Dating App Weirdo Fuced Me Good

My friends know me as the sweet, innocent girl who's a little uptight and high maintenance, though. I'm family-oriented. I'm about 5'3 in height. I've had some work on my body. I wasn't fat before, but I didn't like my body shape. I didn't put implants on me; instead, I got a fat transfer to my butt and thighs and worked on my boobs a little, which were already big in the first place.

Basically, a small waist, a big butt, and big boobs. I was insecure when I was younger; now that might not be a problem for some people. But imagine being that pasty pale white girl when you are Colombian and most of your friends have olive skin tones. I have light brown eyes but with short eyelashes, which is why I put on extension lashes. This is the reason I got into makeup, and although I may not tan and turn red instead in the sun, I will brag about the fact that I have clear, smooth skin and nice, virgin, long, chestnut, soft, brown hair.

So I am picky when it comes to dating. I prefer Mexican boys or Latinos that aren't too dark. I have seen some dark-skinned Mexicans that are cute. I was willing to give one guy a chance, but he was too shy and also couldn't make up his mind about what kind of girl he was after. That's another thing about me: I can't go for guys that are thirsty who are always chasing girls. This is the reason why I'm always single. It is not easy getting the type of guy I'm after. He needs to be a handsome, hard worker, a gentleman who has the same background as I have.

I am busy with work, and it has been pretty hard to go out. Most of my friends have gotten into or are in relationships and have been busy with their stuff. It never gets old with random strangers hitting me up on IG, of course, but I have not found anyone I'm interested in. One day my gay friend made a dating profile for me, and he began to swipe on the guys he thought I would be into. There were quite a few, but many didn't reply back, and some of them didn't keep an interesting conversation. So I told him to do the talking for me.

I was talking to 4 guys: one Mexican guy, two who were white, which I usually don't go for, but I have dated some in the past, and another who was a Black guy with a caramel complexion. I'm not into Black guys, but this one was nice to talk to. All of these guys were nice, but I was bored. My Tinder profile was hidden, so I wasn't getting any new matches. So one night I was deciding to erase or make my profile public again when I got a message at 2 am. It was a Black guy, but it was the type of guy that I wouldn't go for.

He had short dreads, was throwing up gang signs in his photos, and was sagging his pants, and he was extremely too dark for my taste. In many of his pictures he had his shirt off, was smoking weed, or had a bottle of liquor in his hand. He had toned abs and muscles but was not my taste. He gave me a compliment with some emojis; I wasn't interested, but I did say thank you out of courtesy. He didn't ask questions; he went straight to the point. Said he wanted to link up, so I told him I wasn't interested respectfully.

I told him I was not interested, so he came up with the race card insinuating that I was a racist white girl. I didn't like the fact that he assumed I was your basic white girl, so I told him that I'm Colombian and asserted to him that the majority of my family has light brown skin. His mood changed quickly, and then he told me that he loves Latinas. I wasn't interested, but I was bored, so I tried to harm his ego when he asked me if I liked Black guys and said no, but he said I was missing out.

Since he practically insulted me, I tried to break his little fantasy that Latinas like Black guys, so I told him straight out that I prefer Mexican men. He then said why I matched with him, but it wasn't me that matched with him. My friend must have either accidentally done it or been trolling me for swiping a guy knowing I wouldn't be into.

He then told me that he didn't think I was real, so he wanted to talk not on Tinder but on the phone. I wasn't interested, and frankly I didn't care to prove him right, so I told him I'd rather not. He gave me his phone number and stopped replying but not before throwing shade at White and Mexican men. I'm not going to lie; I did take it personally since my brother and father, who I truly appreciate, are Mexican. However, I left it like that and didn't bother to reply.

He stopped replying, so eventually I began to talk to other guys on Tinder, but all of their conversations seemed to drag. 6 days had passed since the Black guy gave me his phone number when one night I was alone and bored. I was watching some YouTube videos, and before you knew it, I was on the weird side of YouTube. There was a Black girl lecturing White, Latina, and Asian girls on why we don't do anything for Black men but desire them.

I felt annoyed that Black people actually think we are at their disposal or something like that. Suddenly I remembered that Black guy from Tinder and got irritated at the thought of his arrogance, so I felt like I needed to break his ego. I don't know why I did it, but I texted him from my phone. "Hey, this is Blanca, I said. He replied 20 minutes later and asked for a selfie, so I took one real quick. He was cocky and said to me that he was sure that I wanted some Black dick.

I laughed and said I was bored and wanted an apology from him and to prove to him that I was no catfish. He said that he didn't believe me that either I wanted black dick or that I was a catfish. He tried to gaslight me into admitting to it. I honestly didn't know why I replied. But I was bored, and I did find it thrilling to talk to a type of guy whom I would probably run away from had I actually bumped into him in the streets.

The fact that I knew I was safe from danger by being on the other line gave me such a weird feeling. We were going back and forth arguing on why I prefer Mexican guys. After 25 minutes he wanted to prove if I was real, so he asked for FaceTime. I still wanted to troll him, but I was feeling a little bit bored of him by now. But he did say that he will wire me $50 if I FaceTime. So I did; he was lying down shirtless on his bed. He talked to ghetto for me. But I wanted to break his little ego. He then said something nasty.

He bragged about how his dick was bigger than any guy I've been with. He also told me that he can last longer than any other guy. I wanted to break his ego, so he said that he can prove it. He gaslighted me again, saying that I was scared to be proven wrong. I told him there's no need for any of that. He said that he would fuck me good and that I was only prolonging the inevitable by coming up with excuses for why I replied back. He then said, "If I jerk off and cum before 30 minutes, I will give you $500 and admit that Mexican guys are better than Black guys; if not, then you will go out on a date with me.".

I should have said no, but I wanted to hear that from him. I didn't need the money, but it didn't hurt getting $500 from this cocky jerk. I said, "How about one hour?" He replied back by saying. "You just want to see my dick a little longer, hahaha." I replied back, "Fuck no, I just know that you won't last." He said fine, so he pulled out his dick. It was big, about 10 inches. When I saw it, I think he saw when I gulped. I wanted to back down, but I had already come this far. It got hard, and he began to jerk himself with it. I felt disgusted and amazed at the same time, so my only reaction was to laugh nervously as I put my hand in my mouth and here and there turned my face in embarrassment.

I felt that the most he was going to last was 20 minutes, but part of me knew he would last at least 40 minutes, which is why I agreed to one hour. Knowing we were going to be here for some time, I began to root against him and even walk away to get water just to piss him off. Before you know it, 45 minutes have passed by. I couldn't believe it, so I began to speak to him in a low, subtle voice. "Come on, Papi, it's okay. You know you want to come now." I winked at him while I began to touch my crotch over my shorts and squeeze my boobs. I bit my lower lip and said, "You like this, don't you?".

I couldn't believe myself what I was doing, but I didn't want him to last. The Black guy whose name is Maurice said. "Shiiid girl, that's cheating, but you ask for an hour, and yo ass is finna get an hour." By this time I did feel like my pussy was beginning to get wet. Before you know it, one hour has passed by. He came buckets of cum, almost looking like that volcano project. Now I had no choice but to go out on a date with him.

I didn't want to, so I told him it needs to be before sunset, in a public place, and I need to bring my cousin with me. He didn't seem to be bothered; instead he asked me if my cousin was fine like me. I rolled my eyes. The day of the date we went for some coffee. The minute he sat down, he began to talk about subjects he never talked about with me. He started talking about cartoons and rappers with my cousin. He spent more time talking to my cousin than me. He made her laugh; I felt relieved and annoyed.

By the time we were done, he walked us to my car. He gave my cousin a kiss on the cheek and then asked me if I enjoyed our date. I said to him that he spent most of the time talking to my cousin. "Oh shit, Blanca is jealous!". I was not jealous, so I said no. He then hugged me and told me he won't let me go until I admit it. He's a tall guy, so my face was pressed against his hard chest. I felt uncomfortable, but instead of getting mad, I laughed.

He said, Come on, just say it. "Fine, I'm jealous; now let me go." He said that he only wanted me and still didn't let me go. People were passing by; I knew I could have screamed for help, but I didn't want to cause a scene and then be lectured by my cousin as to why I agreed to date this guy. Didn't want her to think that I was going through a crisis. My cousin was already surprised that I even agreed to go out on a date with a Black guy to begin with.

I felt that if I hugged him back, then he could let me go. He then grabbed my ass and squeezed it while he gave me a kiss. He walked away; on the way home, my cousin asked me why, how, and when I began to feel interested in Black guys. I told her that it was through a mutual friend but that I wasn't fond of the idea. My cousin said that he's funny but too ugly and ghetto for me. Not that he was ugly, but his features were not features that we were into, but he was tall and had a nice body.

But something happened one night when I went out with my friends to a bar with a patio. It was a bar with light restrictions, but they were flexible with their restrictions. They allowed us to dance when most of the people in the bar started to leave. I had posted some stories that night at the bar. When all of a sudden my ex, a guy known to be a player, a machista who was possessive, arrived with two of his cousins.

I didn't want to talk to him, but I did want to rub it in his face what he lost. I was dancing with my friends sexually, but I realized that most of the guys were too shy to ask us or too ugly. That's when Maurice, the Black guy, showed up with his friends. I rolled my eyes. "Great, my luck. I should have hid my story from him." He went straight to me; he came with 8 friends. Most were Black, but some were light-skinned, two were Latino, and one was Samoan.

I was with 6 girlfriends and 3 guy friends. They got close and tried to dance with my friends. Maurice looked different; he had a haircut, was dressed in a nice shirt, smelled good, and had some nice earrings with a nice aftershave. I gave him a smirk and turned away from him to let him know that I didn't want to dance with him. I began to dance with my guy friend, but Maurice was persistent. He began to show off his dance moves to us and smiled.

I knew I looked good; I was wearing black, tight pants with a white, tie-front, long-sleeve, ruched crop top. I had my hair down. I didn't want to dance with Maurice, but I was less interested in having my night ruined by my ex. So I swayed my hips side to side and then brushed off Maurice to dance with my friends, but he didn't stop pursuing me. So when Maurice got behind me and pressed his crotch behind and placed his hands on my stomach. I gave in and grinded on him. I went down, had my hands against the wall or on my lap, face down, while I pushed my ass on Maurice.

My friends were shocked at me; I'm also not a drinker, but after seeing my ex, I drank two shots to calm down. My ex was mad, so he got close to me and tried to talk to me. I said I didn't want to talk, and it looked like Maurice wanted to fight. My friends tried to calm him down, and his cousins told him to relax. We left the bar, and my ex walked towards me. I didn't want him around, so I called for Maurice and gave him a kiss in front of my ex.

My ex called me a "puta" and tried to punch Maurice, but Maurice threw a fast punch that put my ex on the floor. My ex is stocky but only 5'9, while Maurice is 6'3 and toned. My ex was then pulled away by some of my friends and his cousins. Maurice then walked me to his car and said that he would take me home. I didn't want this Black guy to take me home or for me to drive him to his hood, so we agreed to get a hotel room with my friends. I texted my friends the address.

Maurice had other plans, however, so he rented two rooms next to each other just in case. I wasn't drunk, but I felt a little buzz. In the hotel lobby, Maurice was getting touchy with me. Since my ex wasn't around, I didn't need him anymore, so I kept pushing away, saying stop. We were waiting in the lobby for my friends to arrive when all of a sudden we looked outside and my ex was there with some guys. Maurice wanted to fight him, but I didn't want any drama, and part of me didn't want my ex to get hurt.

I told Maurice to let it go, and instead I'll give him another kiss. No one was watching, and I didn't want the staff to notice; otherwise, the plans could have gotten ruined. Maurice said, How about if I flash him instead since I saw his dick?" I got mad and cussed him out. I decided to get my senses back and felt like perhaps it was best to go with my ex. I took a few steps heading towards the door when Maurice pulled my arm and pinned me on my back against a table there. "I'll suck on these titties then," that's all I heard Maurice say before he began to kiss my cleavage.

So many thoughts came through my mind, but the logical one that screamed was not one of them. I tilt my head back and roll my eyes slightly back to find my ex standing there dumbfounded behind the glass doors while he witnessed this strange Black guy kiss the breasts of his sweet ex. I had a devious thought and pursed my lips together with a grin. I could only imagine the view he got.

Seeing the top of the head of this Black guy in between the two mountain breasts he once loved. I and Maurice didn't stay there for long before we got up fast once we heard the sound of our friends approaching. My ex, however, was now being convinced by his friends to leave, saying stuff like, "Ella no te conviene, wey." When my friends got there, we went to the room. It was a spacious room where we played music and drank.

I'm not a drinker, so I was drinking water to sober down, but I was keeping my eyes on Maurice while he cracked jokes to the guests. One of my guy friends was talking to me. He was that Mexican guy with brown skin who once had a crush on me. I rejected him because I thought he was too dark for me. But he was actually quite handsome. Who would have thought that I would have ended up grinding on a Black guy and let that Black guy kiss my breasts, who is way darker than him?

I was sitting on the bed feeling sleepy, so I whispered to Maurice that I could use the other room to take a nap. He smiled and said yeah and led me outside that room and opened the door of the room next to us. There was no need to resist; I was already turned on by Maurice. As soon as we got into the room, he kissed me, and then we made out while I helped Maurice take off his shirt, revealing his hard pecs and abs. He began to kiss my neck and my tits. I pushed him to the bed and undid his pants while I took my pants down.

I grabbed his long, thick, hard cock and began to stroke it before I put it in my mouth. I licked it the first two times and then sucked the tip until I felt ready to go down all the way. I was bobbing my head up and down, attempting to reach this dick in my throat. I had saliva dripping down on his dick. I licked my hand and began to wet my pussy. Maurice saw this and pulled me up and kissed me. He began to tease my pussy with his dick.

I told him I was scared of his size and to be careful. So he pulled me up and placed my pussy on his face. I began to cum while I grabbed tight to the headboard. He pulled me down and pushed his 10-inch cock in my pussy. It was so big that I didn't think it would fit, but I was so wet that I began to go halfway. Before you know it, I was bouncing up and down while I took my crop top off.

He squeezed my ass and then my boobs while he pressed them together to suck on my nipples. My long hair was going all over the place, which I often had to toss back to keep it away from my face. I moaned and a few times put my hand over my mouth in order for our friends to not hear me in the other room. I collapsed on his body, and he kept going until he came. I passed out next to him for about 2 hours before he woke me up when he grabbed my hips to get behind me.

He was fucking me doggy style. I didn't really like doggy style at first because it hurt me, and this was no better; in fact, it was worse, but I did enjoy riding him. I also didn't like that he pulled my hair and smacked my ass hard like two times. I screeched and then grabbed my mouth fast. We finished off, him on top of me. We had turned the lights off by now. He was now slow and gentle with his dicks still inside of me. We touched, caressed, and kissed while he moved rhythmically inside of me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while I kissed him. Suddenly he asked me. "So are Black guys better?". I stopped for a second, and with some hesitation, I said back with a smile, "Definitely." Then I grabbed his head and pushed his face on my breasts until we fell asleep. When I woke up, I begged my friends to keep this between us. I didn't want people to start seeing me differently. I wore turtlenecks for 2 days; however, I had hickeys on my chest and neck.

Since my skin is pale, it's easier to leave marks on my skin. My ex sent me a long text message trying to make me feel bad, saying how I changed. Of course he forgot that he has cheated on me in the past and has practically been such a misogynist jerk.

I and Maurice had a thing for 2 months before I decided to break things off. We never made things official. I always knew that he was not boyfriend material, and neither did Maurice want a relationship. We kept our fling discreet. I didn't like where he lived, so I always made him have sex with me in a hotel room. The sex was amazing; never had I had sex with my partner standing up. I didn't even know what was possible.

I also learned reverse cowgirl after he taught me. His tongue game was also strong. Maurice, on his part, said that I fuck like a porn star. I don't know; it could be the fact that there are no romantic feelings between us, just lustful instincts. Eventually I began to like doggy style while he choked me. The only time we did something in public was when I gave him a blow job in the parking lot at night. My tits were out while I was on my knees sucking his cock. When I cut things with him, I blocked him. I was now interested in this new guy from Las Vegas who is Mexican, light-skinned with hazel eyes, and is 6'0 like the guys I'm into.