12 comments/ 17822 views/ 10 favorites Jodie Ch. 01 By: labrysuk This one is based on a virtual friend I made on Facebook. I never met her unfortunately, but this is how I would like to have met her. There are real-life influences here as well. The chatting up of a girl in a bar and being told she only dates Blacks did happen, as did the fact that I watched her with various Black guys all night with a very painful erection. I've been cheated on by a previous girlfriend by Black guys too (when I was about 17) and her mixed race best girlfriend took great delight in telling me about it. Anyway, onto the story. I'd seen Jodie around a few times. I frequented the same club as her on a Friday and Saturday night. She was gorgeous, young, curvy, shoulder length dark hair, pert tits and an arse to die for. I never thought I was in with a chance, but that didn't stop me from getting an almighty hard on when she danced. Now that's the reason why I thought I never stood a chance. Whenever I saw her dance she was always with a black guy - or more often than not more than one. I'd seen girls like that before, I knew they were generally only interested in black guys, and in my more honest moments I really couldn't blame them. All the guys at the club seemed to be really fit, washboard abs, and to be honest you could see that most of them were packing 'Lyn fords lunchbox'! I wouldn't say I was ugly. I wouldn't say I'm under endowed, but these guys were in a different league. Anyway, one night I got drunk enough to approach Jodie. For once she seemed to be on her own, just standing at the bar drinking. I wandered up to her and as subtly as I could I started sounding her out as to whether she was single or not. She turned to me and looked me up and down. She said, quite bluntly "are you trying to chat me up?" I could feel myself beginning to go red, no-one had ever been quite that blunt, quite that quickly. When I managed to tell her that I was she just said "sorry mate, wrong colour, I only do black guys" Now I could've tried to give her an argument as to why she should try a white guy for once. I could have got offensive and racist as I'd seen other guys do in this situation before (though god knows why...) I didn't do either of those things though. I don't know what got into me, but I said. "yeah, I can understand that, but a white guy's gotta try huh?" Well at least I raised a smile! She told me that was probably the best comeback she'd ever heard, and it must have done the trick because we got chatting. I found out that her name was Jodie, she lived quite locally, and most importantly, she's never been out with a white guy. Not even once. She was single, her last guy had dumped her a couple of days ago, so although she was feeling a bit down about that, she was now determined to enjoy being single and, in her own words, "have a bit of fun with all those gorgeous black guys out there". She eventually started asking me about myself. I told her I was single, in my 30's and living on my own. She asked me if I'd ever 'gone black'. As it happens I have. I've had a couple of black girlfriends, and they were amazing people. I always struggle to chat up black girls somehow though. I find them slightly intimidating. Don't get me wrong, I think that's a good thing, that's one of the things I love about them. In fact I love any woman that has the ability to make me feel a little intimidated or nervous, it just happens that I find that far more often in black girls than in white. Jodie had a very strange expression on her face when I told her that, kind of intrigued, amused, and interested all at once. She then asked me how I felt about her only dating black guys after my experience with black girls. I told once again that I completely understood. That if the guys gave her the same feeling as the girls did to me, I knew exactly how she felt. I also told her that I'd seen the guys she was dancing with previously, and I could see how hot they were. At the time I had no idea why, but she asked me for my number. I gave it to her and waited for her to give me hers. When she didn't I asked why. She told me that she'd give me a call if and when the urge took her, but she wasn't going to have me calling her. I was just about to get flirty and ask " What kind of urge?" When she saw some guys she knew over my shoulder. She waved to them and said "See ya" to me with that cruel look on her face that girls have when they blow you out. Well the night was a blow out. I watched Jodie dance with one guy after another, all black and all well built. She was really going to town on them, either dancing face to face and rubbing herself up against them, or bending over and rubbing her tight little arse against their packages. Shortly before the club closed, I was standing at the bar on my own, drowning my sorrows because I'd failed to pull on yet another Saturday night when Jodie walked past. A black guy on each arm. As she passed by she winked at me, blew me a kiss and giggled. Then she was gone. Don't think I've ever been more turned on by a girl or a situation. Somehow I felt, humiliated, blown out, jealous, and yet what a rush! I'm not ashamed to say it. I went home that night alone, and masturbated furiously. All I could picture in my head was Jody being spit roast by her two black studs. The phone woke me up the next morning. looked at the clock, it was about nine, I must have sunk a lot the previous night! I didn't recognise the number, but when I picked it up I was both surprised and pleased to hear Jodie on the other end. We exchanged early morning pleasantries for a while before she asked me, quite blatantly "so, you wanna hear what I got up to last night?" I must have gone silent, or spluttered because she laughed and told me not to be embarrassed, not after what I'd told her the night before. Before could react, she went on to tell me all about her night, how her two conquests had taken her many times throughout the night and morning, and how she was now covered in cum, both inside and out. Then she blew my mind. She invited me over for breakfast. My cock was almost painfully hard, despite me cumming regularly throughout the night thinking of her, as I croaked "yes". I duly found myself round at Jodie's flat about ten minutes flat later. She opened the door to me in the most amazing t-shirt with "black cock lover " on the front. Without any warning, or even small talk, she dragged me in by my jacket, pushed me against the wall and kissed me. Now I hope anyone reading this understands what I mean by a dominant kiss. There was no hesitation, she ground her mouth against mine, and her tongue demanded entry into my mouth. I could do nothing but let her have her way, My mind was spinning and I almost out of my mind with lust. She broke the kiss and said "can you still taste the cum in my mouth?" Without waiting for an answer she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I've had girlfriends in the past cuckold me, so I kinda knew what was coming next, but Jodie was in a completely different league. She lay back on the bed, and I could see that she had a tiny white thong on underneath her t-shirt. I leaned forward for a closer look (hey I'm still a guy!) and I could see the queen of spades like you get in a pack of cards, printed on the front. This girl really knew how to advertise what she was into! She looked me right in the eye as she wriggled her thong off and spread her legs for me, bending at the knees to give maximum access. She wasn't shaved, just trimmed and that gorgeous black curly hair was soaked. My mouth watered at the thought and a thousand images of her getting pounded by big black cock rushed through my mind. She shook me out of my reverie by saying "Well go on then. You want to eat me don't you". I moved forward until I was in range but got stopped by her pressing her foot gently but very firmly into my crotch and telling me if I was to have the privilege of eating her, the least I could do was strip for her first. I must have got my clothes off in no seconds flat. I could see her giggling at me rushing as I was doing it, but I didn't care. I had to taste this Goddess, especially as I knew she was full of Black cum. When I was naked she paused me again for a moment while she inspected me. She looked intently at my cock (which was as hard as I'd ever known it by then) and gave me the back handed compliment of "not bad for a white guy" before blowing my ego completely by following up with " Nothing compared to what I had last night of course". As she said that she let her legs fall open and finally allowed me access to the place I most desired to be. I slowly kissed my way up her thighs until I got to her soaking wet pussy. I went to town on eating her like never before. I licked her lips, I sucked her lips. I licked her clit, I sucked on her clit like a miniature cock. I stuck my tongue as deep inside her as I could to taste all that lovely cum, then I used that as lubrication to continue licking her most sensitive spots. I was eventually rewarded by giving her what looked like an incredible orgasm. She was sweaty and shaking, and I felt on top of the world being able to give that much pleasure. I learnt that day that Jodie loved keeping me off balance. After giving her so much pleasure she just looked at me and told me to get dressed and leave. I was about to ask why, maybe even to beg her to allow me to stay, but I know my place, and she certainly knew how to put me in it. I got dressed and left the bedroom. As I reached the front door to let myself out she called out to me that she'd call me again next time she needed me. I went from being low and miserable to being on top of the world in a heartbeat when I heard that. Want to hear more? Want to hear about Jodie and I getting together and how she treats me badly, how she still lusts for Black? Let me know... Jodie Ch. 02 I couldn't get Jodie out of my mind that day. being a Sunday I had nothing much to do, so I spent most of my time online - 'theblackcockchurch' etc etc I couldn't concentrate on work during the week either. I'm sure everybody in my office would have had a fit if they had any idea of the insanely erotic images of Jodie being well and truly pounded by a black stud in my head. Thursday I saw Jodie's number on my mobile while I was at work. I didn't dare delay answering, yet I didn't want to have to talk to her in the middle of the office. i answered the phone as I was standing up and getting ready to walk out. As soon as I'd answered she started really bluntly "been thinking about me and that big black cock have you?" I had a raging hard-on before I'd even reached the office door. I just hope no-one noticed! We had a seriously flirtatious chat, I was actually starting to think this Goddess in human form had a thing for me. She asked me if I wanted to go to a different club on Friday night and meet some of her friends. When I asked if they were all like her two friends from the weekend just gone she said "well there'll be a lot of BBC there for sure,but I have a couple of girlfriends I'd like you to meet". I jumped at the chance of course. I duly met her at a pub in town that Saturday night. She was looking stunning. A short, but full mini skirt - the kind you know is just designed for being flicked up to give a glimpse of cheek. She had a matching, almost spray-on, white vest top and clearly no bra. White stilettos' (yes, cliche I know) and big gold hoop earrings completed the look. She looked like an archetypal chav slut, but SO sexy! I must have been very obvious in staring at her, because i heard a voice, that seemed to come out of nowhere, that said "down boy, you're the wrong colour for her". That's when I saw her two friends, who I found out were called Tracey and Beki. Let me try to describe them for you. Tracey was white, about 5'5" overweight, though not hugely so. She had a belly, but she still had curves is probably the best way to describe her. She had curly ginger hair and she was dressed in a denim skirt - about mid thigh length and the lowest cut top I could imagine. I seriously have no idea how it stayed up. If Jodie hadn't been there I could have lost myself in Tracey's cleavage all night. Beki was black (mixed race as I found out later, but much more black than white). She was a little taller than me, and like Tracey, definitely overweight, but she carried it really well. Beki was looking particularly staid compared to Jodie and Tracey, she was wearing a mid calf length dress and what looked like calf length boots. We chatted over a few drinks before heading off to the club. I had no idea why at the time, but there was a definite edge to the conversation, almost as if I was being sized up somehow. as we walked to the club Tracey and Beki walked ahead, and Beki had her arm around Tracey's waist. To me it almost looked possessive -as if Tracey was her girlfriend almost. I was about to ask Jodie about that, but I was lost for words as she slipped her hand into mine. Guys, I'm sure you all know that moment? You know, when she does something that says without words that she's interested in you? Anyway, she used the pressure of her hand on mine to make me lean in close, and she whispered "they know all about what happened between us last weekend you know". I was stunned, but even more so when she continued "Beki is sleeping with both of us - well, there's not much sleep goes on, but you know what I mean" followed by the most wicked grin I've ever seen. Before I had a chance to react we were at the club, and Jodie hurriedly dropped my hand and ran over to the doorman. the guy was a man mountain and as black as coal. She leapt into his arms, gave him a huge kiss and started to whisper in his ear. I could see him looking directly at me as she whispered in his ear. I cringed with what she might be telling him! As soon as she'd finished he smiled at her and told all four of us to "go right in". Inside, the club was hot, dark and sweaty. We were immersed in the sounds of dub and reggae. Looking around I was virtually the only white guy in the place. Seeing me notice that Beki leaned over and said "yeah, it's easy for these two white sluts to pick up in here, it's not so easy for me with my tastes" and then moved away before I could ask her to explain further. Most of the night was a blur. Beki danced almost directly in front of me for most of the night. I was hypnotised by her big arse and her bouncing chest. She was really getting into it, and despite being big, that woman was fit, she wasn't just warm and perspiring, she was dripping with sweat, but that never stopped her. It was a very sexy sight. The only thing preventing me from not being able to tear my eyes off her was Jodie dancing a little way further from me and just the other side of Beki. She had a succession of guys dancing with her and copping a feel. At times she'd turn around and grind her arse against the crotch of the guy she was dancing with. The odd thing is, she spent more time making eye contact with me than she did with her various dance partners. I was certain now that she got off on teasing me. About halfway through the evening Tracey appeared again. I'd lost sight of her, but as with Beki, she was hot and sweaty. She had a guy in tow, way over six foot and covered in gold and dreads. He sat in a booth just behind us and Tracey came up to me. She leant against me so she could shout in my ear above the music. I could feel the heat from her body, I could feel the sweat from her forehead as she leant into me. " I know it turns you on seeing her with other guys. You do know you're only here for our amusement don't you? She won't be going home with you, she'll be going home with a guy - or guys - who can give her a proper fucking". She pulled away, gave me an evil grin and went to sit down next to her guy. Next thing I knew Jodie was next to me, hand in hand with the doorman who had let us in. She introduced us, his name was Errol. Jodie smiled and told me that both her girlfriends knew about me, and so did both of the guys who were with them then. She ushered me into the booth and I sat between Jodie and Tracey. Errol sat on the end of the seat and Beki scooted on round to be next to Tracey's guy (I never did catch his name). I couldn't believe what happened next. Tracey undid the guys flies and pulled out his cock. He was only half hard, but it was still huge. She slowly and lovingly wanked him, half under the table, and half exposed enough for the girls and myself to see what she was doing. I'd already been hypnotised by Beki dancing, I'd had my breath taken away by how sexy and slutty Jodie looked, but this time I really couldn't tear my eyes away. It didn't take long before I could see the signs that he was going to cum. I had no idea how she was going to deal with that. He stiffened, and his cock erupted with ropes of cum. Tracey was obviously an old hand at this, she managed to catch most of his cum in her hand. When he'd finished, he started putting his cock away and Tracey leaned over to speak to me again "I'm taking him home now - he'll be ready again by the time we get there. Shame you won't get to watch or clean me up! Jodie will be taking Errol home. So it looks like you belong to Beki tonight. Poor boy!" As she said poor boy she reached out and stroked my cheek - to emphasize the poor boy I thought, but then her hand continued over my face, over my mouth and nose. The I realised what she'd done, that was the hand that she'd caught his cum in. I now had a face full of a strange guys cum. She held one hand and Jodie reached over and grabbed the other. Both of them making sure I couldn't wipe my face clean. Errol and the other guy were in fits of laughter seeing me like this, but knowing that this is what Jodie wanted somehow made it all alright. She leaned over and told me that I was to obey Beki in everything tonight. If Beki wasn't happy with me, then Jodie would finish seeing me then and there. When she'd told me that, she turned me to face her and kissed me, obviously enjoying the taste of cum on my lips. That was it. Jodie and Tracey swept out of the place, leaving me with Beki. "Come on white boy, we're going home" was all she said. It didn't take long for us to get to Beki's place. The moment we were in the front door she slammed me against the wall and pinned me there with her body. She kissed me aggressively, her tongue demanded entrance to my mouth immediately - and I had no problem allowing it straight in. I was as hard as I've ever been, I loved being treated like that. I could feel her leg between mine, encouraging them apart, again, I complied willingly. The next thing I know she'd brought here knee up, aiming for my balls. Luckily my thighs were still close enough together that her knee missed its target. just. It was still close enough that I fell to my knees though. it was the involuntary wince and the shock combined. It was the right move though. She told me that I'd found my proper place, on my knees in front of her. She moved back to get the right range and then slapped me twice, hard. Once on my left cheek and once on the right. She told me to stay still and open my mouth, and then she proceeded to spit at my face as if it were some kind of game to get it in my mouth. One word followed that. "Strip." I was naked before I had time to think. Jodie had told me to obey this woman, and to be honest, even if she hadn't I would have wanted to obey anyway. I'd never felt so owned, and I loved the feeling. She grabbed hold of my balls and brought me towards her. She didn't say a word, but she lifted one arm up and pulled me towards her armpit. She clearly didn't ever shave because she had a big hairy pit, and it was still dripping with sweat. The thing is though, clean and fresh sweat is really sexy. I didn't have to be told what to do, I leaned forward and kissed it, tasting her sweat as I did so, then I lovingly licked it until I was pushed away and offered the other one. She didn't say a word throughout this, she was just enjoying my oral attention. One more word "feet." She sat down and I removed her boots. After each one came off I kissed her feet, I licked them, I sucked her toes. I was in heaven. When she'd had enough of that I was pushed back by a foot square in my face, not roughly, but it once more showed me my place. Beki stood up, bent over and lifted her dress to her waist. She was wearing no underwear, so I was treated to the site of a beautiful black arse. I kissed each cheek reverentially, then I ran my tongue down the crack, then again, and again. I couldn't get enough of the taste. it tasted of woman and sweat. They should bottle that stuff! I felt her push back, encouraging me, so I pushed my tongue inside her crinkled hole. Slowly at first in case she didn't want it, but the more I entered the more she pushed back. The more she pushed back, the more I entered. Eventually she turned round, and once again, pushed me away. She sat down and studied me. I was standing in front of her, hard-on throbbing and feeling slightly lost because I wasn't being told what to do. Clearly it didn't take long to get me in the mind set of obeying! "You really do get off on being controlled and abused don't you." It was a statement rather than a question, so I just stayed quiet. "So does Jodie you know. You two have a lot in common. In fact I've made her masturbate in front of me many times, so it's time that you two shared something else" I looked at her, dumbly, not quite processing what she'd said. "Wank" We were back to single word instructions, so I knew what to do. Half of me was embarrassed, the other half was just pleased to be attending to my throbbing cock. As I stood there wanking, she teased me with what she thought Jodie would be doing that very moment, and what she'd made her do in the past. Beki must have seen that I was close because she lifted her dress and spread her legs, telling me to cum on her pussy. She gave that instruction just in time! She fixed me with an amused glance when I'd calmed down and said "well white boy, you'd better clean up your mess. I want it spotless down there". Needless to say, i spent a long time cleaning up every last drop of my cum from her beautiful black pussy -I may have gone over it a number of times just to make sure! When she couldn't take my tongue any longer, she took my hand and led me to bed. Nothing sexual happened for the rest of the night, but we had a very interesting chat, where she told me all about her, Tracey, and especially Jodie - and most interesting of all, just where I could fit in with everything. But that's for chapter three!