuuuuuummiiiiing!" she cried out, in what was the most powerful female orgasm I had seen on or off the internet. She shook, her body convulsed, a final slam of her pelvis into my red dripping face.

"Ohhhhhhh, you are gooood Jay. So good. I had almost forgotten how good white boys could be with your tongues. You may not have cocks to speak of, but you can give head".

We relaxed on my bed, sharing the afterglow of her orgasm. My own erection was rock hard and dripping from what I had done for her, but was hidden under my shorts.

If Lara noticed my state under my shorts, she didn't say. It was getting late and she had to go.

"Jay, I really had fun tonight. I'm so happy we met. Next Friday again?"

The answer was yes. God yes.

After Lara left I opened my computer to my favourite video, the one with the brunette in the hottub. I sat gingerly on my computer chair, so sore still. Immediately my erection was free in my hand.

As the brunette whimpered on the screen I pumped my little white cock with all my might. Her black lover gave her no more quarter than Lara had given me. He opened her up, taught her the difference between subject and object with his ten inch teacher. And the scene ended just as mine had ended; the white girl on her knees, eyes wide, black hands firmly on her head and then sticky cum sprayed on her upturned face. He patted her on the head like a dog, as if to say "good girl". Downcast eyes. Humility. **********. I pumped my own little load shortly thereafter, just a few gentle squirts; a pale sad facsimile of what I saw on the screen painted on the brunette's face.

The same scene repeated itself three more times that night. The same video, over and over. But by the end, I no longer saw the brunette. I saw Lara. She was smiling.

End of Part 2

The Third Date - Part 3

"That's it. Oh right there, that's the spot. Keep going. Faster, fasterrrrrrrrrrrr.... AHHH!"

Lara announced her orgasm, the second of the night. I had already given her one earlier, but she had been insatiable tonight. As was always the case, Lara produced copious female juices when she would climax, leaving my face a mess.

As had become our ritual, the night started with the strap-on. Lara took me on my back, in what the pornos call the "piledriver" position. That always seemed to be her favourite. Lara took perverse delight in stretching me open, often well past the point of discomfort. My sounds of pain only seemed to egg her on as she thrust the rubber phallus into my body.

The evening would always progress to oral sex to finish the night. My tongue learned every bump and crevice, every detail of her pussy. I knew just where to press my soft tongue, when to lick, and where to lick, to play her like a fine instrument. When she grabbed my head with an iron grip, I knew to lick for all I was worth and not to stop until I had rocketed her to ecstasy.

"Oh Jay you have one talented tongue. I could have you do that for me all night" she tussled my hair, her juices still dripping from my red face.

"We have to talk about something Jay. I know what you do when I leave. I know you masturbate when I'm not around. I know you take out your little white cock and play with it when I'm gone".

I looked to the floor, embarrassed. There was no point in denying it. Each and every time we were together, the moment she left me I would be back in my chair in front of my computer, cock in hand. This seldom took long. Always to videos of white women with black men. Always imagining Lara with them.

"You don't have to be embarrassed Jay. I know it's common for white boys to masturbate compulsively. It's not like any woman is going to do it for you"

Lara then reached into her handbag, a smile spreading across her face.

"Happy birthday sweetie" she said, handing me the plastic device.

"It's called a CB-6000. I think you know what it is and what it does. I got you the S model. You do know what that stands for, don't you?"

Small.

"This is going to help alot with your little problem. It's perfectly sized for a white boy. We'll get it on you nice and snug."

The fitting process was more than a little difficult, given how wired I was after spending the better part of 45 minutes servicing her dripping pussy. But a little ice from the freezer and it locked into place.

"Okay, so I read that the first few nights are difficult. At night you have nocturnal erections - they're pretty much unavoidable. And when your little white cock tries to get hard, well let's just say it's gonna hurt. But don't worry, they also say your body adjusts and you just stop getting hard."

Lara then turned serious, her eyes drilling into me.

"Jay, I didn't just get you the CB 6000 for just when we're not together. You see, I think I want to bring you to one of our get-togethers at Rachel's, and well, I don't want you doing anything to embarrass me."

Rachel, as I had come to learn, was Lara's closest friend. She was also a devotee of the same "tastes" that had come to dominate so much of her time. I had speculated privately that Rachel must have been the one who brought Lara into the fold in the first place. Lara seemed to care a great deal what this woman thought of her. I guess that explains why I had never met her - Lara was still embarrassed to be with me. Who could blame her?

I had secretly dreamed of meeting Rachel and Lara's other friends. But to be invited to one of their parties? Only in the depths of my fevered imagination could I begin to fathom what went on at one of those parties. I knew already that Lara had lovers, male lovers, black lovers. From time to time Lara came to me especially stretched out, bruised, sore. One time I even noticed her anus looked swollen, like something large had been there. I could only dream of what she had been up to, or more particularly, *who* had been up her. She did seem to walk funny when she came to my apartment that night.

And here I was on the guest list, invited. Would I finally get to meet one of Lara's black lovers? Would I even get to watch them make love? I once walked in on a roommate fucking his girlfriend. Seeing another man plunging his cock into a tight pussy - something I had never even experienced - was itself enough to drive me mad at the time. But the idea of seeing a black man in action. It would be the difference between a High School pickup game and a major league match.

"I take it you're excited to come?" Lara said, mischievous as always.

Naturally the answer was yes.

"Great, meet me at 5:00 at the corner of Harvest and Dunfield. I'll pick you up. Don't be late"

And Lara was gone. I looked down at my newly imprisoned appendage. Compressed into the plastic prison, it couldn't have been more than an inch or two long.

I instantly regretted allowing this to happen. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around my cock, and pump myself to bliss. But the plastic was hard and unyielding. There would be no escape.

In an act of supreme masochism, I opened my computer and downloaded a video from a favourite site. In this amateur video that looked like it could have been shot on a webcam, two very young looking white girls, maybe college age at most, knelt in front of a very well built and well endowed black man relaxing on a couch. Both girls took turns servicing his rampant erection - 9 inches at least. Sisters? Girlfriends? One was a willowy petite blonde, the other a voluptuous brunette, so perhaps metaphorically sisters only. One could only imagine what brought them together in this act. The scene progressed to some serious throat fucking - each girl got her turn having the cock shoved down her throat. It was pretty obvious they had done this before, but still several times you could see a look of near panic in their eyes as the black cock did what it was made to do and slender white throats stretched beyond all reason.

Both girls end up on their hands and knees, pussies thrust up like bitches in heat, waiting to be mounted. The black man stands behind the two girls, surveying two soft tight pussies, unable to decide which to sample first. He starts with the blonde. Little legs rise up hesitantly as his cockhead presses, blue eyes go wide, and the pussy spreads, surrendering its silky depths. The girls hold hands and whisper words of encouragement in each others' ears, too soft for the camera to hear, as he enjoys their charms.

In most scenes of this type, the natural conclusion would be the man pulling out and having the two white sluts kneel to share his cum on their faces. But not this one. The black man picks up the pace in the blonde's pussy. She squeals. She might be cumming; he certainly doesn't care. The last thrust is ******. His balls, the size of goose eggs, tighten, and you can see he's cumming inside her. The blonde's eyes go wide - with wonder.

When he's done, he withdraws his spent cock and gestures to the brunette. The video fades with the image of the girl lapping gently at her friend's swollen sex, cleaning up the results of their lovemaking with an eager tongue.

The pain in my cock is excruciating. It seems as if every crevice of the plastic tube is jammed packed with my engorged flesh. My balls ache. I have never felt so alive.

That night I dream of Lara. She's taunting me. There are other women in the room and black faces too. Everyone is pointing at me, laughing. I'm naked and alone.

I wake up with a flash of searing pain in my crotch. Lara had warned me about nightly erections. This was something I would have to get used to.

I looked at the clock on my wall. 6:42 a.m. Just a few more hours to the party.

End of Part 3

Christ! This is fucking HOT! Lara and Rachel are going to tear him apart! Let's have some more of this.

I fucking love this. Awesome. AWESOME story. Keep it up, Phil! BTW, when you described the scene with the blonde and the brunette, my mind immediately went to these girls. It's one of my favorite porn scenes. Two college girls. One blonde, one brunette, doing a webcam show with a black dude (and he brings in one of his black friends in one of them.) Hotter than the sun. Thought it might provide you with some inspiration. Or maybe it already has. Sounds an awful lot like the scene you described in your story.

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Thanks Doughman. Absolutely great scene. Not one I had seen before. Actually, I had in mind Ptah's series, Nature's Intention when I wrote that scene.

phil0506

No wonder I love your story so much, if you count Ptah as one of your influences. Up until very recently, he was the reason I kept coming back to this site. It seems as though now I have a second reason. Here's hoping both of you guys continue writing for a long time to come.

The Third Date - Part 4

Lara and I arrived at Rachel's place at about half past 5:00. My little white cock jammed into its plastic tube, I felt like it was on fire. My heart was in my throat. Seldom had I felt this say save perhaps in that fateful elevator ride so many months ago. Lara's normally unflabbable demeanour seemed diminished somehow. Did I detect a hint of fear in her? What could make someone like Lara feel fear?

"Just remember Jay, you need to be on your best behaviour. I don't want you embarrassing me in front of my friends"

Lara had made it perfectly clear on the car ride over that as a white boy, I was at the bottom of the totem poll here. I was to be subservient at all times to the women and certainly to the black men. I was a lesser sexual being - little more thank a boy next to full adults.

But again, just a hint of nervousness in her eyes. Curious.

The doorbell rang. We waited. The door opened.

"Well hi to you!" said the stunning black woman, skin as dark as night, tall and elegant, like an amazon.

"I'm Rachel. You must be that white boy Lara can't stop talking about"

I could only nod in the affirmative. White boy. Every time someone used those words my imprisoned cock twitched.

Rachel led us into the house, a beautiful spacious ranch style typical of the area. Whoever this Rachel was, she had money.

Lara seemed even more nervous now. She and Rachel made small talk, but somehow it seemed as if Rachel was more at ease. I noticed just from the way they greeted one another that Lara seemed defferential.

We entered a big living room with several leather couches, a bar and quite an impressive Tv. There were several doors out of the circular room. It felt like an amphitheatre.

Two stunning white women, a redhead named Ashley and a brunette named Tori, sat on the couches conversing. Ashley's hair was short cropped but fiery red. Small breasts peeked from behind a white blouse. She seemed almost pixi-ish. Tori had long dark hair and what had to have been the largest breasts I had ever seen. She must have been DD at least. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra.

I gulped and said hello. The girls looked me up and down and seemed to smirk.

"Hi Jay. I had heard Lara was bringing a white boy...."

Tori said surveying me.

"He knows his place right Lara???" Ashley asked, her green eyes digging into me.

"Don't worry girls. He's well in control. In fact, do you guys want to see it?. Lara asked more confident now.

Lara turned to me. "Jay I want you to show them what I've done to you. Go ahead."

My face beat red, I did as I was told dropping my pants and then my shorts, revealing my caged cock, tiny, white and jammed into a small tube of plastic.

"Oh it's cute!" Ashley exclaimed.

"It looks painful. Do you ever let him out?" Tori asked, genuinely curious.

"What for? Jay knows how to please in other ways. You HAVE to try his tongue girls. It is divine, like pure bliss. Being a white boy, he is VERY skilled at giving head"

"But his... You know, his cock- does he ever get hard or cum?" Tori asked.

"Why would we want it to do that? Yuck. Jay when's the last time you squirted?" Lara asked.

It had been three months since I last had a climax.

The girls seemed genuinely impressed. They were especially eager to hear about my status as a virgin.

"Ohhh it's so sad. You have never felt a pussy before? Not even once?" Tori seemed genuinely concerned.

"Oh Jay I feel so bad for you. I bet you dream about sinking into a nice warrrm tight pussy.... So different from a cold plastic cage..." Tori was now pressing up against me, her crotch up to my cage, big breasts against my bare chest.

"Can you imagine him trying to get into a pussy with that little thing? How would that even work?" Ashley added, contempt in her voice. "Lara should just throw away the key" she added.

"Here's my white poussy!" A loud deep voice at the door.

A black man, over 6 ft and probably most of it solid muscle sauntered into the room.

"Mike and James are here." Rachel announced. She had been observing my *********** from the foyer it seems though I cannot say how long.

I later learned that James, the muscled man I first saw, was Rachel's friend, although maybe not boyfriend exactly. Mike, a short wiry man lighter in complexion, was James' half brother.

The white girls seemed genuinely nervous around James. Like prey confronting a predator. Lara especially seemed alot less cocky.

The festivities started. ****** went round. Everyone was pleasant enough but it was clear that I was low on the pecking order. I got ****** for the others, served food and all around played the part of servant. At one point Lara had me massage her feet. Tori and Ashley wanted in so I obliged them to.

Eventually, things started to heat up. James and Mike reclined on the couches and gestured for the girls.

James gestured to Tori and Lara.

"Girls, let's see a show. Come on, give us a show"

"James... Please... I" Lara's voice wavered. I could tell the idea of lesbianism repulsed her.

But James locked her with a steely gaze and Lara turned to her partner.

Both white girls began making out, soft tongues exploring each other's mouth's hesitantly. They stripped down and before long were naked but for silky panties shielding each girl's sex. Lara's were white, Tori's blue. They embraced, Pale soft skin pressed against one another. Lara had Tori's ample breasts in her mouth, sucking softly. The men watched the show reclining on their seats.

"Get over here white boy. Let's put you to some use!" Ashley moaned. She had stripped down to her panties and was eagerly rubbing her clit under her panties. I knelt at her feet and before I knew it she had my face pressed into her sex. My head bobbed rhythmically as she watched her friends' intimate performance.

Where Rachel was at this point I couldn't say nor was I in any position to inquire with my face stuffed into Ashley's mound, my tongue furiously working to take care of her needs. Ashley was a true redhead as I learned up close and personal as she flooded my face with her juices.

Lara and Tori were now nude, 69 ing on the carpet. Lara had had never really gotten into it but Tori was bucking already on Lara's face. Soon the 69 became just Tori sitting on Lara's face. Tori was really getting into things now.

"Oh **** Lara I'm so close... Almost theeerrre" Tori was panting now.

"Enough of this ****. I got a cock that needs sucking. Get your white asses over here"

James gestured and both girls broke their embrace. Tori was desperate to cum but knee better than to keep James waiting. The preshow was over. It was time for the men to get involved.

"Bitch, you can ride that white boy's face another time. Get your white pussy over here" James commanded. Reluctantly Ashley extricated herself from me, her pussy still vibrating but short of full climax.

All three girls kneeled in front of the two men. My mouth was agape. James had to be at least 10 inches long and as thick as a beercan. Mike was smaller, but still larger than any white male I had seen. The men stood and the girls kneeled. Tori and Lara laboured together on James's monster, licking and sucking his shaft, paying special attention to his goose egg balls. At one point Lara worked his head while Tori bathed his balls with her soft tongue.

Mike used Ashley much more directly. He was not quite as commanding as James, but he still grabbed Ashley little red head and was starting to press at her throat. You could tell Ashley was starting to panic a bit as she futilely pressed her hands against his thighs. He ignored her protests and slowly but surely, his 8 inch shaft went down the hapless redhead's slender throat, his balls coming to rest on her chin as he bottomed out.

James too was taking things to a new level. Tori was getting the business end of his cock and he was not being gentle about it. His black hands tangled into her long hair with an iron grip. This was no longer a blowjob- he was throat fucking her, basically using the brunette's mouth as a man would use a pussy. Lara, reduced to spectator now, could do little more than lick his shaft and balls with each thrust. All Tori could do was whimper and try not to pass out.

Mike was definitely getting close.

"Man, this slut... Is fucking tiiight. Oh fuck man. Stupid white slut. Time for you to swallow - what - I got. Here it comes. Time to swallow bitch... Ahhhhh."

Mike thrust his cock all the way, bottoming out in Ashley's throat. I could see his balls tighten and then - Release. He pulsed once, twice, three times, over and over. The redhead's hazel eyes went wide and you could see her trying to swallow desperately as he unloaded into her with what must have been a cup of semen. Thick sticky cum dripped from the side of her mouth. It was something to behold. As he withdrew Ashley coughed and sputtered cum.

Mike tussled Ashley's hair playfully and said "Good little white slut. I'm done for now."

Ashley gasped for breath.

James was now also getting close. He pulled out of Tory's throat and announced he was going to cum. The girls didn't need to be told what to do. They kneeled at his feet, faces upturned, mouths open, just as they had been taught to do. It was quite a site to see James's orgasm. When I compared it with my own in size, quality and sheer volume - it was clear I had never seen a man in action before today. James made sure to cover the two sluts. Two or three strong spurts for each face. He made sure to spray into Lara's mouth too so she could taste the salty liquid.

When he was done he sat back down on the couch and reclined while the two sluts dutifully cleaned each other up, swallowing and licking up his copious sperm wherever it landed. At one point Tori was licking a glob off the floor where it had landed. I meanwhile got water and some food for the men, who treated me with mild contempt - like a little kid staying up far too long after his bedtime.

"White sluts ayyy James?" Mike said laughing. James gave him a big high 5 as the girls cleaned themselves up.

But the men were not sated. Not by a long shot. As Lara sat there, panting, she caught my eye. This was a very different side of her. She was not in control anymore.

End of Part 4

The Third Date - Part 5

"They're really pathetic aren't they? But compelling too"

Rachel said, interrupting my reverie.

"Sorry Rachel, I didn't even see you there" I said.

"Those white girls will debase themselves to any degree just for the slightest chance that James or Mike will use their pussies tonight. It's like a **** for them. Kind of sad, isn't it?"

"I guess I can understand it a little. I'm not one to judge, am I?" my eyes looked down to my caged cock.

"No you're not Jay. But I think you and I are a little more honest with ourselves than anyone else in that room. James and Mike are basically neanderthals. They think because they have big black dicks that white bimbos will fawn over them. They think they're Gods. And those girls. Don't get me started on them. Lara has to be the most conflicted of them all. They're basically slaves"

Turning to Rachel, I looked at her closely, for the first time. I guess she had just faded into the background before.

"This is your house?" I asked.

"It is" she said.

"So why do you do it? Why host a party where everyone gets something except you? I haven't exactly seen you - er - partake"

"It's a hard question to answer. There was a time when I reveled in it - to see the hated oppressor's women laid low, turned into whores. I will not deny, there was some justice in it, and I took no small joy in using the whip and the strap on myself. I too have my *proclivities* Jay."

"Let's go somewhere private Jay" and with that she led me into one of the doors off the amphitheatre down a long hall. This must have been the master bedroom.

"Why are you a virgin Jay?" She asked.

That was a question I had been asking myself since I was 16. It's hard for a white boy in this new sexual world. I had watched every girl I had wanted go black, since high school. It seemed like everywhere I turned black men were the new in thing. I had read a statistic in some article that now 45% of sexual relationships were interracial, with white female black male couples making up the majority. Many white girls were open about not dating white boys like me. Most porn these days seemed to be interracial. One girl once told me she would only date white boys who would give her head, unreciprocated - as far as she was concerned, the tongue was a white boy's only real sex organ. The idea of sex, intercourse, with my barely 5 inch cock - it just seemed laughable. Ashley was right - how would it even work?

As we talked, Rachel disrobed and I could see for the first time her beauty. Beautiful B cup breasts with dark nipples. Strong muscles, but still feminine.

"Jay do you want to make love to me?" She asked.

I knelt on the floor and brought my tongue to her sex.

"Not like that Jay. I mean do you want to fuck me?"

Confused, for a moment I wondered if she meant to unlock me.

"With this Jay." she gestured to the strap on dildo on the shelf above the bed.

She showed me how to step into the straps, it fit perfectly above my caged cock, which was where the balls would have otherwise been for the dildo. It was black, and a good sized 8 inches. I finally felt like I had a real cock.

"Make love to me white boy" she growled, legs spread and on her back.

I mounted a woman for the first time in my life. She guided me through, helping me with speed, thrusting and position. Before long I had the hang of it and was plunging my rubber cock into her like it was a part of my body. I felt so powerful. If this was what fucking was like, I liked it.

"Keep going Jay. You've almost got me there. Oh Jay, I'm cummmiiiiiing" her body convulsed over my thick cock. Looking at my caged white cock, my only regret was that I couldn't know what it felt like to cum inside a woman, to plant my seed like a real man. I had seen the videos and imagined what it was like, but I guess that would have to be just imagination. There was little chance of a woman letting me plant my seed in her.

I withdrew and we lay back together on the bed.

"Jay you're such a great guy. I want to do something for you." Rachel said.

She had me remove the dildo, leaving just my caged cock. I felt like my power had been taken away. Rachel stepped into the strapon. I thought I knew what was coming. My ass ached from the last time Lara had used me.

"I'll bet Lara gives you the strap-on alot, huh? Does she ever let you cum when she's inside you?" She asked.

"I can't cum with the cage on. I think Lara would think a white boy cumming kind of gross" I said.

"Well you're not going to cum like a man silly. You have to forget about what you saw James and Mike doing in there. That's *man* stuff. But you can still cum even with your little cock locked up. Let me show you how".

Rachel had me bend over on the bed on all fours, a pillow propping me up. I felt the familiar splash of lube and then the head of the dildo pressing, the pressure slowly opening me up. Rachel went a lot slower than Lara; she was gentle with me. She wanted me to enjoy this.

"You have to learn to adjust your outlook Jay. You're not a man. You don't have a cock, right?"

"Ugggh, no, I don't"

"You have to learn to transfer all the feeling you thought you had at the tip of your penis to your ass".

As she changed pace, something weird started happening. It felt good. Really good. A weird sensation, like halfway between cumming and peeing. I started to drip from my caged cock.

"That's a good white boy. Let's pick up the pace. Don't fight it, let it out. I give you permission."

Rachel started really thrusting. Each time the dildo entered me, I let out a yelp.

I didn't notice Ashley and Lara come in.

"Oh my God is this what you do to him Lars?" That must have been Ashley.

"Every time we're together. The bitch can take cock like a champ."

"Oh look, I think he's cumming. Oh my God it's so cute, he's actually cumming. I didn't even know he could do that."

And so I was. My caged cock was squirting. Or more like dribbling alot. No powerful spurts like in a full orgasm, but somehow gentler, more relaxed. Not a peak, but a wave throughout my body.

I collapsed on the bed in a pool of my own juices.

"I can't believe you made the bitch cum Rachel. Why even bother?" Lara asked, contemptuous.

But Rachel turned to her and Lara backed down, looking the other way. No doubt about it - there was something between those two.

"You're a great guy Jay, even for a white boy" Rachel said.

We all retired to the amphitheatre. But where was Tori, Mike and James?

We could hear the unmistakable sound of sex. But muffled. Through a red door and into another bedroom, we got our answer. The site that met us was not something you see every day.

Tori was on all fours, being used from both ends by Mike and James. Mike was buried balls deep in the brunette's throat, while James was taking her from behind, his monster black cock thrusting into her pussy. Tori's enormous mammaries were dangling down and jiggling with each thrust from behind and in front. Although Mike's cock was gagging her you could still make out a whine.... she must have been cumming continuously from Mike's cock pounding her pussy, which was dripping.

Mike withdrew from Tori's mouth and gestured for the girls at the door.

"Get over here, I need pussy"

Lara began coming over, but Mike growled.

"Not you slut. The redhead. I want some of that tight redhead pussy"

Lara looked like she had been sucker punched in the gut.

Ashley bent over, bracing herself with the wall. Mike grabbed her slender hips and with a growl ****** his cock into her pussy. It was already well lubricated from plunging Tori's throat. Ashley whined as he impaled her. But there was no resistance. This was what she wanted. Mike grabbed her slender neck and began thrusting.

James, meanwhile, had Tori on her back now, legs fully spread in the air. He was really pounding her mercilessly now.

You have never seen a woman truly and fully fucked until you see one fucked by a black man like James. Women like to lure men with their feminine mysteries, to entice them with the unseen, to tease. Tori had no mysteries left. There was nothing left to the imagination. She was splayed open. She was inside out. James was wrecking her. And she was loving it.

"Oh fuckkkkk I'm cuuumming......."

"Nobody gives a fuck if you're cumming, shut your mouth bitch."

James put his hand over Tori's mouth to quiet her down.

Mike was really giving it to Ashley now. He had her pinned against the wall. You could tell he was close to cumming. With a final thrust, he empties himself inside the red-head. You could see him shaking as he unloaded inside her. That didn't last long. Tori's throat must have really worked him up.

James didn't seem to be close to cumming, as unbelievable as that seemed. He withdrew from her pussy, Tori uttering a pitiable wine.

"Bitch is loose as hell. Keeps cumming and making a mess. Fuck man, I need something tighter"

I can only imagine what was going through Tori's mind. But given she was little more than a quivering mess, one wonders if she had a mind left.

James turned to Lara. She eagerly came over to him, lay on her back and offered him her pussy.

"Nahh bitch. I'm in the mood for some ass. Get your pink ass over there on your hands and knees"

"No please James, please my pussy. I need you in my pussy".

James slapped Lara across the face. The entire room went quiet.

"Bitch, you don't tell me which hole I should use. You got three holes, and I choose the one I like. I want the ass. Get over there, spread those cheeks and don't make me ask again."

Lara sobbed.

"Please James no... You nearly tore me apart last time. Please not in my ass, I can't take it"

"Bitch. I'll say it again. I pick the hole. The ass. Get that pink ass ready for me."

I thought she was going to defy him this time. But meekly she got onto all fours and with another sob, delicately spread her cheeks for him, inviting him over. Her rosebud was swollen and looked funny. He must have used it hard last time.

"Now that's a tight hole. Fuck yeah."

James spit on his cock, and then in Lara's waiting hole.

Rachel was grinning.

End of Part 5

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The Third Date - Part 7

It was the most erotic sight of my life.

Lara, on her hands and knees, mouth wide open, panting, sweat glistening on her brow. James on top of her, his muscular black body contrasted with her alabaster skin. His 220 lbs muscled body pressing over her petite frame, crushing her into him.

A little bit of spit mixed with a bit of Tori's leftover juices is all the lube he needs, just enough to get her started. Then the look on Lara's face as James's proud African manhood presses against her pink rosebud, spreading it, stretching it impossibly wide. Inch by inch, he enters the petite blonde, making room for himself inside her. Her expression changes by the second as each inch opens her a little more. Fear, pleasure, agony, then finally resignation. James's expression remains steady: initially anger, determination, then pure enjoyment at his conquest and the pleasure her body is giving him.

Lara weakly presses against his thighs with her little hands, futilely trying to stop or slow down the inevitable. James slaps away her hands, grabbing the two wrists and holding them behind her back, using them as leverage to pull her against him. Then he bottoms out, his goose egg sized balls coming to rest over the little tuft of blonde hair above her pussy.

"Now this is what I'm talking bout bitch, this is some primo snowbunny ass" James slaps Lara's pink cheeks, one for each.

Rachel is watching, a few feet away, her dark eyes bright with lust. Tori's head is now buried between Rachel's black thighs, her soft lips pressed firmly into Rachel's full dark bush. The brunette's head bobs rhythmically with Rachel's hand gripping her, guiding her. Rachel produces copious juices and Tori struggles to keep up with the volume of female juices as she licks, her tongue flicking delicately against Rachel's quarter sized clit.

Meanwhile, Ashley kneels between Mike's legs, her tongue delicately cleaning up the dried semen and juices left on his spent cock. Mike is still soft, having just moments before pumped a sizeable load into Ashley's body. But even soft, I can see that the black organ is twice as big as mine would have been hard. His cock shows signs of life as he witness's his friends erotic coupling with the whimpering blonde plaything taking the business end of his cock. Soon he is hard yet again, sitting back languidly, hands curled in the redhead's hair.

James is thrusting pretty aggressively now.

"Fucking white bitch. Gonna. Tear. You. A New. ASSHOLE! Fuuuck!" Mike picks up the pace, now pounding Lara with wild abandon. Her blue eyes are wide with fear, agony as he takes her.

All around the room, white yields to black. Soft pale bodies service hard black ones. White gives the pleasure and black receives it. Black mouths cry out in ecstasy, while white mouths pant with exertion.

Rachel reaches her climax first, her pussy spasming over Tori's lips, coating the slut's face with copious juices. Rachel grips Tori's long hair and powerfully cums on her face.

"That's it sweetie, keep working that tongue.... Ohhh bitch... right there. Don't stop!" Rachel keeps convulsing, producing an impressive flow that most white boys could only hope to match.

Ashley's mouth presses into Mike's pelvis, his balls coming to rest on her chin as he bottoms out and then erupts. He removes his cock to spray the last few jets of cum on Ashley's face, as she gasps for air, sputtering thick semen. She raises her hand up as if to shield her face from the ropes of cum, but it lands in her eyes, in her red hair, painting her.

The last orgasm in the room belongs to James. He bottoms out into Lara. She collapses under his muscled frame, her body presses painfully into the hard floor. Then a little dainty white foot lifts up instinctively, a tiny bit of white in a sea of black muscle as James roars in triumph. His black balls tighten and then he empties himself into Lara's docile opening. His orgasm seems to last a full minute.

I sit in the middle of the room, in a sea of convulsing black bodies, all reaching orgasm near simultaneously. My little white organ seems to shrink and shrivel inside its plastic prison. All I can do is observe the spectacle, feeling ever unworthy. A part of me is glad my penis remains trapped, soft, useless. The idea of me adding my own little climax to this spectacle seems laughable, my little squirt pale and insignificant.

As Mike, James and Rachel come down from their pleasure, Ashley and Tori stumble to the nearby bathroom to clean up. Lara lies on the ground, her anus torn and leaking semen, barely able to move, let alone extricate herself from James, who languishes on the floor, hands idly stroking her puffed up butt, lazily drawing circles around her stretched out, leaking rosebud, which is still gaping and only slowly starting to close up.

"You're a good girl." James says to Lara, patting her playfully on her bum. "Sorry if I was a little rough on you baby, but you know how it is - you can't say no to me baby. I always pick the hole, right? You can't be telling a brother which hole to use, you know?".

Lara nods weekly, dazed and barely conscious.

End of Part 7

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Nice work. I hope you keep going with it. Question though, i don't see a part 6, it goes from 5 to 7??? Is it a typo? I just came across your story and don't know if there is a part missing.