Revelations

You found the address easily, but as you approached you realise some kind of party ess going on inside. Outside stood several people, most of them black men, they all watched as you walked up the path.

You were about to knock, when the door flee open.

"AMBER!" A familiar voice shouted "My favourite size queen!"

You blushed, but then you recognised the owner of the voice. Davy.

Only a few days ago you'd had an argument with him, about how dick size or colour didn't matter. He was adamant it did, and told you you'd find out. You laughed it off then. It dawned on you. He did this. You didn't know how. But he did. All this, was part of a cruel trick to show you how girls prefer BBC. But it was rigged.

"You bastard!" You shouted.

"Hey hey, we're all friends here!" He smiled, and swung his arm around your neck. Leading you into the party.

He whispered into your ear. "Here's the deal, you have 4 hours left of being this hot bitch, survive not getting cummed in, by a superior black cock, and you win"

"I can do that," you replied confidently.

"Sure you can," he smiled, "But here's your competition." He gestured around, the place was full of black men, you were just a petite, big breasted white girl, cursed to need BBC.

"Good luck, "he snickered, and left you to it.

You bit your lip, looking around at all the obviously well hung men.

The odds were against you.