Side Quest

I'm not sure it's entirely fair to say I haven't enjoyed being the girl that nobody ever notices. Take the situation with my roommate, Stacey. Stacey is a classic blonde-haired, blue-eyed 5 ft 5 beauty with a trim athletic build and what I've heard described as "heavy naturals" by one of her not-so-silent admirers. Contrast that to my own 5 ft 1 slender but decidedly not athletic build, barely there chest, midnight skin, and wide dark eyes. I'm sure you start to get the picture. Stacey was not only pretty but, of course, popular and had the good fortune of also coming from one of the wealthier legacy families. So how, pray tell, did she wind up being my (the unremarkable black scholarship kid) roommate?

Now this is where it pays to blend into the background of these people's lives because the people watching was good. Stacey used to live the high life in the most popular sorority house, which, unfortunately for them, got shut down for hazing last semester. As a good-faith PR move, Stacey and a few girls who weren't too heavily implicated in the scandal were condemned to live with the common folk in the dorms. They had to ride out the next school year squeaky clean and scandal-free if they even wanted to have a prayer of salvaging anything from the ashes of their former sorority. So that is how she wound up rooming with lil ole me; I'm Danica, by the way, a little shy, a little weeby but smart if I don't say so myself.

Stacey wasn't a bad roommate. We had a two-bedroom pod with a common area and ensuite shared bath, and having separate sleeping spaces definitely helped in the "not hating each other" department. I had enjoyed this space by my lonesome all of freshman year; I genuinely think they just forgot about me and, therefore, forgot about the space, so it was inevitable that they'd find someone to room with me. I had hoped that we could at least be friends, but that hasn't exactly been the case, and I've been background filler. I do get my moments to shine, though, and add some "urban flavor" to the mix; I've gotten to snap my fingers and go "Mmm Hmmmm" to some of Stacey's relationship drama and nod sagely as I give her advice that she'll only half listen to. Don't worry, guys, I'm cringing too.

She kept her mess to herself (mostly), though when her room door was open, I'd fear we'd get some infestation, which thankfully never materialized. Still, it looked grim in there. It didn't seem to stop any of her visitors, though. I'd had the displeasure of walking in on many a compromising scene, and the girl had no shame. I guess it also didn't hurt that my typical response was to squeak and scurry away, and since I, unfortunately, couldn't afford a good pair of noise-canceling headphones, my little dollar tree ones had to do the best they could.

By far, though, the worst offender in all of this was her boyfriend, Mason. And yes, I do mean boyfriend as in supposedly exclusive partner; however, the word "exclusive" wasn't exactly in either of their vocabularies. I've seen them dabble separately and even together in some exciting configurations and, of course, all of the ensuing drama. I also think Mason was allergic to keeping the door closed, which led to far too many instances of uncomfortable eye contact (only on my part, it seems) as my roommate got railed within an inch of her proverbial life.

Mason, at 6 feet, whatever, was the perfect Ken to Stacey's Barbie. He was tall and athletic because, of course, he was the star quarterback and likely to go pro, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. The man was gorgeous and came from one of THE legacy families; he even had a building with the family name on it. I couldn't say a word in his presence and always had a nasty case of damp thighs when he was anywhere nearby, though any even slightly straight woman would. Many a night, I had consoled my sad self with thoughts of Mason and how he could completely overwhelm me as I silently played with my stiff little clit in the dark. I imagined what it might be like to be on the receiving end of his attention, and from the way I'd seen him toss Stacey around, I had doubts about whether I was built for it. Not that I had a snowball's chance in hell of ever finding out since, well, I was definitely not their "type" and might as well have had no gender. I was such a non-entity to them, and my preferred wardrobe of oversized clothing with cute characters certainly didn't help. Sex vixen, it wasn't giving. So, as the school year began, I got to enjoy the show silently, mainly from the sidelines.

I prayed for winter break to get some peace. I wouldn't be going home, firstly because I couldn't afford it and secondly because my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was now comfortably resting in a nursing home, but it still broke my heart every time we spoke. It had been just her and I since I was five, and my father ran off with my mother, sadly overdosing not long after. She was my rock, and whatever little I made tutoring went towards keeping her in that nursing home. Stacey and company would be off doing whatever rich kids did in the snow, and I got to stay in and watch Anime without my headphones on—pure heaven.

Two days before the break, however, Stacey and Mason got into this huge fight where they "broke up," and she confessed to some seriously messed up shit involving one of his teammates. He had some choice words for her and said he'd be back to collect his shit. I was just happy everyone was still leaving, and on the big traveling day, I literally just sat on the floor and soaked in the silence once everyone was gone. I showered, took a nap, and checked my supplies, and it was a good thing I did because I got an alert that we were in for a pretty nasty snowstorm the next day. So off I went to stock up, and as a snow day treat to myself, I also picked up a discreet clit massager. I wanted to up my solo game for a while but would have been mortified if anyone had heard me engaging in a bit of self-love. However, with the place to myself, I could indulge and worry about hiding it later.

I got back and got comfortable, changed into some loose gray cotton shorts and sports bra, and decided to put everything away and heat the readymade pizza I'd bought. I wouldn't usually be in this space showing this much skin, but this was one of the perks of having it all to myself. I didn't hear the door to Stacey's room open and shut; in hindsight, it should have struck me as weird that it was closed in the first place. I wasn't alerted to a presence in the room until I felt a decidedly warm, decadently firm presence behind me, and, being startled; I let out the most inelegant yelp.

"Chill, Dani, it's just me, Mason!" It sounded like he was whisper yelling to me as I grabbed at my chest and attempted to control my heart rate.

"Mason? What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be off on break? How the hell did you even get in here?" I was still beside myself and could barely process that he was here at all. Let alone muster up the brain cells to feel nervous about my decided lack of clothes or my usual awkwardness in his presence.

"She's not supposed to do that, or at the very least, she should have told me she gave you a key. Did you get what you came for?" I asked, and I couldn't help but feel pathetic hopefulness that he was all set, and we could end this awkward encounter by him being on his way. The dark chuckle I was met with brought my shy awkwardness back full force, and I suddenly had difficulty making eye contact or stringing sentences together to express my displeasure at his unexpected presence.

"Not quite," he said, adding nothing more to that cryptic statement. I could feel the heat of his eyes on me as I heard the pizza oven on the microwave go off, signaling that my pizza was ready to go. It was with slow reluctance that I turned my back on him, and I was right to be concerned because as soon as I did, I felt the heat of him against my back like a living, breathing wall of lava.

"I like what you're wearing, Dani. It's such a pleasant change from what you usually wear, and it doesn't hurt that I can do this," and with that, I felt him grab the braids at my nape with his left hand while sliding his whole right hand into my top and roughly palming my left breast and pinching my nipple. "Look at that," he damn near growls in my ear, "Nice and tight for Daddy. I think someone's excited." Now whether it was excitement or fear, I couldn't quite decide, but the heat of his very stiff cock damn near stabbing me halfway up my back was enough to spur me into some action, and I attempted to pull away. That's when the hand that tightly gripped my nape transferred to my throat.

"Uh uh uh Dani, none of that. Now you can be a good girl for Daddy, and I will be very nice to this tight little pussy, or you can be naughty and get what naughty girls get," he chuckled darkly, "or maybe you'll get that anyway. These naughty little tits certainly need Daddy's attention." Mason roughly pulled down my top, snapping the thin straps and exposing my modest tits to his rough attention as he proceeded to pinch and pull on my stiff nipples with sadistic glee. I couldn't help it; I wrenched away despite his growled warning and took off toward my room since there was no way I was making it past him and out the front door. However, with his skills as a star athlete, he was on me in seconds. He was spinning me around and slamming my back into my bedroom wall.

He didn't even bother threatening me; he held me up by my arms at a comfortable height for him and proceeded to maul my breasts. He was roughly sucking and biting on my tender nipples until I couldn't decide whether it felt like heaven or pure hell. All I knew was I was shamefully wet and no longer sure I wanted to get away despite the consequences.

"Fuck, these tits are sweet! I knew they would be," he growled, lowering me to the floor, "They'll look amazing clamped; maybe one day we'll get them pierced. We'll see." He kept applying steady pressure to my shoulders until he had me kneeling before him. I couldn't tell you if I was more terrified or excited. I thought about making another break for it but knew there would be no point. The dorm was practically deserted, and there was the sneaky, silent part of me that wanted this. He tilted my chin when I hit the floor, forcing me to make direct eye contact.

"You look good on your knees, sweetheart, a bit low for what I need, but we can fix that. I'll even make an exception this time and go easy since I suspect this is your first time, am I right?" I could only silently nod, embarrassed to speak the truth we both knew. I heard the soft rustling of the sweats he was wearing and looked up the see him disrobing, and since he went commando, it wasn't long before I was confronted with his naked cock. It scared a healthy dose of panic into me; long, thick, and veiny and at least eight inches, Mason's cock was a sight to behold. It was an angry red and bold against his pale skin, accompanied by a healthy-looking pair of heavy balls, all kept neatly trimmed and smelling faintly of Mason's signature clean scent.

"Open wide now; Daddy's gonna need you to get him sloppy wet before he breaks in that tight black pussy." He crouched a bit, and I had no choice but to stretch up as he grabbed the top knot of my braids. At first, all I felt was the soft yet firm flesh of his member pressing against my pillowy lips and then the smooth glide of his cock as it entered my mouth and the burst of flavor of his precum as it coated my tongue.

"There you go, now be a good girl and take Daddy's cock as deep as you can, avoid the teeth." He started gently at first, but all the while, I was freaking out internally and wondering why he insisted on the Daddy talk. Truth be told, though, I found it comforting oddly, and the more his flavor coated my tongue, the deeper down the rabbit hole I went. It wasn't long before he was holding on to the sides of my head and not so gently fucking into my mouth as deep as he could go before triggering my gag reflex, and even that seemed to excite him. I quickly learned to hollow my cheeks as he pulled out and formed a tight seal with my lips, trying my best to please him and not get too messy, though the sloppier it got, the more he seemed to like it.

"Such a lovely little slutty mouth my good girl has, don't worry about the mess. I see you trying to catch it; let it out. You're new to this, so Daddy won't make you rub it in this time, but you'll learn to love what Daddy does to this throat." He grunted and pushed his massive cock in brutally, cutting off my air. "Relax, you can take it." I started seeing stars before he pulled out finally, and I could breathe. Tears were streaming down my face along with spit and precum; my every effort to not get messy was for nothing.

"Good girl, kiss it and tell it thank you." I did, gently kissing the head and whispering a dry thank you out of my sore throat.

"Fuck," he grunted, "Ok, up on the bed and open those legs nice and wide. Daddy wants to see the prize he so patiently waited for." I tentatively crawled towards my bed, and just as I made my way onto it on all fours, I was stopped by a not-so-gentle hand on my slender shoulder. "Head down, stick your ass out a little more." He demanded. I was still speechless and hurried to comply. I soon felt the warmth of his massive hand practically covering the entirety of my ass, and I shivered. I was very self-conscious about my body in general and no area more so than my ass since I, unfortunately, didn't fit the stereotype of most black girls having a nice fat ass. Mine was proportional to my frame but underwhelming, and it couldn't even boast the firmness of athleticism to make it a bit more perky, so having him touch it silently killed me.

"Nice," I heard him murmur and then gasped when I felt him part my ass and stare directly at my tiny back hole. I couldn't help but clench and hear him chuckle, and then I yelped when I felt the distinct sensation of his thick tongue as it played around the rim of that forbidden hole.

"Don't worry, baby," He murmured against my flesh, "I won't use you here today; I'm gonna save it until you've been bad," he paused, it seemed, only so that he could start teasing the flesh there with the tip of his finger. I heard him spit on it and cringed and clenched further once I felt him begin to apply pressure to my tiny dark hole. "Or maybe I'll break it in while we're snowed in. We have time, and I need you to understand that you're mine now." The pressure felt unrelenting and overwhelming, and when his finger popped past the tight ring of muscles, I was practically reduced to tears.

"You know, for such a smart girl, you're a little oblivious, but that's just one of the things I like about you. So sure that no one was paying attention." As he said this, he gave a firm thrust of his finger that had me gasp and attempt to pop up. That's when he popped me firmly on the ass and told me to stay in position. I was practically broken by the sensation of his thick finger invading my ass, and my broken cry seemed to only spur him on more.

"I would come in here all the time. I'd even watch you sleep sometimes," he chuckled darkly, "Watch you in your oversized anime tees, the perfect baby girl just waiting for me to snatch you up. We're gonna see how much this dark skin can take. You might not show my marks like a white girl but don't worry baby; I'll make sure you feel Daddy every day from now on." He pulled his finger out and gave my back hole one last long lick. "I promise." I shuddered, whether from fear or desire; I couldn't say, but what he said felt final, like I had been caught in a trap that I wasn't aware I had wandered into and had no idea or experience of how to get out of. What I was quickly learning was that Mason wasn't just overwhelming physically but emotionally as well and I wasn't sure if I could handle that. I had so many questions and zero answers.

I felt him move me; I guess I was so light that he didn't need my help or compliance. In seconds, he had me splayed on my back, thighs wide apart, feet together, and I couldn't look him in those intense blue eyes. I felt so open and exposed; he could see how shamefully wet I was and how rigid and needy my little exposed clit was as it peeked out of its hood to say hello. I heard him take a deep inhale and then proceed to run his fingers along my smoothly waxed slit. Stacey had convinced me before she left and all the ensuing drama to go with her to one of her spa appointments, her treat, to test it out. Now, I wasn't so sure if it was one of the best or worst things I had ever done.

"They did such a good job; Daddy can see everything," I was startled, and he chuckled, "It looks like someone's tight little pussy is needy; look at how wet that naughty kitty is. Is this the naughty little clit you play with at night when you think I don't know?" I wanted to crawl inside of myself and die on the spot, but there was no way he could know that, right? "Don't worry," he roughly whispered in my ear, "Daddy knows everything."

"Now I'm gonna give my good girl's pussy a little kiss before I fuck it raw," He declared, still gently running his fingers up and down my slit and lightly grazing my clit. I felt him move between my splayed thighs and could only watch the top of his golden blonde head as he took a deep inhale before allowing the same tongue I had felt against my back hole to part my tender lips. I gasped; I couldn't help it because when he got to the top of my slit, he took a deep pull on my tender clit. Gently worrying the bud with his teeth, the dual sensation and threat of pain sent me into a tailspin as he continued to work my clit. Soon enough, that sensation was joined by a finger gently probing my soaked opening. He barely got his finger into my opening, and despite how generously wet I was, I still winced at the foreign sensation.

"You are so fucking tight! I don't think I can wait anymore to get in there. Don't worry; we'll have all the time in the world to experiment later." He uttered as he crawled his way up my body. Mason had more than a foot on me, so he had to arch his shoulders to keep his eyes locked on mine. Oddly, even though I was still a bit scared, I liked how this made me feel and saw in his eyes that he also enjoyed having the power to overwhelm me. There was just no mistaking that dark gleam in his gaze, and I worried that I wouldn't be able to handle what was next.

I could feel as he moved to circle my opening with the monstrous head of his cock, eyes locked on mine, and I trembled. I hear him growl, and his arms come around to clench me so tightly that I cannot move as he begins to shallowly thrust at my entrance, teasing at first but then fighting through the resistance of my unused cunt. I feel the incredible strain between my thighs and whimper as he grips me even tighter.

"Being a noisy baby means you want it even harder from Daddy. It's okay; I don't mind. I'll happily give you what you want." And with that, he roughly speared into me, breaking through the last barrier of resistance. I couldn't help the silent scream that attempted to leave my throat as my vision went white, and through it all, I was vaguely aware that he held me close.

"Don't give up on me yet, Dani; we're just getting started." Getting started?! I thought, and then I felt him begin nibbling and biting at my neck, which made my stuffed pussy clench around him even harder. Thankfully he hadn't started moving yet, just sucking and biting me, and a part of me despaired that he would leave visible marks all over me, even with my midnight skin. Gradually, I felt my shaking slow, and my body began to relax, and I heard him groan again.

"It'll take constant fucking to loosen this pussy up," and in a deeper rumble, I heard him add, "and I can't fucking wait." Mason begins roughly thrusting, and my body has a tough time accepting his rough attention. I wince every time he goes particularly deep. His cock is slick and slippery with a combination of my fluids, and faintly, I get hints of the pleasure to come. It seemed the more I whimpered, the rougher he got until everything was an intense blend of pleasure and pain. Mason used his hand to tilt my ass so that he could thrust precisely where he wanted, which felt terrific and soothed some of the burning stretch that I was experiencing; still, it wasn't until he began to play with my clit that my vision went white for an entirely different reason.