The Blacked And Inked Generation Pt 01

A story of risk taking, humiliation, ownership, submission and tattoos. As an innocent university girl tries to fit in with a new trend. I plan to go far deeper into these areas as the story progresses and she falls deeper into it all.

This story focuses on exclusively interracial relationships, if you dont like that, you wont like this story.

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Jade sat cross-legged on her bed, absent mindedly scrolling through her phone. Her feed was so predictable, the latest trend would always take over her feed for a week and then disappear, never to be seen again, although perhaps not this one... All of a sudden her roommate, Mia, slammeded her hands down on the bed, practically exploding with something to say.

"Did you see Liv's post?" Mia asked, her voice tingling with excitement. Not waiting for an answer, she flipped her phone around to Jade. There was liv, smile beaming, showing off a tiny tattoo on the inside of her wrist. Just 4 characters, J.D.

"She actually did it," Jade said, raising her eyebrows.

"Of course she did!" Mia said, laughing and tossing her phone onto the bed. "Liv's been into this since the trend started. It was only a matter of time, and now look. She's got 5 names already. Won't be long before she has 20."

Jade said nothing but picked her phone back up, knowing what was likely to be on the screen. Her feed had been flooded with posts under the new #tats4whitegirls hashtag for weeks now. It had started as a niche trend, a playful thing at universities in the Netherlands where girls would sleep with a guy and get a tiny tattoo to commemorate it. But lately, it had exploded, becoming a full-blown cultural movement and almost entirely between white girls and black guys.

Every day, there were more posts, girls showing off small, hidden tattoos of initials or dates, their captions always proud and sometimes defiant.

- "Marked for life, but worth every second #Tats4WhiteGirls" from a redhead she'd met a few days ago

- "They said it's a trend. I say it's a movement #Tats4WhiteGirls" from a girl back in her home town

- "When he leaves a mark on your heart, it's only right to leave one on your skin too #Tats4WhiteGirls" from a girl she sat across from in lectures

They went on and on "Small tattoo. Big statement. Bigger love #Tats4WhiteGirls" and "He's more than just a kiss--he's history, beauty, and strength. #Tats4WhiteGirls"

The posts just went on and on and on, seemed like almost everyone at the university was getting in on it. It was incredible, so many girls sleeping with black guys and not being afraid to show it off.

"It's kind of wild though, isn't it?" Jade said.

"Wild? It's brilliant!" Mia replied, dropping onto the bed beside her. "Think about it, it's fun, it's romantic, and honestly, it's kind of hot."

Jade raised an eyebrow, struggling to contain a smirk, "You think?"

Mia grinned. "Totally. And look, everyone's doing it. Liv, Jane, half the girls on campus. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

Jade laughed a reply, "No I haven't thought about it."

"Not even once", Mia poked, smiling too.

Jade looked away, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean... I've seen the posts. I guess its hard not to at all."

"Exactly. And you're 19 now! You're in college! This is the time to live a little, do something impulsive." Mia nudged her. "Besides, it's not like you've ever slept with anyone anyway."

Jade rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "That makes me feel so much better, thanks for the reminder bestie..."

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Two nights later, at a packed off-campus party, Jade found herself sipping from a red plastic cup, feeling the bass of the music thrum through her chest. She wasn't planning to staying much longer, parties weren't really her thing and the music was sending her head funny. But Mia had dragged her along, insisting she needed to "put herself out there." She wasn't even sure that she wanted to be out there.

Jade was on her way to refill her drink when it happened.

Looking over her shoulder for Mia, she bumped straight into him. Black, deep brown eyes and a disarming smile, all the weaponry he needed to have Jade lost for words.

"You good?" he asked, steadying her.

"Yeah, erm, I, yeah sorry," she said quickly, her face flushing a deep crimson.

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They ended up standing there chatting for what felt like hours. His name was Marcus, he was tall, handsome and muscled. He attended the same university and she now recognised him from the football team. He had a quiet confidence that made her stomach flip every time he looked at her. By the time the conversation turned to music, Jade was already imagining what it would be like to taste his lips. Surely he wasnt really interested in her though?

And then, as if reading her mind, he leaned in.

The kiss was quick but electric, leaving her breathless and almost dizzy. Before she could stop him he has leaned in for another, now Jade felt a shiver run down her spine as Marcus's lips met hers again, the heat of his kiss spreading through her like wildfire. When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes searched hers for a sign to continue.

"You want to come back to my place?" Marcus whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

Jade could only nod, her cheeks flushed with excitement and nervousness.

"Is this what it is like? That was incredible. Besides it was just a kiss, maybe some touching, nothing wrong with that" she thought, unable to stop her feet from following him

She had never been with anyone before, but the way Marcus looked at her, with such desire and care, made her feel safe, made her feel desired.

At his apartment, the door barely closed before Marcus pulled her into another kiss, this one deeper, more demanding. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. Jade felt his hardness press against her, and a thrill of anticipation mixed with fear coursed through her veins.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Marcus murmured against her ear, his breath warm.

"I don't want to stop," Jade whispered back, her voice trembling slightly.

He led her to his bedroom, Marcus's fingers worked deftly at the buttons of her dress, each one revealing more of her pale skin to his gaze. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders, hungry for her.

"You're beautiful," he said, his hands tracing the contours of her body, slipping under her bra to feel her breasts, eliciting a gasp from her. Nobody had ever touched her like that before, for a second she froze, but as his hands explored further she realised she didn't want him to stop.

Jade's own hands were timid, unsure, but Marcus guided them, placing them on his chest. She felt the heat of his skin through his shirt under her palms. He pulled it off, revealing a dark black physique that made her breath catch. He was exactly her type, black, strong and confident.

They stumbled towards the bed, clothes thrown in a trail behind them until only her panties and Marcus' boxers remained. Now he laid her down, laying on top of her so that his body covered hers. He kissed down her neck, to her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth in turn, teasing with his tongue until Jade was writhing beneath him, her body aching with new sensations.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

She wasn't thinking straight, so much flashed through her mind, was this too slutty with a man she'd just met? Was she ready to lose her virginity? Was Marcus the right man? Would she regret this in the morning?

But all that came out was a simple "Yes,". Breathed out, while her heart pounded through her chest

He moved slowly, guiding himself inside her. The tip of his cock pressed against her, her pussy slick but oh so tight. And she could feel it at her entrance while she looked into his eyes, it was so warm, it was so wet, and most of all, it was so big.

As he entered her, there was a sharp pang, her pale pussy stretching around the head of his thick black cock for the first time, the sensation both new and intense. He waited while she adjusted, seeing stars as her body pulsed and gripped that beautiful black cock. Finally she felt her body making room for him, and he began to push deeper. Each inch he pushed in stretched her further, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her gasp and grip on to him harder.

"Fuck, you're tight," Marcus groaned when he was most of the way inside her. His voice was strained with control as he tried not to orgasm yet. Her previously tiny pussy now stretched grotesquely around the huge invader and milking it so tightly. He could feel it gripping to his cock for dear life, stretched to its limits around him. And he loved every minute of it, he had only taken a few other girls virginities but he took great pride in it. He wanted the girls to remember him forever, he wanted every other guy they ever slept with to be compared to him.

Jade felt every vein of his cock, the way it filled her, an overwhelming sense of fullness that was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. As he began to move, the initial discomfort began to morph into waves of pleasure, her pussy adjusting, gripping him in a rhythm that matched his thrusts.

The sensation of his cock sliding in and out, stretching and then retreating, was mindblowingly good. It was like discovering a new part of herself, one that was made for this, for him. The friction was intense, sending shocks of pleasure through her with each movement of that huge cock as it reshaped her insides.

When Marcus's pace quickened, Jade felt her body responding, her pussy clenching around him, a build-up of tension she couldn't control. And then, as he thrust deep, she felt it, the hot, pulsing sensation of him cumming inside her. He slowed and his cock twitched, as the warmth of his cum filled her, deeper than she even knew existed.

It was a sensation of being claimed, of being connected in the most primal way, the heat of his cum mixing with her own climax, making her pussy quiver with aftershocks of pleasure. It was raw, it was sexy, and it was everything she hadn't known she needed.

"That was... incredible," Jade managed to say, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.

Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes soft. "You were incredible."

As she let her hand drift down to her pussy, she was shocked, it didn't feel the same anymore. She could slip two fingers in with hardly any resistance. Wow, would she ever be the same again?

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The next morning, Mia was waiting for her as she came through the door, newly purchased morning after pill in her handbag. Her bestie stood there grinning like she'd just won the lottery.

"You kissed him," Mia said, practically bouncing on her toes.

Jade froze mid-step. "What? How did you--"

"Liv saw you. She texted me last night." Mia's grin widened. "So... are you going to do it?"

"Do what?"

"The tattoo! Duh. There's no way you went back to his place and didn't do the deed."

Jade hesitated, her stomach flipping. "I don't know... we didn't do anything crazy, it wasn't, like, a big deal."

"Are you kidding? It's your first guy since, like... well actually ever. And it's Marcus! Ive heard stories of how good he can be! You can't just let that go without something to remember it by."

Jade almost retorted about the soreness in her pussy being enough to remember it by but decided against it.

"Look Mia..."

"Come on. It's just one tattoo. Something small, something cute. You'll feel amazing, I swear."

Mia had a way of getting into her head, convincing her and Jade could feel she was losing, "I, look, I'm not posting on social media!"

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By noon, Jade was sitting in a tiny tattoo parlor near campus, staring ahead.

"First one?" the tattoo artist asked as she tried not yo look him in the eye.

"Yeah," Jade said, her voice shaky.

He raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Part of the trend or just for yourself?"

"Just for me, I erm, I think" she replied, not even sure herself.

"Oh I bet, don't worry, you'll love it and so will he," he said with a big grin on his face

She chose a spot on the inside of her ankle and decided on a single "M" in a thin, elegant text. As the needle buzzed against her skin, Jade tried to focus on her breathing, her heart pounding in her chest.

When it was done, she stared at the tiny mark, feeling a strange mix of pride and disbelief. It was small and subtle, but it meant something, it marked her as part of the trend, part of something bigger than herself.

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When Jade got back to her dorm, Mia practically tackled her at the door.

"Show me!" she demanded, grabbing at Jade's arm.

Jade laughed, kicking off her shoe and propping her foot up on the bed. The tiny tattoo peeked out just above her sock line, a delicate "M."

Mia let out a squeal. "Oh my god, you actually did it! Jade, it's perfect."

"You think?"

"Are you kidding? It's adorable. And now you're officially part of the trend. Welcome to the club, babe."

Jade smiled, but as she looked at the tattoo again, a flicker of uncertainty crept in. It might have been her first step into the trend, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was just the beginning of something much, much bigger.

She was lost in her own thoughts. Was this healthy? Some of the girls were already collecting so many names. She had seen the posts of some even starting to have designs put on their body. Something about after 20 nights of sex with the same guy, that now deserved a larger tattoo with a spade with the guys name in it. A token of love and affection for a man who gave that girl so much joy. Would she really ever go that far? This was already too overwhelming, but she did still have one job left to do today.

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Jade sat on her bed, her ankle still stinging slightly where the tattoo had been inked. She stared at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen.

What if he thinks it's weird? The thought made her stomach churn, but Mia's voice echoed in her mind, "He'll love it. Trust me."

Taking a deep breath, Jade typed out a message,

"Hey, so... I did something kind of crazy today. Wanna see?"

Her finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds before she finally pressed it. The wait for his reply felt like an eternity, and she was just about to throw her phone across the room when it sprang to life in her hand.

"Crazy you say? Now I'm curious. Show me."

Her heart pounded as she snapped a photo of her ankle, tilting it to show the delicate "M" inked just above her sock line.

She bit her lip, watching the three little dots appear on her screen.

"Damn... that's really sexy," came the reply from Marcus.

Her cheeks flushed, relief spreading over her body.

"You actually did that for me?"

"Yeah... it's part of the trend. I thought it was cool and thought you might like to see."

"It's more than cool. I'm honored. You look amazing, and now I feel like I owe you."

Jade couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"You don't owe me anything. I just wanted to do it."

"Well, now you're making it hard not to want another night with you!" Marcus replied.

Her face burned hotter as she read his words. She'd been nervous about how he'd react, but his enthusiasm was undeniable and intoxicating.

Mia was hovering awkwardly above her shoulder, trying to sneak a peak, "Just tell me! What did he say?!"

Jade held out her phone, and Mia snatched it, scrolling through the messages with wide eyes.

"Oh my god, Jade. He's into it. Like, really into it." Mia flopped back onto the bed, shaking her head. "You're so lucky. Do you know how many girls would kill for a guy like that?"

Jade smiled, her nerves settling into a warm glow of pride. "It feels... good. I mean, it's just a tattoo, but it feels like more than that, you know?"

Mia sat up, looking at her thoughtfully. "Exactly. It's not just about the guy, or just about the trend, it's about making a statement. I don't want to get too political on you but you know what? It's a powerful thing to do. You're marking yourself in a way that celebrates Marcus' love and Marcus' beauty. Black love and Black beauty. You're connecting to something real. It's not just a tattoo, it's a symbol of respect and recognition for his culture, for his history."

Jade blinked, taking in what Mia was saying. She hadn't thought of it in those terms, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe the trend wasn't just about cute symbols or sex, maybe it was about acknowledging Black men, their importance, and celebrating them in a way that was public, undeniable and permanent on her white body.

"Wow," Jade said softly, staring at her ankle. "I didn't even think about it like that."

"Of course you didn't. But now you're part of something that matters," Mia said, sitting up straighter. "It's bigger than just being trendy. You're using your body to make a statement. And I think that's pretty damn cool."

Jade smiled, feeling a warm sense of pride settle over her. She didn't know what the future held with Marcus or with the trend, but for the first time, it felt like she was on the right path, doing something meaningful. She looked at the tattoo again, feeling it represented more than just her first night, but the start of a new lifestyle.