Ariel Feels Daring

I have always been a selective girl when it comes to sleeping with a guy. All through high school and college, I had mostly dated Asian guys, being of Japanese ancestry. I’ve dated a few white guys but have never slept with them. My parents, 2nd generation Americans, were always strict with me, so my sexual experience was pretty limited before college, and even then it took a while for me to feel comfortable with my sexual side. Now that I’m 23, I feel that I have really hit my stride, sexually speaking. I can say that in large part to what happened to me last weekend.

It was last Saturday that my best friend Eloise called me – she wanted to go clubbing that night, and who was I to say no? I love to go dancing, and there’s always a chance to meet some cute guys. That afternoon, I went to the manicurist – I always get a weekly manicure and pedicure to show off my long slender fingers and the toe cleavage on my small feet. Today it would be a French manicure for my fingernails and silver polish for my toenails. Then I went home and got into the shower, making sure I was freshly shaven. I left only a tiny wisp of hair above my pussy. I toweled off and dried my hair – I have the typical Asian straight black hair, which I keep long, down to my shoulder blades. Today, I decided I’d put my hair up in a bun, which I secured with two hair sticks. Next I put on makeup. I have raised, thin eyebrows, with large brown eyes that are round compared to many Asian girls, so I used a little eyebrow pencil and some mascara to highlight my large, round brown eyes.

My lips are fairly full, so I applied some fire engine red lipstick. I put pearl drop earrings in my pierced ears and put on a double strand pearl choker around my neck. (It’s all costume jewelry, but who knows the difference, really.) In my lingerie drawer I picked out a pair of black lacy panties and a matching strapless bra – 32C, not bad for someone with my genes! I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wondered if anyone would see me like this tonight. It’s vain, I know, but sometimes when I’m at home getting dressed to go out I like to stand in front of the mirror and look at my body. For being only 5’1”, I think my best asset, though, are my legs and my butt. I’m especially proud of the little open space between my lean upper thighs right below my pussy. Any girl who has that little space right there is keeping her thighs in good condition, don’t you think?

In the closet, I decided to go for a short sequined number I bought at BCBG the other day that hugged my little round butt and came down to around mid-thigh. I looked in the mirror and could tell that I needed one more item to knock the boys dead: A killer pair of shoes. I’m really into fashion, and because I’m not so tall I like to wear fairly high designer heels that show off my legs. I decided on a pair of silver Stewart Weizman heels, which had a toe strap and sexy ankle strap with a narrow 5 inch heel. I checked myself out one last time – they really complimented my taut, lean calf muscles. I couldn’t wait to see how many heads I could turn!

About 9:30 Eloise pulled up to my apartment building in her Acura, and as I approached she whistled and told me I seemed like I was looking for trouble. “As long as it’s fun,” I replied, winking. Eloise is a beautiful Amerasian, a little taller than me and not quite as petite. Although I think she’s a looker, she’s shy and doesn’t date that often. But definitely we made quite a pair. We soon were headed into D.C. to one of the popular dance clubs.

We waited in line for maybe 10 minutes, but since we were early, we got in pretty quickly. Inside, the place was cavernous, but starting to fill up. The racial diversity of the placed could not be disputed – whites, blacks, asians, hispanics. For the most part, the crowd were young and professional.

Five Asian guys approached Eloise and me and started talking. Eloise knew one of them. They bought us a round of drinks and we sat down in a dark corner with some couches. The guys were cute, but kind of boring. But I’m not the aggressive type who is going to hit on men (I rely on my looks to attract them), so I resigned myself to a night of drinking and dancing until the wee hours with these guys.

I was feeling somewhat tipsy (one drink and I’m buzzed) and I excused myself and traveled to the bathroom. On the way, I had to cut through part of the dance floor. I tried to slide past a couple bodies when I got pressed between two people. I looked up and saw two well-built black guys on either side of me pressing their crotches against me as they danced to a world-beat number. They smiled at me, and seemed harmless enough, so I started dancing to the beat with them, bumping and grinding for a minute or so. I still had to use the ladies room, so I shouted over the beat, “Excuse me!” – to let them know I wanted to move on. But they just kept on dancing, bumping and grinding. After being ignored for a few more minutes, I had had enough, and pushed the guy in front of me out of my way. He looked surprised that someone so diminutive could be so assertive. “Asshole!” I shouted at him and moved on to the ladies room.

When I emerged from the ladies room, my eyes immediately came upon a large figure in the dark narrow hallway leaning on the wall opposite the door. It was the guy I had called an asshole. “Oh shit!” I thought. I bet he’s pissed at me. His face seemed to glare at me, but then I saw it broaden into a wide smile and he began to laugh.

“What did you think you were doing back there, girl?”

“Just trying to get to the goddamn ladies room – isn’t it obvious?”

“Well, maybe it is now, but I thought you came to dance with me back there.”

“I’d call that more like an assault than a dance.”

“Come on, let me make it up to you, I’ll buy you a drink and I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman. My name’s Ty, by the way.”

I looked at him – tall, about 6’3”, very dark complexion, deep brown eyes, and, despite his loose blue dress shirt and dark slacks, clearly broad shoulders and an imposing chest. Yes, he was a fine specimen of man. His eyes searched mine, with a hint of playfulness in them and a friendly, innocent smile.

“All right, Ty,” I said. “I’m Ariel. You’re on.”

We sat at the bar in a room off the main dance floor, had a drink and chatted for a while. It turned out he was about 10 years older than I, worked as an attorney and was unattached – he came with a couple friends for a little Saturday night fun. It wasn’t long before I was mesmerized by this sexy, handsome man – this was no boy. I could tell the feeling was mutual. I caught him more than once glancing at my long legs, heels resting on the rung of the barstool. Soon he led me back to the dance floor. The moment his huge hand enveloped mine, I felt my pussy begin to moisten. On the dance floor, I was like putty as he danced – so smoothly, so rhythmically. He held me close and I could feel the hardness of his body against my breasts. My small nipples began to stiffen under my dress, and my pussy was clearly ready to go at a moment’s notice. At one point I had my back pressed into him, and I could feel the outline of a promising cock against me. I began to grind against it and felt it press harder back. I turned around and strained on my tip toes to reach his face. I waved at him to lean down and as he did, I kissed him – I held his face and wouldn’t let go as we mashed on the dancefloor, surrounded by the pressing crowd of strangers. He returned the kiss, exploring my small mouth with his tongue. I could hardly stand it – I didn’t want the night to end.

He whispered in my ear, “It’s getting late; let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

Caught up in the moment and feeling adventuresome, I said, “Mmm. Sounds good – what did you have in mind?”

When he suggested his place I didn’t protest, though I knew that this could be risky. I didn’t know anything about this guy, but I wasn’t thinking about negative consequences. I just wanted him, and I was feeling daring.

He led me by the hand towards the door, and as we approached, Eloise appeared out of the crowd. “Ariel, are you all right?” She glanced at Ty with alarm on her face.

“I’m fine, Eloise,” I replied. “I’ve got a ride, so I’ll be just fine.” I winked at her and she just stood there, mouth agape. Outside, he held me close to him, and I could feel the power in his massive arms. The valet drove up in a Porsche, and Ty said, “Here we are, come on.” I have a thing for guys with nice cars and I didn’t think I could be any wetter. Ty lived in an apartment in the suburbs, so it was a quick 15 minute drive at that late hour. We parked in the garage and caught the elevator to his floor. As soon as the elevator door closed, I turned to him and put a hand on each shoulder, pulling him toward me. We began kissing passionately. I could feel his large hands, one of which could reach over the entire width of my back. He began sliding a hand towards my ass when the elevator door opened. We reluctantly parted and he led me down the hall to his apartment. I was tingling with nervous excitement. I had never hooked up with a guy this hot – or this dangerous – before. He led me in and closed the door, and we were on each other instantly. I could feel a hand slide towards my round little butt and slide my dress up so he could caress the skin of each cheek. Then he picked me up with one hand under my butt. I lifted my knees and held them against his hips as he carried me to his bedroom. The bed, with wrought iron headboard, was king-size, and he laid me at the edge of it, my long slender legs hanging off it. I could watch us in the mirrored closet off to the left of the bed. I looked so tiny under his massive presence – but it sure looked sexy. I sat up on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. I got wetter and wetter with each inch of exposed skin. His smooth chest was perfectly developed, and his washboard abs were so defined, I had to feel them. With my small hand and slender fingers I lightly dragged my white-tipped nails down his chest and across his dark chisled stomach. He murmured what could only be a sound of pleasure. My hand came to rest on his belt buckle.

I didn’t mean to go that far just yet, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go THAT far. But there my hand was. He lightly took my hand and said, “not yet,” and pushed me back so I was lying on the bed again. He began to caress my breasts through my dress, eventually running his huge hands down my sides. He lifted a leg and placed a kiss on my ankle, right above my ankle strap. It was like lightning had hit. I surprised myself with an involuntary moan. He slowly, achingly traced kisses up my outstretched leg. The bottom of my dress was hiked up, so he had to see the moistness of my pussy on my lace panties. I couldn’t take it much longer – I had to feel his tongue on me. He took my thighs, his hands reaching over half way around each of them, and spread them slightly so my legs were resting on his broad, thick shoulders. I prayed he would bring me relief. I looked down and saw the erotic sight of my slender alabaster legs in silver heels resting on his ebony back. And then his head descended between my legs. He slid my panties aside and began to tease his tongue around my pussy.

“These are getting in the way,” he said, and with one yank, he ripped them off me. I was shocked but excited, maybe a little scared. I realized how powerful he was, and how I was truly helpless if his motives were at all malevolent. I shuddered. It was then that I felt his tongue begin to massage my clit. My moaning became a high-pitched wail as I felt my toes curling against my shoes and my thighs attempted to crush his skull as my orgasm consumed me. Although he was only getting started on my clit, I had to push his head away. He was relentless though, and renewed his assault by sliding an incredibly large, long tongue into my pussy. I was amazed that a tongue could feel that good. Hell, half of the 6 guys I had ever been with didn’t feel too much better when they were using their cocks. He found my clit with his finger and rubbed it rhythmically while his tongue continued its ministrations. I couldn’t believe it, but I felt the wave of another orgasm approach. I came again, not as hard, but longer. As my orgasm began to subside, I felt weak, but I knew more lay ahead.

He looked up at me, pleased. I smiled at him and said, “It’s my turn.” He smiled and said, “For what?” I said, “Whatever pleases you.” He said, “Really, whatever?” I hesitated and answered “Whatever.”

He told me to stand up and turn around. I felt the zipper on my dress slide down to the small of my back. “Step out of your dress,” he said. I slid the dress down to my feet and stepped out of it. “Remove your bra.” I unclasped the bra and stood before Ty, wearing nothing but my earrings, choker, and strappy high heels. He gave me a slow once-over. “You are so fine,” he said with a low whistle. I blushed. “Now, how about a little help with these pants?” “My pleasure,” I said, with a cocked eyebrow and a smile.

I sqatted down, resting my butt on my heels, as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button on his pants. There was obvious pressure against the front of his pants, and I slowly slid the zipper down, revealing a grey pair of boxer-briefs. My eyes must have bulged at the sight before me. Snaking down his briefs was a bulge that was easily longer than my hand, reaching down to the top of his thigh. I had never believed the myths about cock size, and accepted the fact that most men truly aren’t bigger than 4-5 inches. Certainly none of the boys I had been with were!

I looked up at Ty and I felt my mouth go dry. I licked my lips and he returned a lustful gaze. “Go on,” he said, smiling. I ran my hand over the outline of the bulge, and saw it twitch through the fabric. “Mmm,” I said, teasing him. “Do you think you’re getting something?” With that, I took my hands and slowly slid his boxer-briefs down his thighs. His black cock inched into view. As the waistband reached the head, his cock sprang forward and grazed my cheek. I grabbed it with my right hand as I slid the boxer briefs down to his feet. Even with my relatively long fingers I couldn’t reach around it. It was going to be hard to suck very much of it because of its girth. I held the base of his cock with my left hand and pulled back the foreskin with my right hand and guided the head towards my lips. I had to stretch my lips into a circle just to let the head in to my tiny mouth. I looked out of the corner of my eye to the mirror and saw the most erotic sight, a huge black stud of a man standing over a young Japanese girl – hair up, sitting on her high heels, breasts jutting out, red lips wrapped around his enormous black root. I began to suck, wiggling my tongue under and around the head, while I stroked the majority of his cock with my hand. I took my other hand and began to caress his large, pendulous sack, scraping it lightly with my perfectly manicured nails. “Oooh, that’s it baby,” he moaned. “Damn you suck cock so good. So fucking good.” I moaned in acknowledgement, without letting his cock leave my mouth. I built up a steady rhythm, and soon I could feel his cock get still stiffer, his balls pulling into his body, and I knew I was about to get his load. He grabbed me by the head and began to fuck my mouth, his huge piston sliding into the O of my lips and then sliding out entirely again. I held my lips open for him as he slid his slick tool back and forth. “I’m cumming!” He yelled, and I felt the first flood of warm semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, but the force of the shot made me gag, and I pulled his cock out. But it was still shooting, and ropes of cum assaulted my cheek and chin, until I aimed it towards my chest. I continued to stroke him, using both hands, but he soon pulled them off as the sensation must have been too much. I looked in the mirror and saw ropes of come streaked across my cheek and below my mouth, and my right tit was covered in a mix of white and clear fluid.

Ty moved toward the bed and collapsed. I rose up from my squatting position and wiped off my face with my hand and began to rub the come into my tits and stomach. Ty opened an eye and saw what I was doing. “What are you doing? Come here,” he said. “Lie on top of me.” I crawled onto the bed and straddled him, then laid on top of him. Using the come as a lubricant between our bodies, I began sliding my taut, come-covered breasts up and down his chest. I moved lower, rubbing them over his washboard stomach. Then lower. I began to rub his slippery cock between my tits. It had lost some hardness, but I was determined to bring it back to life. I began to lick the head as it rose between my tits. I then slid my tongue down the underside of his big dick and my tongue began to play with his balls. This elicited a moan, and I could see his huge rod stiffen and rise from his stomach in time with his heartbeat. I was transfixed.

My pussy was soaked from the erotic sight. I had to have him inside me. “I think you’re ready for the main course,” I said, and straddled his cock. Reaching down between my legs, I held this monster of a cock and positioned it against my opening. I rubbed the head of his meat against my clit, and lubed it with my juices. I guided it towards my entrance, but it was not going in easily. I tried to slide down onto it, but it would slide away and against my pussy instead of inside it. “Why won’t it work?” I pouted, in my spoiled-girl voice. “Here, let me try,” Ty replied. He grabbed me by my waist and in one smooth, quick motion, had me on my back. The motion took my breath away. He reached down and grabbed my ankles, straightening my legs and holding them out in a vee. I looked down as he positioned his massive black tool at my entrance and slowly, deftly slid the ebony head into my tight pink pussy. I felt my body being stretched as it had never been stretched before, triggering all sort of erotic sensations throughout my body.

“Oh, God, I want you so bad – all of you,” I moaned to Ty as I threw my head back against the bed.

“How bad do you want it?” said Ty, clearly enjoying the look of ecstasy on my face.

“Soo bad.”

“Not very convincing.”

“Please, I want that big cock of yours to fuck me.”

“Better, but let yourself go.” I knew what he wanted to hear. I had always wanted to talk dirty during sex, but I never thought my previous lovers would be into it.

“Goddamn it, give me your big black cock. Fuck my little pussy. Fuck me hard. Give it all to me. Bury it in my tight pussy.”

With that, I felt him slide inch after inch into me, until he bottomed out against my cervix. My pussy had never been invaded like this, and I gasped for air. He began to make slow, rhythmic strokes. Somehow, with his motion he was able to rub against my clit. The sensation of being so full, so taken by this man, and the stimulation of my clit put me over the edge. I wrapped my legs around his back and dug my heels into him as I wailed helplessly. Ty didn’t slow down, but grabbed my ankles with one hand and held my heels against his right shoulder and began sawing his cock into me while holding my legs together. His cock felt so big in this position, and I know my pussy must have felt even tighter to him.

After a few minutes of this, I could tell he was ready to boil over. I reached behind my ass and up to caress his balls with my fingernails. With a few guttural sounds, he pulled his wet ebony cock out of my sheath and I began stroking it between my legs. His second orgasm was as strong as the first, shooting rope after white rope across my taut stomach and even hitting my tits.

I laid there and marveled at this man’s incredible cock, so long and thick and strong and dark in my dainty pale hands. I lazily stroked it and played with the foreskin and his now low-hanging ball sack. Would it come to life again? Some minutes went by and I savored the just-fucked feeling in my pussy. It had never felt so violated, so open. I told this to Ty, and felt his dick twitch. I couldn’t believe he was rebounding already. It soon hardened under my grasp. “Take me from behind, Ty,” I said, in my most coquettish voice. “Please take me from behind.” I never before would have been so bold, but I liked playing this little game. Ty grinned and said, “Hold on a minute.” He got up and went to his dresser. After a bit of rummaging, he produced a blindfold and handed it to me. “Here, put this on.”

I smiled, looked at him for a minute, thought “oh, what the fuck,” and slid the blindfold on. “That’s a good little slut,” he said. Then I felt his massive hands turn me over as he grabbed my wrists and clasped them together behind me, pulling me to my feet in front of the bed. He held my small wrists together with one hand and pushed me so I was standing in front of the bed with my head on the sheets. Then I heard a sound like something ripping and felt cloth around my wrists. “Just some velcro handcuffs to keep you honest,” he said. My mind reeled. My pussy flooded. I felt him fondle my clit, then felt him kneel behind me and start licking me: First my pussy, then my clit, then back to my pussy. Then – wait, what is he doing? He’s moving behind my pussy to my asshole! As he began licking my asshole, I again couldn’t help but moan. I was about to explode by the time I felt his cock against my wet pussy. He buried it in, and seemed to penetrate even deeper than before. I could never get used to the size of it – on each thrust I felt my pussy getting stretched – over and over again. With every penetration I felt my heels lift off the floor. I imagined what we looked like. Blindfolded, petite Asian girl, bent over a bed, wrists cuffed behind her back, assaulted from behind by a huge black stud with an equally huge cock. With that thought I felt myself cumming. This was a g-spot orgasm, different from the clitoral orgasms – deeper, harder, longer. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” I wailed. “Don’t ever stop reaming my little cunt!”

“But that’s just what I’m going to do, you little whore,” he said. I was stunned – not at all what I expected. I felt him pull out with a little pop and heard him rustle in a drawer. My pussy felt enormously empty. I remained standing with my head resting on the bed, but my legs were so weak my thigh muscles were shaking. What is he up to? I wondered, again feeling nervous excitement. It was then that I felt the shock of something cold and wet against my anus. “What the fuck?!” I said.

“You want my big cock up your ass, I know secretly you do.”

“I’ve never done that,” I replied, now rapidly growing concerned. “I don’t think I can take it – please don’t.” I had never done this, nor had any of my girlfriends – hell, we had never really talked about it so I didn’t know what it was like. Certainly none of my Asian boyfriends had ever even tried.

“You were all into it when I was licking your asshole; I know you’re ready for it!” said Ty. At that moment, I felt the enormous lubed-up head of his cock against my asshole. I thought it would be impossible for him to fit it in.

I began to plead for mercy. “Ty, please don’t, it’s too big for me. I’ve never had anal sex.” He ignored my pleas and went for it, holding onto my wrists for leverage. After a few moments of his groaning, I felt the head pop into my ass. I thought I would faint, and I shrieked in pain. My legs collapsed, but he held me up by my stomach and wrists. “Tell me you love it in the ass!” Ty commanded. I could hardly stop moaning in pain to say anything. The blindfold had taken away my sight, so all me other senses were heightened. “Tell me!” he repeated.

“I-I love it in the ass,” I whispered, as he began to slide with small strokes. His strokes lengthened as he penetrated my rectum. My legs were now dangling beneath me, as he held my bent body upfor his pleasure. The initial wave of discomfort gave way to a mix of pain and pleasure, but I could not ignore how full I felt. My breath came in shallow gasps.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you,” Ty said.

“I love your cock in my ass.” I said, gasping, this time with more enthusiasm. “I love it when you fill me up with your big dark cock. I love being bent over and tied so you can work my little body.” This got his rhythm moving faster.

“You should see your little ass cheeks around my cock.” Ty said. “There’s nothing like the sight of little pale ass cheeks with a big dark cock between them! Ooh, it makes me want to come all over them!”

“That’s it baby, come for me.” I beckoned. “I want you to come for me; give me your come, Ty.”

He pulled out with a loud pop and I heard his groan grow into a full-throated cry of ecstasy, followed by the sensation of wet jets of come on my tied hands, my ass, and down the backs of my thighs. Rivulets of come slid down towards my shoes.

Ty slowly pushed me forward onto the bed and collapsed next to me. I quickly fell into a deep sleep. I awakened the next morning, feeling like a newly-deflowered virgin, which, in a sense, I was.