This story focuses around a few major fetishes: cuckold/cheating, raceplay, amwf, wmaf and small penis humiliation. All characters are fictional and over 18.
This is part 6 of a larger story.
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Anna has been gone for weeks. Her parting gift was the video of her sucking and fucking everyone at the party. She blocked me on all forms of contact, and the only message I received was "I'm sorry."
I can't comprehend what she's thinking, so I decide to try to find her by visiting the club where I first caught her cheating.
Looking around, I do not see her. As the night went on, I get increasingly drunk and start dancing in the crowd. Eventually, a girl walks up to me and invites me to dance.
I am amazed at her beauty and the fact that she's picked me. She has blonde hair half way down her back, her blue eyes staring straight into me, and her pale skin looks beautiful in the light. She is slightly shorter than me, with a slim figure and an average bust.
She wore a white top with jeans, her shoulders bare.
She drags me onto the dance floor and starts dancing. I have no choice but to follow her.
We dance for a while. Being the awkward guy that I am, I do nothing but move my limbs around. She moves by my ear and shouts, "What's your name?"
"I'm Justin! You?" I shout back.
"I'm Cindy!" She answers.
Not knowing what to say, I remain silent and continue dancing.
After a while, Cindy says, "You are pretty shy, aren't you?"
"Yea.."
"Wanna go grab a drink?" Cindy suggests.
"Sure!"
Cindy grabs my hand and leads me out of the crowd and to the bar. I can feel some guys looking at me in jealousy as we walk past.
Once at the bar, we begin chatting. I find out that Cindy is a graduate student at a nearby university. As we get our drinks, we move away from the crowds and talk some more. The night goes on, and we down multiple drinks. Cindy flirts with a lot of physical contact, and I reciprocate.
At the end of the night, Cindy invites me back to her place. She jumps onto me as the door closes, and we kiss deeply, hands all over each other. As my hands go up her shirt to feel her breasts, her hand goes into my pants and grabs my dick.
Cindy didn't have any reaction to its size, and simply grabs it and starts stroking. After some more foreplay, she pulls me into her and wraps her legs around my hips.
Cindy whispers into my ears, "Fuck me with your asian cock."
I slide my cock into her. It went in easily and without resistance. She's already wet, and my size made it very easy.
I pound into her pussy hard, thrusting in and out, my small cock grinding all over her insides. Cindy is moaning like crazy, moving her hips, and running her hands all over my body.
"Harder! Please Justin, use my white pussy with your asian cock!" Cindy shouts over the sound of fucking.
I start to go really hard, pushing her and pinning her to the bed. As I slide in and out, I lean in and say to her, "I see you are a slut that likes to be filled and fucked by an asian cock."
Suddenly, her pussy tightens, and she hugs me tight, squeezing. She gasps out, "Yes! I'm your white slut and I love your asian cock!"
The tightness makes me want to cum, and I am past the point of no return. I slam my hips down hard onto her body and say to her, "Cindy, are you ready to be filled and bred by an asian guy? Open your womb and I'll breed you like the good white girl that you are."
Cindy continues shaking while I cum inside her, sperm filling up her insides.
I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily. She strokes my hair and we stay that way for a while.
"As you can see.. I have a bit of a race preference." Cindy admits.
"No, it's cool. I found it hot." I encourage her. "And we can go a few more times."
We fuck some more that night, and spend the entire next day in bed as well. It turns out that me and Cindy have a lot in common.
Throughout this entire time, I never mentioned the size of my penis, and neither did Cindy. She seems quite happy with it, being able to cum with it regularly and indulging in the fetish that I help her with.
One day, after another session of lovemaking, me and Cindy lie naked on the bed, scrolling through our phones. She is most likely waiting for me to recover before inhaling my dick in her mouth again.
Cindy comes upon a post that asks the question, does size matter?
I look over in curiosity. Noticing that I noticed, Cindy answers the question. "Nope. It doesn't matter at all." She looks over at my soft dick, "This little guy is proof."
My penis immediately gets hard by the potential idea that Cindy thinks it's small.
Cindy raises an eyebrow, "That.. was fast." She pauses for a moment to think. "Is it because I praised it?" My dick remains frozen. "Or because I called it little?" My dick suddenly shakes, and grows slightly larger.
"Wait.. do you like it when I call it small?" Cindy asks.
"Ehmm.. maybe?" I hesitantly answer.
"Oh my god." Cindy laughs. "I've been trying all this time to not mention its size because I thought you would be insecure and hate me for it. I'm glad I can now because it's actually really really small." Cindy laughs again, but not in a mocking way.
"How small do you think it is?" I wait for her answer excitedly.
"Hmm.. like 3 inches? But it's cute. And it still feels good inside me, so I'm happy with it." Cindy continues.
