Journey of the Whiteboi

"Wouldn't miss it, Sug!" she replied. Talk to you tomorrow!"

I had the same contorted dreams as I'd had the night before. Again, both Virginia and my wife were involved. One had hold of each arm and was trying to move in different directions. I awoke with a start in the morning, but there was no harm done.

I went about my day thinking about what Virginia had said. I was very curious as to what she meant and what kind of journey she'd help me on. I made up my mind to enquire that evening when we were back in front of our computers.

I popped into the chat room this evening and had a text message immediately. "Hey, Sweetie!" she greeted. "Good to see you!"

I switched on the mic setup to send an invitation to her to voice chat again. The response was almost immediate. "Hi Virginia!" I smiled as the connection solidified. Then the invitation to cam with her popped onto my screen. I hesitantly pressed for connection and her image popped up on my screen.

"You're even cuter on cam than you were in your pic, Whiteboi!" she bubbled as her image appeared on my screen. I blushed at her compliment.

"Aww, and your blush is so cute!" I blushed even harder, and she giggled at me in my predicament. "Did you think about what we were discussing last night?" she asked.

I thought about this for a few minutes. Knowing I'd have to conceal all of this from my wife, I asked in a trepidacious voice, "How do we go about it?"

My apprehension seemed to encourage her. "There's a coffee shop on Fourth, 'The First Cup'. Do you know where it is?"

"I think I can find it," I answered. I knew the place, and it was only a few blocks from our door.

"Great!" she said. I'll meet you there in about an hour-ish?" she proposed.

"Sounds great! I just hope you're not disappointed!" I answered and shut off the cam. I ran in, had a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in some fresh clothes. I was really excited and looking forward to this. It was the first time I'd been out of the house in weeks and the first 'date' I'd been on in months. I slowed down when I thought about my wife and how cold she had been to me lately. "What would it hurt, meeting this woman?" I thought as I headed off to get ready for this. No amount of preparation could have prepared me for the odyssey I was about to embark on.

Ch. 2 Meet Virginia

As I jumped in the shower, I really did hope that she wasn't disappointed by what she found. Through a trick of genetics, I was pretty small at five-foot-three and a buck-twenty with not very much to say about endowment or muxcles at all, as I already mentioned. I shaved the stubble off my face, then brushed my platinum blond hair and teeth. Since it was a warm afternoon, I put on a pair of shorts, T-shirt, and bob-socks. Then, I broke out my Drakkar Noir aftershave and splashed a little on. I glanced at myself in the mirror from side to side and bobbed my hair. I looked good and I was ready to go, so I donned my sneakers, walked out the door, locked it behind me, and jumped feet first into the great unknown.

I had no idea what to expect from this situation or this woman I was going off to encounter. A year ago, I never would have agreed to a meeting with another woman, let alone one I'd met not long before in a chat room online. But that was then, and this is now. Now, I was past missing my wife and was just lonely because she was away so much with her work. She had been away so much, in fact, that there were times when the two of us were virtual strangers and had to reacquaint with one another.

"Another person's companionship would be good for me," I reasoned as I walked along the sidewalk. It had been such a very long time since I'd gone out for coffee. I was really looking forward to the whole experience. I knew it wasn't going to turn into anything, but to be invited out by a beautiful woman to do anything was still a thrill.

As I expected, it only took me about fifteen minutes walking to be standing on the threshold of the First Cup on Fourth Cafe and scenting the freshly roasted and ground beans emanating from within. It was a decent, neighbourhood coffee place, depending on the locals for survival. They had good variety of coffee and snacks, and the clientele seemed to be at lease semi-intelligent. I'd been coming here since we moved in some years before for the ambiance and the good coffee. I also liked the fact that they were locally owned and not part of some big, multi-national chain. That and the proximity to our place kept me coming back.

I purchased two coffees and selected one of my personal favorite seats in the whole place, an unobtrusive booth at the back of the shop where conversations could not be eavesdropped on easily. As I sat and contemplated my cup, I started to wonder what I was doing here and whether this woman was even going to show up when in the door she strolled.

She was unmistakeable and even more gorgeous live than she had been in pics and on cam. She wore a white, fur lined coat with faux fox collar, a shocking pink halter top with matching pink miniskirt and four-inch, clear plastic heels that made her appear taller than she really was and a leopard print clutch purse in her hand and big sunglasses she tucked into her hair rounded out the ensemble. It took some effort not to just sit there with my mouth agape.

She cast about looking for me, so I waved when she looked in my direction. She smiled and cruised on over to the booth with all eyes in the shop on her, where she sat and with whom. I stood up as she approached. "You must be Dan," she smiled, "Great to meet you!" she said and extended her hand with a gorgeous smile.

"Yes Ma'am, I am," I smiled. "You must be Virginia," I stated. "Pleased to meet you as well," I smiled as I waved my hand over the booth I had commandeered, wordlessly asking her to sit down.

"I just love your snow-white skin!" she giggled as she slid into the booth, "and, you've got such Sa cute face," she smiled as she interlaced her slender fingers in front of her, set her chin on them and fixed me in her gaze. The colour of her large eyes was what I can only describe as liquid black, full of mystery and mischief. Her full and reddened lips beckoned to me with every word she spoke. I was in danger of being mesmerized by this woman!

I was on the verge of blushing over her compliment as we sat down. "It's my Scandinavian heritage," I mumbled. "I took the liberty of ordering you a double-double coffee," I explained as she gazed on the cup in front of her.

"Thank you, that's perfect!" she smiled as she unlaced her fingers and folded her hand around the cup to take a sip. She looked up at me and smiled. I damn nearly melted right there.

As I looked at her, I noted some beautiful gold chains around her neck and some exquisite rings on her fingers, but the left ring had been left conspicuously naked with no indentation from where a band once sat. I noted this piece of information and squirreled it away for later.

"You're really sweet, Whiteboi! I like the way you phrase things and think I can work with you," she smiled. "Since you're new to this, you probably have no idea about what you want to do and where you want to go.

"None whatsoever," I replied to her while gazing at her through my clear blue eyes. "I was thinking to dabble in it a little. It looks interesting, though."

"What do you find most interesting?" she asked.

"The idea of black dominion piqued my interest," I admitted.

"Hmm," she intoned with cocked eyebrow. "That should prove interesting," she giggled.

Now, the way I usually do this is to have a boi, like yourself, come to my house to learn about their newly found place in society. I help them prepare their bodies and minds for their brave, new world."

"It sounds reasonable," I thought. "How do you do that?" I asked, now intrigued by what she was saying and wanted to know as much about the subject as I could.

"Oh, there are various ways, depending on what is required," smiled Virginia. "There is a fairly common theme, however. That's just to open your mind and accepting what's going on both within and without you body. You're part way there as it is. You mentioned that you had already experimented with your wife's clothes? Do you want to continue in that vein?"

I reddened slightly at the recollection of the comment. "Yes," I replied quietly.

"How did women's clothes make you feel," she asked as she took a sip of her drink.

I thought for a moment before answering. I didn't know anything about it. I had just tried a few things on. "The materials are definitely more comfortable than in men's clothes," I confessed, "I did like the feel of silk on my skin."

She looked at me for a moment. "I didn't ask you how they felt on you. I asked how they made you feel," she said quietly.

I must have had a 'deer in the headlights' look on my face because her gaze softened when she saw my confusion. "Did they make you feel weak and feminine?" she asked gently. "Soft and cuddly?"

I thought about it for a moment, how I'd looked in the mirror. "All of the above," I agreed. "They made me feel sexy and desirable," I confessed. I really didn't think I looked too bad in drag.

"I can teach you more about it and explore it with you," she said. "I'll teach you hair, makeup or whatever is needed to help you on your way," she smiled.

Oh! Well, that doesn't seem so bad," I remarked, not really understanding of what I was letting myself in for. "Can I have some time to think about it?"

Oh, yeah Whiteboi," she smiled. "Take all the time you need. Just call the number on this card and I'll come and pick you up," she offered, handing me a grey business card embossed with just a silver phone number.

"Okay," I smiled while rising out of the booth as she did. "It's been great to have coffee with you," I said looking up into her eyes.

"This has been fun," she agreed. "I'm looking forward to seeing you online or hearing from you soon."

"See you soon," I bade as I headed in the direction of home to consider options and my next moves.

The next night, I was inexorably drawn to the chat room. When I arrived, Virginia was in the main room discussing the pros and cons of various chastity cages with a few other women in the room. I sent her a private message saying, "Come with me. I'll make all your dreams come true!" with a tongue-sticking-out emoji beside it.

I saw her type in the main room, "Well, you'll have to excuse me, I have a date to go on!" she finished, then appeared on the private message I'd sent. The laughing emoji was first and then, "Oh Whiteboi! You really know how to crack me up!" The pop up asking me if I wanted to voice, and cam communicate with her appeared on my screen and I clicked the 'ok' button immediately opening a channel between us.

Evening! How's my favorite little Whiteboi this evening?" she greeted in her melted-chocolate- voice that made the hair on my neck stand on end.

I blushed slightly at her complimentary entrance. I was really beginning to like Virginia! "I'm in pretty good shape for the shape I'm in," I joked, and she chuckled.

Well, I guess it's better than having no shape!" she laughed. "On a more serious note, you are really cute, Whiteboi!"

I blushed profusely but was able to stammer out a quiet, "Thank you. You are stunning. Your pictures don't do you justice!"

"Ever sweet Whiteboi!" she gushed. Again, we continued talking into the wee hours of the morning. I found it very easy to talk to Virginia, maybe too easy. She was charming, funny, smart and sexy as all hell with a very soft and accommodating attitude, and she charmed the pants off me, literally.

"Well, the time has come once again, for me to lie down and get some sack time, Virginia. As always, I don't want to leave, but I'm falling asleep sitting here." I explained as I yawned again.

"It's ok, Sugar. We've got all the time in the world," she said. "Have a good sleep, and I'm already looking forward to seeing you tomorrow!"

Now, ordinarily, I would have been questioning what such a beautiful woman would want with me, an under tall, underweight, little, insignificant white boi like me but I was blinded by what I thought was my good fortune. I hadn't taken the moment to look before I leapt and that was going to lead to trouble.

As soon as the connection snapped off and I was gone from the chatroom, I turned on Pornhub to get my daily dose of inter-racial porn. I found one where a black man with a massive cock impaling some poor, screaming white chick from behind. Her blue eyes under her blond hair were facing the camera and were the size of dinner plates. He then grabbed her around the neck and looked like he was forcing more of his immense manhood into her overfull cunt. She screamed and wailed as she got pounded harder than she ever had in her life. He finally nutted in her snatch then flung her aside like yesterday's fish.

I blew my load just as the scene ended, cleaned up and went to bed. It began to occur to me that no other porn had ever gotten me off like inter-racial and that I wasn't really turned on by any other sort of porn anymore now that I had discovered inter-racial. I looked down at my flaccid, pink clitty as I thumbed through other porn images, without effect.

This night, I dreamed I was walking in a forest of big black cocks. Suddenly, they were all chasing me, half bent on getting me to give them head and the other half determined to fuck me. I awoke with a start. "Wow, weird dreams I've been having lately," I thought as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, got up and prepared to start the day.

After having a shower and brushing my teeth, I went downstairs and made myself some pancakes for breakfast, then got my day started. My wife was coming home tomorrow afternoon and I wanted the place spotless for when she walked in. I worked diligently all day tidying and cleaning the house, re-sheeting the bed, vacuuming, washing the floors and the laundry. "It's in pretty good shape if I do say so myself," I thought as I looked around. I was pretty proud of my efforts and rewarded myself with a home-made coffee.

At about eight in the evening, I went and jumped on my computer to see Virginia, who was quickly becoming one of my favorite people. She wasn't there right when I got there, so I settled down to wait. I didn't have to wait long. Her screen name appeared soon after and I sent the invitation to a voice conversation, which was immediately accepted.

"Hi, Whiteboi!" came her beautiful voice through the speakers. "How are you doing this evening?"

"Hi Virginia! Great to see you, as always!" I smiled.

"Always sweet, little Whiteboi!" she giggled.

"My wife comes home tomorrow afternoon, and I really want to spend some time with her, so I may not be around for a day or two, okay?"

"That's great, Hon! You two have a great time!" she smiled. "You've got my card and you know where to find me when you want me!" she giggled.

As had become our custom, we talked well into the night again. She was beautiful all over, mind, body, soul and heart. By this time, after the other secrets I'd shared with her, I trusted her and would have done anything she asked. "You bet I do," I smiled. Maybe the next time my wife goes away to work?" I offered.

"That sounds fantastic! Have a good sleep, Whiteboi. Chat with you soon!" she gushed before logging out of the chat.

The next porn I found to my liking was one of two big, black alphas dominating a little white sissy's sweet ass. Like I said, I'm not gay, but that scene made me really hot. The whiteboi had a cute, well made up, feminine face was wearing a very short blue skirt with white, lacy fringe. His legs were covered in white, white, knit, thigh high stockings and a pair of white, Mary Jane shoes covered his feet. His bouncing little clitty was encased in a metal cage. A pink halter top that was gone soon after the scene started stretched across his chest. There were two huge and very well-hung black studs dressed up in police uniforms to fill out the cast.

As it opened, the sissy was walking down the street. "Stop Sissy!" a masculine, black voice called out. Two large black individuals in police uniforms approached him as he turned around.

"Is there a problem, officers?" he turned and asked.

"Just a routine check, Ma'am." said one of the officers. ID, please. The sissy reached into his purse and brought out a card. One of the officers took the card and worked with his iPad for a moment.

The other cop looked at her. "We'll do a clothing check here too. Lift your skirt!" he ordered. "I need to check your cage!"

The sissy hopped to and lifted his skirt, exposing his milky white thighs and securely caged clit to the man. The officer took the cage in his hand and manipulated the sissy's genitals for a moment. "Good and tight," he said, checking the item off the list.

"You were convicted of not doing your service to the BNWO, cock sleeve, and sentenced to community service!" The other officer's face was frightening as they both put a massive hand on the back of his neck, shoving her forward. "Lets go somewhere private so she can perform some more 'community service!" one cop chuckled to the other as they led their prize away.

They led him down an alley before forcing him to his knees. "I got something you can service, whore!" roared the cop as he stood in front of his prize and unzipped his pants and dragged out his massive member. He snaked his massive paw behind the sissy's head, ferociously gripped his hair and pulled his face toward his manhood. "Open up, Bitch!" he said as he fed the massive head of his big, black cock into his mouth.

"Oh, that looks good!" smiled his partner as he unzipped his own trousers and prepared for his turn. He positioned himself behind her, seized her hips and lifted him to his feet then flipped up his skirt. He glanced down and saw the sissy's white legs and pink asshole then grunted in approval. Tightening his grip, he plunged into his pink, little boi pussy while his partner was halfway down his throat.

The two black alphas fucked the little snow sissy between them mercilessly. As they plunged in and out of him, the joy she was experiencing was quite plain to see. The model appeared to really be enjoying himself with all the moaning, groaning and other sounds he was making.

Suddenly, the man who was fucking her face stiffened then jerked his massive wang out of the sissy's throat and began to spurt great gouts of cum from the tip his magnificent black cock all over the kneeling sissy's face. Sissy closed his eyes, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, trying to catch as much as she could.

I watched almost mesmerized by the action on the screen until I fountained all over and came five or six strong bursts, wasting my seed all over my legs. I then cleaned up from the evening's fun and frolic, brushed my teeth and then went to crawl into bed.

I fell asleep almost immediately and again, the strange dreams were upon me. I was a sissy this time and I was taking my first BBC up my ass. He had a giant cock which seemed to fit in wherever he put it. There was cum all over my ass and face, but I smiled through it. I awoke in the morning with the scene still vivid and fresh in my memory. "I'm becoming more and more gay all the time," I thought with amazement as I found a damp spot on the sheets. 

Ch. 3 The Homecoming

My wife came home the next afternoon. I had a 'Welcome Home' banner up, a welcome home card and a bouquet of flowers already in a vase for her and her favorite dinner on the go. I was really looking forward to seeing her since we had been apart for so long. When she walked in and barely recognized that I was there or any of the preparations I'd made. Understandably so, I was a little dismayed. "Hello?" I said in a state of confusion.