[This story is a cooperative effort by Arora and Will. She provided some details of her fantasies for Will to write. Then they edited the story for submission. Enjoy.]
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Arora was about to meet her first white man for a date. Secretly she hoped sex also, but she felt embarrassed, shameful about sex. Her secret desire was to be forced, to be a sex slave. That way she might not feel like she was doing something wrong. She is a beautiful, full-figured, shy woman with dark, black hair, creamy chocolate skin smooth to the touch. She thought her clit was too small, her vagina lips by contrast too fat, her stomach and breasts too big. Being with a white man was taboo for those in her circle of friends and family. Many resented a white man dominating a black woman. It reminded them of their slave history, so they could get very hostile about it.
She had met this white guy, Will, online. He wrote stories about interracial sex. She enjoyed reading his stories and wrote to tell him so. He talked with her via e-mails for several weeks. His answers and questions to her were honest, she thought, and she knew they stimulated her, made her cunt dripping wet, sliming her kinky pubic hairs, drooling into the crack of her ass. Arora wanted to be fucked in the ass, and her pussy, she wanted to have her breasts spanked while she was tied, bound, near helpless. While reading Will’s stories and e-mails, she fingered herself. She fucked herself with dildoes, usually white ones, sometimes vibrating ones. She sucked them, slid them in her pussy and asshole. Turned on the vibrators and luxuriated in the tingling movement deep in her holes. She enjoyed using a variety of household items in place of the artificial cocks. One of her favorite toys was an electric toothbrush. She used it on her little clit, torturing it with the vibrating bristles, the hard plastic head of the device – the same one she used to brush her pearly white teeth.
For her date, Arora dressed conservatively but provocatively. She wore a long dress; the top crossed diagonally over one of her soft, dark shoulders, leaving her other shoulder exposed, the top of her ample breasts. She couldn’t wear a bra with the dress and decided to go without panties too. The dress hung loosely concealing the pooch of her stomach, lifted in the back, though, by her rounded, firm, full buttocks. She accented the dress with a knitted, white shawl, high heels that made the calves of her legs firm and rounded, her thighs the same.
Will picked her up at her place in his Maroon Chrysler Sebring convertible, the top down. He arrived before dark, and Arora’s nosy neighbors saw her greet Will at the door, then go obediently with him to the car. He let her in the passenger side, while admiring her rounded butt, the creamy chocolate of her skin, her full breasts, ruby red lips, glistening white teeth as she smiled at him and settled into the seat.
Will circled the front of the car looking still at her lustfully. He was an absolute satyr, a dark-skinned half white, half American Indian. His greatest desire was to please any woman he had the opportunity to be with, any way she wanted to be taken and used by him for his and her pleasure.
He took Arora to a mixed-race club. There they danced together, ate a marvelous meal, and drank, before dinner drinks, wine with the dinner, after dinner drinks. While they ate, drank and danced, he cleverly pried more information from her, intimate details of her desires. Shy as she was, she was surprised to find herself willing to share intimate thoughts with Will. Both Will and Arora were aware of others in the club watching them as they became more and more affectionate with each other on the dance floor and at their table. Will sat beside her with his arm around her. He held her close when they danced to the slow numbers, boldly touching her butt, sometimes holding her ass cheeks with both hands. She felt his big, hard cock pressing against her lower body, her big tits pressed to his chest. He nuzzled her neck, licked it even, and sometimes kissed her on the mouth as they danced.
After several hours of dancing and drinking, Arora was buzzed by the wine and good liquor. She felt really relaxed and an increasing horniness. She didn’t know he had an arrangement with the bartender and the waitress, both were women Will had bedded before, sometimes separately and sometimes in a three-ways. They doctored Arora’s drinks with a subtle powder guaranteed to make her receptive to Will’s advances and his later domination of her. The payback for the bartender and waitress was a videotape Will planned to make of himself and Arora that night, the next morning, maybe even longer, and possibly some time in bed with Arora themselves, with or without Will.
Eventually Will suggested they go to another club. This was a private club where Arora found special entertainment she never expected on a date, especially a first date with a man of any race. At this club, Will had a private booth arranged for them, and more of the spiked drinks for her provided by another waitress. From the privacy of their booth, they could watch the special entertainment, but others in the club could not see into their booth or watch them as they created their own show.
The first few acts featured some really hunky, muscular guys dancing suggestively, even coming off stage and going to the tables between the booth occupied by Will and Arora and other the booths in the room. Couples, trios, and groups consisting of men and women, men with men or women with women, occupied the other booths. All the booths were draped with see through curtains. The dancers came off the stage to the tables where Will, Arora and others could see them, and to the booths where they could not be seen, except for their naked butts or fronts when they turned and bent over for the benefit of those in the booth where they entertained whoever was inside. The booths formed a semi-circle around the tables that were between the booths and the stage.
As the night wore on into morning, voluptuous women took the stage, alone, or in groups of two or more, dancing and touching each other, kissing, licking, sucking exposed nipples, navels and butt cheeks. The women dancers also went to the tables and booths. During these early parts of the show, the male entertainers had their cocks handled, balls mouthed, cocks sucked, asses licked. Similarly the women dancers nipples, pussies and asses were fondled, kissed, licked and sucked.
Arora grew ever more aroused by the show and her special drinks. Her pussy became wet, and then leaked her juices onto her dress, then onto the cushioned seat. Will had encouraged her to lift her dress for him to see her pretty legs. While raising her dress she took advantage of the idea to uncover her butt so her dress would not get even wetter than it was already. Her nipples were hard, well accented pointy nubs on the ends of her big tits pushing out the cloth of her dress.
Will smelled her arousal over the smoke wafting through the room, some of it the pungent odor of marijuana. Adding to the drugs being used in the room, some of the guests snorted lines of cocaine openly, others shared crack pipes, took pills, drank special blends of liquid stimulants.
Will knew it was time to take Arora a step further into depravity as her eyes gleamed, she trembled and broke a sweat, her arousal smelled strong in their booth. Without asking he pulled her close to him, leaned over, kissed her deeply on the mouth, probing with his tongue and getting her tongue in his mouth in return. He nuzzled, kissed, licked her ears, neck, kissed her more; felt her hardened nipples, the soft flesh of her titties. He eased the top of her dress down exposing her breasts. He kissed, licked and sucked each of them in turn, wetting her globes, nursing, nipping lightly her full areola and pointy nipples.
Arora moaned into Will’s mouth as he kissed her while fondling her tits. Involuntarily she relaxed her legs letting her thighs open. Will caught the more prominent smell of her sex as her cunt opened slightly. He felt her thigh, the other one, opened her legs further. Cupped, massaged her pussy, felt her kinky hairs, soft, puffy, fat outer lips. He opened her twat with two fingers feeling the lines separating her thick outer lips from inner folds. He eased his middle finger into her wet hole. “Oooooh,” Arora moaned, a fresh flow coating Will’s already wet hand, the finger moving deeper into her quim. With his thumb he rubbed her little clit. It was small but also hard, erect in her arousal.
He took one of her hands and placed it on his hard cock, jutting up, and bubbling pre-cum from the slit in the end of it. She felt his wetness, the firm softness of his cock, the veins, especially the thick vein underneath leading from his full balls in their hairy sack to the mushroom head that flared at the end of his long shaft. As Will massaged her breasts, with one hand he fingerfucked her with one, two, then three fingers opening her pink hole and still rubbing her clit with his thumb, she stroked his cock sliming his pre-cum all over the helmeted-head and onto his shaft.
“Yeah, baby, love that cock, feel my balls with your other hand,” he whispered into her ear. She complied, hefting his big nuts, then massaging them gently while she slid her hand up and down his shaft.
He lifted his mouth from her wet, aching hard nipples. He kissed her again swirling his tongue around in her mouth, reaching it as deep as he could back to her throat. Ending the kiss, he pushed her head down toward his groin. “Kiss my cock,” he ordered her. “Lick it, taste my sweet juice.”
Dazed by her drinks, stunned at his bold dominance in this public place, she resisted. She stiffened her back and neck. He felt the resistance, her hesitance. “Get down there and lick it, kiss it, suck my cock you horny slut.”
