HER POV:
It all started when I was on POF, that was my first mistake. I'd been single for about 6 months and been meeting a few guys here and there. I'm 24, single, working, and busy. I've got a life but I wanted to fool around a little, after all, I'm still young. I'm pretty slender, I've got a few curves, but for the most part I'm fit. I'm also blonde and have it come down past my shoulders. I'm 5 feet 3 inches and with heels I can be 5'7". You get the picture. So I joined POF with the idea that I could meet a few guys for a drink and see if we click, nothing serious at all.
I joined and immediately got probably 15 messages. Most were weirdos with stupid one liners so I logged off. The next day I logged back in and there were over 100 messages! I quietly thought to myself that I'm in a sea of desperate men! I combed through the responses and a few stood out, one in particular was a guy I probably wouldn't consider dating normally but his initial email stood out. "Hey, you probably have 100 emails from creeps. I get it. And you may not even been into black men, but if you are looking for a sane, secure guy who isn't afraid of a pretty girl, hit me up, I'm Jason." I swear, it was the most normal email I got on POF.
I thought, what is the harm is emailing back, I'd only been with a black guy once, never went all the way, and I did have naughty fantasies like many of my friends about black guys. I sent off an email and almost immediately he emails me back, we email back and fourth for a few days, and I eventually tell him I'm not looking for anything serious. He doesn't seem to have a problem with that, in fact, and I should have expected, he just wanted something casual too. We decided to meet on Saturday and see if we clicked and take it from there.
HIS POV:
I cruise POF a lot for white girls. They are so much easier to approach online then offline. They don't want to come off as racist and I know that I can be intimidating. I'm 6'3" muscular but not like a gym god or anything, I'm tone. I've got a few tattoos and am not afraid to show them, but let me tell you, I love a freaky white girl and they often can be found on POF. On this particular day I was online and saw this girl, you know the type, seems like a princess, only goes for preppy white guys, so I sent her the most preppy white guy message I could, with the open hint that I hope you aren't racist and would email me back. It works about 50% of the time. I've found that if I'm on my best behavior, I can get a white girls into bed much faster than if I'm a bad boy. Black bad boys are intimidating, but nice black guys are approachable.
We chat on POF for a few days, eventually it got to sex and what we like, what fantasies we have, she actually admitted she wanted to have sex with a few black guys at once. Shit we have a white slut on our hands I chuckled. She's be easy to turn out.
We agreed to meet on Saturday, my goal is to get her to my place and fuck her until she can't take it. But I have to play it cool until she's at my play taking off her clothes.
HER POV:
I am so nervous meeting him. Jason seems like a really great guy, charming, easy to talk to on the phone, but I rarely just hook up and let a guy fuck me. I know it's what we talked about but it is a little nerve racking for a woman. We aren't wired like guys who will just hump anything.
I get to the mall early and sit down in from of the Italian restaurant and wait. My palms are sweaty with anticipation.
After about 20 minutes I see a very attractive black man scroll up to me and stick out his hand, I'm Jason he says, it's very nice to meet you.
He was so pleasant to talk too, we chatted for a while and I'll admit I was in the mood lol. I've never actually had a black guy fuck me, so when the convo got around to it, he said, why don't we go back to my place, I bet you'll enjoy yourself.
HIS POV:
Damn I couldn't wait to meet this white girl. I walked up and fuck it took everything in me not to lick my lips. Peaky big white breasts, long blonde hair, fuck, she was going to get turned out today and she didn't even know it yet. I smiled as I approached and shook her hand and sat down. We chatted about everything for a little while and eventually the conversation turned to sex, exactly where I wanted it to go. It was my queue to invite her to my place. She meekly accepted and I knew in about an hour her white pussy was mine.
HER POV:
I followed him to a nice apartment and he got out and held my hand very lovingly. He was firm and strong yet willing to be nice and gentle with me. We had already chatted about what I liked during sex but I realized walking into his apartment was I had no idea what he liked. He knew I liked strong guys, more macho men, military guys, that were firm, a little rough around the edges and were not afraid to have fun hot sex. As he guided me into his apartment, he told me to sit down on the couch, and he sat right next to me. He started kissing my shoulder, then my neck, then both hands were suddenly under my bra and pinching my nipples. I moaned out loud. He stopped and then pinched them again really really hard. I yelped. Then he said, oh my white girl likes that. I giggled and he kept fondling my breasts. I was getting really wet but I was surprised with his overly assertive posture. He barely said hello once we were inside.
HIS POV:
Fucking finally. I'd been chatting with this white slut for a week. A few more steps and she was going to get fucked. I had texted two friends earlier in the day just to tell them I was going to hook up with a girl. You never know. Sometimes guys try to catfish you and rip you off, steal shit, it's been to be safe. I also let it slip she wanted a 3 or 4 some. One texted back that if she really was a good slut, he'd come over. Tyrone always loved white pussy, he was always fucking a slutty white girls. I'd done a few 3 some back in college, and they can be really fun, but at 29, I wasn't sure. I gently guided this girl into my apartment, and told her to sit down on the couch, it was my first assertive command, and the bitch obeyed. I sat right next to her, started kissing her neck with my big lips and then slipped my big black hands under her shirt and pushed her bra up and pinched both of her nipples, softly at first, then HARD. She screamed, and I told her she must like it and kept doing it a little softer. I wasn't going to let this slut go anytime soon.
HER POV: