PARTY GIRL
You are going to be a doctor. You are a good girl.
You have drunk too much. It's not like you but you are having fun.
There were girls here too at the house earlier but they have drifted away. It's just you now, you and a bunch of white frat boys. You love the attention. White attention, so different to that you normally get.
You flirt and joke with them. They are teasing you, you are laughing. You are so tiny compared to them. They tower over the Asian boys you know. They have picked you up and are carrying you, laughing at how light you are, you giggle and pretend you don't like it.
You are sitting on a big guy's lap. He has fair hair and blue eyes. He starts nuzzling your neck. You know you should stop it now, it's time to go home.
"I need another drink", you find yourself saying.
You don't want to go home.
You are lying across two guys' laps. You don't even remember who took your top off. Your nipples are rock hard, each of them being tweaked by a different guy.
A voice in your head says, now you need to go home.
You reach up and pull the blonde boy's mouth to your nipple instead.
It's not like you. You never do anything like this! You are modest. Respectable.
You are on your knees now. Your face is flushed, your cheeks are burning. Two inches from your lips it juts proudly. A huge swollen white cock, the biggest cock you have ever seen. It glistens at the tip. Your heart is beating so fast. The room is full of other white boys but you almost forget them, hypnotised like a deer in a headlight by the monster before you.
Strong male hands guide you down, your mouth slides over hot male flesh.
I don't do things like this! I am a good girl, your mind says. But your mouth, stuffed full of cock, moans. You are ashamed, so terribly ashamed.
You are turned on, so terribly turned on. Your clit is throbbing, your pussy drips.
You slurp on the head of this white boy.
You feel your skirt pulled up around your hips. Your panties are pulled down. Your hips are held. A bloated fat cockhead is pushing on your pussy lips. Part of you wants to break the spell, get up, go home and remain a good girl.