Time to be the slut he's expected of me.

There was no denying that he expected something in particular from me. And there was no denying that what he expected existed in me.

I was the whore he had imagined, I just never had the chance to show it.

And now I had my chance as he looked at me panting in front of him, eager to show him I was ready for him.

"I got you all to myself tonight. I'll please you right." I announced, smiling triumphantly.
"You think you're special, but all you white sluts eventually act the same. Once you have me you won't forget me so easily."

I was eager to take him up on the challenge, not quite believing his arrogant words but willing to see if they had any truth to them.

"I'd like to see you turn me into one of these white sluts for your big black cock." I challenged him back, ready to put it all on the line.

I was going to use the words on him, turn him on, play with him, and show him I'd have what it takes to last with him.

And I was going to do it in the bathrooms of our school, at night in a valentine party that we both ditched.

My panties dropped to the floor after I pulled them off, before I followed them to my knees, coming face to face with his cock behind his boxers.

"Is that a cock in your pants or are you just happy to see me?"

My hands hooked in the elastic band of his underwear, I slowly started lowering them to reveal the monster that hid underneath.

Down and down the boxers went, lower and lower and never quite reaching the end of the python that lurked inside. Until eventually, it came flinging out, dangerously close to slapping me across the face as I twitched back. I was stunned.

"Is that thirst in your eyes or are you just happy to see me."

I couldn't get my eyes off the impressive, heavy member in front of me. I needed to...

Without thinking, maybe prompted by his naughty words, I found myself moving forward to take him in my mouth, eager to taste the impressive member and service the man that held it.

First the head, then pushing lower and lower across the whole length, my mouth glided across the big hard cock as I tried taking more and more of it inside of me.

Without reason other than wanting to join in on the pleasure, my hand drifted down to find its place between my legs, rubbing and fingering my snatch.

In and out it started playing with my folds, and the cock drifted in and out of my mouth as I started bobbing back and forth trying to bring pleasure to the man in front of me.

Trying to defeat him.

"Look at me." He commanded, and my eyes snapped up to his.
"You look good with a cock in your mouth." His twisted compliment brought me pleasurable tingles as I kept bobbing, moaning onto his cock and using my passion to fire the work I was doing.

And he was responding, his hard cock twitching in my mouth to signal his liking of what was happening.

In and out and up and down my head went, bobbing with passion as I intended to be better than his other conquests. Better than the friend I had betrayed to get here. My snatch on fire was dripping wet, ready for whatever might come next.

He pushed me back, before heading to one of the bathroom stalls and sitting on the closed toilet.

"Crawl to me." He ordered, staring at me as he took his seat, a king on a dirty throne.

I had ****. I needed him. I was in heat and I needed to find pleasure and release. I followed suit, on all fours, as I crawled towards my partner for the night.

It was a pathetic display, but I didn't care. I had something to prove. I had to... Defeat him?

Kneeling in front of him inside of the stall, he looked at me with arrogance.

"Do you want to keep sucking my cock like a fucking animal or would you rather use your other hole you fucking slut?"

There was no compassion in his words. There was a dominating figure that knew what he wanted, that knew what I wanted, and that took without regard to the other person.

And he took. He took me from the ground, raised me to my feet, and hooked each of my legs on one side of him, still facing him as he lined his cock with my lowering snatch.

Our eyes stared at each other as I felt him push against my entrance, ready to take me.

"Let go. You're not special. Let go."

His words were a jolt that traveled through my spine.

What a romantic valentine!

I lowered myself. I wasn't special, but maybe if I could take him I could be proud of something? I could find that special something in me? He saw my mental conflict and weighed in.

"That's how you become special. By being mine."

I listened, and lowered myself.

And I fucked myself on his cock, allowing him entry and exit, moving on his massive penis to bring pleasure to the two of us.

Up and down, my motion carried us in penetrative ecstasy, closer and closer to an impending orgasm.

And our eyes never separated, as I brought myself intensifying pleasure at the end of his cock. His big black cock.

And the pleasure grew and grew, stronger and stronger, more and more beautiful.

"Good girl."

Something in that comment played with a specific spot in my mind, and a dam broke, bringing me to my orgasm as it coursed through me. He carried the motion from there and kept fucking my gripping pussy as I came all over his cock in an explosive orgasm, eager for what was to come.

And I came and I came and I came, and shuddered as his cock spread me wide.

And then he did, removing himself from my pussy and cumming all over my belly, painting me white. His white slut, covered in his white jizz.

And I moaned, liking what I was feeling, feeling special to have ended the night there like that.

"Was I good enough?" I needed his approval.

"You're on your way there."

He saw potential in me!