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STORY I will never forget the day that black bastard stole the
love of my life and, to make matters worse, made sure I'd never be able to forget
her betrayal.
It happened our sophmore year of college when we were both naive
20-year-olds. I had been dating Jeanie since high school...we had been high school
sweethearts, each other's first and only love. I'd finally popped the question
before we left for college. Jeanie was going to a private college while I was
going to the nearby public university. Since we both wanted to graduate first,
we decided to wait to get married, which was even harder because Jeanie had made
a vow to save herself for marriage. She refused to let me in her pants no matter
how hard I tried, and so we both remained virgins until our wedding night. Full
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I
was painting Misty's toe nails a bright red color as I kneeled in front of her.
She was lounging on the sofa watching T.V. I knew she was excited. It was her
first date with Chris. They had met at one of my work's office parties. One of
her favorite things to do was humiliate me in front of my friends and family.
The people I worked with were a close third. So I knew when she saw the tall,
very dark, and handsome man that she would zero right in on them. The worst part
was that he was one of my closer friends at work. A few drinks later and she was
sitting on his lap. Bright red doesn't describe the color of my face as I watched
him fondle my fiancee in front of everyone. It got worse when they left together
and returned a half hour later with her makeup and hair fussed. After, she had
me write down our phone number. He thanked her for a great blowjob. The whole
table heard. Now here I was, buck naked getting my wife ready for her date with
him. My peenie weenie, that's what I have to call it, was sticking straight up
as usual.
It wasn't always this way. I'm actually nice looking with an average
penis size. I used to think it was quite the weapon. Played sports in school,
got my share of action, and was a pretty confident guy. That is until I met my
Misty. Her long brown hair, perfect medium size tits, and gorgeous plump rear
hooked me from the start. She had that look that made very guy immediately fall
for her. Sultry, confident and she knew it. She was always condescending but could
be really sweet too in a patronizing way. Our courtship was always one sided though.
I paid for everything and was basically at her beck and call. If I didn't answer
her calls on the first ring I got a firm reprimand. She treated me like a kid
in a lot of ways, scolding me and telling me how things were going to be. After
a date she would let me peck her on the check and that was all. I was so horny
for her I couldn't sleep most nights.
Her dress was always very provocative
and always included short skirts and heels. I would lay awake long sleepless nights
jacking off thinking about her curvy tight body. Often she would flirt with guys
right in front of me and if I dared say anything, she would pinch me very hard.
After about a month she started letting me come in her house with her at the end
of the date. I knew something was up when she referred to me as her white boy
in front of her roommates.
The first time she let me in her room I was
so excited I almost came in my pants. She had me sit on the edge of her bed as
she slowly stripped down to a black thong and matching bra, with her four inch
high platform heels on. She wiggled her unbelievably sexy large rump in my face.
When I went to grab it she slapped my hand away. Than with a sarcastic grin on
her face she told me to strip as she lay back on the bed. I raced out of my clothes
and stood in front of her with the biggest hardon of my life. It was finally here
and I was dying with lust. Than it happened.......... She looked down to my dick
and started laughing.
"Oh my, is that it?" she mocked. "Its
so little and pink, I knew white boys were little............................................................
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