14 comments/ 123888 views/ 29 favorites Turned Out? By: Boo1104 I had always heard that every white man want to try a black woman at least once. Though I never really bought into that the theory, I myself had my own curiosities about white men. My name is Jaquline, but my friends call me Jackie. I like to think of myself as a pretty open minded, modern woman. I've never had any problems with interracial relationships, but I had never had the guts to try it out for myself. In my line of work, waitressing, I've come across a ton of people. I've been asked out by all sorts of people...white guys, black guys...and to my amusement and flatter, even a couple of women, but I've always dated black guys, because that's what I was raised to do. "Find yourself a strong black man" my mother would always advise me, and I always strived to do just that, but that doesn't mean that it was always rewarding. The guy who seemed like Prince Charming, sometimes turned out to be just the opposite. I've had them all...the scholar, the blue collar worker, and even the gangster type thug. I felt like I had dabbled in every type of "brother" that ever existed. After my last breakup, I had taken a vow just to be on my own for a little while. No more nursing and pampering a man for a little while. I needed time to concentrate on myself...ya know... go out with my friends a little bit more... pamper myself... focus on me. Well, a "little while" stretched into two long years. The first year was kinda hellish. It was hard to get used to not having sex. I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed it until I wasn't getting it any more. I think that during that first year, I rented more pornos than the law should allow and I always seemed to find myself masturbating on the couch by the time I was fifteen minutes into the video. My second year was a little easier. I had gotten to the point where I was only playing with myself once or twice a week and then it even died down to every once in a while. I felt like I was becoming more liberated and I didn't need sex anymore... Mark proved me wrong... Mark had began working at grill where I waitressed about a year before I did. He waited tables sometimes, but he was also a part-time bartender. When I had first gotten hired, he even trained me for a couple of days on the floor. He was a pretty nice guy, but after my training, we didn't really talk much outside of work. We spoke when we saw each other and helped each other out when necessary. However as time went on, we became more acquainted and the two of us and a few other coworkers would hang out a local pool hall after work every now and then. I had always though that Mark was cute in a slacker sort of way. He was about 5' 11", very slim, and had brown eyes and reddish- brown hair that he kept pulled into a pony-tail that fell just past his shoulders. He talked in a relaxed tone that made it seem like he was never in a rush to do anything. He joked with everyone and was a major shit-talker once you got to know him. He was a really cool guy though. In spite of finding him cute, I never thought about him in a sexual manner. What good would it have done anyway? He had a girlfriend who he had been with since I had first met him... and she was gorgeous!!! Tall, slim, with blonde hair that cascaded nearly to her waist which was impossibly small. Her breasts seem to beckon mens attention and she had killer legs. What drove me nuts, is the fact that she didn't even seem to know it!!! She was a really nice girl, so I couldn't help but like her (pretty bitch!)! Though, I don't think that I am in her league, I'm not that bad off myself. I'm a little on the short side...only 5 feet two inches, BUT, I think my package is still okay. Not the best, but not that bad. My pride and joy is my hair that reaches the middle of my back (no hair weaving). My breast are a decent size, I think... 36 C (not as perky as I would like, but they don't point at my feet either)... My stomach is a little round though...Not fat and saggy... just a little bit of pooch there. I think I have nice legs and a nice ass too ( nicely curved, but not a big big bubble). However, I still don't think that I could compare with a woman as beautiful as Mark's girlfriend. I guess that's why I had never entertained any thoughts about being with Mark. What red blooded white guy would ever consider a simple girl like me when his own woman was beautiful enough to be a model?! But I never considered myself attracted to Mark, right???... Yeah right... Let's get real here!!! After getting to know Mark better over the span of a few years, I liked him a little bit more and a little bit more. For a while, I had a crush on him, but he had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend at the time. After a while, I got over it...or so I thought. The day after breaking up with Tony, my last boyfriend, Mark was actually there for me to listen to my moan and groan about the relationship. He told me that everything would be okay and we just talked for a while. He soon had to leave though because he had promised to take Jessica out to dinner. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he left and that was the end of that... Two years later, it seems the tables had turned. He and Jessica had gotten into a huge fight over some bullshit or another and I was there for him to vent. We had become such good friends and visited one another often. He had once told me that Jessica was a little jealous of me sometimes, but I laughed it off and said that she had nothing to worry about. But looking back, I guess she did after all... The night of their big argument, I got a call from Mark: "Hello?" "Hey, Jackie," he said to me. "Are you real busy tonight?" "Nope," I answered. "What's up?" "Jessica and I just broke up," he informed me. "I need to vent. Do you mind having some company tonight?" "Only if you bring along a pepperoni and cheese pizza from Vino's," I bargained, knowing that I would welcome him regardless of whether he had pizza or not. "It's a deal," he said before we said our goodbyes and hung up. I was shocked. He and Jessica always seemed so happy. I mean, they seemed like the perfect couple. It must have been something major for them to break up. For some strange reason, I went to my bedroom and checked my appearance in my mirror. My hair was a little mussed, so I brushed my lengthy tresses and pulled them up into a clip. I then added just a touch of lip gloss and rubbed my full lips together. I had actually thought about changing clothes, but I scolded myself for being an idiot. My FRIEND and his girlfriend had just broken up. My job was to console him, not get cutesy for him. I made my way back into the living room and channel surfed until he knocked on my door. The first thing that I noticed when I opened the door was his hair!... Or lack of... That long hair that some of women at work raved about was gone! I had only seen it down twice and I thought it was gorgeous also. Now, all that remained was soft waves on the top of his head. "What did you do?!" I exclaimed, dragging him into my apartment. "Isn't it obvious?" he said sarcastically. "Don't be an asshole," I warned him as I closed the front door. "What in the world made you cut it all off?" I demanded. "I had an interview at the company that I was telling you about," he informed me. "I had to go with the professional look." "Cutting off all of that beautiful hair was kinda drastic though," I argued as we both sat down on the couch. "What if you don't get the job?" "Then it'll grow back," he said simply with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's just hair, Jackie." "I know," I said, "but I never got to play in it." "I didn't know that you wanted to play in it," he said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. "What chick at work didn't want to play in your hair," I debated. "Really?" he said as if he didn't know that his hair was a hot topic at work. "Sorry," he said with a short laugh. "Whatever," I said as I opened up the pizza box. "Like you said, it'll grow back." Then I changed the subject. "So, what happened with you and Jessica?" "You gotta beer?" he asked suddenly. "You know where they are," I told him. As he stood up I told him to bring me wine cooler while he was digging through my fridge. When he came back with the drinks, he passed me my cooler and opened his bottle of Bud Light. He took a breath and dived into his story about how things had started getting rocky for him and his girlfriend. I only half listened as I noticed how handsome he was with the new haircut. It gave him a more mature look and I actually liked it in spite of my earlier fantasies about running my fingers through his hair. But who was I kidding? There was no way the he and I would ever hook up. First of all, I wouldn't even know how to approach him and secondly, I didn't think that he had ever even had a notion to date a black chick like me. I shook my head a little to clear my mind so that I could pay him a little more attention as he vented about how Jessica was not as perfect as everyone thought. "...and the sex wasn't the best either," I heard him say. "Damn," I said. "Sorry to hear that sweetie. I don't know if I could stay in a relationship if the sex was bad." "Well, it wasn't horrible," he amended. "Sometimes it was just... I dunno.." "Not the best," I filled in as I picked a piece of pepperoni off of a now cold slice of pizza. "Yeah," he confirmed. "How would you handle bad sex?" he asked suddenly. "I don't know," I answered. "I haven't had sex in over two years," I confessed. "What?!" he said with a bit of amazement. "Why is that?" "I've sworn off of men," I told him. "Oh," he said. "So are you a lesbian now?" "No," I said with a laugh. "I just don't have sex." "At all?" he asked. "Well," I began, "unless you can count me using my hands and occasionally a vibrator." "Too much information," he said with a frown on his face. "Well, you asked," I said, laughing at his expression. "I don't know if I could go without sex," he admitted. "Even sucky sex is better than none at all." I couldn't help but laugh at that. "I'd rather go without it," I argued. "Don't you ever get horny?" he asked me. "Sure," I answered. "But I take care of it myself." "That sucks," he said shaking his head. "Not really, because I don't get horny as often as I did in the very beginning," I told him. "It's hard to get aroused when there is no one there to get you aroused. My resistance is much stronger than it was before. Very little gets to me now." "How do you know?" he asked. "If you sworn off of men, how do you know that they can't get to you?" "I just know," I told him with a shrug. Needing to get away from the subject, I stood up to take the rest of the pizza into the kitchen. As I slid the pizza into the refrigerator, I yelled, "Want another beer?!" "Sure." I came up to find him standing right behind me. I jumped as I felt his leg brush lightly against my ass. "You almost scared the hell outta me!" I fussed as handed him another beer. I grabbed another wine cooler for myself as I tried to ignore the shock that had coursed through me at the seemingly harmless contact. "Thanks," he said as he opened the bottle and took a long swig. He then turned and went back into the living room. I opened my cooler and quickly drained it before I could even close my fridge. I sat the empty bottle on the counter and grabbed another one before going back into the living room. I plopped down on the couch and opened my fresh drink. "So," I began, "what are you going to do about Jessica?" "Nothing," he answered. "We both need to cool off a bit. I'm not going to chase her. Maybe we just need a little space." "So you can just walk away from years of being together like that?" I questioned. "It's not as easy as I'm trying to make it sound," he admitted. "But, if she wants to make up, she's going to have to come to me." "I see," I said before taking a sip of my cooler. "Do whatever you feel is right," I said. I then picked up the remote control and began to channel surf. "Nervous?" he asked all of a sudden. "About what?" I asked, not looking at him. "I dunno," he said. "Being alone with me." "We've been alone before, Mark," I argued shaking my head. "But it's different now," he stated. "We're both single now..." "So what?" I challenged with more bravado than I actually felt. "Big deal." "So you don't want me?" he said raising an eyebrow at me. "What in the world would make you think that?" I said incredulously. "First of all, I only date black guys and second of all, I'm not going to let you use me as a rebound on the day that you and your girlfriend break up." "Rebound?" he challenged. "Well, what would you call it?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Look," he began, "I'm going to be honest with you. I find you very attractive. I always have." "Oh really?" I said stubbornly. " I never knew that you had jungle fever." "I never had before," he admitted. "But it's different with you." "How?" I demanded. "I dunno," he answered. "It just is." "And like I said before, I only date black guys." "Why?" he challenged. "Are you afraid that a white guy might turn you out?" "Boy puh-lease!" I said with a snort. "That'll never happen. A BLACK man has never turned me out. What makes you think a white guy could?" "Not any white guy," he argued. "Me." I laughed out loud. "You?!" "Yes. Me." "Why in the world would you think that you could turn me out," I asked. "You already admitted that the sex is bad with Jessica!" "But that's with Jessica," he said. "Quit beating around the bush, Jackie. I already know that you wanted to have sex with me. Your friend Terry told me so." "What?!" My best friend had betrayed me! I would deal with her later. "When did THAT happen?" "About a year ago," he answered. "Do you deny it?" "Okay, okay," I began. "I admit it. I HAD a little bitty crush on you back then. But that was then. I got over it though." Yeah right... "Is that a fact?" he said. He stood up away from the couch before spreading my legs and kneeling in front of me. "What do you think that you're doing?" I asked as he took my bottle away from me and sat in on the coffee table. I tried to seem completely unaffected, but it was damn hard. "You say that you don't want to have sex with me right?" "Right," I lied. "And nothing really affects you anymore, right?" "Right." "So," he began to gently run his lips along the side of my neck, "this doesn't bother you, right?" "Not at all," I lied after clearing my throat. "You are a horrible liar," he said before his tongue snuck out and lightly glided along the side of my throat. "You like it," he said in a cocky tone. By reflex, my hands went to his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, I just held on to him. I was amazed at how wet I had become at this light contact. I squirmed and my head fell back against the cushion of my sofa, giving him more access to my neck. He laughed a little before saying, "I thought this wasn't affecting you." "It isn't," I lied, actually loving the feel of his lips against my skin. "Tell the truth," he said. I felt him move one hand down to my warm cooch. I moaned weakly as he began to slowly rub me through my shorts. "You've wanted this cock for a long time." "Nope," I argued meekly as my hips began to roll in response to his hand. "I just thought you were cute." "Bullshit," he said as he brought his lips closer to mine. "Then why are you soaked through to your shorts?" "It's your imagination," I disputed, my breath catching in my throat as his lips brushed across my own. I was powerless as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I was immediately intoxicated by the taste of beer and pizza on his tongue. As if by their own will, my fingers found their way into the short curls in the top of his head. Finding myself lost in this kiss, I have no idea of how he managed to get my shorts and panties off, but I instantly felt his fingers playing with my freshly trimmed kitten. Two of his finger twiddled with the moisture that he had created at the entrance to my hot femininity. I moaned into his mouth as I felt him rub the wetness across my swelling clit. Unable to fight him, I pulled him closer to me as he rubbed at my clit with more urgency. I whimpered in discontentment as he pulled away from me and stood up. "I thought you didn't like it," he challenged as he stood before me. "I lied." "I know." Well, the truth was out there now and I was hornier than I had been in my two years of being single. Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra from the front. I sat before him, wearing nothing but a pair of white socks. He only smiled at me for a moment before removing the oxford shirt that he had worn to his interview. He then pulled off the t-shirt that he wore underneath. Though he was slim, he was also toned. I wasn't sure of what to expect, but I was pleased with what I saw so far. I was nervous though. I had heard rumors that white guys were not that well endowed and I was going to be sorely upset if he had a little dick. I reached for the belt buckle of his pants, anxious to see for myself what he had to offer. I quickly removed the belt and went for the zipper of his pants. "Wait," he said, putting his hand over mines to stop my progress. My heart dropped a little bit. He had to be hesitant for a reason. I quickly assumed the worst. He got me all hot and bothered only to have a little dick. Damn. He pushed my hands away from his zipper and began to lower the zipper himself. With that done, he reached for the band of his boxers and pulled them down with his pants. When he stood up straight, about nine inches of hard, stiff, meat pointed in my direction. "Oh my," I muttered to myself. "Not what you were expecting?" he said as he stood proudly in front of me. "No," I answered honestly. "But I'm not upset at all." Unable to resist, I reached out and ran my hand along the length of his thick rod. "I'm not mad at all." "Kiss it," he demanded out of the blue. Shocked at the order, yet turned on just the same, I thought to myself ' I'm about to wrap my lips around a white guys dick!' And to top it off, it was Mark's! Though in this day and age, interracial sex is hardly taboo, this was still my first time! Gingerly, I took the head of his dick into my mouth and met it with my tongue. I stroked the head only for a minute or two before taking more of his length into my mouth. I eased a little more into my mouth as time passed until I had just over half into my mouth. He grunted a little as I allowed him to fuck my mouth for a while. I didn't know what to expect as far as giving him head, but I was enjoying the taste of him in my mouth. He groaned as his thick rod moved between my glossed lips. I toyed with his balls as I devoured the thick stick of flesh that filled my mouth. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter just thinking about having that piece of meat inside of me. I guess two years of going without had turned me into a little sex vixen. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me. Almost grudgingly, I pulled my mouth away from him. I laid back on the couch and spread my legs apart, exposing my glistening cat, hoping he would take the cue to "come on in". To my surprise, he kneeled between my legs and took one hard nipple into his mouth as two of his long fingers immediately slammed into my pussy. "Mmm..." I moaned as his fingers ravaged my cat and he sucked roughly at my breast. "Like that?" he demanded against my nipple. "Hell yes," I responded, marveling at the look of his lightly tanned skin my caramel toned breast. I moaned again as his mouth trailed down my belly to where his fingers pummeled my saturating puss. As his fingers entered me swiftly and roughly, his mouth found my clit and he licked me and suckled me wantonly. I blared his name over and over as I fucked his mouth and fingers wildly. It felt sooo good! My hands held his head as my pelvis rolled against his face. It only seemed to spur him on. I felt tension build inside of me as I grew closer to an orgasm. Turned Out? "Mark," I cried. "I'm about to cum..." He groaned in delight and licked and finger fucked me with more ferocity. Unable to hold back, I erupted in his face. His mouth replaced his fingers as he drank from my wetness, taking everything that he could. My body convulsed as I slowly came down from my temporary high. Mark only smiled at me for a second. "Tired already?" he challenged cockily. "Not at all," I said as my eyes drifted shut. "Good," he uttered. My eyes flew open as I felt him spread my legs again. He ran his fingers along my slit before lifting me against the couch. "Still wet," he stated. He then began to inch his stiff staff into the entrance of my woman hole. "Ready for this cock, Jackie?" he challenged. I whimpered as he teases my cat with the head of his thick dick. "Please..." I begged weakly as he toyed with me. When had I turned into this weak little pile of goo?! All logical thought flew from my mind as he slammed all nine inches of his meat into my throbbing puss. "Oh shit," I moaned as he quickly withdrew from my wetness and pounded into me again. I gripped his shoulders as he pulverized my pussy, giving me no time to adjust to his size. But I was loving every minute of it! Soon, I caught up to his rhythm and my hips were rocking against him, taking in his full length vigorously. "That's it," he reveled, hammering into me forcefully. "Love this cock! Love it!" "I do! I do!" I yelled, enraptured. "Fuck me," I begged. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" And he didn't stop. He tenderized my punani until we both felt ourselves going over the edge. I cried out as I was hit with a tremendous orgasm. "I'm cumming, Mark! I'm cumming!" "I'm with you," he yelled back, still fucking me with all his might, prolonging my climax. He brought his lips to mine and I drank from him, tasting the essence from my now tenderized kitty on his tongue and lips. The blend of my cat and his mouth was exhilarating and I couldn't get enough. It must have been them same for him, because I felt him grow hard again in my sensitive puss. To my displeasure, he pulled out and away from me. "Where are you going?" I asked with a pout. A POUT!! Imagine that... "No where," he answered. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. How I managed to stay on my feet, I don't know. He then escorted me to my bedroom and walked me to my bed. "I've been wanting to see that ass since last year," he confessed. "Get on all fours." Thrilled, I did as I was instructed. I had never been the submissive type, but I was actually loving this feeling of being told what to do, and by a white guy no less. Though I would never admit it, I was sooo turned on by his demands. Instead of feeling any embarrassment about having my ass in the air in the middle of my bed, I felt glorious under his perusal. My heart raced as I looked back and saw him approaching me. I nearly giggled like a school girl when he lightly kissed each cheek before playfully smacking me on my ass. It stung for a quick moment, but I liked it. I moved closer to the head of my bed to give him room to come up behind me. He rubbed my puss from behind, spreading the moisture that he created so easily. My body tensed momentarily as he began to ease the head of his pole into my soggy cooch. About halfway in, he withdrew until only the head was inside. He then slammed into me at full length before easing back out and slamming into me again. I was unprepared for the pain that coursed through me at first. Being on all fours made him seem even bigger and I screamed out as he slammed into me. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, pausing his movement. "Hell no," I said quickly as I gripped at the sheets on my bed. Immediately he began to fuck me again, a little more gently now, giving me a few minutes to adjust to this new sensation before quickening his pace again. Soon, I was throwing my cat back at him, hearing him grunt and groan in pleasure as I moaned and purred beneath him. Just as I was beginning to feel that familiar tension building inside of me, Mark slowly pulled out of me. Before I could ask what he was doing, I felt his fingers rolling around my sodden pussy lips. He then spread the moister to the crack of my ass. I instantly tensed. "Relax," he cooed, gently pushing past the tightness of my hole. There was a little discomfort at first. I had NEVER participated in any form of "ass-play" and I wasn't sure of if I could handle it. I slowly began to relax as he massaged my hole with one finger, then two. "See," he said. "It's not so bad." "Mmm hmm," I said as I rested my head on my crossed arms. I almost protested when he withdrew his fingers from my ass. He then shoved his rod back into my wet cooch and pulled it back out. He rubbed my pussy again and wet my ass hole. I tensed as I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my ass. "Relax," he cooed again. "Just relax." I tried to do just that, but it was a little difficult when I knew that there was a thick, 9 incher waiting to gain entrance to my butt! To soothe me a little, he continuously rubbed the head of his staff from my cat to my ass, adding more and more moisture to my hole. Slowly he began to ease the head into my ass. I nearly screamed "Mercy!" as he slipped his head past my tight hole. My whole body stiffened as and odd mix of pain and pleasure soared through me. "The hardest part is over," he whispered as he slowly began to ease more of his length into me. I struggled to relax as he entered me even more from behind. He with drew just a little bit and eased further into me. He continued the process until he had most of his dick inside of me. He slowly began to fuck me from behind. It took a little getting used to, but after a while I began to adjust to him and actually enjoy this new sensation. Soon after, he began to quicken his pace. I found myself rubbing at my clit as he pumped me from behind. I had never been fucked in the ass before, but I came to the conclusion that I could definitely do it again. As he ass fucked me, it began to feel better and better and my fingers at my pussy felt sooo good.. "You love it, don't you?" Mark said, telling me more than asking me. "Yes! Yes!" I cried out rubbing at my drenched kitten ferociously. "Didn't know a white boy had it like this huh?" he challenged confidently as he pummeled me from behind. "No!" I admitted wildly. "But you love it," he demanded. "Tell me you love it!" "I love it! I love it." "Oh fuck yes!" he shouted as he exploded in my ass. I quickly came tumbling after, feeling my juices flow over my fingers as I climaxed with Mark. We both fell forward on the bed. I managed to pull my arm from under our bodies and rested my head on my dry hand as I caught my breath. "You are..." I couldn't even finish my statement. "Awesome?" he completed for me. "Wonderful? Excellent?" "All of the above," I answered after taking a breath. "It was never like this with Jessica," he admitted. "You taste so good...and feel so..." "Awesome," I filled in with a smile. "Wonderful? Excellent?" "All of the above," he said with a smile, mocking me as I had mocked him. "So what do we do now?" I asked, suddenly sleepy. "Take a nap and start all over." "I like that idea," I told him. We fell asleep exactly where we lay and woke up ready to do it again. And though I would never admit it... the white boy did indeed TURN ME OUT... Let me know what you think... Turned Out Rob sat there on the edge of Christine's bed in her dorm room, nervous and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect. He did not like the feeling. He had never been the type of person to let someone else decide his fate, he was always in control. Not anymore though. He watched Christine's behind as she fiddled with her computer, which was opposite the bed. She was wearing an olive colored tank top and nothing else. Her back was to him and she was humming a cheery tune while slightly moving her hips from side to side. She had her shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail. He still marveled at her figure; her thick thighs, wide hips, heavy breasts, and her large, round, hypnotic ass. She was the epitome of femininity. He still couldn't fathom how such a girl, such a woman, could have a thick, long phallus between her legs. "Can you hear me?" she asked the computer. "Yep, I surely can!" an excited girl's voice answered back from the computer's speakers. "Great," said Christine as she walked over to a cabinet under the room's sole window to his right. He looked over at the computer screen which was now visible without Christine's ass blocking the way, and was taken aback when he saw a face staring back at him; it was a two-way web chat. "Hello!" the smiling girl on the screen waved at him enthusiastically. She was petite with short blonde hair. He recognized her, she shared several classes with him and Christine. Her name escaped him, but he did remember that she was a talkative chick with an annoyingly cheery disposition. "Why is...that girl on the screen?" he asked Christine, who was rummaging through her desk drawers. "Hey, I have a name you know!" the annoying girl said from the screen, her smile not leaving her face. "It's Trixie!" "Fuckin' Trixie?" he said. "Whatever, look, Christine, what's going on?" "Come on, I know you like an audience," Christine turned and looked at him through her nerdy glasses, the tank top was tight on her large breasts and her dick was half aroused and hanging freely between her legs. Even in this state, it was larger than his. She studied him as he stared at her stupidly. It took a second before her words registered. "You...you can't be serious," he stammered. "What's the problem?" she said. "It's not like it would be the first time." She looked at his face with a knowing, mocking smile. She obviously enjoyed watching him blush fiercely as he remembered the incident she was alluding to; they had gone to a local park adjacent to their campus. She had dragged him to an isolated location behind some high bushes, and made him get on his knees and pleasure her. She'd insisted that he suck on her balls loudly, slurp them as noisily as he could. It was only after she had spewed her jizm all over his face that he saw some of their female class mates watching them from beside a nearby tree. His face turned even redder as he imagined what he must have looked like, kneeling in front of a smugly satisfied Christine with her cream coating his face. He figured she must have made him suck loudly on her balls in order to make those girls not only see, but also hear his emasculation. Whether she'd invited them to come watch, or whether they happened to stumble upon the happy couple was anybody's guess. He certainly wouldn't put it past her though. Before he'd "known" Christine he was somewhat popular on campus, the girls liked him enough and the guys respected him. Now that he's been...involved with her for a couple of weeks, he started noticing certain looks and giggles from a few girls, one or two of whom he'd previously intended to put the moves on. He suspected that Christine wasn't keeping her mouth shut about their escapades, even though she'd promised she would. Now, as he looked at the girl on the screen, his suspicions were confirmed. He wanted to curse Christine for breaking her promise, to tell her to fuck off and walk out the door, but there was something about the way she looked at him from behind those ridiculous glasses that sapped all the courage from his body. "Look," he spoke towards the webcam desperately, trying to appear calm. "I don't know what you expect to see here, but there's nothing going on." Both Christine and Trixie laughed at that. "Come on, that was pretty lame," said Christine. "I already know you have a taste for girl-sausage," said Trixie. This was getting him angrier by the second, he couldn't stand that his most private and embarrassing conduct was being discussed so freely. "Fuck this, I'm outa here!" he said, trying his best not to look Christine in the eye as he got up to leave. He thought maybe he could bluff his way out of this situation, or at least have Christine turn off the webcam before said 'sausage tasting' commenced. "Fine, go ahead," she replied, unfazed in the slightest. "Nobody is forcing you stay." She was leaning her elbow on the drawers as she watched him silently, her face expressionless. He wished for the hundredth time that he could read her mind. "Ok then," he said, and started for the door. Just as he turned the knob, Christine walked over to her computer and sat down. "Trixie I'm sending you a great amateur tape featuring a slut getting his oral virginity taken. Feel free to share it with all your friends." Of course, he thought. How could he have thought for an instant it would be that easy? "You're a real fucking cunt, you know that?" he said. The two girls looked at each other and laughed, no doubt at his choice of words. He could keep on cursing and bluffing but he knew she would get what she wanted in the end. Hating himself, he slumped back to the foot of the bed and sat down. She gave him a pitying look as if to say, why do you even bother putting up a fight, you weak willed bitch? She then swiveled around in her chair and motioned for him to come closer, that mocking smirk on her face. He walked over to her and got on his knees, getting face to face with the monster that haunted his dreams. It was already almost all the way stiff. "Kiss it," she said, the usual condescension in her voice suddenly absent. Her voice was throaty, anticipating. Her mouth was slightly open as she looked at him, and she had that look in her eye that she gets when she's horny, like a predator studying its prey. He moved his head slowly towards her cock, which seemed to stiffen harder the closer he got. Even though it wasn't the first time he'd come face to face with it, the size of Christine's beast didn't cease to humble him every time he saw it. He had never considered himself as having a small dick, he was pretty certain that he was at least above average. But each time he saw the one in front of him it made him feel dwarfed. Also unlike his own, it wasn't circumcised. Of course it's not, he thought absently, girls don't get circumcised. The foreskin pulled back as her cock bobbed gently in front of him, precum already starting to well up over the tip. It had a musky smell to it which, he had to admit, stirred something inside of him. It was the smell of lust, but it was also the smell of humiliation, as it brought back memories he would rather forget. Christine, maybe tired of waiting, moved her dick gently forward and touched the tip to his lips, parting them slightly. She then pulled back, a string of pre-cum connecting his lips to her dick. He was grateful that Trixie couldn't see this part, as the web cam could see nothing but the back of Christine's black ponytail. As if reading his mind, Trixie cried out from her limited vantage point, "What's going on? I can't see!" "Oh, how rude of me," said Christine, who'd apparently forgotten about the annoying girl on the screen. She rolled her conveniently wheeled chair around Robb so that she was to his right, no longer obscuring the view from the webcam. He looked apprehensively at the girl on the screen, who stared back at him eagerly. He absolutely did not like his humiliation witnessed. At the moment, all that a few people knew about him were rumors and innuendos, nothing solid. If Christine were to follow up on her threat though, everyone would know for certain. He'd be brunt of every dick sucking joke, and he could kiss pussy goodbye for the remainder of his time on campus. Christine watched him as she held the base of her cock, waiting for him to muster up the courage to willingly debase himself. "Open, stick your tongue out" she finally said, and he flinched when she whipped her dick toward him with her hand, flinging precum onto his face. She chuckled at his disgusted expression as he wiped the sticky fluid off his face. He turned towards her, and as soon as he stuck out his tongue she slid her chair closer and started loudly smacking her dick against it. He could taste her salty pre-cum with each smack. He knew from their previous encounters that Christine expelled much more precum than men do, and it flung about with every quick motion of her cock. She then started sliding the tip back and forth on his tongue, spreading her salty pre-jizz. With each thrust she went deeper into his mouth, until she reached his uvula. She then grabbed his head with both hands and shoved her entire length down his throat, her girth expanding it as it went down. If it had been his first time he would have definitely thrown up. Luckily Christine had trained him well. Her dick didn't stay in his throat for long though, and he sputtered and spat saliva on her abdomen as she pulled it out. After she pulled out entirely he expected her to shove it back in, but she didn't. Instead she stood up and turned around so that her fat ass was in his face. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and slowly pushed her ass into his face. He could feel himself sinking into the crevasse that is her ass crack, until his lips were pressed against her puckered hole. "You know what to do," she said, and indeed he did. He knew she wanted a rimjob, though she had never made him do that before. He suspected that it was for their voyeur's benefit. He opened his mouth and traced his tongue around the rim of her anus. "Whoa, I didn't think he'd actually do it!" said Trixie, sounding both amazed and pleased. "You carry yourself like such a man, Robbie. Who knew you were such a little bitch?" Both the girls started laughing. He was really starting to dislike this brat, but what really made him angry was that she was right. All his life he'd carried himself a certain way, considered himself hyper-masculine. Now look at him, being told to put his tongue on someone's asshole and actually doing it. "What else can you make him do?" Trixie asked. "Hmm, let's see..." Christine considered. "Oh, I know!" she grabbed the chair and positioned it facing the computer. "Come on, knees here," she tapped the seat of the chair. He did as she said and got up onto the chair so that his arms were resting on the backrest and his butt was facing the computer screen. "Ooh, this is so exciting!" said Trixie. He could not see her anymore but could still hear her annoyingly chipper voice. Christine pulled down his pants and underwear with one motion, revealing his ass. She then reached for a small tube that was on the floor and screwed the top off and tossed it away. She started squeezing the tube over his ass and coated his butt with its content. He then felt her spreading the cool fluid up and down his crack with her fingers, then felt a sudden intrusion into his hole. He ground his teeth as she slowly pushed in her middle finger to the second knuckle, and started sliding it in and out. He imagined the view from Trixie's vantage point, him bent over with a grinning bespectacled girl finger fucking his virgin hole. And then he felt his dick start to swell. The more he thought about how wrong this was, how this shouldn't be happening to him, the more he felt the blood rush into his penis. "Is he tight?" asked Trixie. "Oh, you bet," Christine answered. "Can I see his face?" "I think we can accommodate you," she took her finger out of his ass with an audible plop and swiveled the rotating chair around so that he faced the computer. Trixie stared at him, smirking. His face started to feel warm and he turned his head to the side to avoid her gaze. "Ah!" he suddenly whelped when Christine smacked his butt cheeks with both hands. "That's a nice sound," she said, before reinserting her middle finger, this time pushing it all the way inside. He felt his face contort at the sensation and wished he wasn't facing a live webcam. Christine's other hand reached down between his legs and wrapped around his cock. "My god," she said. "He's hard as a rock!" "Really?" said Trixie. "You are such a slut, Robbie-boy." His face flushed worse than ever. "Do you think he's ready?" "Not really, but what the hell," Christine took her finger out and suddenly pushed the tip of her dick against his resistant anus. "Stop!" he yelled and jerked away from her. "A finger is as far as I'm willing to go!" "Come on, Robbie, don't be such a kill-joy," a disappointed looking Trixie said. "Fuckin' forget about it, it's not gonna happen." "Ok, no ass fucking," said Christine. "Just let me put the tip in." Rob turned his head and looked at her face, and she looked back at him expectantly and said, "Please?" He was taken aback a bit, and at that moment he saw the shy, nerdy Christine he sees in class, and not the domineering Christine he'd gotten used to behind closed doors. It made him realize that he had a degree of control over what happens to him. Her imposing personality had actually made him forget that he was the man, and that despite his slight frame he could probably snap her neck like a twig. Probably. I shouldn't forget what she has over me, though, he thought. Letting her have this little thing was better than facing the nasty consequences of his refusal. "Ok, just the tip," he finally said reluctantly. "I promise," said Christine, the evil grin returning to her face. She placed her dick between his butt cheeks and rubbed it up and down his crack, which was still slick with lube. She then pushed against his pucker with the tip, and he clenched reflexively. That didn't deter her though as she kept pushing until it plopped into his butthole, forcing its way inside a few centimeters more than intended. "Ahh!" he cried and gripped the back of the chair with both hands. "Ow...out, pull it out." "Oops, sorry 'bout that," she sounded as if she was holding back a laugh, and instead of pulling it out she drove it deep into his rectum. "Uhnnnggghh," he grunted loudly as she continued penetrating, stretching parts of him that weren't meant to be stretched so far. Her dick kept going deeper until her hip tapped lightly against his butt; she had just buried her entire monster of a cock into his asshole. He wanted to scream at her, tell her to pull out, but he couldn't find his voice. All his energy was focused on fighting the pain in his rear. Christine bent forward and hugged him, and he realized absently that she had taken off her tank top when he felt her plump breasts rest on his back. "Incredible," she gasped. "He's...so tight! He's clenching so hard around me..." she held that position silently for a few moments, probably savoring the moment of his defloration. She then let go of his torso and rose back to her former position before starting to pull out, and the ensuing pain made him wish she had just stayed inside. When about two thirds of it was out, she gripped him by the hips and pushed it back in. "Ahhh," he squealed helplessly. "Mmm what a manly sound," she mocked, smacking his ass hard with her right hand. He couldn't believe it, he'd just been deflowered by a nerdy girl with a ridiculously fat cock. At that thought he realized that his own cock was hard, very hard. She continued to slowly stroke her dick in and out of his ass, and to his distress it was actually starting to feel good. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I hope you realize you're my bitch now." She started speeding up her pace to the point where her hips were smacking into his ass. Her cock felt enormous inside him. "Ffffuuuuck!" he cried. Her cock was just churning his ass, and he felt his erection swing back and forth with each thrust, expelling precum all the while. With each stroke she was stimulating a spot deep inside him, and each time she pressed into it he felt his dick twitch, and he new that if she kept up that pace he would blow an enormous load. She reached down towards his dick and he thought she was going to grab it, instead she position her open palm in front of his swinging cock, as if giving him a target to shoot at. He tried to hold back as long as possible, he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of forcing him to cum, especially without so much as touching his dick. The pressure was rising from his balls to an unbearable degree, and despite his best efforts, she successfully coaxed his seed out of him. He spewed with such intensity that an embarrassingly load moan was forced from his lips. Her thrusting did not stop, and his cum flung about with the swinging of his cock, his jizz spraying all over her open palm and the leather chair. When his orgasm finally ended Christine stopped her thrusting, her hips giving his ass a final tap, her cock buried all the way inside. "Would you look at that," she held up her upturned palm in view of the webcam. "Is that his cum?!" Trixie gasped, astonished. "It sure is," Christine laughed, obviously delighted. "I didn't even have to touch his dick. What kind of man likes it in the butt, I ask you?" she grabbed him again by the hips, not bothering to wipe his semen off her hand, and it felt warm and sticky on his hip. She slid her cock out slowly until the tip, and drove it back in with a sharp thrust. He held back a cry from his lips, the noise he'd already made was embarrassing enough, and he wouldn't be surprised if the whole floor had just heard him orgasm. Christine's trusts were getting frenzied, and to his chagrin his dick was getting hard again. Her each pump pushed him forward forcefully, her dick making an obscene squishing sound as it reamed his ass. He could hear her low grunts and he knew that it wasn't about humiliating him anymore; she had reached the tipping point. "Oh god!" she cried, and he felt her cock twitch and then blast unnaturally hot spunk deep inside his rectum. He knew that Christine expelled copious amounts of cum, but never like this! His bowels were actually expanding from the shear volume of semen being deposited in them. He felt like a human condom that was filled to bursting. "Ah...ah," she spasmed as she spewed the last of her little gift into him, before letting herself collapse backwards onto her bed. Her cock slid out of him with a ridiculous popping sound, some of her jizz spilling out of his once tight asshole. She propped up her head with a pillow as she lay on her back, watching the aftermath of her buggering. "Don't let it spill out," she said when she saw her cum drip down his leg. He clenched his butt tight, as tight as he could anyway, and stood up. "I...gotta empty out my out butt," he said, and both girls burst out laughing. "Jesus, how much did you cum inside him?" Trixie asked. "A lot," Christine answered. She stared at him with such a self-satisfied expression that he couldn't bear look her in the eye. "And no, I want you to walk around like that, with your butt full of my cream." She got up off the bed as he pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. She walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Just as he started thinking that that was too nice for Christine, she smacked him on the butt and whispered in his ear, "you have such a sweet ass, from now on you're my little honey butt." He was grateful Trixie couldn't hear that part. Turned Out A few moments later he was out in the hall with Christine's door closing behind him. He started towards the exit and realized he couldn't walk straight. His asshole burned with each step. That and the large deposit of butter she'd left in his ass forced him to walk with his legs apart. He must have looked ridiculous. He hoped and prayed he didn't run into any of Christine's friends; one look at him and they'd know he'd just been ass raped. Turned Out by Best Friend Pt. 01 This story is graphic! If gay sex, public sex or forced sexual situations offend you please do not read this story. ***Spoiler*** this story is about forced gay sex in public. All the names are name up. ***** Nicks Story "I wasn't gay!" ... "NO seriously I wasn't." ... "I'm not gay now!" ... "This is a big miss understanding." ... "Look Sir this is what happened..." Tyler and I were going to be late for practice, not that we are star players or anything but we had been late before so we decided to split a ride share together. "At this rate I could have just biked." Tyler was getting upset but I knew he wouldn't leave me behind to look like an idiot. He was my dorm-mate, teammate, fraternity brother and best-friend from second grade. We were closer than most but nothing weird I swear to God. "Come on you know I don't have a bike and the gym is on the other side of campus, there is no way," I leaned over to look at his phone. "She is here," Tyler and I did a double take. "In a fuck'in little car." I had known Ty long enough to know a "this is your fucking fault" face. I awkwardly looked at my phone, I had a few text. [Just now] Johnathan: dude coach is pissed AF! [2:33 pm] Sahara Big @$$: Asshole! >:O [2:30 pm] Jessica Drunk at club 5: Not showing up for our date? ;'( [8:35 am] Mom: Please call! your father is sick you haven't returned any of my vm. You know we... [3:05 am] Jessica Black jessica: U have my panties creep! [12:00 am] (555) 555-5555: sav my number Rachael :x I pretended to answer some text while we got into the car. It was a REAL squeeze because as you can see we are both really big guys. Tyler is at least 6'6" and I'm 6' 4" we both have beefy corn fed builds. I would say I am more muscular and tone than Tyler. I mean I don't fuck around at the gym I am a beast, I have a 6 pack! Ty wouldn't talk to me the whole ride and by the time we got to the football stadium every one was already geared up to practice. We were only a few minutes late but the coach pulled Tyler aside. I didn't think anything of it so I just got my shit on and got out there on the field. I was running and this asshole, Tyler, comes out of nowhere and starts shit with me. "What the literal fuck!" he exclaimed. "What the literal fuck you bro!" I replied. "Fuck." "Guess what asshole we are benched this semester," Tyler was mad but I had no idea what was coming. Had I known I would have just let it go. "Its my fault you suck?" as it turned out that maybe wasn't the right thing to say. -A split second later!- Tyler and I were yelling on the 40 yard line until we heard the coaches air-horn blow. "Gat'damn it!" He was mad too. Again if I had known how mad I would have just let it go. "What's the deal benching us we are the best players on your team!" I asked nicely. "NO!" Coach was like I said really mad, "Tyler is the best player on the team and would be quarterback if he would run with the right crowd and let your pot-smoking, clap-catching, party-crashing ass go but he has too much character and that is the ONLY thing that keeps you on the team at all. "Your a fucking asshole," I wasn't gonna cry but maybe mist a bit from the eyes. I was humiliated this guy humiliated me. By the time he got done bitching me out everyone had already had time to casually move their training efforts within earshot. I had no choice but to walk away real indignant like. "Well fuck this shit!" "Nick wait!" Tyler was not mad anymore but I didn't need or want his sympathy. I waked back to the dorm and got blazed, that's just weed. I passed out. I woke up at 11pm in my dorm. "Hey dude shower and get some clothes on you stink," it was total dickhead Tyler. "What do you want?" I asked. "Besides you off the sofa stinking up the common room?" "Come off it, WHAT?!" "Well asshole," he rolled me onto the floor. I hit the floor with a thud. I was about to knock him in the fucking face but he said- "I'm going to Club Trap you coming?!" "Yeah," I loved Trap! Trap is a hip-hop club. I don't go for the music I go for the parking lot. You just can't find good weed on campus. Club Trap is really far you have to take State Line road. "My girlfriend is going to let me borrow her intrepid," I could tell Tyler wasn't as trilled as I was, I had only gotten him to try weed twice once in High-school and once Freshman year. He likes to be in control. Not that I'm not in control when I smoke. I'm in total control. The car ride was nice we talked about the good old days and that one time when I dared him to pee on an electric bug zapper. The club was really crowded so I basically just started asking around Tyler waited in the car. I came back with some weed and gave Tyler his change, well most of it. I hopped in and we started to drive back across State Line Road. "Man don't light that up in here." "I wasn't going to light this up in here," I thought about it for a second. "Well NOW I want to." "Dude." Tyler tried to stop me but it was already too late. I was lighting up. "Ahh man this is some really good shit." I was getting baked in the car and on the long ride home Ty started getting baked too from contact high in the closed off space. "Man I'm getting high too pass it over." It was only the 3rd time I got him to try. After we smoked we started to talk about stupid shit. "Do you remember Destiny's Child?" "Do you think Doctor who fucked aliens". "He is an alien." "E.T. Lives in the Star Wars movie, I mean universe." "You got that off facebook. I'm hungry". Well everything was normal at first but after a minute or 10 or 15 or so things started to get really weird. I thought I saw a huge dinosaur crossing the road then my heart started to speed up. "OH fuck," I shouldn't have said that because I guess Tyler was having the same issue but was trying to hold it down a bit. "What the fuck is going on!" He jammed on the breaks and we went off the road. When you are already fucked up totally, going off the road can be really traumatic so I guess I was a bit unempathetic to my friends feelings on the matter of smoking bad weed. "Cool the fuck out! Fuck." "Me cool the fuck out, this is on you, we're on fucking PCPs or something we are gonna die!" I was starting to feel really aggressive myself, like someone had put Purgahol in my weed. Yeah Purgahol for sure, I know it wasn't good but I could feel myself not caring. I just wanted to beat the shit out of my best friend. I hurriedly got out of the car and in a hot second I was opening the drivers side door. I was just about to pull him out but he jumped at me. He was crazied with red eyes bloodshot eyes and sweat glistening off his face and neck. I didn't care. Me and him were tumbling. I guess that Purgahol made us angry. After a good roll in the ground I calmed down. I guess we had worked most of it out of our system. Even Tyler started to go easy on me. When he started talking shit I knew the Purgahol had worn off but why wasn't he stopping? At this point he was pinning me over and over. "Dude stop get control," I begged him. "I am in control for the first time!" He replied in such as way that maybe showed some aggravation. Okay... "You keep fucking things up for me!" He continued, "Ever sense we were kids you always fuck things up and have me sticking up for you, you got me kicked off the team, you got smoke in my girls car and now she is gonna break up with me!" "Dude we can get you a girlfriend with a car." "NOT THE FUCKING POINT!" I had never seem him so angry it was actually really scary. I wasn't sure if I should try to get away or try to knock his block off, he was a big guy and for what he lacked in a 6 pack he made up for with grade-A American beefy mussel all over his body. He started reaching for his belt. He pulled his belt out and folded it like he was going to give me a spanking with it. "Dude what the fuck." I really wish I hadn't have said that. He showed me just how strong he was when he turned me over on my stomach and pulled down my sweatpants in two swift movements. I scratched at the ground and was getting away but he pulled me back. Just then I felt the first lash of his belt. Oddly it hurt but the cool air on my butt and the road on my crotch kinda make my dick hard. Normally I'm not turned on by air on my butt. "OH SHIT!" I figured it must be another effect of the drugs and if so Tyler would very soon be having the same reaction or worst! I barely had time to have my thought before I felt a second lash and then the full weight of his body behind me. We had been in a million positions horsing around but we were never the boner buddies growing up, now I could feel his hard bulge between us and I knew I was in trouble. "I should have shown you who was boss sooner but I never did because I felt like shit about your dad". That was a low blow. "Fuck you!" I exclaimed. "You little cock mother fucker you don't scare me get off me I'll walk". I had seen his cock once when he was a kid and I made fun of it being small. I knew he was self-conscious about it. "Ha ha ha." That really wasn't how he normally reacted me my low blows. "You really are a stupid bitch you don't know anything and that is about to be made clear." He pulled off his belt and finished getting his dick out of his pants. I could feel his cock on my back. He was fully hard and he wasn't the same little boy I saw by mistake that one time taking a piss. His cock had grown a lot. He was laying flat on top of me but his cock seemed to start from somewhere below my ass to the top of my ass crack and it was plenty thick. He wasn't nearly in the right position to fuck and I didn't think he would but I was getting uncomfortable. He started manhandling me into a position. "Dude okay!" I could feel his cock in my ass crack now and he was looking for the hole. "Shut up". He found my hole and started to push as hard as he could. He covered my mouth so I couldn't beg him to get off me. He pushed as hard as he could without hurting his dick but it just wouldn't slide in because it was too dry. He fixed that in a second. He removed his hand from my mouth to spit in it. "Dude I'm serious, don't do this to me, it's disgusting!" He rubbed his spit on my ass and started to push it into me. I think this time it was wet enough. "OH STOP PLEASE!" I tried to beg. "I can feel my butt opening really stop!" He just ignored me and kept pushing forward. What could I say? I just felt his thick circumcised cock-head push open my asshole and soon his head was actually in my butt. He just stopped for a second and let his cock rest in me. "There it is," he pointed out. I didn't respond I just couldn't believe it. There was a cock in my butt and it was Tyler's. Ty was my best friend. The worst part is that I could never save-face with him, he would always know I had a cock in my butt. I had no other close friends. I felt him go in a bit deeper. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you are going to be my bitch". I didn't respond I just grunted as I felt a disgusting cock get deeper and deeper. The drugs were having an effect on me. My cock remained hard underneath me and there was almost no pain only pressure but it was a lot of pressure. I still didn't want to believe he stuck his dick in me. I never knew he was gay and this is sick. I could feel myself getting ready to vomit. "Your ass actually feels good Nick". Tyler moaned and pushed his cock ever deeper into my ass. "Yeah I'm going to enjoy this". "Stop it feels weird," I had to admit he was boss. "You're to boss I get it big guy". "Oh I know that, and you're the bitch," Tyler agreed. He stopped moving his cock deeper just for a second as if he was making up his mind. "This isn't cool," I begged. He pushed in another inch or so and I could feel is shaved balls on top of mine. It was done, I had taken his full cock. I wouldn't have ever guessed that at the end of the night my best friend would bitch me. At this point he had fucked me in the ass, it was as simple as that. I had lost my manhood, it was over and we both knew it. "Sorry bro." He pulled out a bit and for a second I thought he might let me go (maybe he would have) but instead he pushed it back in and started to slowly fuck me. "I fucking need this, might as well finish." As he pushed back inside I felt him brush ageist my prostate. I had heard about the male g-spot but I have never tried it before on the count of it being totally faggy to try. With the pills making my cock hard and his monster softly trusting ageist my prostate with his monster cock I could see how this could feel good. Damn it was hard to describe. There was a weird intense feeling that wasn't dis-pleasurable, kind of out of context, just weird. There was also a great feeling coming from my hard cock as he trust my body ageist the ground. I could feel my cock oozing cum from the pressure but I didn't orgasm or shoot, more like a discharge of semen. The most strange part of the experience was that it was Ty fucking me. I just wasn't mentally turned on, it was just a lot of sensations. I managed to leave my body for it but Tyler wanted engagement. Tyler started to talk in a ways I couldn't have imagined. "You got a real sweet ass bitch." He bit my ear hard as he said that. "I'm going to fuck you on this big ass dick bro, you're my bitch." He moaned in my ear. I didn't respond I absorbed what he was saying. Shit! What the fuck could I say. "You like that in your pussy." He wasn't asking me he was telling me. "You're getting me hot, say it Nick." I really didn't want to say anything he told me to say but I didn't want to piss him off. "I like it," my voice came out strained and not at all how I expected it. I could hear in my own surprised voice that I was going through a real ordeal taking his dick. The drugs may have numbed the pain but he was really tearing my ass apart back there. I tried to free one of my hands (Tyler allowed this) and I reached back to feel his cock fucking my ass. Tyler slowed down a second to let me feel his cock. I reached my hand around the cock that was fucking me and felt how open my ass was. I let out an audible gasp. "Yeah you're really open for my cock," He laughed in my ear. "You are more stretched out now than any girl you have fuck huh?" He was right. I was a good size but he was twice my size at least, this man had me open. My feelings for Tyler changed when I felt his monster cock. He is a man. "God damn you are huge." He brushed my hand aside and resumed fucking at a faster pace. He is a man. He needs ass. He needs to cum. There was a very matter of fact inevitability at this point. He was fucking me, he liked it, I was going to make him cum and it felt good. I was still deeply ashamed and I wasn't sue if I liked it but it definitely felt good. It actually started to feel really really good. I whimpered underneath him as he claimed me. He beat me, dominated me and he earned my ass fair and square. It didn't feel right to stop him at this point. I was embarrassed that I didn't see what he was before. He started to fuck harder, testing my new acceptance of the situation. I moaned in response. "You're such a fucking stud, fuck you." "Ha, nah buddy I'm fucking you," he met my eyes grunting and he started to really pound me out. "Yeah fuck me." I was beside myself. I loved his cock and I still loved him. He was turning me on and I was proud of him for standing up to me. My best friend the stud put me in my rightful place it feels so good. "You're the man." "I'm gonna cum." That was all he was thinking about he was in full on bull mode. I looked that man dead in the eyes, "cum in me." He was such a stud I wanted to accept his semen. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into doggy style. He reached under me to felt on my cock just to check if it was hard. Part of me didn't want him to feel my cock because it was so much smaller compared to his but I was raging hard and leaking cum. "You want to be my butt boy," He was telling me. "Yes Ty." He started fucking me like a dog as I moan and whimpered. "You're cock feels so good." "Okay are you ready to do everything I say from now on as my bitch?" "Yes Ty." "I'm about to cum!" I could feel his cock getting thicker. "Inseminate me!" I wanted to be used, dumped in and made into a receptacle so he could get off. The finality of this degrading act was pushing me over the edge. I started fucking myself on his cock. "Nick I'm gonna blow!" I was so turned on I hit a deeper spot and I couldn't believe ORGASM. I was shooting cum underneath me so hard it was the beast orgasm I had ever had and I didn't even touch myself. I moaned like a whore, "AHHHMMMMMM!!." My head hit the ground but I kept my ass up for him. "Get off in me, I'm a bitch." I could feel his cock twitching inside me. He was filling me up with his man-goo. He was claiming me and seeding me in my ass. I would always have some part of him inside me. "Yeah I'm cumming," he announced after one squirt had already been launched, but I had no intention of having him pull out. "Yeah man keep it in!," I begged for his load. I loved feeling his powerful jerks and twitches as he finished using me. Eventually I started to feel wetness inside my ass. His cock seemed to be floating in my butt. I could tell I was loaded up. The twitches slowed and stopped and he slowly pulled out of me. As soon as he pulled out I felt a the cool air hit my insides. I felt pressure like I was about to fart but I knew what was going to happen. I kept my head on the ground with my ass up and let my ass expel a cream-pie. It actually felt good to feel his used goo run out of my gaping hole and onto my balls. He stood up. I had my ass up sill rocking my ass back and forward slightly dripping with his load. "Get up here on your knees and suck my cock," he ordered. He wanted me to do ass to mouth for him. Bastard was going to treat me like a total whole. I hesitated for only a second before realizing that I had to do it. I owe him. He is the man now. He has decided I'm going to become a cocksucker and a bitch. I got on my knees 2 inches from his cock. It was the first time I had seen it sense he was a man. It was big and magnificent but covered in gooey mess from my ass, his cock and the motion of his fucking. I almost put it in my mouth but I looked up at him, I was unsure if he saw that his cock was dirty. He clarified my instructions. "Clean me up," he said it with a knowing smirk. He was adding insult to injury but he knew he had me where he wanted me. I didn't want to eat man goo or ass juices but we had long moved past the point of no return and we were both very turned on, I didn't want to ruin it by saying no now. It was already too late to save my manhood. I still wanted to avoid the mess so I tried to get as much of his cock in at once. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried to suck it all down. I failed. When his cock got in my mouth I only had the head and some of the top of the shaft. His cock was too big for me to deep. That was when I noticed the taste. "Mmmmm," I moaned around his cock sucking and swallowing what was on the head. The taste was a big turn on and so was sucking his cock. I looked up at him and he was as surprised as I was. I started switching between sucking and licking the goo of the shaft. He was feeling too good I could tell he was sensitive. Looking in each others eyes we both understood. I started whoring myself on his cock. Going as deep as I could, licking his balls, sucking on the head and all while looking him in the eyes. He wanted to see me degrade myself on his cock but how much could his sensitive dick handle after an intense orgasm? How far would I go (I wondered as I moaned like a girl with his balls in my mouth) to make him tap out. Turned Out by Best Friend Pt. 01 He grunted and squirmed while I moaned and slurped. He grabbed the back of my head and forced it even deeper before letting me go but I contented to suck that deep even without air. "AHHHH Shit Shit Shit," he seemed almost ready to tap out and good because I was about to suffocate myself on his cock. "FAGGOT!" he called out trying to get me to stop first. It was more of a turn on than degrading. He wasn't going to give up but neither was I. I had his cock in my mouth but this was a fight for male dominance. Yeah I was the bitch and he would always give me my pleasure by pounding my ass deep but he also loved my ass, if I was too much to handled I would be in control. We continued to look into each others eyes but the amount of effort and lack of oxygen to my brain caused me to slowly black out as I was reaching up to tickle his balls. "Too much cock cocksucker," I heard him say as I blacked out, I could have eased off his cock but that would have been a concession and he was so close to giving up. If only I had been able to reach his balls. I felt like I was about to vomit and this time I did. I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I passed out from it. When I came-to I felt Tyler in my ass but this time I was on my back with my limp legs on ether side of his beefy body. "You came twice faggot looks like you owe me." I couldn't argue with that, I gambled and I lost. He didn't fuck me like before and I could tell he wasn't putting effort into making it feel good for me. He left out the long deep strokes that rubbed my prostate. His jabs were shallow or deep based on where he needed the pressure on his cock. His thrust were very quick and some of them hurt quite a bit. By contrast he wasn't looking at me, his head was straight up and his eyes were closed. He was totally silent save for a few grunts here and there. I was a flesh-light now he was just trying to cum. The first time he fucked me was to make me like it so I would give in and be a faggot. Now he was fucking me the way you fuck a faggot. My own cock was limp and shrunken from having cum (actually 3 times) and recovering from passing out; also, air deprivation is bad for cock size. My mind was turn on by the domination but my body had fully been used up. I loved it but I could feel my sore sloppy asshole opening around his dick, jabs of pain and pleasure. I reached down for my cock to try and get some blood into it so I wouldn't look so small. "Ahhh," he must have started to cum. I had no idea how long he had been fucking me. My guts were numb, I had a hard time feeling his cock jerk and twitch but I knew he was filling me up a second time. When he was done he pulled out and stood above me and just waited. I knew what he wanted so I got on my knees and started sucking my ass off of his cock. That is when your spotlight hit me in the face. ***** "That is where you showed up officer and as you can see my story holds up I told you the truth," Nick points at the cum on the ground in the spot where his best friend had turned him out minutes ago. Tyler was in the back of the police car. "Okay come with me," the cop put handcuffs on Nick and switched him out with Tyler. The cop let Tyler lean on the outside of the car. "Okay power top why don't you tell me your side of the story?" Part 2 NEXT TIME...