"Oh, I see," he said, smiling. "You don't want anybody to know you fuckin' a nigga?"
"No, its not that, its just...." I said, my voice trailing away.
"Girl, everybody's gonna know Ah'm hitting' that sweet, white pussy," he said. "Dey gonna know 'cause Ah'm gonna tell 'em. When 'day see us together, its gonna be obvious Ah'm getting in ya pants."
I knew he was right. Within a week my girlfriends would know, my sorority sisters would know, the white guys I'd dated recently would know. Hell, they'd be talking about it across campus. She's dating a black guy, they'd whisper. He's fuckin' her almost every day and she loves it! Now that she's had that big, black cock, she can't quit. They'd all jump to the conclusion that our relationship was all about the sex, that now that I'd been fucked by a real man, I was as hot for him as he was for me.
I'd deny it, but they'd see through my lies. They'd see by the way I looked at him that I was a black man's girl, now. It would be humiliating for a while, but I'd get over it. As long as I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his gorgeous, black cock slide into my wet, waiting pussy.
