She wants to role play

Phoebe says, “Can we reenact a scenario I’ve gone through? But I’ll be the guy, and you’ll be me. Joey won’t do it, but I think it would be really fun to have sex from the other perspective.”

“I already said I don’t want anything in my butt,” I say.

“I know, I know! This will be totally heterosexual. I’m just the man, and you’ll be the woman. Your dick will still be going in me. Are you down, or is this too much?”

“Sure. I’m down. Let’s do it,” I say. It will be something that I have over her husband.

She claps excitedly, “Okay. I’m going to brush my teeth. Dry yourself off then dry me off.”

I dried myself with a towel then wrapped it around her little body as she brushed her teeth. I’ll admit that I copped quite a few feels of her soft curves as I dried, but she definitely wanted it. I had to get in the mindset of Phoebe. Phoebe wouldn’t be ashamed of copping a feel. She squeezes and smacks my ass all the time.

I ask, “So I’m going to role play as you, who are you going to be? Joey?”

She spits and rinses her mouth, then looks back in the mirror, “No. I’m going to be this guy from a one-night-stand I had. It was the perfect example of some of the sex I’ve had with assholes. I’m excited that you get to experience what I did.”

Phoebe wants the role playing to be accurate. She wishes she had time to give me piercings and draw a tattoos on my body, but at the very least I need to dress like her. She doesn’t have an exact outfit of what she wore that night so she’ll have to improvise. I’m taller and heavier than Phoebe but she wears very stretchy fabric. She tells me it will work. She tells me she was wearing underwear that night.

My cock and balls bulge and tumble out of the tiny thong she makes me wear. Her leggings are tight but I’m still able to pull them up my thighs. The fabric hugs everything tightly. She has me pull on a flowing dress that hangs on me like a shirt. Yup, I look completely ridiculous. But Phoebe would look hot in this outfit, so I have to feel hot. A thong, leggings and a dress: who wouldn’t want to fuck me on a first date?

I’m a younger Phoebe before she met her husband. I just went on a date with a man who invited me back to his “penthouse”. He kept calling it his “penthouse”, but it just looked like a regular condo. We walk in from the hallway. As soon as the door shut, a hand gropes and squeezes my right ass cheek through the legging.

While kneading my ass, Phoebe says, “Goddamn. You have such a big ass for an Asian girl. Are you sure your daddy wasn’t black?”

“My dad is white,” I say, role playing as Phoebe letting a man feel my ass and question my race.

“You didn’t get this ghetto booty from him,” Phoebe says and smacks my ass. She mutters to herself, “Shit that wasn’t hard enough.” She smacks my ass again, this time much harder. It leaves my little protected ass cheek stinging.

“I got this booty from squats,” I say.

“Yeah. Squatting up and down big white cocks,” Phoebe says. Her hand moved from my ass to in between my legs. Her fingers rub on my taint where my pussy would be. Damn. This guy was forward at the end of this date. We’re not even a step in the door, and I’m being assaulted.

I turn my head back to Phoebe and ask, “Aren’t you going to kiss me first?”

“Oh yeah. Show me what those lips can do,” then Phoebe whispers stage directions, “Get down on your knees and look back at me to more accurately reflect the height difference.”

I get down on my knees and look back over my shoulder. Phoebe aggressively kisses my mouth, shoving her tongue inside like she’s trying to suffocate me with it. As she smothers my mouth, her hands reach around my chest and grabs me. Her fingers pinch both my nipples so fucking hard. It hurts so bad, I have to pull away from the kiss and say, “Fuck that hurt.”

Phoebe just grins at me. Her hand still knead my chest where my tits would be. “Nipple rings. Nice! I knew you were slut.”

Phoebe grabs the dress and lifts it off my body, carefully so we don’t rip it. I have a feeling that in the real scenario he actually ripped her dress. She spun me around on my knees to face her. (Phoebe looked pretty sexy in a white button down and tight dress pants, her hair tied up in an extremely tight bun so it looks like she has short hair.) She buries her face on my chest. Her mouth sucks hard, covering me with red wet hickeys. Her tongue laps at my nipples. Her teeth bite at them playfully. (Thank god. I was worried she would actually bite me.)

Phoebe pulls back laughing, falling out of character briefly, “You have such small nipples Chandler!”

“You have small nipples too,” I snap back.

She nods, “That’s true. Sorry. I slipped. You’re playing me perfectly so far. Where was I?”

She bends and kisses me forcefully again. One hand massages my chest, focusing on my nipple. The other hand slips between my legs and massages my taint and balls. Despite never touching my cock, I’m getting hard. The tight pressure of the thong feels nice against my shaft.

“Oh baby. You’re getting so fucking wet for me. You’re so fucking horny. Get on that bed and show me that wet little pussy,” Phoebe commands.

I get up off my knees, and start to walk to the bed. Phoebe smacks my ass a couple more times on the way. I sit down with my back against the headboard. I push the leggings down my legs, hoping I don’t stretch them out too much. I toss them to the floor. With my knees bent and my feet planted on the bed, I spread my legs. I grab the thong and pull the fabric to the side, finally freeing my hard cock and balls. They thank me for the fresh air. The thong flosses between my cheeks and presses my asshole.

I look up at Phoebe’s staring eyes and ask, “What do you think?”

Phoebe rubs herself through her pants. She answers, “I was half expecting your pussy to be sideways.”

I ignore the racism again. “Why don’t you show me what you’re rubbing through your pants?”

Phoebe grips herself between her legs, “You want to see my big white cock?”

“I want to do more than see it,” I say. I grip my cock and give myself a little jerk. I play with myself like Phoebe would in this situation.

Phoebe slowly unzips her pants. She takes it so slow like she’s teasing me. Finally her pants on the floor and she’s posing in front of me. A thin layer of dark black hair covers the triangle of her pubic region. I can see the hint of dark lips between her legs. She says, “Oh yeah. Don’t be afraid. It will fit.”

She climbs onto the bed and prowls toward me, “I’m a generous lover. Where do you want this big white cock first?”