Aimee And Khalil Pt 01

Warning/Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters in this story use racist, homophobic, and transphobic slurs. This story is not an endorsement of racism, homophobia, or transphobia, these devices are used in this story for erotic purposes only.

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It's 7:15 PM, late enough that most people in the office have gone home already. I head to the cafeteria and grab a cup of decaf. My friend Aimee asked to speak with me after work tonight. She and I formed a friendship after sharing experiences with each other as two of the very few non-Whites in this company. I'm happy to help my friend with her troubles, even if it means staying a little extra late. Truthfully, I have a crush on her too, so I wouldn't turn down an opportunity to spend time with her. She's hot, intelligent, successful, kind, fun to be around, obviously way out of my league. I spot her at a table in the corner—the cafeteria is otherwise deserted. I grab a seat across from her.

"Hey, Khalil," she says. Aimee looks a little awkward today. I wonder what she wants to talk about.

"What's up?"

"I, uh, I'm concerned about something with my boyfriend, I wanted to know what you think. I know you've told me already that you think Brad's a jerk, but recently he's been getting more...aggressive. The last few times we had sex, he kept making racial comments like 'your Asian pussy is craving my big White cock, isn't it?' He even started calling me slurs like chink and gook."

Part of me would love to tell off this racist prick, but Brad's way fitter and stronger than me, and he's the type who would beat the shit out of me just because he can. I tell her, "It's honestly not surprising to me that he's a racist. Most of the people in this shit town are." We live in a small city in Indiana that is over 95% White, and while most Mid-West people hide their racism behind fake smiles, there are always a few who aren't afraid to be open about it. "Guys like him think that Asian women exist to be their sex slaves. It shouldn't be that hard to dump him, right?"

"I know, right!? That's the sense I get! But...the thing is...it actually really turns me on," she looks down into her coffee cup as she says this, clearly embarrassed.

"You like it when Brad racially demeans you?"

"This is why I wanted to talk to you! Part of me is absolutely disgusted by it, but it makes my pussy tingle so much and I can't even explain why. I'm so confused and I have no idea what to do."

"I can actually understand how you feel. You need to make your decision balancing your happiness and your safety. Do you think he'll get violent?"

"No, I don't think so...but wait a minute, what did you mean by saying you can understand how I feel?"

"Oh, I just meant generally, you know..." I almost fucked up. I don't want to tell her that story.

"You're being pretty evasive Khalil. Have you been in a similar situation before?" She leans in and stares at me. We're just friends, but still, she's very attractive and it would be extremely embarrassing for me to tell her that story. It looks like Aimee's not going to let this go though, I might have to bite the bullet.

"Well, its not really the same circumstance. Anyway, with these types of issues it's probably best to speak with a therapist," I try one last attempt at evasion.

"A therapist isn't going to be as good as talking to someone whose gone through something similar. Tell me what happened with you!" Her cute face is glaring at me with determination. This is the worst.

"Fine, Aimee. This story is for your ears only, but I'm not even sure if telling you this will help you or just confuse you more."

"That's fine, just tell me."

"It was with a guy back in college." Aimee already knows that I'm bisexual, so this shouldn't be very surprising for her. I continue, "Jake. He was a typical White frat boy alpha male at our mediocre state university: tall, chiseled, arrogant, racist, and stupid. He used to call me Jihad Tranny."

"What?! I get the jihad part, because you're Middle Eastern, but why tranny?"

"Because he's fucking stupid! The dorms at our university were from the '50s, and they still had communal showers. Most of us just stared at the wall while we showered to avoid looking at anyone else, and we got out as quickly as we could, but frat douches like Jake always wanted to swing their big dicks around and compare. Jake saw me in the shower, and he thought I was on hormones because of how big my chest is and how small my penis is."

"Hahaha!! You do have weirdly big boobs, even for an overweight guy. Is your penis really that small though? I think Jake was on to something! Maybe your feminine body is nature's way of telling you who you were really meant to be! Maybe that's why it's so comforting to do girl-talk with you!" My hot friend Aimee is genuinely enjoying herself laughing at my big tits and small penis. This is why I didn't want to tell her this story-I'm going to die of embarrassment! But I also kind of secretly enjoyed telling her too.

"Ahem. Anyway, it was mostly just him calling me names, until one instance in the showers. I was in there by myself and was just about to leave when Jake and his frat boy posse walked in together. I stared at the wall and tried to ignore them, but I guess Jake thought he could earn some douchebag cred with his buddies if he humiliated me in front of them. He grabbed my arms from behind and dragged me out in the open, facing me towards his friends, and shouts 'Hey guys, there's a girl in the boy's shower!' He's standing behind me and I can feel his huge dick pressing against my lower back and the top of my ass. His friends, five hot White douchebag frat guys with ripped bodies and big dicks hanging down to their mid-thighs, all looking at me and laughing. I remember one guy making a groping motion like he was fondling my tits. Another guy was making the pinching small penis sign with his hand. I couldn't help it under those circumstances—I got an erection. Jake pushed me away from him, saying 'get away from me, shitskin faggot!' The other guys were shouting 'get out of here sissy faggot!' at me as I ran out of the showers."

"After that day, more and more people started calling me gay slurs, I guess to fit in with the frat douches. I was forced to come out as bisexual. If I didn't, everyone would have assumed I was gay, and I wouldn't have had any chance with women for the rest of college, not that I had any chance anyway. My roommate requested another room. Since no one was willing to swap with him, he got a new room to himself. The dorm advisors blamed me for not listing my sexuality properly on the paperwork, so they made me pay for his new room."

"Oh my god, that's awful!" Aimee holds my hand and gives me a look of earnest sympathy. My heart palpitates.

"It really wasn't all bad. There were a lot of bigots, but I had allies too, and I ended up making some true friends with the other LGBT students. Plus, I now had my dorm room to myself." There really were a lot of ups and downs during my college days.

"Being out and losing my roommate both led to my experience with Jake. One night, Jake barges into my dorm completely unexpected, drunk out of his mind, holding a bottle of sex lube. He says, 'Hey, Jihad Tranny! You like my big White dick, don't you, sissy boy?' He pulled his clothes off, then he grabbed me and tore my clothes off too. I made feeble attempts to push him away and tell him to get out, but I knew there was no way I could stop him. He started spanking my ass, and I got hard immediately. Jake starts laughing, 'Hahaha, look, your big tranny tits jiggle when I spank your fat ass! You got excited from that? You've been waiting for me to conquer your brown ass with my White cock, haven't you?' He shoved me over my bed, pushing my face firmly into a pillow so I couldn't scream even if I wanted to. I feel him pouring lube on my boi pussy, and he's rubbing it in with the tip of his dick. He plunged it in very suddenly, all the way in, and I wasn't ready for it. I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly into the pillow, sounding like a female pornstar. I had fingered myself before, but I'd never had anything as huge as Jake's 8-inch cock jammed into me. He got really excited from hearing me moan. I could feel his dick swelling even more inside me. He says, 'That's right, you love my White cock, don't you, she-male? You sound just like a woman! You should change your name to a girl name. You shitskins need to assimilate-I'll give you a white girl name. You're Kaylee from now on.'"

Aimee seems really engrossed in the story for some reason. "Holy shit, I can't believe that happened! You got fucked by him?! And I can totally imagine a racist White guy saying that about your name. I think White guys think me having a Western name means that I'll be more subservient towards them."

"Yeah, they think they're the masters of the universe, and in some ways that White supremacy has been internalized in all of us." I remarked.

"Yeah, yeah, tell the rest of the story!" Aimee really wants me to continue. It's odd, but I feel really validated having her listen to me so intently. Her body language has been a little strange though for the past few minutes.

"He kept holding my head down while he slammed me from behind. He was spanking me and calling me things like 'sandnigger sissy' and 'Taliban t-girl' while he deep-dicked me. My little dick rubbed against the mattress each time his pelvis slammed into me. He said 'Kaylee, you're such a White cock slut!' and I squirted against the edge of the bed, but he kept going with no sign of stopping."

"Oh, oh fuck! Uh, I get really turned on when Brad calls me 'White cock slut' too!" Aimee looks really fidgety for some reason, and she keeps biting her lower lip.

"Jake fucked me for so long that I came four times, and I was moaning like a bitch the entire time. I can't forget how slimy it felt having all my cum on the mattress rubbing against my genitals and thighs. When he finally came, he jammed his dick all the way in and held it there while he unloaded. My lower body quivered while he filled me up. He pulled his dick out except for the tip and kept shooting his cum, topping me off. I thought he was done, but he flipped me over onto my back and started jacking off even more cum onto my face. My eyes were closed, and after about 10 seconds the cum was so thick on my face that I couldn't feel whether he was still going or not. I kept laying there on my back, dazed, cum seeping out of my ass, face heavy with goo. I feel him slap the tip of his cock against my cheek; it made a sticky sound as it splashed against the cum. I guess he was milking out the last few squirts. He said, 'Wow Kaylee, you're such a cum dumpster!' I heard him climb up onto the bed next to me. He lifted up the back of my head a little, and then I heard the sound of a camera shutter. My eyes were still closed, but I found out later it was my phone he used to take a selfie with. He took a photo of me laying there covered with cum, his huge dick hanging next to my face, his ripped abs and muscular chest visible behind me."

"I went to the adult toy store the very next day to buy an 8-inch dong, the same size as his. I still use it every day to this day, fucking myself and spanking myself while I look at that picture. Jake was the biggest douchebag in the world, and I fucking hate him, but nothing has ever turned me on more than getting fucked by his huge, dumb, White cock."

Aimee lets out a wail. "Ah, ah, fuck!"

"What the..." I look under the table, and sure enough, I see Aimee with her hand in her pants.

"Ah...sorry, that was so fucking hot. I had no idea you were such a sub! It's like a yaoi manga, except it's real!" She pulls her hand out and crosses her legs tightly. "Fuck, I'm still horny...you're going to help me, sissy boy Khalil, I mean, Kaylee." She stands up from her chair and juts her wet fingers into my mouth as she says this.

Holy shit, is something incredible about to happen to me? I'm a loser who has never even kissed a girl. There's no way someone as amazing as Aimee would let me touch her, would she? I get out of my chair and get on my knees. Her fingers are still in my mouth. My eyes are fixated on hers; I'm awaiting her orders.

Aimee pulls down her pants and panties, and pulls my head in towards her. "You wanna lick the pussy that Brad fucks all the time, don't you? Go ahead, Kaylee."

I've never been intimate with a woman before, but I've seen enough porn that I generally know what to do. My head is between her shapely, warm thighs, and my lips are snug against her crotch. At first, I start kissing her gently. When I start using my tongue on her clit, her body twitches. I thrust my tongue into her, and she lets out a gasp. I continue using her body as a guide, to give her as much pleasure as I can. When she moans or clenches her thighs against me, I assume that means she likes what I'm doing.

"Good boy!" Aimee runs her hand through my hair, stroking my scalp. She's treating me like a pet. "You must really like me, huh? I overheard you once, talking to your boss about me. You were gushing about me, and saying you wish you were me. It was really embarrassing for me to hear, but I was flattered."

It's true, I do admire her a lot. Even though I'm 30, and she's only 26 and has been working at this company only half as long as I have, Aimee's way more accomplished than me, and her salary is almost double mine. She's worked her way up to be the lead data scientist for the company, and I'm still just an average, mid-level developer working on boring web apps. I wanted to go into data science too when I got out of college, but I wasn't smart enough to get hired anywhere as a data scientist. I'm not jealous or bitter toward her in any way though. She's my friend, and I'm incredibly proud of her! Every time she gets a paper published, I buy a copy of the journal it gets printed in. She's so incredible and I'm lucky that she considers me her friend.

Aimee continues her thought. "It didn't occur to me at the time, but now I have to wonder. When you said you wanted to be me, you didn't just mean professionally, did you? You want to get fucked by my hot boyfriend, don't you? I bet it would a dream come true for you if Brad were here right now, fucking your ass while you were licking my pussy, huh?"

My face blushes. I can't deny that Brad is really hot, and I would definitely ride his dick if I had the opportunity, but I'm also kind of scared of him. He has huge muscles, and though Aimee may deny it, Brad has a bit of a temper problem. I don't stop eating her out to respond.

"Ok sissy, I'm going to help you out. Pull your pants down." What?! I obey, but I have no idea what she's planning. She pulls away from me and starts digging in her purse. She retrieves a hairbrush and thrusts it into her pussy a few times.

"There, I've lubed it up. Bend over for me, Kaylee." I comply. I'm shaking-I can't believe this is happening, and I can't believe we're being shameless enough to be doing this in the company cafeteria. Not that I'm worried about getting caught. No one is here this late except the security guards, who mostly stay in the camera room and don't do rounds. We can't be seen on camera either-the nearest security camera is about 15 feet away and is pointed away from us, toward the emergency exit.

Aimee rubs my back for a bit while I'm on all fours, then she spanks my ass a few times. "You can pretend this is Brad's cock. It's not nearly as big as him, but you can use your imagination." She then jams it into my butt, and I give out an embarrassing feminine moan. I am in sheer ecstasy. It doesn't matter to me that the brush handle isn't as big as the toys I use at home. This is Aimee's brush, the one she holds with her hands every day, and now it's inside me. And she's the one that penetrated me with it. I'm pretty sure this warm feeling that I'm getting means that I'm in love with her.

She walks back around in front of me and lifts my chin up. I get back upright on my knees and lock eyes with her. She looks down at me and sees my penis for the first time, all 3 inches of it erect with desire for her. She speaks up, "I understand what Jake was thinking. Your penis is just way too small to be of any use. Your body was built to be a bottom. Good thing you know how to use your tongue and your ass! Now, get back over here!"

She pulls my head back towards her crotch, and I continue eating her out while fucking my ass with her brush. My anus is tingling with delight. I try imagining that Brad is behind me, but I don't know what he looks like naked, nor do I know what his dick feels like. It doesn't matter, just the fact that it's Aimee's brush is enough. Sinking her brush into me makes me feel so warm and happy. It doesn't matter that she doesn't love me back, the fact that she knows my true self and still accepts me for who I am is everything to me.

The more I think about Aimee, the more I subconsciously start thrusting harder. Before I know it, I'm absolutely jackhammering myself. I let out a stifled moan into Aimee's crotch, which I think triggers Aimee. Her legs start trembling, and she falls to her knees. I also squirted my cum at the same time. I wasn't even touching my penis, but seeing that reaction out of Aimee sent me over the edge.

We both look at each other, smiling. We're both breathing hard, fully spent. "Maybe next time Brad can join in for real. Just kidding," Aimee teases.

We both get up and were about to start getting dressed when we hear a dreadful sound. The door to the opens, and two male security guards walk in. We freeze like deer in headlights. The brush handle is still stuck deep in my ass, and my tiny dick is still fully exposed, even more humiliatingly small now that it's flaccid.

"Hey there! Aimee and Kaylee, is it? Heard the whole thing! Guess you didn't know the security cameras record audio?"

To Be Continued.