Black Curiosity - Censored!

by Melissa Dubban

  “Sorry, Brian, but I think I’m going to take this,” Penny whispered teasingly, pointing at the toy.

  He watched helplessly as Penny straddled across his body, her tits brushing against the tip of his cock as Crystal pushed the toy in and out of her and slapped her ass. “Yeah, take it, Penny. Look at my boyfriend’s pathetic little boy cock. Tell me, would you ever want to have that in you?”

  “NO!” she panted. “NO! I only want you. Fuck me! Fuck me! GAWD I’M GONNA CUM!!” Brian watched as the blonde from the mall came once again. With each orgasm the women enjoyed with each other, Brian felt smaller and smaller and smaller. Little did he know that his girlfriend wasn’t nearly done with him. Not by a long shot.

  *******

  “Thanks for a wild evening,” Penny smirked as she gave Crystal one last peck on the lips.

  “You’re welcome. Thanks for going along with things,” Crystal whispered.

  “It was different, that’s for sure.” Penny looked back at the closed bedroom door, “Your poor boyfriend probably doesn’t know what to think right now. Are you sure that was his fantasy?”

  “Oh, definitely,” the stripper reassured her. “He likes kinky stuff like that.”

  “So, when are you going to tell him I’m really a lesbian and that I was really checking you out at the store?”

  Crystal leaned over and spoke softly in the girl’s ear, “Never.”

  Brian’s training continues

  The teenager sat in his car watching the leaves of Autumn fall chaotically across the hood. His cell phone was pressed up against his ear and he was listening to Crystal’s voice compete with the music from his stereo.

  “I’ve got class tonight,” he excused himself.

  “Yeah, in three hours. Don’t forget I know your class schedule.”

  Brian said nothing.

  “Are you still upset about me sleeping with Maurice?”

  “It was our anniversary night!” he blurted out.

  “Brian, just get your ass over here. I promise Maurice will not be over here. Besides, I’ve got you a present to make you feel better.” Crystal seemed almost apologetic – certainly less bossy than she had been in the past. Of course that was how she did things: suck him in and then spit him out. And of course Brian fell for it each time.

  “Really?”

  “Really. I made it myself.”

  Was it a trap? Did it matter? He wasn’t sure but the thought of seeing his girlfriend naked again was certainly a motivator. He tried not to think about the humiliation he would probably suffer at her hands. “Uh… Okay, I’ll come over in a little bit.”

  “Come over now.” Her words were terse.

  On the drive he thought about the last several months. Despite the crazy sexual escapades he had witnessed his status as a virgin still remained. According to his friends, Brian was the biggest stud to walk amongst them, but he personally knew otherwise. Out in public the couple would go to the movies, eat at nice restaurants, shop together, and Crystal made sure to hang off Brian’s arm at every moment. But when it was time to go back to her apartment, however, all semblance of normalcy vanished.

  ‘Normal’ meant being cuffed to the blonde stripper’s bed for an hour while his girlfriend teased him mercilessly. Crystal would masturbate in front of him with black dildos, watch interracial movies, or occasionally have sex with her black lover Maurice. And it wasn’t just about his girlfriend sleeping with other men. No, she had to insult him over and over again while she did him. Nicknames like “finger dick”, “worthless white boy”, and “jerk off” were commonly spouting from their mouths between their orgasmic shouts. His own sexual contact was relegated to hand jobs and –if he was a good boy- an occasional licking of her shaved mound. Maybe he just wasn’t going to have a normal sex life? The thought depressed him and made the ride over to Crystal’s place that much longer.

  When he arrived there was a note on the front door: BRIAN COME IN. He walked in to see his girlfriend’s blonde hair swaying as she bobbed on a long black cock. The cock was of course attached to a black stranger (a new one) that was naked from head to toe. His dread locks hung wildly from his head and his skin was like dark chocolate, encapsulating a sexy muscular frame that put Brian’s pasty teenage body to shame.

  Crystal looked over and smiled, “Hi honey! Come in! This is Francis. Francis, meet my boyfriend Brian.”

  “Hey man, how’s it goin’?” Francis nodded at him with a smirk on his face.

  “Hey,” Brian nodded back, trying not to look him in the eyes. The whole thing felt incredibly awkward- far worse than the last time.

  “See? I told you he’d be okay with you being over here,” Crystal smiled up at her Nubian lover, her white hands still sliding along his shaft slowly and methodically. His dick glistened with her saliva, highlighting every ridge on his impressive member.

  “So…” Brian started uncomfortably, “Did you want me to stay or go or what?”

  “What do you want to do, my sweet, understanding boyfriend?” she asked him back. Her eyes were fixed on Brian’s as he stood there in a state of confusion. Her tongue snaked along Francis’ chocolate pole while she waited for his response.

  “I… don’t… know,” he murmured under his breath.

  “Why don’t you go home and think about it then, sweetie. I’m sure Francis and I will be done by tomorrow. Maybe,” she giggled as she went back to sucking his monstrous cock into her mouth. Her fingers were shoved into a pair of her white panties that read BLACK COCK SLUT as she masturbated on her knees.

  Brian turned slowly to go when Crystal called out to him, “Oh honey, you forgot your gift! It is over on the table. I’d give you a kiss goodbye but I am a little busy right now.” The teenager looked over and saw a pink gift bag with a little ribbon sticking out of it. There was a card in a pink envelope that he opened up quickly. The front of the card had a well built black man’s torso with a white woman’s hands reaching from behind. It read CAN YOU FIND YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN THIS PICTURE?

  Opening the glossy card he found a handwritten note, “HAPPY SIX MONTH ANNIVERSARY, BRIAN! THIS IS FOR YOU. I WANT YOU TO WATCH IT OVER AND OVER AND JACK OFF. TOP OFF THIS BAG WITH YOUR CUM FILLED TISSUES AND RETURN IT TO ME. AND I’LL GIVE YOU A MERCY FUCK WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LOVE, CRYSTAL”

  Looking in the bag he found several CD jewel cases with hearts drawn on them. After hesitating for a moment he grabbed the bag and quickly walked out to the slobbering sounds of a blow job and Francis laughing.

  His car was still warm – Brian hadn’t been in her apartment very long. He just sat there staring at the dashboard as the wipers pushed off the mist of fall rain that had started to accumulate on the window. He drove home slowly as traffic backed up along the local route and he found himself glancing over at the gift bag frequently.

  ******

  Brian sat on the edge of the bed while Crystal rode Francis’ dark coffee rod. On her nightstand sat the gift bag, filled with soiled tissue papers and weeks worth of his ejaculate. When asked he told her honestly that there wasn’t a day that went by that he wasn’t thinking about black men fucking white women. His reward? Well, that hadn’t been presented to him yet. But Crystal was nice enough to let him watch up close while Francis fucked her and even allowed him to beat off while he observed.

  The young man watched his girlfriend howling in sexual delight again and was so turned on knowing how hard she was getting it. It wasn’t that long ago he had hoped his own male member would be inside his girlfriend’s wetness but it was slowly dawning on Brian that he would be a virgin forever. Part of him was saddened by that possibility while the other part, the growing part, was happy that he realized his full sexual potential and that he had a woman who was willing to share all this with him. He really did love her. Forfeiting his girlfriend’s pussy to a superior black man was the right thing to do, and he was sure that Crystal would reward him. Somehow.

  Part VII - Crystal’s Coaxing

  Part of the
Family

  Crystal had completely wrapped Brian around her little finger. She chose the classes he took, the college he attended, the clothes he wore, the friends he hung out with. And the sex… For almost eight months Brian pathetically followed every one of her instructions. Brian had told her that he desperately wanted to lose his virginity before he turned nineteen and she was bound and determined to keep it from happening; perhaps indefinitely.

  As for her ‘boyfriend’s’ family, she had successfully managed to avoid seeing his father. But her concerns over seeing his mom and sister were quelled when Crystal realized they had no idea who she was or what she did for a living. That first meeting at the family picnic really defined the broken family and solidified what the twenty-four year old was going to be able to get away with.

  Brian’s father, Jonathan Kinsley, was absent from that event and from most of his family’s lives. After the divorce, his dad moved into the city and managed to see his son and daughter once a week for lunch and mostly on the weekends. Once Crystal came on the scene, however, she made sure to cut into as much of that father-son time as much as possible.

  Alice Kinsley was a moderately attractive but lonely woman who liked to gossip. She certainly didn’t have Crystal’s body but few women really did. They spoke during the picnic for a good half hour and the stripper found Alice opening up to her the more drinks she got in her. Three glasses of wine and Crystal discovered that the woman hadn’t had a date (or even sex) in well over a year.

  “Please don’t tell anyone I told you that!” she whispered.

  Crystal patted her on the shoulder, “I won’t, I promise.”

  She was virtually ignored by her teenage kids who would rather spend their time out with friends than with her. It made her feel unappreciated on top of being bored. This was a woman whose whole life revolved around her family and now found herself in solitude. Crystal almost felt sorry for her and the things she was planning on doing.

  As much as Alice liked to talk about the neighborhood dirt, her daughter Sarah liked to dig for it. She was a snoop and Crystal was very careful with the lies she told to Brian’s family. Careful enough it seemed that Sarah was less suspicious and actually warmed up to her by their next meeting.

  “So you don’t mind me dating your brother?” Crystal asked her.

  “Mind?” Sarah answered, “No. Surprised? Yes. Hell, our dad is freaking relieved that his son isn’t gay!”

  “Why would he worry about that?”

  “Oh, he isn’t really worried about Brian being gay. I was just exaggerating. But he is really big on carrying on the Kinsley name and he was getting worried that the girls found his son unattractive. He didn’t have a girlfriend in High School at all. Hell, my dad even told me I couldn’t change my last name when I got married. Apparently I’m his back-up in case Brian couldn’t find a girlfriend. And then you came along…” Sarah let her voice trail off as if begging an explanation.

  “Well, we just met. I’m not committing to bearing your brother’s children.” The two laughed together and the conversation was dropped. Sarah may be a snoop but there was only so much she wanted to know about her brother’s love life.

  The nineteen-year old certainly would have been surprised at what Crystal had been doing to her little brother indeed. She had slowly chipped away at what little confidence Brian had and replaced it with a world that centered on his girlfriend’s pleasure only. The eighteen year old man-boy with the thick wallet had become a sexual puppet; submissive, self-deprecating, and easily manipulated. After months of playing him, Brian would crawl on the floor like a dog if she asked him to just as long as there was the possibility of a hand job at the end of it all. Crystal could certainly do that to keep her cuckold ‘tool’ at her beck and call.

  Now it was time to move things to the next level. While it was fun destroying Brian’s self-esteem, she needed to stay focused on her goal, on why she had begun this dangerous game in the first place.

  It was November and Crystal checked herself in the mirror. Without even making eye contact she asked again, “Are you sure I look okay for dinner tonight? I don’t want your family thinking I’m a slut or anything.”

  Brian answered from her bed, “I told you that you look great. The dress is sexy but goes below your knees. Isn’t that the rule or something? If it goes below your knees it’s okay?”

  “Something like that,” she muttered under her breath, picking up the hair spray and doing one last run to lock down a loose hair.

  “Hey, uhm, can you let me up now? I need to get my clothes back on.” Brian banged the hand cuffs against the head board as if to remind Crystal they were there. She hadn’t forgotten though.

  “Not quite yet. You know what you need to do.”

  “But I already did it before you got ready,” he whined.

  “Do it again, limp dick! You know the rules – you do what I say.”

  “Aren’t you going to help me?”

  “No, I just got ready. I’m not going to have your dirty little cum wad get on my new dress. I’ll put in a movie for you though.” Crystal turned on her computer screen and found an interracial cuckold scene that Brian could beat off to. When she clicked ‘play’ the movie started up and began setting the scene with a white boy in the corner of a room watching his girlfriend sucking on two black dicks. He wore a bizarre mask to hide his identity from the camera, but whoever was sleeping with him would easily identify him from his pathetic little penis. Crystal then un-cuffed Brian’s right hand and re-locked the mechanism so that his left hand was still secured over his head.

  “Now hurry up and jack off, bad boy. Say your mantra nice and loud so I can hear it in the next room.” Leaning over, Crystal brought her mouth dangerously close to the redheaded teen’s flaccid penis. She then spat on it, sat up and walked out of the room. When she was convinced Brian wasn’t watching the door, she peeked inside and saw him tugging at his dick, jacking off to the porn movie she had put on for him.

  “I’m a worthless little white boy.

  “I have a tiny penis.

  “My girlfriend needs black cock.”

  “I’m a worthless little white boy…”

  Satisfied that her cuckold was performing his required ritual, the young blonde woman walked into the kitchen and wrapped the case of wine she had purchased for Brian’s mother, Alice.

  ******

  The happy couple arrived for Thanksgiving dinner around 4pm and Crystal was re-introduced to Brian’s cousins and nephews and aunt and uncle who lived two hours away. The house was lively and she did her very best to be the girlfriend everyone expected her to be.

  “So where is all of your family?” Melinda, Brian’s cousin asked innocently. “Are you going to be able to see them for Thanksgiving?”

  Crystal cringed internally, “No. My sister passed away a year and a half ago and the rest of my family is on the other side of the country.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t know.” Melinda extended her hand out and patted Crystal on the knee. “How did she die?”

  “Would you excuse me for a moment?” the blonde girl asked, not really caring if she got a response or not. She made it to the bathroom without crying and then calmed herself before going back out into the living room. The memory was a crushing one but it strengthened her resolve to complete her plan.

  *******

  “Thanks for helping clean up, Crystal,” Alice told her.

  The blonde girl set the plates on the counter and went back for the glasses. “Not a problem, Alice. I hope you like the wine too.”

  Picking up the glass next to the kitchen sink, Mrs. Kinsley took another gulp. “Oh, definitely. Thanks for that too. Why are you the only one helping after I did all the cooking?”

  “Maybe I just like to hang out with you.”

  “Aww, aren’t you such a sweetheart. I’m so glad you are my son’s girlfriend. He is lucky to have you.”

  You have no idea how lucky, she felt like saying, but
kept it internalized. Instead she changed the subject, “So, speaking of boyfriends, when are you going to go on a date?”

  “Me? Oh, I don’t know. I’m not sure I could even be in a relationship right now.” Alice grabbed the wine glass and took another drink.

  “Who said anything about a relationship?” Crystal dropped the hint. “Maybe it would be nice for you to have some company?” Looking out the corner of her eye, she could see the middle aged redhead sigh and stare out the window.

  “I don’t know. That just isn’t my thing. You know, meeting and dating and things.”

  “Oh, come on, Mrs. Kinsley. You are very pretty and there are a lot of men who would just fall down in front of you if you gave them the chance.”