Amanda's Conversion

After she gave the dildo an hour-long charge, she dimmed the lights in her room and squeezed on the black cock dildo. Her hands could barely fit around its circumference, but it was made out of malleable rubber and slightly curved, so she eventually got her hands around it. She had managed to, after all, fit Jamal's thick cock in her hands. As she did this, she bit her lips and licked her lower lip with her tongue, knowing what lay ahead. She slowly knelt on the floor, slowly exposing her glistening pussy, which was, needless to say, by now very wet. Amanda leaned over to her iPhone and turned on the latest hip-hop playlist on her iPhone. She balanced the dildo so the thick bulb was facing her as she gently squatted around it and started to lower herself atop it. She could see her pussydrops falling on the black cock’s tip, and that made her lick her lips and gently smile nervously.

She then squatted deeper, taking around half of the 11 inches of the dildo, and moaned, "Ohhhhhn, fuck khalas, ohhnnn.”

As she started to squat up and down on it, slowly lining the black cock with her pussy juices, the juices started to collect on the carpet.

Her breasts started to dance "flop flop, flap, slap," and Amanda started to hurl out expletives spliced with moans, "fuck, uhn, fuck, Ohn, OHN, fuck, Uh, uhh, UHNN, no!"

Without wasting any time, she grabbed the dildo hastily, laid on her back, put her feet in the air, one on top of the other (to mimic the position she had been gangfucked in weeks ago), and with a strong retractive force holding the dildo with both hands, she drove herself.

She screamed, “Oh my god, my god, what the fuck? So this is what black men do, oh wow, uhhh, UHNN”.

She suddenly felt a pang of pain and got shocked, so she pulled the dildo out immediately. She noticed how the tip of the penis head had her ooze and jizz all over it. It was dripping a gooey substance on her pussycat.

Amanda was grinning at the sight of this, but the pain continued, so she got alarmed and stood up.

She wondered, “I probably hit what they call the G spot, oh god.”.

She found a small switch at the base of the dildo. It was white-colored, and it was set to 0. She slid it to 1, and it started to throb. The penis head in particular was animatronically built to throb in and out in a piston fashion. She starred at it and immediately got flashbacks of Tyrone, Wesley, and Jamal’s piston fucking her pussy against her will. Lost in her gaze and smiling cheekily, she recalled the sensations and events that changed her life a few weeks ago. She now wanted the real thing so badly again. While standing, as if not to waste any more time, Amanda stuck the pulsating black dildo back inside her vagina and fucked it for another thirty minutes, creating a massive puddle of squirt and jazz on the dorm room carpet. She came in wave after wave of orgasms. Her legs would shake while being held up by a chair she had placed them on, gently training her abdominal muscles. As she would come, she would see her abs strain and her nipples harden. Her butt would shake each time she would orgasm, as if she were twerking involuntarily. The mere sight of this would have probably gotten black men very aroused, resulting in unforeseen consequences for her. She collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. The dildo was still on, pulsating and vibrating on the carpet next to her.

Unable to get up fully when she was done, she lay back down and looked towards the door, which, to her surprise, she had forgotten to close. It opened slightly, and to Amanda's shock, she could see an eye peering at her through the crack in the open door. Her adrenaline filled, and she stood up in a lurch! She felt it could've been Jacinda, but to her shock, none other than Jamal rushed in, shutting the door behind him.

Amanda screamed, “Why are you here? Do you want to **** me against my will, you bastard!?”

He said, “If I ***** you, why didn’t you file a complaint with the dean? I’m here because your vagina called for me, and besides, I've yet to taste your ass. I don’t want to share next time.”

He moved closer to Amanda, towering over her and looking around. He noticed the black dildo in the distance, still vibrating. He glanced back at Amanda, who was now visibly embarrassed. Before he could say what she knew he was going to say, she leaned over and touched his arms, conceding

“I want both you and Tyrone to break me my ass." “I can’t deny my physiological responses to strong black men, especially the ones that take control of me.”

Jamal asked, “Are you a slut for black dick?”

Amanda was silent and looked down in embarrassment. Then she slowly moved her gaze at his pants, noticing an obvious bulge, and then slowly to his eyes. “I want to ride that big black dick until it makes me squirt. Then I want to suck the semen out of you until you are dry.” Amanda said it in her sexy, deeper-than-usual voice. “Does that answer your question?”

She bit her lower lip. Jamal said nothing, turned around, took her phone, and put his number in hers. “I’ll call you soon; you better work that pussy in the mean time so you’re ready for what awaits,” he said in an authoritative voice as he starred down at her standing before him, with her arms by her side.

She kept on staring at him intently while now gently caressing her labia. Her wide, curvaceous hips weren't lost on Jamal, coupled with her large, bulbous breasts with nipples hard and one foot standing on her toes with the other down. Her pussycat was pulsating and warm to her touch. It was red from the masturbation session earlier. It was still wet, and he could see this. Her gaze hadn’t left his eyes, as if she were petrified, but she was turned on by his dominant presence and what he had done to her weeks ago. To her surprise, he reached out and took Amanda by the neck. She gasped, and her eyes widened. Her hands clasped on to his left hand, holding her neck.

"Was he going to **** me right here?" she thought in fear.

Her partial smile turned to a stoic look as she let out a moan. He coldly made her feel uneasy, but she felt helpless because of his physicality. As he continued to hold on to her with his left hand, he lowered his right hand and unzipped his jeans. Immediately, his large black cock poured out as if gasping for air.

Amanda winched as he tore her hand off of his left arm and forced her to grab a hold of his penis. Confused but aroused, she said, “Wha... What do you want me to do?”

He now started to choke her neck with her left hand, and she instinctively started to stroke his now very erect black dick, hoping this was what he wanted.

“That’s right, you black cock slut. Jack me off here.” He said it in a deep, baritone voice.

She struggled to find balance as he was holding her up from her neck, and her toes were flopping around, barely able to touch the carpet below her.

He continued choking her, “Guck, guck, uahghh..guck.”.

She continued to stroke his giant member back and forth. Enjoying it more now, she increased her pace and started to tug at his big black cock, which she could barely fit in her tiny, petite hand. This continued for a few minutes, at which point his hips started to shake and he started to grunt. She knew what was about to happen, so she instinctively gestured to the floor, wanting to kneel down and swallow his warm load. He didn’t let her, and she looked at him with a sense of panic. He instead ejaculated all over her feminine hands and arms and let go of her neck simultaneously.

"Ohhhnnnn, my god... Jamal ohnnn….wow..wow, you’re all over me,” she smiled and claimed nervously as she caught her breath.

“Now stick your hand with my semen in it into your vagina. Train your womb for my seed, Amanda. Next time, we will continue.”

He zipped his jeans up and left, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh wow," she muttered to herself.

She looked down at her right hand, which had stroked him off. It was covered in a warm, slimy, and sticky substance. His sperm had started to streak down her finger tips and was dripping on the carpet below her feet. She put her fingers in her mouth and started to lick them one by one. She gestured her head upward, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was very aroused by his manly juice. She lay down on her back and brought her legs close to her stomach, collecting her feet together with her left hand. This was a similar position that Tyrone, Jamal, and Wesley had ***** her in a few nights ago. She then started to thrust her cum-covered right hand and arm into her now very accommodating pussycat.

“WHAP WHAP WHAP FROSH SLAP WHAP," Amanda violently masturbated herself.

“Oh…WHAP…ohn..FRAP…no…ohnn…WHAP WHAP…OH god im going to cum hard on his big…black…ohn god” she chanted and screamed, her legs now crossed over each other, feet shaking and pussy farting relentlessly. She pulled her now very elastic and purple-colored labia up and started to tug at it as she continued to cum. She flipped over, convulsing with her ass and hips now thrusting against the wet carpet under her. She was a total mess.

Once she was finished, she got up and, along the way to the sink, picked up the dildo, which had stopped vibrating, indicating it had run out of battery. As she frantically tried to clean up the mess left behind her on the carpet, she wondered what Jamal had meant earlier when he said he didn’t like to share. Her phone buzzed. She thought it must’ve been Jamal who had left his number on her phone. As she walked towards her phone, she instead saw an SMS from Omar.

It read something along the lines of "baby, good news, I will be coming to...”.

Emotionless, she swiped right to read the whole text message, and it read that Omar would be paying her a surprise visit for a week in college. She had mixed emotions. On one hand, she did want to keep things going with Omar, as she had rationalized her addiction to strong black men as a phase and knew she wouldn’t end up with a black guy long-term, let alone dating one. On the other hand, Omar was her height, around 5 feet 8 inches, and small in stature. Jamal and Tyrone wouldn’t have even noticed him in a brightly lit room. While she had never seen Omar’s penis, he did say often that size didn’t matter, almost as if trying to prepare her to expect the worst. While Omar was sweet, he didn’t invoke any primal responses in Amanda anymore. Previously, she didn't know what such responses were. As a biology student, she had wisened up and, against her will, received significant sexual training recently too. Her body needed more than Omar's. Although she had gotten aroused while kissing him at times, her pussycat and vaginal walls never pulsated at the sight of another man like they did in the presence of black men.

She wrote back, “Great hun, I can’t wait to see you!” and switched her phone off, calling it an evening.

To be continued.