Ch. 1: A Calling of Sorts
When we got her new boyfriend, “Connor” in the mail, she wasn't home. I was very excited knowing it would be a treat for her but didn't take him (as she called it) out of the package. Connor was an eight-inch long, expanding strap-on for me to wear since I am not very well endowed, to pleasure her. That evening I waited until after dinner and everything was quiet before saying, “Something came in the mail today,” in a controlled tone.
“Oh, really, what is it?” She asked excitedly, even though she knew exactly what it was. I smiled, took her by the hand, and led her to our bedroom. I undressed her and put a blindfold on her, “I don't want you to see yet.”
“Okay,” she agreed, peaking in her excitement. I took the huge black cock out of the packaging for the first time and noted how much bigger it was than I am, I lubed my shaft and slid my little prick into it, fit the straps around my waist, and adjusted the ball splitter. 'This thing is huge!' I thought as I slid it between her legs to dine on her juicy pussy, one of my favorite treats. I knew that I was going to have to make her cum before the big phallus had a chance of fitting. Extending my tongue and pushed through her pretty, pink slot before finding the moistening bottom. She groaned and her hands fell gently down to my hair, stroking and encouraging me. I shuffled in and began to flicker my tongue over her reddening and swelling clit causing her to groan as I made contact and her fingers intertwined with my hair. Sliding down her slot, I pushed into her swiftly heating honey hole and swiveled my tongue inside her tunnel. She breathed out with pleasure and squirmed, “You are so good at that, Dan, God that feels great!” I grunted and continued swabbing her hole with my tongue before sliding up her sopping-wet labia. I had to slide my arms around her thighs when my tongue reached her swollen and spiky little clitty. The foresight paid off well when she began to buck in my arms and scream in pleasure. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she shrieked as the contractions took hold of her.
'Now, you’re ready for Connor!' I thought with no small amount of glee. I fitted my new tool and felt my little dicklet hardening inside the sheath, it felt gargantuan in my hand. Then, I inflated it to make it a little stiffer and began to feed it into her juicy love canal. “How’s that feel?” I asked proudly as I sank it further into her juicy ooze.
“Oh, yeah!” she wailed, “He's stretching me, I can feel it.” Then her speech became garbled, unintelligible. I'd never heard her make sounds like that she was loving the bigger cock. I slowly and carefully began to press inside with it as her sounds got throatier and heartier. She squealed when I brushed her cervix and began to pull back out. I plunged in and out until she went into multiple orgasms with the hollow cock deep inside her. I felt quite satisfied with myself for what I had wrought on her. I then pulled the device off to fuck her with what now seemed my incredibly inadequate little, white clit, pumping in and out for only a few minutes before my stamina was at an end and I blew my load as deep inside her as I could.
She rolled over, went to sleep, and began to snore. I smiled to have satisfied my lady so thoroughly. When I was laying there in the half-light that is when I recalled my size comparison with Connor and that is when my tiny penis got hard for the first time. I began to touch and fondle what I now know as my little dick remembering how small it was to the black member I'd just held in my hand and it was at that point that I began to ooze precum. I was surprised, ashamed, and stopped because my wife was sleeping right next to me, what would she think? Then my dicklet got hard for a second time, and I realized I was erotically wallowing in my inadequacy. I looked so shrimpy compared to the black mamba and imagined what I would look like next to a live black man. Small, white, and weak compared to his big, black, strong member, and I began to ooze precum again.
A few nights later, I was sitting alone and got an urge to see if the rumors about black men’s cock size were true. I fired up my computer and went to the only porn site with which I had any familiarity, Pornhub. I was a little stuck on what to search for so I put in the word ’black’ and chose the category ‘BBC’ from the choices and then chose a video. The screen flashed up with a white woman’s head bouncing up and down on the largest cock I’d ever seen! He was even bigger than the dildo my wife had named Connor.
Now, I’d had the usual experimental foray into a gay lifestyle in college, but that’s about it. I found myself watching his cock as her head bobbed up and down. My head tilted and I thought, 'I’d like to trade places with her!' I was surprised by the thought but didn’t stop watching. As the video went on, she turned over on top of him and inserted his cock into her, in a reverse cowgirl. I watched his dark cock entering and exiting her pretty, pink, little pussy and noticed my stiffening dick. In no time I had my shorts eased down over my hips and my hand roaming furiously up and down on my cock, moments later I was spurting. I cleaned up and saved the site, still hot from what I’d just seen. This became a regular habit, whenever I was alone interracial porn and black cock became a huge obsession, and as the nights went by I thought about it more and more and got the same results each night. She also wanted more and more of Connor and less and less of me, she enjoyed both the length and girth of the huge phallus, and for me between the two experiences, it became complex in that every time I put it on or saw Connor, it would reinforce the inferiority complex I was beginning to nurse.
Sure, she’d give me a hand job or a blowjob to get me off afterward, but it wasn’t the same. The frequency of my little prick inside her beautiful pussy was becoming less and less. I began to have dreams of huge, black cocks penetrating her sweet folds and my mouth over their throbbing heads. I was quite surprised to find that it had turned into a wet dream when I awoke in a pool of cum the next day. I rose, got cleaned up, changed the sheets, laundered the dirty ones as I started my usual mundane crap that takes up my day. 'I obviously like this,' I thought, 'So, what’s the next step?' I researched the phenomenon online and discovered I wasn't alone. I found a chatroom, made up a profile with the username UsableWhiteBoi69, and began to frequent it, but never said a word, I observed.
Black men were picking up white women, women asking others how their cuck husbands liked their new cages, how they liked pegging them. They talked about how huge the black cocks are and how superior they are to the tiny white clitties white bois have. I tended to silently agree with them, I started to think of my cock as a clit as I’d heard now from multiple sources. After all, it was pink, cute, and small compared to the monstrous, black cocks I saw in the videos.
I'd been coming into the room every day for about two weeks when I received a personal message from someone named Miss Take saying, “Hey Sugar! seen you a lot here over the last few weeks, but you never say anything, you shy?”
I stared at the screen trying to contain my panic before responding, “Hi! I'm brand new to this and just gaining my bearings.”
“Oh, a virgin, that's so hot!” she typed back with a winking emoji. “So, what prompted you to come here?”
I held my breath for the next part, “I bought a large black dildo a few weeks ago to please my wife with and, on comparison, I found I came up… wanting."
“Oh! So, you are brand new to this!” she commented, “I take it your wife doesn't know about your little discovery?”
“No, and I don't know I'd ever want her to find out.”
“Aww, it’s not your fault, Hon!” she soothed, “You were born at the shallow end of the gene pool that’s all! Have you tried to do anything yet?”
“I started out watching interracial porn after the dildo and seeing her reaction to it and I tried on some of my wife’s underwear and some of her clothes a little while ago to see how I’d look in them,” I confessed, “They didn’t look quite right.”
“Ooh, very intriguing! There’s a bit of a knack to putting this stuff on!” she giggled, then changed her line of questioning, “So, What do you like to do for fun?”
“I’m pretty boring and quiet, I’m alone a lot and don’t go out much. I find most television boring and unstimulating, I like literature and music, mainly.
“Like listening to and reading?”
“No,” I responded, “More like playing and writing.”
"Oh, you play an instrument and write?”
“I play piano and a bit of guitar,” I responded, to say that I played a bit of an instrument was a bit of an understatement, it was like saying the sun was a bit of a bright object. I had been enrolled in classes as a child and graduated from the program.
“I would love it if you played something for me,” sent with a happy face emoji.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I smiled from behind the screen. “Prepare to be wowed, Chickie-Pooh!” I thought as I set up the equipment. I sent her a voice invitation so my sounds would be carried to her. She accepted and we now had a voice channel open between us. I sat back with my acoustic guitar and played a selection from Pink Floyd, Jimmi Hendrix, and Led Zepplin, I even felt confident enough at the end to play one of the ballads I’d composed years before for piano. At the end of my recital, she clapped and cheered. “Oh, that was incredible, you’re wonderful!” she squealed in delight. “The last one you did on piano was my favorite, but I didn’t recognize it, what’s it called?”
“That’s one I wrote years ago called ‘You Are My Love’,” I responded into the microphone.
“Wow! You wrote that, have you considered joining a band?” she asked in the smokiest, sexiest voice I had ever heard.
“The last one I was with was called Visions of Eight,” I replied with a smile. “We were pretty tight and had a lot of fun, but we never made it big or made any money, it was just for fun.”
“Wow, an accomplished artist!” she beamed, “You said you write too, what do you like to write?”
The question stopped me for a moment. The material that I write is intended for a mature readership, not for kids... I hesitated not knowing what to tell her or how she would react, what would she think? I went over several losing scenarios in my mind.
“You still there, Whiteboi?” she asked after several minutes of my fumbling around.
“Yes,” I said hurriedly, “I’m not entirely sure how to classify what I write.”
“Is it technical?”
“It’s not particularly technical but it is fiction,”
"Is it dirty?” she asked in a low, sultry voice.
She’d hit the nail on the head. I had a collection of filthy stories I had penned to pass the time, “Yes,” I admitted in a whisper.
Far from the reaction I was expecting, she let out a cheer. “Woo hoo! Send me a sample?” she laughed, “I’d love to read some!”
'This broad doesn’t want much, does she?' I thought as I dug around in my computer to find something short and sweet to send her. I chose a five-thousand-word romantic short story I’d written recently. This wouldn’t take her long to read and would give me a bit of a break. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed.
In no more than fifteen minutes, she was back to me. 'Already?' I thought, “Wow, she reads fast!”
“That is so sweet,” she gushed, “Little Whiteboy got a romantic spot,” she teased, “That is precious!” I thanked God, she couldn’t see me as I blushed crimson. “Thank you for sending this to me,” she said with a smile in her voice.
“Y-your-w-welcome,” I stuttered. So, what do you like to do?” I asked, trying to be conventional in an unconventional circumstance.
“Oh, I like reading, and watching TV, the usual sorts of things,” she replied noncommittally, keeping the focus on me. “I’d like to know more about you, what do you do for a living?”
“Well, right now I’m playing houseboi, I’m between jobs at the moment and concentrating on producing more literature but I’m a truck driver.”
“Okay,” she began, “that’s an honorable trade, do it with pride!”
We talked long into the night with her asking me a myriad of questions. Her voice was golden and captivating, and I didn’t want to go, but my head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim. I knew I had to stop for the night. “Well, it’s late, Miss Take, I should be getting to bed, got another long day of taking care of the house tomorrow,”
“Okay,” she responded, "It’s been great getting to know you a little better, UsableWhiteBoi69 are you going to be around tomorrow at about the same time, I’d love to chat with you some more?”
I had to read the sentence three or four times to fully comprehend it, “Yeah, sure!”
“Okay, see you then, Whiteboi! Have a good sleep.”
“Rest easy in the arms of Morpheus when he comes for you, milady,” I returned.
“Aww,” she cooed, “What a sweet way to put it! Talk to you soon, Whiteboi!”
I climbed into bed that night with the other side devoid of the person who had been there beside me all these years. I thought about how friendly Miss Take was toward me and how coldly my wife had been treating me. I lay back on the bed with the laptop on my legs and went back to interracial porn. I found a video, took my little, pink clit out, and slowly began to jerk myself into a frenzy while watching the images on the screen and cumming like a fountain in no time. Putting my fingers into the viscous fluid, I gingerly touched it to my tongue. It wasn’t terrible, so I scooped most of the rest that was all over my crotch and stomach into my mouth, 'Convenient way to get rid of it,' I rationalized.
As I slept, my impression of what Miss Take looked like appeared in my dreams along with my wife. My wife had her back toward me and appeared to be talking to someone while my impression of Miss Take was beckoning me, beseeching me to come with her, I was at a crossroads, and I knew it.
The next evening, I was in the room waiting for her. I wrote as I loitered around, occasionally glancing into the room. I was beginning to lose hope that she would show up. 'I am so stupid,' I thought. 'She was just being kind to me, and I bought it as interested, whutta maroon! Why the hell would a woman like that be interested in a guy like me?” (I tend to lower the boom on myself like a ton of cars.) Then, she appeared, and I immediately got a message. “Sorry, I’m late. I’ve had a real rough day, I’m glad to see that you’re still here, give me a few minutes to get comfortable?”
“Okay,” I typed back and sat back to give her space elated that she had not been just playing with me the evening before.
She returned about ten minutes later, “Hi!” announced that she was back followed by a request to voice-chat. I tapped the button on the keyboard, “Hello again!” she giggled, “May we get on a first-name basis, my name is Virginia,”
Taking a chance while her honeyed voice dripped into my ears like a drug once again, “Hi, Virginia, my name’s Dan, pleased to be on a first-name basis with you!”
“Would you be comfortable telling me what happened to bring you to this point?” I explained the whole sordid ordeal to her as she sat back and listened. "So, you’ve discovered your inferiority to black cock, and it got you off, did it?” she summed up.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“No need to be ashamed, Hon. It’s natural. They are big alpha black men, and you are a small, beta whiteboi, it’s your place in the grand scheme of things. I sat and contemplated this for a few minutes, “Do you feel you’re ready to meet someone who can help you with that?”
“What do you mean?”
“I would love to help you along in your exploration, I get such a kick out of it!”
“Out of what?”
“Introducing new white bois to the scene, Whiteboi!” she giggled, affirming that she would use my nickname over my real name.
My temperature shot up a few degrees, “Oh, my curiosity is now thoroughly piqued."
“Would you be interested?” she asked coyly.
I thought for a moment about her proposition, “How would we do this? Would it be online?”
“Maybe, some of... I prefer to host at my home.”
This struck me, “At your home, huh, sight unseen and all?” Dozens of nightmare scenarios began to flood my head, most ending up with me in a tub of ice missing kidneys or other vital body parts.
She laughed. “Well, first, have you got a picture to exchange with me? That'll start the ball rolling.”
“I have a few in here.”
“Send one to me via the site email and I'll send one back.”
“Okay, just a moment,” I replied and dashed off to ready the transfer. My email dinged just seconds after I sent mine. I opened it up to find that she had gorgeous golden-brown skin, big, liquid black eyes, long, permed, raven black hair, and a beautiful chest. She was wearing long, dangly earrings, a gorgeous smile, and a beautiful deep blue dress that accentuated all of her magnificent curves, I was stunned.
"You are cute, Whiteboi, your wife's a lucky girl!” I heard through my speakers.
“Your pic is gorgeous, Virginia,” I replied. Not knowing what else to say and now blushing furiously at her compliments I was again relieved that she could not see the glow encompassing my face.
“You like that?”
“Oh yes, very much so, Virginia, WOW!!” I said with true admiration.
“You're sweet,” she smiled, “So, as we were discussing yesterday, you're new at this, do you have any idea what you're looking for?”
“I enjoy humiliation, the idea of that big black cock being much bigger than I am made me leak!” I confessed.
She giggled on the other end of the line, “That's natural, Whiteboi. It means you're ready for the next step,” she mentioned, now adopting my nickname permanently. “But, other than that, you don't have any idea? There are lots of ways to go, and you can mix and match, I'd like to get to know you a lot better, Whiteboy,” she purred into the speakers.
This shocked me a little bit because that's something I've so rarely heard that it took a minute to percolate. “You would?” I asked with a certain amount of disbelief.
“Yes, I certainly would,” she said with conviction. “Now that you've started on your journey, I want to help you along.”
“May I think about it?” I asked, not understanding what I was doing.
“Of course, Sugar. There’s no time limit,” she giggled, “You let me know what you’re comfortable with, okay?”
"Thank you, Virginia!” I beamed, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off me. “Well, it’s late again, and I need to catch a few winks, chat with you tomorrow?”
“Wouldn’t miss it, Sug!”
I had the same contorted dreams as I’d had the night before. Both Virginia and my wife were involved. One had a hold of each arm and was pulling me in different directions. I awoke with a start in the morning but there was no harm done. I went about my day thinking about what Virginia had said. I was very curious as to what she meant and what kind of journey she’d help me on. I made up my mind to enquire that evening when we were back in front of our computers.
I popped into the chat room that evening and had a text message almost waiting for me, “Hey, Sweetie, good to see you!”
I switched on the mic setup to send an invitation to her to voice chat again. The response was almost immediate. “Hi, Virginia!” I smiled as the connection solidified. Then the invitation to cam with her popped onto my screen. I hesitantly pressed for connection and her image popped up on my screen.
“You’re even cuter on cam than you were in your pic, Whiteboi!” she bubbled as her image appeared on my screen, I blushed at her compliment, “Aww, and your blush is so cute!” I blushed even harder, and she giggled at me in my predicament. “Did you think about what we were discussing last night?” she asked.
I thought about this for a few minutes knowing I'd have to conceal all of this from my wife, I asked in a trepidacious voice, “How do we go about it?” My apprehension seemed to encourage her, “There's a coffee shop on Fourth, 'The First Cup' Do you know where it is?”
“I think I can find it,” I knew the place it was only a few blocks from our house.
“Great, I’ll meet you there in about an hour-ish?”
“Sounds great, I hope you’re not disappointed,” I shut off the camera and ran in to have a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in some fresh clothes. I was excited and looking forward to this. It was the first time I’d been out of the house in weeks and the first ‘date’ I’d been on in months. I slowed down when I thought about my wife and how cold she had been to me lately. 'What would it hurt, meeting this woman?' I thought as I headed off to get ready.
Truth is no amount of preparation could have prepared me for the odyssey I was about to embark on.
When we got her new boyfriend, “Connor” in the mail, she wasn't home. I was very excited knowing it would be a treat for her but didn't take him (as she called it) out of the package. Connor was an eight-inch long, expanding strap-on for me to wear since I am not very well endowed, to pleasure her. That evening I waited until after dinner and everything was quiet before saying, “Something came in the mail today,” in a controlled tone.
“Oh, really, what is it?” She asked excitedly, even though she knew exactly what it was. I smiled, took her by the hand, and led her to our bedroom. I undressed her and put a blindfold on her, “I don't want you to see yet.”
“Okay,” she agreed, peaking in her excitement. I took the huge black cock out of the packaging for the first time and noted how much bigger it was than I am, I lubed my shaft and slid my little prick into it, fit the straps around my waist, and adjusted the ball splitter. 'This thing is huge!' I thought as I slid it between her legs to dine on her juicy pussy, one of my favorite treats. I knew that I was going to have to make her cum before the big phallus had a chance of fitting. Extending my tongue and pushed through her pretty, pink slot before finding the moistening bottom. She groaned and her hands fell gently down to my hair, stroking and encouraging me. I shuffled in and began to flicker my tongue over her reddening and swelling clit causing her to groan as I made contact and her fingers intertwined with my hair. Sliding down her slot, I pushed into her swiftly heating honey hole and swiveled my tongue inside her tunnel. She breathed out with pleasure and squirmed, “You are so good at that, Dan, God that feels great!” I grunted and continued swabbing her hole with my tongue before sliding up her sopping-wet labia. I had to slide my arms around her thighs when my tongue reached her swollen and spiky little clitty. The foresight paid off well when she began to buck in my arms and scream in pleasure. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she shrieked as the contractions took hold of her.
'Now, you’re ready for Connor!' I thought with no small amount of glee. I fitted my new tool and felt my little dicklet hardening inside the sheath, it felt gargantuan in my hand. Then, I inflated it to make it a little stiffer and began to feed it into her juicy love canal. “How’s that feel?” I asked proudly as I sank it further into her juicy ooze.
“Oh, yeah!” she wailed, “He's stretching me, I can feel it.” Then her speech became garbled, unintelligible. I'd never heard her make sounds like that she was loving the bigger cock. I slowly and carefully began to press inside with it as her sounds got throatier and heartier. She squealed when I brushed her cervix and began to pull back out. I plunged in and out until she went into multiple orgasms with the hollow cock deep inside her. I felt quite satisfied with myself for what I had wrought on her. I then pulled the device off to fuck her with what now seemed my incredibly inadequate little, white clit, pumping in and out for only a few minutes before my stamina was at an end and I blew my load as deep inside her as I could.
She rolled over, went to sleep, and began to snore. I smiled to have satisfied my lady so thoroughly. When I was laying there in the half-light that is when I recalled my size comparison with Connor and that is when my tiny penis got hard for the first time. I began to touch and fondle what I now know as my little dick remembering how small it was to the black member I'd just held in my hand and it was at that point that I began to ooze precum. I was surprised, ashamed, and stopped because my wife was sleeping right next to me, what would she think? Then my dicklet got hard for a second time, and I realized I was erotically wallowing in my inadequacy. I looked so shrimpy compared to the black mamba and imagined what I would look like next to a live black man. Small, white, and weak compared to his big, black, strong member, and I began to ooze precum again.
A few nights later, I was sitting alone and got an urge to see if the rumors about black men’s cock size were true. I fired up my computer and went to the only porn site with which I had any familiarity, Pornhub. I was a little stuck on what to search for so I put in the word ’black’ and chose the category ‘BBC’ from the choices and then chose a video. The screen flashed up with a white woman’s head bouncing up and down on the largest cock I’d ever seen! He was even bigger than the dildo my wife had named Connor.
Now, I’d had the usual experimental foray into a gay lifestyle in college, but that’s about it. I found myself watching his cock as her head bobbed up and down. My head tilted and I thought, 'I’d like to trade places with her!' I was surprised by the thought but didn’t stop watching. As the video went on, she turned over on top of him and inserted his cock into her, in a reverse cowgirl. I watched his dark cock entering and exiting her pretty, pink, little pussy and noticed my stiffening dick. In no time I had my shorts eased down over my hips and my hand roaming furiously up and down on my cock, moments later I was spurting. I cleaned up and saved the site, still hot from what I’d just seen. This became a regular habit, whenever I was alone interracial porn and black cock became a huge obsession, and as the nights went by I thought about it more and more and got the same results each night. She also wanted more and more of Connor and less and less of me, she enjoyed both the length and girth of the huge phallus, and for me between the two experiences, it became complex in that every time I put it on or saw Connor, it would reinforce the inferiority complex I was beginning to nurse.
Sure, she’d give me a hand job or a blowjob to get me off afterward, but it wasn’t the same. The frequency of my little prick inside her beautiful pussy was becoming less and less. I began to have dreams of huge, black cocks penetrating her sweet folds and my mouth over their throbbing heads. I was quite surprised to find that it had turned into a wet dream when I awoke in a pool of cum the next day. I rose, got cleaned up, changed the sheets, laundered the dirty ones as I started my usual mundane crap that takes up my day. 'I obviously like this,' I thought, 'So, what’s the next step?' I researched the phenomenon online and discovered I wasn't alone. I found a chatroom, made up a profile with the username UsableWhiteBoi69, and began to frequent it, but never said a word, I observed.
Black men were picking up white women, women asking others how their cuck husbands liked their new cages, how they liked pegging them. They talked about how huge the black cocks are and how superior they are to the tiny white clitties white bois have. I tended to silently agree with them, I started to think of my cock as a clit as I’d heard now from multiple sources. After all, it was pink, cute, and small compared to the monstrous, black cocks I saw in the videos.
I'd been coming into the room every day for about two weeks when I received a personal message from someone named Miss Take saying, “Hey Sugar! seen you a lot here over the last few weeks, but you never say anything, you shy?”
I stared at the screen trying to contain my panic before responding, “Hi! I'm brand new to this and just gaining my bearings.”
“Oh, a virgin, that's so hot!” she typed back with a winking emoji. “So, what prompted you to come here?”
I held my breath for the next part, “I bought a large black dildo a few weeks ago to please my wife with and, on comparison, I found I came up… wanting."
“Oh! So, you are brand new to this!” she commented, “I take it your wife doesn't know about your little discovery?”
“No, and I don't know I'd ever want her to find out.”
“Aww, it’s not your fault, Hon!” she soothed, “You were born at the shallow end of the gene pool that’s all! Have you tried to do anything yet?”
“I started out watching interracial porn after the dildo and seeing her reaction to it and I tried on some of my wife’s underwear and some of her clothes a little while ago to see how I’d look in them,” I confessed, “They didn’t look quite right.”
“Ooh, very intriguing! There’s a bit of a knack to putting this stuff on!” she giggled, then changed her line of questioning, “So, What do you like to do for fun?”
“I’m pretty boring and quiet, I’m alone a lot and don’t go out much. I find most television boring and unstimulating, I like literature and music, mainly.
“Like listening to and reading?”
“No,” I responded, “More like playing and writing.”
"Oh, you play an instrument and write?”
“I play piano and a bit of guitar,” I responded, to say that I played a bit of an instrument was a bit of an understatement, it was like saying the sun was a bit of a bright object. I had been enrolled in classes as a child and graduated from the program.
“I would love it if you played something for me,” sent with a happy face emoji.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I smiled from behind the screen. “Prepare to be wowed, Chickie-Pooh!” I thought as I set up the equipment. I sent her a voice invitation so my sounds would be carried to her. She accepted and we now had a voice channel open between us. I sat back with my acoustic guitar and played a selection from Pink Floyd, Jimmi Hendrix, and Led Zepplin, I even felt confident enough at the end to play one of the ballads I’d composed years before for piano. At the end of my recital, she clapped and cheered. “Oh, that was incredible, you’re wonderful!” she squealed in delight. “The last one you did on piano was my favorite, but I didn’t recognize it, what’s it called?”
“That’s one I wrote years ago called ‘You Are My Love’,” I responded into the microphone.
“Wow! You wrote that, have you considered joining a band?” she asked in the smokiest, sexiest voice I had ever heard.
“The last one I was with was called Visions of Eight,” I replied with a smile. “We were pretty tight and had a lot of fun, but we never made it big or made any money, it was just for fun.”
“Wow, an accomplished artist!” she beamed, “You said you write too, what do you like to write?”
The question stopped me for a moment. The material that I write is intended for a mature readership, not for kids... I hesitated not knowing what to tell her or how she would react, what would she think? I went over several losing scenarios in my mind.
“You still there, Whiteboi?” she asked after several minutes of my fumbling around.
“Yes,” I said hurriedly, “I’m not entirely sure how to classify what I write.”
“Is it technical?”
“It’s not particularly technical but it is fiction,”
"Is it dirty?” she asked in a low, sultry voice.
She’d hit the nail on the head. I had a collection of filthy stories I had penned to pass the time, “Yes,” I admitted in a whisper.
Far from the reaction I was expecting, she let out a cheer. “Woo hoo! Send me a sample?” she laughed, “I’d love to read some!”
'This broad doesn’t want much, does she?' I thought as I dug around in my computer to find something short and sweet to send her. I chose a five-thousand-word romantic short story I’d written recently. This wouldn’t take her long to read and would give me a bit of a break. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed.
In no more than fifteen minutes, she was back to me. 'Already?' I thought, “Wow, she reads fast!”
“That is so sweet,” she gushed, “Little Whiteboy got a romantic spot,” she teased, “That is precious!” I thanked God, she couldn’t see me as I blushed crimson. “Thank you for sending this to me,” she said with a smile in her voice.
“Y-your-w-welcome,” I stuttered. So, what do you like to do?” I asked, trying to be conventional in an unconventional circumstance.
“Oh, I like reading, and watching TV, the usual sorts of things,” she replied noncommittally, keeping the focus on me. “I’d like to know more about you, what do you do for a living?”
“Well, right now I’m playing houseboi, I’m between jobs at the moment and concentrating on producing more literature but I’m a truck driver.”
“Okay,” she began, “that’s an honorable trade, do it with pride!”
We talked long into the night with her asking me a myriad of questions. Her voice was golden and captivating, and I didn’t want to go, but my head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim. I knew I had to stop for the night. “Well, it’s late, Miss Take, I should be getting to bed, got another long day of taking care of the house tomorrow,”
“Okay,” she responded, "It’s been great getting to know you a little better, UsableWhiteBoi69 are you going to be around tomorrow at about the same time, I’d love to chat with you some more?”
I had to read the sentence three or four times to fully comprehend it, “Yeah, sure!”
“Okay, see you then, Whiteboi! Have a good sleep.”
“Rest easy in the arms of Morpheus when he comes for you, milady,” I returned.
“Aww,” she cooed, “What a sweet way to put it! Talk to you soon, Whiteboi!”
I climbed into bed that night with the other side devoid of the person who had been there beside me all these years. I thought about how friendly Miss Take was toward me and how coldly my wife had been treating me. I lay back on the bed with the laptop on my legs and went back to interracial porn. I found a video, took my little, pink clit out, and slowly began to jerk myself into a frenzy while watching the images on the screen and cumming like a fountain in no time. Putting my fingers into the viscous fluid, I gingerly touched it to my tongue. It wasn’t terrible, so I scooped most of the rest that was all over my crotch and stomach into my mouth, 'Convenient way to get rid of it,' I rationalized.
As I slept, my impression of what Miss Take looked like appeared in my dreams along with my wife. My wife had her back toward me and appeared to be talking to someone while my impression of Miss Take was beckoning me, beseeching me to come with her, I was at a crossroads, and I knew it.
The next evening, I was in the room waiting for her. I wrote as I loitered around, occasionally glancing into the room. I was beginning to lose hope that she would show up. 'I am so stupid,' I thought. 'She was just being kind to me, and I bought it as interested, whutta maroon! Why the hell would a woman like that be interested in a guy like me?” (I tend to lower the boom on myself like a ton of cars.) Then, she appeared, and I immediately got a message. “Sorry, I’m late. I’ve had a real rough day, I’m glad to see that you’re still here, give me a few minutes to get comfortable?”
“Okay,” I typed back and sat back to give her space elated that she had not been just playing with me the evening before.
She returned about ten minutes later, “Hi!” announced that she was back followed by a request to voice-chat. I tapped the button on the keyboard, “Hello again!” she giggled, “May we get on a first-name basis, my name is Virginia,”
Taking a chance while her honeyed voice dripped into my ears like a drug once again, “Hi, Virginia, my name’s Dan, pleased to be on a first-name basis with you!”
“Would you be comfortable telling me what happened to bring you to this point?” I explained the whole sordid ordeal to her as she sat back and listened. "So, you’ve discovered your inferiority to black cock, and it got you off, did it?” she summed up.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“No need to be ashamed, Hon. It’s natural. They are big alpha black men, and you are a small, beta whiteboi, it’s your place in the grand scheme of things. I sat and contemplated this for a few minutes, “Do you feel you’re ready to meet someone who can help you with that?”
“What do you mean?”
“I would love to help you along in your exploration, I get such a kick out of it!”
“Out of what?”
“Introducing new white bois to the scene, Whiteboi!” she giggled, affirming that she would use my nickname over my real name.
My temperature shot up a few degrees, “Oh, my curiosity is now thoroughly piqued."
“Would you be interested?” she asked coyly.
I thought for a moment about her proposition, “How would we do this? Would it be online?”
“Maybe, some of... I prefer to host at my home.”
This struck me, “At your home, huh, sight unseen and all?” Dozens of nightmare scenarios began to flood my head, most ending up with me in a tub of ice missing kidneys or other vital body parts.
She laughed. “Well, first, have you got a picture to exchange with me? That'll start the ball rolling.”
“I have a few in here.”
“Send one to me via the site email and I'll send one back.”
“Okay, just a moment,” I replied and dashed off to ready the transfer. My email dinged just seconds after I sent mine. I opened it up to find that she had gorgeous golden-brown skin, big, liquid black eyes, long, permed, raven black hair, and a beautiful chest. She was wearing long, dangly earrings, a gorgeous smile, and a beautiful deep blue dress that accentuated all of her magnificent curves, I was stunned.
"You are cute, Whiteboi, your wife's a lucky girl!” I heard through my speakers.
“Your pic is gorgeous, Virginia,” I replied. Not knowing what else to say and now blushing furiously at her compliments I was again relieved that she could not see the glow encompassing my face.
“You like that?”
“Oh yes, very much so, Virginia, WOW!!” I said with true admiration.
“You're sweet,” she smiled, “So, as we were discussing yesterday, you're new at this, do you have any idea what you're looking for?”
“I enjoy humiliation, the idea of that big black cock being much bigger than I am made me leak!” I confessed.
She giggled on the other end of the line, “That's natural, Whiteboi. It means you're ready for the next step,” she mentioned, now adopting my nickname permanently. “But, other than that, you don't have any idea? There are lots of ways to go, and you can mix and match, I'd like to get to know you a lot better, Whiteboy,” she purred into the speakers.
This shocked me a little bit because that's something I've so rarely heard that it took a minute to percolate. “You would?” I asked with a certain amount of disbelief.
“Yes, I certainly would,” she said with conviction. “Now that you've started on your journey, I want to help you along.”
“May I think about it?” I asked, not understanding what I was doing.
“Of course, Sugar. There’s no time limit,” she giggled, “You let me know what you’re comfortable with, okay?”
"Thank you, Virginia!” I beamed, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off me. “Well, it’s late again, and I need to catch a few winks, chat with you tomorrow?”
“Wouldn’t miss it, Sug!”
I had the same contorted dreams as I’d had the night before. Both Virginia and my wife were involved. One had a hold of each arm and was pulling me in different directions. I awoke with a start in the morning but there was no harm done. I went about my day thinking about what Virginia had said. I was very curious as to what she meant and what kind of journey she’d help me on. I made up my mind to enquire that evening when we were back in front of our computers.
I popped into the chat room that evening and had a text message almost waiting for me, “Hey, Sweetie, good to see you!”
I switched on the mic setup to send an invitation to her to voice chat again. The response was almost immediate. “Hi, Virginia!” I smiled as the connection solidified. Then the invitation to cam with her popped onto my screen. I hesitantly pressed for connection and her image popped up on my screen.
“You’re even cuter on cam than you were in your pic, Whiteboi!” she bubbled as her image appeared on my screen, I blushed at her compliment, “Aww, and your blush is so cute!” I blushed even harder, and she giggled at me in my predicament. “Did you think about what we were discussing last night?” she asked.
I thought about this for a few minutes knowing I'd have to conceal all of this from my wife, I asked in a trepidacious voice, “How do we go about it?” My apprehension seemed to encourage her, “There's a coffee shop on Fourth, 'The First Cup' Do you know where it is?”
“I think I can find it,” I knew the place it was only a few blocks from our house.
“Great, I’ll meet you there in about an hour-ish?”
“Sounds great, I hope you’re not disappointed,” I shut off the camera and ran in to have a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in some fresh clothes. I was excited and looking forward to this. It was the first time I’d been out of the house in weeks and the first ‘date’ I’d been on in months. I slowed down when I thought about my wife and how cold she had been to me lately. 'What would it hurt, meeting this woman?' I thought as I headed off to get ready.
Truth is no amount of preparation could have prepared me for the odyssey I was about to embark on.
