Even my Black Girlfriend prefers BBC

Disclaimer

The following story is a Cuckold Story from the POV of a white man. The white man is the cuck, the woman he likes is a black woman, and the man who cucks him is a black man.

Part of this story is a kink about a white man being 'white', compared to the two black American characters, and how he's being cucked because the black man is more dominant, masculine and has a bigger dick than the white man and is lusted after in the story for this, similar to a Blacked/BBC/BNWO kink.

As a result, I found it super hot to include attempts at AAVE (essentially recreating the way a lot of black Americans speak), and the N-word for kink reasons (I found it hot). I'm not sure what I got right, if it's offensive and needs taken down, lmk.

So basically Black Raceplay, BNWO, and White Humiliation are all kinks in this. If you're not into that, you've been warned.

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I never thought about a black girl being my dream girl, I have to admit it.

Whenever I pictured a woman she was always white. Brunette or blonde, maybe blue or brown eyes, but always white.

Until I met Laquesha.

Part of me wants to say 'I know, I know' to white friends when I introduce her name, not apologising for her but explaining to them. The name sounded so... black. Before, I was afraid to even mention things like that. Like when I first met her and she said it for the first time, she saw the look on my face, and smirked. "I always like when whiteboys hear that for the first time. Makes me feel all- MM! Mm-mm-mm..." When she said the last, she shut her eyes with a satisfied smile and wiggled her hands clasped out either side of her body, which made her not-at-all tiny tits jiggle in the showing dress. The bobbled up in the cleavage threatening to pop out of the purple fabric and with her eyes shut, I was free to ogle and stare as she laughed and flirtily put her hand to my arm. "Oh puh-lease! No need to be scared now, I know it I know it. You ain't never met a girl called Laquesha, naw honey?"

I shook my head, speaking coolly, trying to seem suave to the hot girl I might get to fuck. "Can't say I have."

"Ooohh boy, you boutta learn somethin' then." She smirked and flared eyes like a cougar, with so much fire and confidence even as a woman as young in years as me in my 25th.

She offered her hand before moving her drink up, wiggling the plastic cup, showing it somewhat drunk. "Come on then baby, let's go show you a good time before you meet some La-nay-nay and start thinkin' second thoughts or somethin'." She laughed and put her arm in mine, smoothly stepping in heels to a table by us, I caught a scent of light perfume and glances at her hot fucking breasts up close. She jiggled with every step.

She put her hand to a half-empty glass, and when I put my hand up to stop, she winked and downed it in front of me.

"Ahh- now you gotta take me home, sugar." She made a 'rawr' noise like a tiger and smirked again. "If one o' these is spiked you gon' have to make sure I'm alright now. That okay with you?" She raised a brow and wiggled another glass, putting it up slowly to her lips.

I instinctively put my hand up to it and pushed it down. She looked at it and then smiled, like it was confirming something.

"I- don't think that's a good idea." I rolled my eyes a little. Uncomfortable, but trying my best to groove with whatever the fuck I was meant to do or say to this attitude. "Sorry to be too white or, whatever. But if you wanna fuck like, we can fuck, but I don't need you to get spiked to do that."

"OOoohhh okay, okay..." She had a popped open mouth like I'd impressed her. It was like all her emotions were just- out. No repression. Felt weird. Nice to see.

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A few months in, I'd settled down and- well I'll say it. Had the best fucking sex of my life with Laquesha. If I told you she had the fattest ass and the juiciest body, that she fucked like a whore for money or sucked my dick like it'd save her life, she'd literally gasp and thank me for it.

I know, because I told her.

I started with compliments about her looks, her body, then her hair. She just took it and rolled her eyes like it was a done thing, or like she really enjoyed the attention and was even more attracted to me. And then she asked me more.

"And what you really think about me, huh? Tell it all, whiteboy." She rawred again one night on our bed, pushing a hand to my chest and leaning her red lace bra-pantied body serpentine down to mine.

I gasped and moaned, as she went to town on my neck with kisses and licks. Her brown tits looked so so good in the moonlight. Everything her looked so good.

"I uh- would you hate it if I said I liked your skin?" I blurted out. She stopped.

My blood went hot. Then she smirked again, deeply.

I felt like I had just awakened something in her, or given her permission to take her flirting to a whole new level.

She sighed pining, looking at my bare chest as she shook her curls to lie over her eye. "Oh Lord oh Lord oh Lord... I was hoping you might say those words..." She sighed again and tutted, before biting her lip. "Baby you about to be a good little whiteboy for me now and fuck this black ass with those big white balls now, ya hear?"

Which, well...

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP...

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It was all going great actually, until Friday 18th, that November. I went out with Laquesha to meet her friends from where she lived before college. She'd say 'the hood', I'd- still feel kinda uncomfortable saying it.

We were at a bar in a corner booth with me the only white person there, one white guy in a group of close black friends. Naturally, things got to joking, and it was mostly good natured until...

"I'm just saying," He swigged his drink and smirked. "Y'know what they say about whiteboys, right Quesha?"

"Tyrell, c'mon man, dayum lay off. That's a cold one for a stranger dawg." Laquesha glared at him even after the guy -'Darren' I think he was- laughed at his joke but talked him down.

Tyrell. Oldest one there by a couple years. Tallest at 6'3. Big, black, buff, cocky, black-talking, sharing stories about cheating with girlfriends, talking about his preference of white girls over black ones, to quote, 'except for the asses'.

And he kept eyeing Laquesha when he thought I wasn't looking.

Tyrell laughed down the insult, and I played a good wave down and smile, but Laquesha clearly felt annoyed at this guy. I got the sense they had a history, though she swore no-one at the party was an ex of hers. Until she'd remembered last minute to tell me about 'Tyrell'. She seemed a little pissed off to mention him, as though she hadn't wanted him there which was natural for an ex I guess. But the thing was, I'd never known her to get affected by anything. I didn't push it.

After Darren piped up, Tyrell swigged back a drink and caught Laquesha's glare. And he didn't let it go, not scared of her at all.

"What, you mad 'cause you stuck with a lil whiteboy?"

A burst of laughter and 'Oooohs' got a few people at the table laughing who hadn't before. I frowned at it, feeling kinda fucked up and confused somewhere between 'was he racist' or 'is this like, normal and I say nothing?'. Pretty hard to know what to do when you hear a guy insinuate you've got a small dick and all his friends just laugh.

But as always, my girlfriend had my back. "Leave him alone Tyrell, damn! Just 'cause you ain't got no girlfriend waitin' on you at home."

Her friends jeered him and pumped her up with laughs as she shook her head and put her hand up to wave down, completely shutting down his attempts to 'player' status. "Mm-mm, mm-mm."

His eyes narrowed, his body freezing a second as he glared at her, and then to me. I felt like the glare meant something, terrified, but he just laughed and punched my arm, smiling big and waving it down. "Naaw man shit just playin', just playin'..."

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I was still scared of him as we went home, which was weird. I mean hell, the thought of my girlfriend having been with any guy, let alone a black guy so confident and big felt... y'know.

But I'd become a lot more comfortable about what I could say around Laquesha since we first met. So yeah, I said it.

"Okay I'm just gonna ask. He's black and you've fucked, does Tyrell have a bigger dick than me?"

She whipped around and stared, before shutting her purse and blinking. She smiled bemused, before raising a brow to stare at me. "'Hey honey, how are things'," she quoted a mock conversation, "'Oh, not bad. I thought that went well, my friends seemed to like you, not that I'd need them to.' Baby, you do realise you just asked if my ex had a bigger dick than you right?"

"Yeah. I do. Because blah blah black guys and Blacked, look, just tell me. I don't give a fuck but fuck it, tell me."

"No." She looked me in the eye. She was serious. "Baby, I don't care about size, I don't care about looks, about money about status all that shit. I don't care about nothing but your love, okay baby?" She stared with big puppy dog eyes, but even though they first seemed mocking, she sighed and they turned sincere ones.

I stared. "You really mean that don't you?"

She bat lashes. "Yes I do baby oh God knows I do. But call me a sinner because I landed me a white boy with a big dick and a nice smile, good ass body and god-damn does he fuck good..." She smirked and bit her lip, eyeing down to my lap. She looked over at the bar, seeing people spill out either side, before getting an idea and smiling. She turned back to me, put her purse on the backseat, and leaned down to unbuckle my belt. "Hold my hair back for me, would ya baby?"

"Why's that."

"So I can suck on that big white dick and make you feel better honey that's why." She replied instantly. It made me rock hard. The confidence, the wanting and taking, as she pulled me out I was rock hard and bulging, she made those little sounds again, shaking her head, before pulling it out and holding it in her hand. She stroked it a little, making wet pre-cum stick to my pubes. She traced her nails against my pec down my abs, making them squirm back.

She giggled. "Baby... if anybody sees, or starts filming?" She said softly, before looking up into my eyes, gently stroking my hard dick. She batted her lashes to me again, close and smiling as she stared into my eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Don't stop me." She replied immediately. "I'm gonna suck on yo' dick like a hood rat, and you' gon' take it and cum in my big-black-lip, dick-sucking black girl mouth until it's spillin' all white down yo' pants and I eat it all up, ya hear?"

I got. Hard.

"Okay baby? I ain't want to hear no 'But what about-' Nuh-uh. You like it. You gettin' hard. Relax and let baby take care of ya, okay sugah?"

Every word felt like she was growing more black, but at the same time more confident, more sexy. My cock pulsed in her fingers, and before I knew it, she was on my mouth and sucking. I pulled her hair back and shoved her face on my dick, pumping her into me like a fleshlight, before moaning "Oh fuck- oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck- aah!"

I came hard. Into her mouth. She slowly sucked and licked it all up, before leaning up and dabbing a bit gently from her lips, sucking her finger, winking at me. "You okay baby?"

"Y- yes baby."

"Good sugah..." She winked. She took out her purse, doing her lipstick in the mirror.

I gulped, staring at her. "I like when you call me 'sugar' like that."

"Oh 'sugah'?" She glanced at me, before smiling big again. "Okay sugah. We can play that. Maybe I tell you to 'cum sugah' and we can go from there okay honeybee?"

I felt myself melt into the seat, hearing her giggles as I did.

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We were at a party a month later when it all got fucked up.

Me and Quesha went to party at a friend's house in her hometown, which was full from the start. It all seemed good, forcing us to dance close together and her whispering what she was going to do to me when we got home. We flirted about finding a room of our own, since we could hear moans from upstairs where we were stood against the stair banister.

Even though Tyrell hadn't been there initially, at some point in the early buzz of tipsiness and like 10pm drove of even more people pouring in, there he was, towering over the crowd.

I ignored him and didn't tell Quesha, but at some point she clearly saw him and didn't say anything to me either. She lowered her eyes and took my hand, pulling me upstairs. "C'mon, let's go. I'm sick of this packed together shit, feel so stifled."

I didn't argue, and she led me up to a wall and started making out with me. We made out for a while, she put her hand down to my bulge and started fondling, gripping it with this need and looking into my eyes with a drunken lust.

"Gimme this dick, nigga." She whispered.

I stood shocked. I gulped and stared at her. She shook her head smiling. "I ain't drunk white boy you heard me. I cock drunk, gimme this dick whiteboy or I'll kneel down and suck it myself right here. You want that, huh?"

I felt her hands up and down my chest as I felt for doors, before gripping a handle and falling in. I barely kept my legs to stand as she poured over me with kissing and shut it behind me- and pretty soon we were dry humping and panting ready to tear clothes off.

We were so into it we didn't hear the door open.

"Well well well well well. Look what we have here. Sum dumb bitch and her lil whiteboy."

A deep voice sounded from the door, as Tyrell leaned against the frame watching us. Quesha stared but barely reacted, just sighed, shooing him. "Step off nigga you creepin' on us and shit? Fuck you playin', get yo' sad ass outta here."

I wish I could describe the sound of the door shutting, but it wasn't loud. Only a slight slam. A controlled one. He held it and breathed angrily as Quesha fell into my shoulder.

"Whatchu gonna do white boy?"

I frowned, holding Quesha close. He slowly walked up to her, which made her back away to my arms, and when he walked up to me, she backed away further from them against the wall. He loomed over her almost a foot, glaring down at her as I was relegated to a watched of his natural glare of her into the wall.

He smirked down at her. "See? He can't protect you." He slid his hands to her arms. She shook, her breath light, but didn't move. "I ain't need protecting Tyrell goddamn lemme go and get the fuck outta here or I 'll scream." She glared at him, shooing with her hand, and though she seemed fine, I felt a tension from him. He looked in my eyes.

"You not gonna do nothing, white boy?"

I gulped. I looked scared to her, nodding out to the door. "There's the door."

And then he slid his hand down her big, tight brown ass-

And spanked her.

SPANK

I froze. Quesha's eyes and mouth popped open, and I felt hell about to raise up, but Tyrell just stood there staring at me.

"Ima fuck you, Quesha." He looked at her then, staring down into her eyes. He lifted her chin with a finger and stared confidently. "Look at him, see what he says. He ain't do shit, you gon' watch him while he does nothing. Ain't that RIGHT whiteboy?"

The single yell made me jump, but I glared. "F- fuck you."

"Fuck you just say to me, nigga?"

SPANK

"St- stop spanking my girlfriend. She doesn't want it man."

"That right?"

He turned to Quesha, pulling her hair back, glaring down to her eyes. "You don't like getting spanked and yo' hair pulled? Since when?"

"I- ahh- AHH-!" She stared and put her hand to his tight shirt around his abs, shaking her head. She stared into his eyes. Not anger, but fear. "Tyrell... please... don't."

SPANK

"Don't what, bitch."

She bit her lip. And stared. "Don't do this to him."

He smiled slowly.

And he stared into my eyes as he put his arm around the small of her back, and walked her to the bed.