White Boy by Master Ivan
Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 5:14 am
White Boy
by Master Ivan
I had just finished work and was about to head home. I made a brief stop on the way at a convenience store for some cigarettes and a few other things and was heading back out to my car. Outside the store was a trio of black girls, all a bit on the short and chubby side. One was seemingly ranting about some complaint she had with a boyfriend...
"Who the fuck does he think he is? He's too proud to go down on me, but he wants his dick sucked every time we get down? I told him to forget about it!"
The other two laughed. I stopped, smiling a bit at the thought. I'll never know why, but I quipped, "That doesn't seem fair at all. Why in the world wouldn't he want to go down on you?"
The three stopped in mid stream, and one of them seemed ready to ask me if it was any of my business. The one who issued the original complaint stopped her, looking at me. Our eyes met, and I could feel her probing me.
"So, do you get down?"
I wasn't clear on what she was looking for, or why she even deemed me worthy to talk to. But I offered, "Sure...if she wants it. A guy is supposed to please his woman, right?"
She smiled at that, and replied, "Damned right! But I know you guys...one little lick, and you'll want your own dick sucked. Us girls don't get off on just a sample--the guy's got to work at it awhile to get anything done."
"Of course."
"And how long would you work at it? How long before you decided you had enough and wanted something back?"
I thought about that. Actually, I enjoyed doing oral on a female. There were times in the past I'd spent an entire evening engaged in oral sex with no reciprocation--in both directions--with full consent on both sides.
"Heh...there shouldn't be a price on things like that. If a guy loves his woman, why should be have to make deals? He should just give her what she wants...and if she loves him, she can prove it to him in her own way."
She smiled at that. I then noticed her eyes surreptitiously looking me up and down, checking me out. After a brief pause, she asked, "So, do you enjoy going down on a woman?"
I felt a rush going thru me with those words. It was at that point I began to feel she was not asking just rhetorically, but had something in mind. I smiled broadly, and answered her, honestly, "I love it."
She smiled herself, and asked, "And suppose the woman just wanted it from you and didn't even care about getting you off?"
My rush intensified. I know she saw it, and I saw another smile crossing her lips as she saw the effect the idea had on me.
"I guess I'd do everything I could to give her pleasure, and I'd have to make do without."
Her smile became open and obvious now. "Damned right. And you'd better do a good job, too." Not being able to resist, I asked her, "And what if I failed to please you?"
Her smile took a cruel twist, as she paused briefly, then said, "I'd probably have to spank you."
My cock was becoming erect rapidly, and I felt it pulse powerfully in my jeans. I think she saw it too. We continued to talk briefly. She introduced herself as Tiana, and her girlfriends were Debbie and Christine.
"So, white boy, you think you could please a black woman with just your tongue?"
Now, I felt her continuing to size me up and begin to take control of the exchange. Where my comments earlier were pretty much fantasy, a flight of my mind, hers were actively negotiating, laying out the rules for whatever she had in mind. I felt the control, and found myself yearning for more of it.
"Yes."
She smiled at me...not with affection, but mockingly, feeling me submitting to her, yielding to her. "You know, black women need a big black dick to get off on. I don't even wanna hear about your little white microdick--if I let you suck me, no one's gonna touch that little thing.
My eyes lowered, in deference to her, continuing to yield. "Of course."
"You got anywhere you gotta be? Shit you gotta do?"
"No."
"You want me to try you out and see what you can do for me?"
My eyes widened at that, as her plans accelerated and took form. I shuddered, now highly aroused, and replied, "Sure, if you wish."
She smiled again and said, "I damned well DO wish. Come with me..."
She turned and began walking to the front of the apartment building in which she lived, and her two friends followed along. I saw them following, and asked, a bit nervous, "A-are they gonna come along?"
She turned on me, and challenged me, "You think I'm gonna let some strange white boy come up into my crib to play and not have friends around? Shiiiit, I'm not stupid. I'm not about to get ripped off." She led the way inside.
We entered her small apartment, where she sat on a large chair. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, not sure of what she wanted me to do--and she left me there to sweat while she told one of her friends to crack open a bottle of wine and bring it out with some glasses. I noted that only three glasses appeared--I wouldn't be drinking with them.
She started to pour, and the girl told me, "Why don't you just strip down to your skivvies. Might turn me on to see you that way...help me to get off."
Standing in front of the three black women, I began to remove my shirt. My tee-shirt, shoes and socks quickly followed, and after a long pause with three pairs of female eyes on me, I finally removed my pants to reveal my bikini briefs, filled out with my erection.
One of the girls friends laughed cruelly and commented, "You were right. Another tiny white dick. That shit wouldn't be good for nothin'. " The others laughed in response--I blushed, embarrassed, as my erection softened.
One of them gathered up my clothes, rolled them up into a ball and placed them inside a closet. As I turned to look, concerned about them, my hostess barked at me, "Never mind about your shit, boy--you'll get it all back when you're done. Right now, you got more important things to think about--like my pussy. Get down on your knees..."
I dropped to my knees immediately. She quickly removed her panties, then raised up her legs, draping them over the two arms of the chair. Her pussy was fully exposed, opened and already wet. "There you go, white boy--get to work. And keep your hands where I can see them!"
I crawled forward, already breathing in her scent from a foot away. She wasn't particularly dirty, although she clearly hadn't showered today. Her scent was powerful--the sweat of a long day combined with the unmistakeable odor of her arousal. I brought my mouth to within reach, obediently placed my hands on the arms of the chair right by where her feet were braced, then placed my lips on her pussy.
A kiss first, as I made first contact. I felt her gasp, the electricity jolting us both. I repeated the kiss, in the center and on both sides, on her outer lips, as she began to moan. Soon, she moved her right hand down and began to weave her fingers thru my hair. The hand guided me, up and down, center left and right as my kisses combined with licking and sucking. As her arousal mounted slowly, the grip tightened in my hair and became more demanding. Soon, I began to taste her juices flowing into my mouth.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see the other two girls watching intently, their eyes taking in both my service and my lower body as my erection returned in force. There was fire in their eyes as they were clearly being aroused by the performance. I moaned myself as my arousal mounted, now very tempted to move one hand down to my cock--but she felt the movement instantly, gripping the hand and holding it there. A moment later, I moved again, and she told one of her girlfriends, "Hey, Christine, you wanna get me that clothesline in the kitchen? This white boy is gonna need help keeping his hands out of trouble..."
I heard her footsteps as she walked out of my field of vision. Moments later, I heard her return and stand behind me. Debbie took hold of my hands and held them behind my back as Christine did the honors and bound my wrists together behind my back. Palm to palm, they were tightly tied. I wouldn't be freeing them myself.
Now, with me unable to resist, Tiana's hands tightened in my hair and forced me into her pussy harder. She began to pump on my face, sliding back and forth across my laboring lips and tongue, covering my face with her juices which were flowing heavily now. Her moans intensified, as my tongue tried to push in deeper, feeling her getting close to orgasm. Finally, she began to scream as she got off, practically tearing my hair out in the process, buffeting my face with her thrusts at my mouth. The grip remained firm as she slowly came down from her peak, holding me against her, my mouth in position to drink down her juices.
Finally, she relaxed her grip, held me back from her, and ordered me, "OK, white boy, clean me up!". She pulled me back in, and under the guidance of her hand in my hair, I began to lick her clean. After several more minutes, she finally let go of my hair and retrieved her panties.
She smiled, broadly. "MMMMMmmmmmmmm.....I think this little white boy just might do." I heard the other girls expressing their approval, along with some laughter. I suffered, still kneeling between them all in my briefs, suffering with an untouched erection.
She lit a cigarette, at which I showed my frustration on my face. I wanted a smoke too, needed one, but was helpless to get one with my bound hands. Tiana looked at me displeased, and scolded me, "What you thinking about, boy? You got my friends all hot and bothered, and now you wanna back out? You still got work to do, boy." I heard one of them laugh, as the other one said "Right on to that!". She quickly pulled up her own skirt, took off her panties, and ordered me, "Get down on this, white boy!...."
I shuddered as I crawled on my knees to where Debbie now sat, her pussy revealed and waiting for my mouth. She was already wet and open, and she quickly pulled me in deeper, seeking my tongue inside of her. I could see Christine watching intently as well, fire in her own eyes. I thrust my tongue into Debbie’s wet pussy and began to lick.
It was going to be a long night...
11/5/09
Copyright © 2009
Master Ivan Press
by Master Ivan
I had just finished work and was about to head home. I made a brief stop on the way at a convenience store for some cigarettes and a few other things and was heading back out to my car. Outside the store was a trio of black girls, all a bit on the short and chubby side. One was seemingly ranting about some complaint she had with a boyfriend...
"Who the fuck does he think he is? He's too proud to go down on me, but he wants his dick sucked every time we get down? I told him to forget about it!"
The other two laughed. I stopped, smiling a bit at the thought. I'll never know why, but I quipped, "That doesn't seem fair at all. Why in the world wouldn't he want to go down on you?"
The three stopped in mid stream, and one of them seemed ready to ask me if it was any of my business. The one who issued the original complaint stopped her, looking at me. Our eyes met, and I could feel her probing me.
"So, do you get down?"
I wasn't clear on what she was looking for, or why she even deemed me worthy to talk to. But I offered, "Sure...if she wants it. A guy is supposed to please his woman, right?"
She smiled at that, and replied, "Damned right! But I know you guys...one little lick, and you'll want your own dick sucked. Us girls don't get off on just a sample--the guy's got to work at it awhile to get anything done."
"Of course."
"And how long would you work at it? How long before you decided you had enough and wanted something back?"
I thought about that. Actually, I enjoyed doing oral on a female. There were times in the past I'd spent an entire evening engaged in oral sex with no reciprocation--in both directions--with full consent on both sides.
"Heh...there shouldn't be a price on things like that. If a guy loves his woman, why should be have to make deals? He should just give her what she wants...and if she loves him, she can prove it to him in her own way."
She smiled at that. I then noticed her eyes surreptitiously looking me up and down, checking me out. After a brief pause, she asked, "So, do you enjoy going down on a woman?"
I felt a rush going thru me with those words. It was at that point I began to feel she was not asking just rhetorically, but had something in mind. I smiled broadly, and answered her, honestly, "I love it."
She smiled herself, and asked, "And suppose the woman just wanted it from you and didn't even care about getting you off?"
My rush intensified. I know she saw it, and I saw another smile crossing her lips as she saw the effect the idea had on me.
"I guess I'd do everything I could to give her pleasure, and I'd have to make do without."
Her smile became open and obvious now. "Damned right. And you'd better do a good job, too." Not being able to resist, I asked her, "And what if I failed to please you?"
Her smile took a cruel twist, as she paused briefly, then said, "I'd probably have to spank you."
My cock was becoming erect rapidly, and I felt it pulse powerfully in my jeans. I think she saw it too. We continued to talk briefly. She introduced herself as Tiana, and her girlfriends were Debbie and Christine.
"So, white boy, you think you could please a black woman with just your tongue?"
Now, I felt her continuing to size me up and begin to take control of the exchange. Where my comments earlier were pretty much fantasy, a flight of my mind, hers were actively negotiating, laying out the rules for whatever she had in mind. I felt the control, and found myself yearning for more of it.
"Yes."
She smiled at me...not with affection, but mockingly, feeling me submitting to her, yielding to her. "You know, black women need a big black dick to get off on. I don't even wanna hear about your little white microdick--if I let you suck me, no one's gonna touch that little thing.
My eyes lowered, in deference to her, continuing to yield. "Of course."
"You got anywhere you gotta be? Shit you gotta do?"
"No."
"You want me to try you out and see what you can do for me?"
My eyes widened at that, as her plans accelerated and took form. I shuddered, now highly aroused, and replied, "Sure, if you wish."
She smiled again and said, "I damned well DO wish. Come with me..."
She turned and began walking to the front of the apartment building in which she lived, and her two friends followed along. I saw them following, and asked, a bit nervous, "A-are they gonna come along?"
She turned on me, and challenged me, "You think I'm gonna let some strange white boy come up into my crib to play and not have friends around? Shiiiit, I'm not stupid. I'm not about to get ripped off." She led the way inside.
We entered her small apartment, where she sat on a large chair. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, not sure of what she wanted me to do--and she left me there to sweat while she told one of her friends to crack open a bottle of wine and bring it out with some glasses. I noted that only three glasses appeared--I wouldn't be drinking with them.
She started to pour, and the girl told me, "Why don't you just strip down to your skivvies. Might turn me on to see you that way...help me to get off."
Standing in front of the three black women, I began to remove my shirt. My tee-shirt, shoes and socks quickly followed, and after a long pause with three pairs of female eyes on me, I finally removed my pants to reveal my bikini briefs, filled out with my erection.
One of the girls friends laughed cruelly and commented, "You were right. Another tiny white dick. That shit wouldn't be good for nothin'. " The others laughed in response--I blushed, embarrassed, as my erection softened.
One of them gathered up my clothes, rolled them up into a ball and placed them inside a closet. As I turned to look, concerned about them, my hostess barked at me, "Never mind about your shit, boy--you'll get it all back when you're done. Right now, you got more important things to think about--like my pussy. Get down on your knees..."
I dropped to my knees immediately. She quickly removed her panties, then raised up her legs, draping them over the two arms of the chair. Her pussy was fully exposed, opened and already wet. "There you go, white boy--get to work. And keep your hands where I can see them!"
I crawled forward, already breathing in her scent from a foot away. She wasn't particularly dirty, although she clearly hadn't showered today. Her scent was powerful--the sweat of a long day combined with the unmistakeable odor of her arousal. I brought my mouth to within reach, obediently placed my hands on the arms of the chair right by where her feet were braced, then placed my lips on her pussy.
A kiss first, as I made first contact. I felt her gasp, the electricity jolting us both. I repeated the kiss, in the center and on both sides, on her outer lips, as she began to moan. Soon, she moved her right hand down and began to weave her fingers thru my hair. The hand guided me, up and down, center left and right as my kisses combined with licking and sucking. As her arousal mounted slowly, the grip tightened in my hair and became more demanding. Soon, I began to taste her juices flowing into my mouth.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see the other two girls watching intently, their eyes taking in both my service and my lower body as my erection returned in force. There was fire in their eyes as they were clearly being aroused by the performance. I moaned myself as my arousal mounted, now very tempted to move one hand down to my cock--but she felt the movement instantly, gripping the hand and holding it there. A moment later, I moved again, and she told one of her girlfriends, "Hey, Christine, you wanna get me that clothesline in the kitchen? This white boy is gonna need help keeping his hands out of trouble..."
I heard her footsteps as she walked out of my field of vision. Moments later, I heard her return and stand behind me. Debbie took hold of my hands and held them behind my back as Christine did the honors and bound my wrists together behind my back. Palm to palm, they were tightly tied. I wouldn't be freeing them myself.
Now, with me unable to resist, Tiana's hands tightened in my hair and forced me into her pussy harder. She began to pump on my face, sliding back and forth across my laboring lips and tongue, covering my face with her juices which were flowing heavily now. Her moans intensified, as my tongue tried to push in deeper, feeling her getting close to orgasm. Finally, she began to scream as she got off, practically tearing my hair out in the process, buffeting my face with her thrusts at my mouth. The grip remained firm as she slowly came down from her peak, holding me against her, my mouth in position to drink down her juices.
Finally, she relaxed her grip, held me back from her, and ordered me, "OK, white boy, clean me up!". She pulled me back in, and under the guidance of her hand in my hair, I began to lick her clean. After several more minutes, she finally let go of my hair and retrieved her panties.
She smiled, broadly. "MMMMMmmmmmmmm.....I think this little white boy just might do." I heard the other girls expressing their approval, along with some laughter. I suffered, still kneeling between them all in my briefs, suffering with an untouched erection.
She lit a cigarette, at which I showed my frustration on my face. I wanted a smoke too, needed one, but was helpless to get one with my bound hands. Tiana looked at me displeased, and scolded me, "What you thinking about, boy? You got my friends all hot and bothered, and now you wanna back out? You still got work to do, boy." I heard one of them laugh, as the other one said "Right on to that!". She quickly pulled up her own skirt, took off her panties, and ordered me, "Get down on this, white boy!...."
I shuddered as I crawled on my knees to where Debbie now sat, her pussy revealed and waiting for my mouth. She was already wet and open, and she quickly pulled me in deeper, seeking my tongue inside of her. I could see Christine watching intently as well, fire in her own eyes. I thrust my tongue into Debbie’s wet pussy and began to lick.
It was going to be a long night...
11/5/09
Copyright © 2009
Master Ivan Press