Class Project Goes Not as Planned

I had rung the bell at Melanie's apartment, and was standing there thinking about either calling her or giving the bell a third try. We were assigned a group project in stats class and Saturday morning at her place was her idea. She said come by at 11. It was 11:05. I was pretty much right on time.

Right when I was about to call her I heard her yell from the other side of the door that she was coming. Her muffled voice was a combination of annoyed and apologetic. I could hear her saying she completely forgot about this project as she opened the door.

Melanie looked like she had just gotten up. Wearing a little t-shirt and some short shorts, her hair and makeup were a mess. She was still hot though. Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a body to kill for. She apologized and said she needed a few minutes to get ready as she let me in.

I said no problem and said I would get set up. Her apartment was nice, pretty large and with an open concept floor plan. We walked through the living room as she directed me to the kitchen. I took my laptop out and she set about making some coffee.

She was hot. I tried not to stare as she moved about the kitchen, but it was hard not to. Her shorts were so short, I caught a glimpse of the underside of her butt as she reached for the coffee on the upper cabinets. I quickly looked away and looked back at the computer. I don't think she noticed.

After starting the coffee, she said that she needed a few minutes to get ready and would be right back. She said I could help myself to some coffee and disappeared down the hallway. I sat there and messed around with my phone, idly thinking about Melanie. We didn't really know each other. It was early in the semester, and we just got randomly assigned together. But I did think that she seemed like kind of an airhead, and, was well, smoking hot. I found myself wondering if I might be able to hook up with her. Maybe this was my in.

I got up and grabbed a cup of coffee, reminiscing about this skirt Melanie wore to class the other day. She had these little high heel shoes on and her legs looked amazing. I always found myself checking her out. I couldn't help it. When we got assigned together, I was equal parts excited and worried. Excited because of how good she looked and the prospect of spending some time with her. Worried because, well, she was kind of a ditz, and I was a good student, here on a scholarship, and couldn't afford to do poorly.

I absentmindedly looked around her apartment while daydreaming about Melanie. Her place was kind of a mess. I noticed empty cups, bras on the floor, clothes, a backpack, and what looked like a pair of both mens and women's shoes. The place could use a good cleaning.

I sat down with my coffee and booted up excel when i heard someone coming down the hallway. Expecting Melanie's slender curvy figure, I was very surprised to see a 6'2" shirtless black man come, barefoot, wearing jeans, looking slightly annoyed and holding a small trash can.

"My bad," he said gruffly, "My shirt out here in the other room."

He walked from the hallway to the couch and grabbed a t-shirt from the mess. He then stuffed the shirt in the back pocket of his jeans and walked to me, motioning with the trash can.

This guy was in shape. If he didn't live at the gym he spent all his free time there. Broad shoulders, pecs, abs...if i looked like him I probably wouldn't own a shirt. He seemed to be a few years older than me and made me more than a little intimidated and self conscious. There goes any chance of hooking up with Melanie.

He threw the bedroom trash into the kitchen garbage, and then shook my hand and introduced himself. His name was Jerome and he explained that was seeing Melanie and it was his fault they were still sleeping. He kept her up late, he said with a smirk.

I have to admit my heart sunk a little bit. I was never good with the ladies, but i couldn't help but entertain thoughts of hooking up with Melanie over this project or something. It was silly, but she was so pretty, and to be honest I was pretty lonely, having no luck with the women on campus this year.

Those ideas went out the window when I shook Jerome's big hand. He was an imposing figure. Tall, handsome, dark skinned, it seemed like his fingers wrapped all the way around my hand. I could see the wrapper from a Trojan Magnum condom in the garbage can next to us. My mind raced as I tried to shut out thoughts of the two of them, and focus on the task at hand.

Jerome went and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. It was now 11:30, Melanie was no where in sight, I had work at 6:00, and I was stuck in this apartment with someone I did not know, who very quickly made me realize that he did not appreciate my presence.

"How long you think this is gonna take?" Jerome asks after a few minutes of silence. Thankfully he had put a shirt on by now.

"I don't know, not that long, a few hours maybe?" I reply.

"A few hours?" he replies incredulously, "That ain't gonna work. Her and I got some unfinished business from this morning," he said.

"Umm, I'm sorry," I said, stumbling to find the right words, "Melanie, she, uh told me to come by here at this time. I texted her that I was coming while I was on my way. I was even a few minutes late," I said meekly, as if I had to justify why I was there.

"I know, she told me what she told you, but it don't matter," he said, sound aggravated, "You gotta be outta here asap, OK white boy?"

I didn't know how to reply. I started to mumble something about trying to be as fast as I could when he cut me off.

"Imma just tell your ass, OK," he goes off, getting up off the couch and walking towards the kitchen, "I just had this dick in that white girl's mouth," he said, grabbing his dick by his inner thigh, "You interrupted that. Do you know what it's like to interrupt a black dick like that?" he asked me pointedly.

I didn't know, so I didn't reply. I was stunned by the whole situation. It felt like his words spun me completely around. How foolish was I to think I might be able to hook up with her when a guy like this was all over it already.

"You best be fast, or you might find out," he said, "Melanie knows she's in trouble with me for this. Don't you end up on my shit list too."

I just kind of gulped and nodded, which I am sure was the effect he was going for. He flipped around the channels on the TV while i just kind of sat there stunned in the kitchen. A few minutes later Melanie came out.

Melanie had on the same outfit, but had taken a shower, fixed up her hair, makeup, and made herself smell fantastic. She came in, went over to her man, said a few things, and then they made out for a minute. When they were kissing, Jerome had his hands all over her body. I stared at the two of them with a bizarre feeling mix of jealousy and apprehension. Shen then walked towards the kitchen. I watched Jerome stare at her ass, and then give me a look as if to say "remember what I told you."

We quickly got to work on the project. As suspected, she wasn't the brightest bulb, and I had to do most of the work. This made it unlikely we were going to get done quicker than anticipated. She was constantly on her phone, texting and laughing at whatever it was. Personally, I really found it hard to focus, between how hot Melanie was, the man on her couch, and my own naughty thoughts.

I kept thinking about the two of them fucking. I couldn't help it. I was never particularly into interracial porn or anything, but the thoughts kept coming. All kinds of positions, her on top, him hitting it from the back, and of course, her on her knees, sucking his dick like she was doing earlier. I tried to brush them aside. But they were both attractive people, and I knew what was going on right before I arrived.

After about an hour, I excuse myself to use the restroom. I go down the hallway, pee, and wash up. When I came out it was quickly clear that project time was over.

Coming down the hallway, I heard some giggling. I expected to see them making out or him slapping her ass or something. But no. Jerome was on the couch, Melanie was on her knees, and she was sucking his dick. Her back was facing me, and she was mostly obscuring Jerome, but I could see the back of her head bobbing up and down. Her hands were in front of her face, and her ass was sticking out of her short shorts as she leaned forward a bit. There was no denying what I was looking at. So much for getting the school work done.

I froze. I couldn't help but stop and stare. For a few long moments no one said anything, and all I heard was the sound of her sucking on his shaft. I wasn't even sure if they knew i was there. For a second I thought about trying to sneak out of there, maybe I could grab my computer and bolt. But they were right by the door. So i just stared. I started at her big round ass, the slight jiggle it made as her head went back and forth. I stared at the rhythmic motion of the back of her head. I found myself unwittingly wondering how big his dick was. It seemed like she was moving her head and hands a lot. It had to be huge, I found myself thinking. I saw the large condoms wrappers, plus, he was a big black guy. It would only make sense for him to have a big black dick. I felt my dick growing hard up against my jeans.

"Like what you see, white boy?" said Jerome, interrupting my train of thought. I heard Melanie stop sucking his dick for long enough to let out a quiet chuckle, and after laughing for a moment returned to her job.

Once again, I was speechless and had no idea what to say.

"I told ya'll to hurry up. Don't worry white boy, we are just finishing up what we started before. Shouldn't take too long. Go back to your project and Mel will be with you when she's done. I know you were doing all the work anyway." He laughed. Melanie playfully hit him in the chest.

Melanie stopped for a minute and turned her head around. With her left hand she kept slowly stroking him, but with her right she motioned to the kitchen table.

"Just go sit down and let me finish this up," she said, "You don't understand, I have to do this. You interrupted before. Sorry you have to see this but just sit down and shut up for a few and then we can get back to work."

"Yeah, listen to the white girl," he said, guiding her head back down onto his dick with his hand. "You don't want her to get in trouble, do you?"

With that he smacked her ass, gave it a good squeeze, and they both laughed. She then went back to sucking his dick. Dumbfounded, I obeyed, walked back to the kitchen, trying not to look and completely failing on more than one occasion. My own dick was now rock hard, firmly pressing against my jeans as I awkwardly walked across the room and sat back down. I wondered how much bigger than me he was, but from the angle I couldn't see his dick.

When I sat down, they were kind of behind and to my right. I tried to go back to the project and focus as best I can. I told myself if I just didn't look they would be finished before I knew it. Jerome's stamina was better than my willpower, and within a minute I tried to peer over my shoulder and sneak a look. I couldn't help myself.

I felt my jaw drop and my eyes bug out. Unlike from he hallway, here I had a better view of Jerome than Melanie. From this angle, I could see him from the front, and her from the side, kneeling in front of him.

His dick was absolutely huge. I couldn't help but stare. Her head went back and forth over the top third of his cock, with both of her hands working the rest of his big black dick. He was so much bigger than me, it seemed like it could be literally double. I just found myself staring, infatuated with his massive dick more than the beautiful white woman that was pleasuring it.

I can't explain what was going through my head or how it happened, but his dick was making me feel a certain kind of way. He was just just so well hung, thick, and long. His big black dick just had me feeling something hard to explain. I basically gave up trying to work and was basically just pretending at that point. I kept trying not to stare, but I would glance over and find myself frozen, almost like a deer in headlights, for a few seconds before breaking my gaze. Then I would go back to staring at the computer screen for a few moments before looking again. I was trying my hardest to ignore the sexual spectacle fifteen feet away from me, but I couldn't help myself.

He caught me staring. We made eye contact and he winked at me, which made me feel even more weird about the whole thing. I felt my face flush and my dick spasm in my pants. I quickly looked away, back at my computer once more.

I was so horny I found it hard not to touch myself, but before long my body unconsciously gave in. I noticed my hand rubbing the outside of my jeans on my little boner without realizing I started doing it. His big black dick and her beautiful white body kept drawing my eyes back and the scene made me forget myself and the reality of what was going on. Until he caught me touching myself.

"I saw that, white boy," he said with a laugh. "Cut that out. If you want to touch a dick, you're gonna touch this one."

As he said that he stood up off the couch, leaving Melanie on her knees on the floor. His dick stood out away from his body like a weapon, bobbing stiffly as he stood up. His thick black shaft stood up at an angle, obscenely large and impossibly hard. It looked wet from Melanie's saliva. I found my self once again staring at his big black dick. He took off his shirt.

He walked towards me, completely undressed and completely erect as Melanie giggled and made comments from the couch.

"Look at that dick," she said, "That black dick is what all us white girls want. Sorry!"

"Apparently not just the girls," replied Jerome, looking me right in the eyes.

"We'll see," said Melanie, "We know he likes that big black dick," she went on, "Let's see how much. Umm.. I'm thinking it's a lot! I mean look at it, right white boy?"

I didn't say anything. My eyes darted from Jerome's dick to Melanie, to Jerome's face. Then back down to his dick. God, it was so big. I wasn't gay, what is going on? Why was I feeling like this? Why wasn't I running out the door?

"You know what you want to do," said Jerome in a calm and firm voice, "No one here is going to make you do anything. If you wanted to leave, you would have done so a long time ago. But we all know what you want to do."

"I know how you are feeling," said Melanie softly, almost sweetly, "Don't resist, just give in to it. I can tell from your eyes. Just give in. Submit to your feelings. Submit to his big black dick," she purred.

Thoughts of me with his dick in my mouth ran thought my head. I never experienced anything like this before. I was completely straight! What was happening to me? Why was I feeling this attraction, this pull.

"You can't resist," continued Melanie, moving to the couch, sitting down and crossing her legs "It's over now for you now. You have seen his superior black dick. If you walk away, you will always regret it. You know it and I know it. You will be looking for a moment like this again for the rest of your life. So go on. Get on your knees. Put Jerome's big, thick, black, dick in your mouth, like we all know you're thinking."

Melanie went on while Jerome stood a few feet in front of me. I sat on the kitchen chair, silent, unmoving, and thoroughly confused. I knew that I wanted it. I knew that I wanted to submit to him, and let him put it in my mouth and put me in my place. But I just couldn't. I just couldn't let go and give in.

Fortunately, I didn't have to.

Jerome stepped forward and grabbed my head, gently but firmly pulling me down to my knees. I guess he had grown tired of waiting for me to give in. It didn't matter though. His timing was perfect.

He pressed the head of his cock against my lips and I opened my mouth to receive him. I opened as wide as I could as he gently plunged his shaft into my mouth. I closed my lips and applied some suction, making a wet sucking sound as I felt his head touch my tongue. His dick felt so warm, thick, and firm in my mouth. It was strange. I had never done anything like this before, but him slipping his black dick into my mouth felt, almost, natural. I just let go and gave in, accepting and unwittingly enjoying the position I was in.

My tongue licked the bottom of his thick cock as he gradually probed how deep he could get without gagging me. His hands gently guided me as I did my best to please him, doing what I thought girls did when they sucked dick. His dick was so big that I couldn't swallow and spit rolled out my lips and down my chin. I looked up at Jerome, and he smiled and nodded. My dick flexed against my jeans, feeling harder than it has ever been before.

"Don't be afraid to use your hands," he said.

"Yeah, just go for it, like the little slut you are," said Melanie with a laugh. "Make sure you please that big black dick."

I pulled my right hand up and wrapped it around Jerome's dick. My fingers barely got around it, it was so thick. As I put my fingers around his dick I felt a slight spasm and some precum leak out of my own dick. I shifted my hips and continued to suck his dick.

I felt like I was never this turned on before in my life. I was sucking another man's dick, a black man's, and was struggling not to touch myself. On my knees, with this thick black cock in my mouth, I felt in my place. Like I belonged there. It was a strange realization.

Melanie occasionally had words of encouragement, reminding me where I was and what I was doing. It was clear that she found this whole thing really hot, and was masturbating on the couch watching.

And so it went. I sucked his dick like my life depended on it, eager to please my new black friend, submitting to his massive cock. Eventually I was using both my hands, one on his balls and one on his shaft. I couldn't wait for him to cum, and figured it had to happen soon.

All of a sudden, he stopped.

"Take your clothes off," he said, slowly stroking himself.

I sat there for a second.

"You are the only one with clothes on. It's not fair, is it?" he said, "Take 'em off, white boy," he commanded. I obliged.

I tried to conceal my underwear as I slipped my jeans off. Big wet spots were on the front from the precum that was leaking from me. My dick was happy to be out and have some space. It was as hard as it has ever been, and completely paled in comparison to Jerome.

I knelt before him, expecting to pick up where I left off. In the anticipation, my hand drifted down to my own dick. My lips pursed open.

"Tell me what you want to do," said Jerome.

"What?" I replied, confused.

"You are sitting there, willingly on your knees, waiting...why?" pondered Jerome, putting this hand on his chin in a mocking thinking motion.

"I know it can be hard and confusing," said Melanie, "Just tell us what's on your mind right now."

I paused, confused, I didn't do anything for a few moments. I felt like I couldn't just... admit it... I shamefully looked down at my own erection. Then I looked up at Jerome's fucking enormous beautiful black dick... I just gave in.

"That dick... your big black dick," I stammered, "I'm here. For you..." I trailed off.

"C'mon baby," he said, "You can't get it back 'till you admit to us why you're here. Mel, why don't you show him."

With that she got on her knees next to me. She looked over at me, gave me a look and a wink, looked up at him, then back at me.

"Give me that big dick baby," she said without breaking eye contact with me, "You own this white pussy with that big black cock. I am here to please you. Your big black dick is amazing. Just look at it compared to this white boy," she gently grabbed my balls, "I know where I belong. Give me that dick. Let me make you cum."