“It’s stupid to hold somebody responsible for something their ancestors did before they were even born,” Kent asserted. “And besides, it’s racist to treat all white people like they’re bad anyway.”
Mandy smiled almost pityingly as if he just didn’t get it. “I’m not saying we’re responsible for slavery. Just that we’ve benefited from a system that was built on slavery. We must make it up to the people who are still affected by it, and the least we can do is apologize for it.”
Kent rolled his eyes. This always happened whenever anything even remotely related to politics or social issues came up. He normally really liked Mandy. She was pretty, smart, funny, and into all the same sort of geeky stuff he was. He thought her glasses made her look cute and nerdy. She had a goth look going, between her dark hair, the dark lipstick she liked to wear, the stud she had on her nose, the key she wore like jewelry hanging from her necklace, and the tattoos she had all over her arm. Kent didn’t know why, but he was pretty into all of that. Not to mention she had a damn nice body, especially her long, smooth legs and her incredible bubble butt that was accentuated by the tight leggings she always wore. However, she was also a typical white, liberal college girl. Kent still thought of her as a good friend, but it was hard to look past the nonsense she always spewed.
“You should come by one of my student union meetings,” she suggested. “You might learn something.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need the condescension,” Kent replied.
“I can send you a couple of articles, then,” Mandy went on. “They might explain it better than I can. That’ll be your homework for tonight.” That was a little joke she always made whenever she said she was going to send him something she wanted him to read.
“Whatever.” Kent picked up his controller. “Let’s just keep playing.”
Mandy smiled, gripping her controller. “Sure.”
“That freshman I told you about tried to correct the professor again today,” Kent said, already laughing to himself as he recalled the incident.
Mandy smiled. “You serious? What was it about this time?” She and Kent were having coffee on campus, as they often did after their first class of the day. They didn’t take many of the same classes because their majors were different, but they still liked to chat about school sometimes.
“We were looking at this table that had a ‘degrees’ column, and it had Fahrenheit, Celsius, and Kelvin. The guy just couldn’t resist raising his hand to say ‘It’s not degrees Kelvin, it’s just Kelvin,’ as if everybody in the lecture hall didn’t already know that.”
Mandy laughed good-naturedly. “Sounds like that annoying neckbeard who keeps hitting on me in the library.”
Kent chuckled and shook his head. He’d heard many stories about the unfortunate ‘neckbeard’ who constantly tried to get a little too friendly with her.
“So, did you have a chance to check out those articles I sent you last night?” Mandy asked. They hadn’t been discussing anything related to their argument the day before, but she’d still decided to bring it up.
Kent’s mood instantly dropped. “Yep,” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. He hadn’t been surprised when she’d sent him articles to read like she’d said she would. He knew they’d all be the same kind of bullshit she always sent him, but he’d read them anyway. Even if he disagreed with Mandy on some things, he still respected her opinion, so he was at least willing to do the ‘homework’ she gave him.
“And?” Mandy asked expectantly.
Kent shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t heard before.”
Mandy kind of nodded her head back and forth. “Well, I guess I didn’t expect to change your mind right away. I didn’t understand it all at first, either. It’s a process.”
Kent lowered his eyelids in annoyance. As far as he was concerned, she was acting like she was 100% correct, and he was just too stupid to get it right away. Mandy could be like this sometimes. She was friendly and she meant well, but she had a penchant for bluntly speaking her mind, even if that meant saying something extremely condescending. This particular quirk of hers had led some of their other friends to speculate that she might have been mildly autistic or something, but Kent didn’t believe that. She was just too honest for her good.
“So, how’d your psych project go?” Kent asked, changing the subject. Talking about school was always more pleasant than talking about politics. Anything was more pleasant than talking about politics.
Kent had known Mandy since freshman year. They’d been put in the same dorm building, and they’d ended up in the same group of friends, mostly because the two of them and a few others in their dorm liked the same TV shows and video games. He’d always had something of a crush on her. Quite often, he’d considered asking her out, but the little arguments they’d get into here and there had always kept him from making a move.
However, one Friday night in their junior year, he finally made up his mind. For months, they’d gotten along perfectly well, without even a single argument. He found himself thinking about her constantly. She looked so beautiful whenever he managed to make her laugh, and she was just plain pleasant to be around. And so, after a great night out at a comedy club they’d gone to with a few of their other friends, he invited her back to his off-campus apartment to hang out.
“God, that was so funny,” Mandy said, pulling her coat off and hanging it up. As she did so, her perfect ass clad in tight black leggings came into view. Kent couldn’t help but stare.
“Yeah, it was,” Kent replied. “You want something to drink?”
“I could go for a beer, thanks.” Mandy made her way over to the couch and plopped herself down on it.
“You got it.”
After grabbing two beers from the fridge, Kent returned to the living room and sat down beside Mandy, handing her a bottle. They’d initially planned to play something together, but they got to talking and never ended up turning on the TV.
“Hey, Mandy, listen.” Kent turned on the couch to face her, deciding now was as good a time as ever. “You wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?” He was nervous, but she seemed to be in a good mood, so he liked his chances.
However, Mandy’s reaction was not what he wanted to see. She grimaced, smiling apologetically. “Oh. Sorry, but no,” she said. “You’re great and all, but I don’t date white guys.”
Kent paused. What she’d said had sounded so insane, he figured he must have misheard her. “Excuse me?” he asked incredulously.
“Yeah. Sorry, I figured you knew.”
Thinking about it, for as long as Kent had known her, the only three guys he’d seen her date had been black. “Are you fucking serious?” he asked, getting a little angry. “That’s so fucking racist.”
Mandy raised her hands disarmingly. “I can see why you’d think that, but believe me, it’s not like that.”
“Oh really? Then why? Why don’t you date white guys?” Kent asked, not believing what he was hearing.
“Well, for one, the idea that white girls have to date white guys is an outdated, patriarchal custom that promotes white supremacy,” she replied, immediately sounding like she was giving him a lecture. “But, also, black men are just better lovers.”
Kent scoffed, disgusted by what she was saying. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
“No, really,” she continued. “They have bigger dicks, they have more stamina, they’re stronger, more confident, more dominant…”
“What the fuck,” was all Kent could think to say. He knew she could be blunt and way too honest, but this was absurd even for her.
“Kent, it’s okay. I’m not trying to insult you or anything,” she insisted. “It’s just a fact.”
“It is not.”
“Yes, it is. Here, look. I’ll show you. Where’s your laptop?”
Kent rolled his eyes. “It’s over there.” He pointed to the laptop on the dining table in the other room.
Mandy climbed to her feet and went to retrieve it. Despite his anger, Kent couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked away.
“Here.” She plopped herself back down on the couch once she had the laptop, sitting closer to Kent so she could show him the screen. He was expecting her to pull up some unsourced, pseudo-scientific article with an ‘average penis size’ chart or something. However, to his surprise, she went to Pornhub.
“Wha--?”
“Just watch.” Mandy typed ‘BBC’ into the search bar. A ton of search results popped up, and she clicked on one of the first videos that appeared. She skipped a few minutes into the video, and Kent’s mouth dropped.
The video showed an extremely pretty young blonde girl on her knees on the floor in front of a black guy who was sitting on the couch. She looked up at him, smiling eagerly as her hands fumbled with his belt. Once she had it undone, she pulled his pants down. She gasped in shock, and at the same time, Kent’s mouth hung open. The man’s cock was huge.
“Oh my god…” the girl in the video said, almost reverently. She placed her hands on the man’s dick, beginning to stroke it up and down. The fact that she had both hands on it and it still wasn’t completely covered was not lost on Kent. “It’s so big…” the girl cooed.
Kent watched, transfixed, as the handjob the girl gave her co-star transitioned into a slow, sensual, worshipful blowjob. It took Kent a few minutes to realize he was staring at a porn video with his crush sitting right next to him. Turning his head, he found Mandy staring at him with a knowing smile on her face.
“See?” she said, with a sort of ‘told you so’ attitude.
“E-Eh…” Kent struggled to respond. “Mandy, he’s a pornstar. Of course, he’s bigger than me. Er, bigger than average,” he corrected himself, blushing a little in embarrassment over what he’d just said.
Mandy shook her head. “It’s not just the pornstars. Look.” Scrolling down the page, she found an amateur video and clicked on it. A new video popped up. This one appeared to have been filmed with a handheld camera, but it also showed a white girl sucking a black man’s dick, and he was almost as big as the pornstar.
“Will you stop that?” Kent pulled the laptop away from his friend and shut it closed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked with some concern. “You don’t like interracial porn?”
“You’re right, I don’t. Oh, wait, let me guess. That makes me racist, right?” he asked sarcastically.
Mandy grimaced and nodded her head back and forth. “Well, I mean, yeah… But it’s not your fault! A lot of white guys feel insecure about it at first.”
“I am not insecure,” Kent asserted.
“Then why don’t you watch it?”
“Mandy…” Kent breathed in and sighed exasperatedly. “Mandy, I think you should go home now.” The night had certainly not gone as he’d planned, and he did not want to continue this conversation any further.
Mandy glanced between him and the laptop. “Well, alright. I’ll go,” she said, standing up off of the couch. “But I think you should watch a few more of those videos. You might learn something.” She smiled. “That’ll be your homework for tonight.”
“Mandy, just go,” Kent insisted, not in the mood.
“Kay. Sorry,” Mandy replied, letting out a slight giggle. “Have fun.”
Kent could once again not avoid staring at her ass as she walked over to the door, put her coat on, and left. “Bye!” She waved to him as she stepped out the door.
Kent leaned back into the couch and sighed again. That had been one of the most unpleasant experiences he’d ever had with her. And yet, he noticed he had an erection that was straining against his pants. His eyes glanced between the tent in his pants and the laptop on the coffee table in front of him.
It’s because of Mandy. Not those videos.
Nevertheless, he leaned forward to open his laptop. He hadn’t closed the tab, so Pornhub was still open. He stared for a moment at the paused video. Nervously, he glanced over to the door, as if he expected Mandy to be peeking back in at him.
She thought about what she’d said. In a way, it was much more extreme than the social or political nonsense she usually spouted. But, as insane as it was, she seemed to genuinely believe it. He considered if he should at least give her the benefit of the doubt and do the ‘homework’ assignment she’d given him. If nothing else, at least he’d be able to honestly rebut her claims.
Sighing with resignation, Kent scrolled down and clicked on a random video.
Kent didn’t speak to Mandy for a week after that. It had been a lot to process. He’d been rejected in what was probably the worst way he could’ve imagined. On top of that, his good friend had revealed herself to be a genuine racist. She’d said some sketchy things about her thoughts on white people in the past, but never anything quite so extreme.
That’s why Kent was so surprised when, the next time he saw Mandy, she acted like nothing was wrong. She wasn’t apologetic, she didn’t ask if things were alright between them, or anything like that.
“Hey, Kent!” she greeted him cheerily, suddenly appearing at his side just as he was leaving campus.
“Um… Hi, Mandy.” Kent wasn’t quite sure what to say to her. He’d thought about her pretty much nonstop for the last week, but he hadn’t even considered if he should still be mad at her or anything.
“What’s up?” she asked, cutely adjusting her glasses and her backpack strap as she walked beside him.
“Just heading home,” he replied.
“Cool. I’m done for the day, too. Can I come over?” she asked. It wasn’t unusual for her to invite herself over, or at least it hadn’t been before. “I’m in the mood for some gaming.”
Kent couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. This girl was so shameless, it was absurd. “You know what… fine. Let’s go.”
For the next few hours, everything was back to normal. Kent and Mandy competed against each other in a couple of different games and had a damn fun time with it. Neither mentioned anything about the last time she’d been over.
However, that did not last forever.
“Oh, man, this is not my night.” Mandy laughed and put her controller down. She picked up her third beer of the night and snapped off the cap.
“Yeah, you’re pretty trash tonight,” Kent agreed, taking his beer and clinking it against hers. They both took a drink.
“Mm. Oh, by the way,” Mandy began as if she’d just thought of something. “Did you watch any more of those videos?” She took another drink, acting completely casual about everything.
Kent froze. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye, suddenly feeling absurdly awkward. “A bit, yeah,” he admitted, deciding not to lie to her.
“Awesome!” Mandy replied, sounding happy for him. “So? What’d you think?”
Kent swayed his head back and forth noncommittally. “I still don’t like it.”
Many raised an eyebrow. “Well, how much did you watch?”
“Only, like, one or two.”
“Which ones?”
Kent sighed in frustration. “It’s not like I’m gonna remember.”
Mandy turned and spotted Kent’s laptop on the coffee table. “Well, let’s see.”
Kent’s eyes opened wide in panic. “Mandy, what are you doing?”
Mandy didn’t answer. She opened Kent’s laptop, opened the browser, then opened Kent’s internet history.
“Whoaaa!” Mandy laughed.
“Mandy, give me--” Kent tried to reach for the laptop, but Mandy held it out of his reach.
“Holy shit, dude! You said you watched, like, one or two. There are dozens in here. Blacked, Blacked Raw, Jules Jordan, Dogfart…” She looked him in the eye with a playful smile on her face. “Is this all you’ve been watching for the last week?”
Kent was thoroughly mortified. “Mandy, give me my laptop.”
“What’s the big deal? Interracial’s all I watch, too,” she told him as if that was supposed to alleviate his embarrassment.
“Well, it’s different for you!”
“Why? Because I’m a girl?”
“Yes!”
Mandy giggled and shrugged. “So fucking what? Tons of whiteboys watch Interracial nowadays. It’s practically the default now. Besides, isn’t it way better than white-on-white?”
“Will you--” Kent finally stretched over her and snatched his laptop out of her hands, slamming it closed and putting it on the ground next to the couch, out of her reach.
“Oh, come on, dude. Between your internet history and that--” she said, pointing down at the obvious tent in his pants. “You gonna try and say you’re not into it?”
Kent turned his body away from her and crossed his legs in embarrassment, which only made Mandy giggle again. “I am not into it. I just checked it out because you wanted me to.”
“Well, I didn’t say you had to spend a whole week jerking off to nothing but big black cock, did I?” she asked with a laugh.
“Fine! I liked it, but not because the guys were black,” Kent replied. “It was just good porn. It’s not like I was focused on the dude’s dick, anyway. I would’ve enjoyed it just as much if it were a white guy with a black girl. The contrast is kind of nice, I guess. ”
“Contrast,” Mandy repeated with a giggle as if she found his denial cute. “Why didn’t you watch anything with a white guy and a black girl?”
Kent was silent.
Mandy laughed. “Come on. Admit it. I was right. Black dick is better.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Oh really? In all those vids, think about how satisfied those girls were. The way they moaned, screamed, and worshipped those big black cocks. Have you ever seen a girl do that for a little white dick?”
Kent tried to think about it. That had to have been how girls always acted in porn, right? Whether it was with white guys or black guys. He searched his memory for a video where the girls acted like that, but he came up empty.
“Exactly,” Mandy said victoriously when he failed to answer. “And think about how big those black cocks were. I bet you didn’t see a single one under eight inches. How big are you?”
“I-I don’t know,” Kent replied. “I’ve never measured.”
Mandy raised an eyebrow, giving him a ‘bitch, please’ face. “Kent, come on. All guys measure.”
“...About six inches.”
Mandy raised her eyebrow even further, clearly not buying it.
Kent sighed. “...Five inches.”
“See? What did I tell you?” Mandy sounded super proud of herself. “Black cocks are big. White dicks are small.”
“It’s not small. It’s average,” Kent insisted.
“Okay, fine. Average,” Mandy relented. “But in this day and age, women don’t have to settle for average anymore. We want big, and we’re gonna get big. That’s why I don’t date whiteboys anymore.”
Kent didn’t know what to say. He stared off into space angrily.
“Are you mad?” Mandy asked.
“Of course I am!”
“Well, sorry, but I’m just being honest,” Mandy insisted. “It’s not like there’s anything wrong with being small-- er, average. I just think it’s a pretty patriarchal way of thinking to believe you’re owed sex just because you don’t have the very smallest dick around.”
“You’re fucking insane, you know that?”
“Oh, come on.” Mandy huffed, a little offended herself now. “You saw those girls in those videos. You think any girl should deny herself that kind of pleasure just so she won’t bruise a few whiteboy egos?”
“Well if you hate white boys so much, why are you even friends with me?” Kent asked, still absolutely appalled by everything he was hearing.
“You think I hate you just because I won’t fuck you? It’s my body, Kent. I can do what I want with it.”
“I’m not--” Kent let out a frustrated sigh. He had no idea what to say now.
“Look, I understand.” Mandy put her hand on Kent’s shoulder, speaking softly and sympathetically. “I’ve read all about this. A lot of white guys react this way when they’re first exposed to interracial porn. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It just takes time for your brain to be deprogrammed of all the racist assumptions you were raised on.”
“Stop fucking calling me racist.”
Mandy took her hand off of him. “Alright,” she said. “But I still think the best first step for you would be to just admit to yourself that black men make better lovers. You’ve already seen plenty of proof of it. Being in denial like this is only going to make you more frustrated.”
Kent glared at her. He wanted to tell her she was full of shit, but he couldn’t bring himself to form words.
“Fine. How about we make a bet?” she suggested. “We’ll watch one video together. If it makes you pop off, you have to admit black is better.”
Kent couldn’t believe what she was suggesting. Did she want to watch porn with him? After she refused to date him? “And what do I get if I win?”
Mandy peered at him above her glasses, suddenly giving him a smoldering, flirty look. “If you win, you get to fuck me,” she said, biting her lower lip.
Kent nearly gasped, his eyes opening wide with shock. This girl was crazy.
“Come on.” Mandy got up, turned around, and sat her ass down on his lap. “You think I don’t see you checking out my ass, like, every day?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as she ground against his obvious hard-on. “If you’re right, then you should win easily, right? You’ll get to be the first white cock to get into my pussy in over five years. What do you say?”
“...F-Fine. You’re on.”
Mandy smiled deviously as if she’d successfully gotten him to walk right into her trap. “Awesome. Gimme your laptop. I know a vid that’s gonna blow your whiteboy mind.”
Kent rolled his eyes, determined not to let her win. Reaching over the side of the couch, he retrieved his laptop and handed it to her. She immediately pulled up Pornhub, typed something into the search bar, and found the video she was looking for. She then stood up and walked over to the TV. Bending over, she unplugged a cable from Kent’s game console, then moved it over to the laptop.
As she was bent over in front of his TV, Kent could not stop himself from staring at her ass in those amazingly tight leggings she wore. After a moment, he realized she was looking over her shoulder at him, wearing a smirk on her face as she caught him red-handed. “Go ahead and look,” she said, wiggling her ass invitingly. “I never mind whiteboys looking, as long as they don’t touch.”
“Racist bitch,” Kent said, but he didn’t take his eyes off her ass.
Mandy laughed as she finished setting up the laptop. “You’re gonna be eating those words.”
When she was finished, she returned to the couch and plopped her fine ass down right next to Kent, her arm resting delicately on his leg. “You ready?” she asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be…” Kent replied, feeling even more awkward than he’d expected.
“You haven’t seen this one already, have you?”
Kent read the title of the video. ‘BLACKED Preppy Girl Threesome Get Three BBCs’.
“No,” he said, not recognizing it.
Mandy smiled wickedly. “I’m surprised, but that’s good. This is one of my favorites. You’re gonna love it. It’s, like, the whiteboy breaker.”
Kent narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck?”
“You’ll see. Trust me.” She leaned forward and put her hand on the wireless mouse that was still on the coffee table, then clicked ‘play’ on the video. “Let’s go!”
The video began with the same kind of intro Kent had seen on several other Blacked videos. It started with a few shots of hot white girls, then quickly turned to shots of girls sucking, fucking, and moaning on black dick. Then the Blacked.com logo showed up, along with the familiar voiceover of a woman saying ‘Blacked dot com’ out loud.
“Wow, already?” Mandy commented, her eyes on the tent in Kent’s pants. She giggled. “We’re only twenty seconds in! This is gonna be the easiest bet of my life.”
Kent shifted his position, trying to hide his boner.
“I don’t blame you. With how much you’ve been binging BBC porn this week, it’s gotta be a Pavlovian response at this point, right?” Mandy asked with a wry smile.
Kent ignored her, keeping his eyes on the video. After the intro, it began with some basic porn-level acting to set up the scene. Three gorgeous, blonde, white girls walked into a sorority house, where another girl told them they would be participating in some sort of initiation. Kent never cared too much about the lame scenarios they put at the front of porn scenes, so he began to lose interest.
However, things soon heated up. The girl who was running things called “Come on in!” and walked off-screen. The camera focused on a door, which opened to reveal three handsome black guys who confidently strolled into the room, followed by a reaction shot of all three sorority girls gasping.
Beside Kent on the couch, Mandy moaned. He glanced over and saw her delicately rubbing one finger between her legs. Catching his eye, she winked at him. “It’s about to start.”
Each girl paired up with one of the black guys. All three pairs stood in a line, sensually kissing as they rubbed each other’s bodies. The girls seemed eager to undress and get to work. Much more eager than any girl Kent had ever seen when she was with a white guy. Before long, the girls were down to their underwear, and the guys were all naked, continuing to make out with the girls while the girls gave them standing handjobs. Kent immediately noticed the size.
He couldn’t deny he was horny. They were less than five minutes in, and Kent’s cock was straining in his pants. If it wasn’t for the fact that Mandy was there, he would’ve started jerking off by now for sure. However, he had to hold out.
“Brace yourself, whiteboy,” Mandy said with a smirk.
A moment later, the girls all dropped to their knees and sank their mouths into those big, fat, black cocks.
“Holy shit.” Kent couldn’t stop himself from letting a reaction slip in a whispered voice. His body tensed up, and his hands clamped down on the couch.
“I know, right?” Mandy replied, licking her black-painted lips. Standing up from the couch, she slipped her hands down the sides of her tight black leggings. “I need to get a little more comfortable. You don’t mind, do you?” Mandy glanced over her shoulder and smirked at the look of shock on Kent’s face. She then bent forward, sticking her ass in his face as she pulled down her leggings and stepped out of them. Beneath her pants, she wore a pair of lacy black panties with white trim. Kent also saw for the first time that she had a tattoo of a spade with the letter Q in the middle of it on her right ass cheek, the kind you’d see on a queen in a deck of playing cards. “Remember, whiteboy. Look, but don’t touch,” she reminded him, twerking her ass a few bounces for good measure.
“Shut up…” Kent replied, blushing red and turning away.
Mandy plopped her thicc white ass back down on the couch and spread her legs. She then immediately slipped her hand down the front of her panties and started rubbing, enjoying the action on screen. “Mmmm…” she moaned.
Kent gulped, his eyes switching back and forth between Mandy’s masturbation and the triple BBC blowjob happening on screen. His hands gripped the couch tighter. He’d never needed to masturbate more than in that moment.
“You’re not gonna jerk off?” Mandy asked.
Kent shook his head. “Don’t need to,” he insisted.
“You sure? You look tense right now, dude,” Mandy commented with some concern in her voice. “Seriously, just relax and do what comes naturally.”
“No. I don’t wanna do that in front of you,” Kent argued.
Mandy laughed. “Kent, it’s fine. You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s not like I expect you to stack up against BBC.”
“Would you st…” Kent trailed off, distracted by what was happening in the video.
On-screen, the white girls stopped sucking long enough for the black men to move over to the bed. All three of them took a seat on the end of the bed, then lay back. Meanwhile, the white girls knelt in front of their men and resumed worshipping their big black cocks, slurping and sucking while staring into their partner’s eyes with reverence. The camera moved between several angles, eventually settling on a view of the three girls from the front, each hard at work jerking and sucking BBC, all while moaning in pleasure.
Kent flinched when he felt Mandy’s hands on his shoulders, lightly massaging him. “Look at that,” she whispered into his ear. “Look at the way they worship those BBCs. Isn’t that just the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?” With one hand, she reached down to his crotch, putting her hand on his tent and lightly rubbing it. “See how stiff you are?”
“S-Stop…” Kent half-heartedly struggled, but didn’t try to stop her.
Mandy giggled. “It’s alright. It’s natural to get turned on. Interracial is just the hottest sex. Lots of whiteboys get off to it nowadays, I’m not kidding. You love it, so why don’t you just relax and enjoy it?”
Kent breathed heavily. He needed to make it through 40 minutes of video to win the bet, which he thought would’ve been easy as long as he didn’t jerk off. But they were less than 15 minutes in now, and he was feeling desperate.
Mandy pinched Kent’s fly between her fingers. Maintaining eye contact with him, she slowly unzipped his pants. He didn’t tell her to stop, hoping that maybe this could be a prelude to a handjob. With his fly open, Mandy reached into his pants and fished out his cock. As expected, he was rock hard. She pinched the tip of it between two fingers to hold it straight up.
“So you’re not into BBC, huh?” Mandy asked with a smirk.
“Mandy…” Kent moaned, annoyed by her insinuation, and also feeling like he was already on the verge of cumming just from her touching him.
A moan from the video caused Mandy to turn her attention back to the screen. For a couple of minutes, she seemed to forget Kent was even there. Still pinching the tip of his dick with one hand, her other hand went back between her legs, and Kent was treated to the sight of her pleasuring herself while she watched three white girls her age worship black cock together.
The scene faded to a shot of the girls riding their black partners, eliciting a moan out of both Mandy and Kent. Mandy seemed to remember Kent was in the room, and looked back to him. “You sure you don’t wanna jerk off?”
Kent slowly nodded.
Mandy giggled. She held one hand next to the base of Kent’s cock and one hand next to the tip of it like she was measuring its size. Looking back at the screen, she lifted one of her hands higher, as if she were measuring another, larger dick to compare. She then locked eyes with Kent, making sure he got the measure she was sending. “And you wonder why I don’t fuck with whiteboys.”
“You don’t have to insult me like that,” Kent complained, yet he did not attempt to stop her or to remove himself from the situation.
“Yeah, I do.” Mandy gave him a playful smile. “It’s all part of the process. And, hey, I’m just being honest here. Can’t expect me to lie just to make whiteboys feel better about themselves.”
“Quit saying shit like that!”
A moan from the video drew their attention. It now showed two of the girls from behind as they rode their respective partners. “You like that cock?” one girl asked the other, eliciting an affirmative moan in response.
One by one, Mandy slowly wrapped her thumb and two of her fingers around Kent’s incredibly stiff member. He made eye contact with her, and she gave him the most seductive look he’d ever seen from her.
“I don’t usually do this for whiteboys,” Mandy said, nearly in a whisper. “So this is a one-time offer. I’ll jerk your little thing while we watch this vid. But, if you lose the bet, you gotta do one more thing for me.”
“W-What?” Kent asked, shaking at the feeling of her delicate hand on his cock.
“Hmm. I hadn’t decided yet.” In an almost ditzy manner, Mandy brought a finger of her free hand to her chin while she thought. She idly turned to watch the video for a few seconds, letting out a soft moan as she admired the way the three black studs on the screen gave it to those preppy white sluts. “Fuck,” Mandy said under her breath.
Kent felt Mandy’s hand tighten slightly on his cock, and he moaned in response. That was enough to get her to remember he was there, and she turned her attention back to him. “How about this? I’ve got a date coming up, and I wanted to pick out a new outfit. If you lose, you buy it for me.”
For a moment, Kent merely sat there, breathing heavily. He knew he was going to say yes, but he didn’t want to be so pathetic as to say it right away. He knew he was going to lose the bet if he did, too, so he knew he was just agreeing to pay her for a handjob. Nevertheless, getting jerked off by Mandy was something he’d fantasized about many times, so he wasn’t going to pass up the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
“Fine,” Kent forced out.
Mandy smiled. “Good whiteboy.” Leaning over, she let a big glob of saliva drip from her black-painted lips onto Kent’s cock. She then stroked it slowly with her three fingers, lubing him up. “Now just lie back and watch those big black cocks destroy those pretty white girls,” she said with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
Kent did just that. He watched those three white sluts moan in pleasure as they were fucked by those huge black cocks. Kent couldn’t help but stare, fascinated by the size of those cocks and by how much the girls seemed to love them. All the while, he felt Mandy’s hand slowly stroking his dick. It was the best thing he’d ever felt.
However, his enjoyment did not last long at all. A few seconds after she’d started, Mandy suddenly increased her speed, jerking Kent’s cock like she wanted to milk him as fast as possible.
“Mandy! Mandy! Wait, wait!”
She ignored him completely, and within seconds, he was shooting his load straight into the air, his cum falling onto her hands and his chest. Mandy kept stroking until he stopped cumming. When he was finished, he lay his head back, panting with exhaustion, still hearing the sounds coming from the Blacked video.
“Thirty seconds with three of my fingers,” Mandy said to him, meeting his eyes and smirking. “Again, you wonder why I only fuck black guys?”
Kent didn’t even argue. What could he even say after a pathetic display like that?
“But you made it halfway through the video!” Mandy added in a congratulatory tone. “That’s pretty good. I’ve heard most whiteboys only make it, like, twelve or thirteen minutes in.” Climbing off of the couch, Mandy stood up. “Gimme one sec. I gotta clean your gross whiteboy load off of my hand.”
Again, Kent did not attempt to respond. Instead, he watched her big white ass jiggle as she walked away. Once she was out of sight, he closed the video on his laptop and tried to sit up straight.
When she returned, she tossed Kent some paper towels, which he used to clean himself up before putting his pants back on. Mandy seemed in no hurry to redress, leaving her discarded leggings on the floor. However, she did retrieve her phone, lifting it and pointing it in Kent’s direction.
“Alright. You lost the bet, so go ahead and say it.”
Kent felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over him. After everything that had happened, she wanted to record him saying it. He sighed. “Black is better.”
For some reason, hearing him say that made the goth girl squeal with excitement. She dropped her phone and dove back onto the couch, wrapping her arms around Kent in a tight hug. She even peppered his cheek with kisses.
“Hey, hey. What?” Kent had no idea how to respond.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Mandy told him, smiling brightly. “This is a big step. Admitting it is the hardest part.”
Kent was confused as hell, and it showed on his face.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” the goth girl assured him, as friendly as could be. “You’ve still got a lot more to learn, but I’ll help you through it every step of the way. Promise.”
Mandy smiled almost pityingly as if he just didn’t get it. “I’m not saying we’re responsible for slavery. Just that we’ve benefited from a system that was built on slavery. We must make it up to the people who are still affected by it, and the least we can do is apologize for it.”
Kent rolled his eyes. This always happened whenever anything even remotely related to politics or social issues came up. He normally really liked Mandy. She was pretty, smart, funny, and into all the same sort of geeky stuff he was. He thought her glasses made her look cute and nerdy. She had a goth look going, between her dark hair, the dark lipstick she liked to wear, the stud she had on her nose, the key she wore like jewelry hanging from her necklace, and the tattoos she had all over her arm. Kent didn’t know why, but he was pretty into all of that. Not to mention she had a damn nice body, especially her long, smooth legs and her incredible bubble butt that was accentuated by the tight leggings she always wore. However, she was also a typical white, liberal college girl. Kent still thought of her as a good friend, but it was hard to look past the nonsense she always spewed.
“You should come by one of my student union meetings,” she suggested. “You might learn something.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need the condescension,” Kent replied.
“I can send you a couple of articles, then,” Mandy went on. “They might explain it better than I can. That’ll be your homework for tonight.” That was a little joke she always made whenever she said she was going to send him something she wanted him to read.
“Whatever.” Kent picked up his controller. “Let’s just keep playing.”
Mandy smiled, gripping her controller. “Sure.”
“That freshman I told you about tried to correct the professor again today,” Kent said, already laughing to himself as he recalled the incident.
Mandy smiled. “You serious? What was it about this time?” She and Kent were having coffee on campus, as they often did after their first class of the day. They didn’t take many of the same classes because their majors were different, but they still liked to chat about school sometimes.
“We were looking at this table that had a ‘degrees’ column, and it had Fahrenheit, Celsius, and Kelvin. The guy just couldn’t resist raising his hand to say ‘It’s not degrees Kelvin, it’s just Kelvin,’ as if everybody in the lecture hall didn’t already know that.”
Mandy laughed good-naturedly. “Sounds like that annoying neckbeard who keeps hitting on me in the library.”
Kent chuckled and shook his head. He’d heard many stories about the unfortunate ‘neckbeard’ who constantly tried to get a little too friendly with her.
“So, did you have a chance to check out those articles I sent you last night?” Mandy asked. They hadn’t been discussing anything related to their argument the day before, but she’d still decided to bring it up.
Kent’s mood instantly dropped. “Yep,” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. He hadn’t been surprised when she’d sent him articles to read like she’d said she would. He knew they’d all be the same kind of bullshit she always sent him, but he’d read them anyway. Even if he disagreed with Mandy on some things, he still respected her opinion, so he was at least willing to do the ‘homework’ she gave him.
“And?” Mandy asked expectantly.
Kent shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t heard before.”
Mandy kind of nodded her head back and forth. “Well, I guess I didn’t expect to change your mind right away. I didn’t understand it all at first, either. It’s a process.”
Kent lowered his eyelids in annoyance. As far as he was concerned, she was acting like she was 100% correct, and he was just too stupid to get it right away. Mandy could be like this sometimes. She was friendly and she meant well, but she had a penchant for bluntly speaking her mind, even if that meant saying something extremely condescending. This particular quirk of hers had led some of their other friends to speculate that she might have been mildly autistic or something, but Kent didn’t believe that. She was just too honest for her good.
“So, how’d your psych project go?” Kent asked, changing the subject. Talking about school was always more pleasant than talking about politics. Anything was more pleasant than talking about politics.
Kent had known Mandy since freshman year. They’d been put in the same dorm building, and they’d ended up in the same group of friends, mostly because the two of them and a few others in their dorm liked the same TV shows and video games. He’d always had something of a crush on her. Quite often, he’d considered asking her out, but the little arguments they’d get into here and there had always kept him from making a move.
However, one Friday night in their junior year, he finally made up his mind. For months, they’d gotten along perfectly well, without even a single argument. He found himself thinking about her constantly. She looked so beautiful whenever he managed to make her laugh, and she was just plain pleasant to be around. And so, after a great night out at a comedy club they’d gone to with a few of their other friends, he invited her back to his off-campus apartment to hang out.
“God, that was so funny,” Mandy said, pulling her coat off and hanging it up. As she did so, her perfect ass clad in tight black leggings came into view. Kent couldn’t help but stare.
“Yeah, it was,” Kent replied. “You want something to drink?”
“I could go for a beer, thanks.” Mandy made her way over to the couch and plopped herself down on it.
“You got it.”
After grabbing two beers from the fridge, Kent returned to the living room and sat down beside Mandy, handing her a bottle. They’d initially planned to play something together, but they got to talking and never ended up turning on the TV.
“Hey, Mandy, listen.” Kent turned on the couch to face her, deciding now was as good a time as ever. “You wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?” He was nervous, but she seemed to be in a good mood, so he liked his chances.
However, Mandy’s reaction was not what he wanted to see. She grimaced, smiling apologetically. “Oh. Sorry, but no,” she said. “You’re great and all, but I don’t date white guys.”
Kent paused. What she’d said had sounded so insane, he figured he must have misheard her. “Excuse me?” he asked incredulously.
“Yeah. Sorry, I figured you knew.”
Thinking about it, for as long as Kent had known her, the only three guys he’d seen her date had been black. “Are you fucking serious?” he asked, getting a little angry. “That’s so fucking racist.”
Mandy raised her hands disarmingly. “I can see why you’d think that, but believe me, it’s not like that.”
“Oh really? Then why? Why don’t you date white guys?” Kent asked, not believing what he was hearing.
“Well, for one, the idea that white girls have to date white guys is an outdated, patriarchal custom that promotes white supremacy,” she replied, immediately sounding like she was giving him a lecture. “But, also, black men are just better lovers.”
Kent scoffed, disgusted by what she was saying. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
“No, really,” she continued. “They have bigger dicks, they have more stamina, they’re stronger, more confident, more dominant…”
“What the fuck,” was all Kent could think to say. He knew she could be blunt and way too honest, but this was absurd even for her.
“Kent, it’s okay. I’m not trying to insult you or anything,” she insisted. “It’s just a fact.”
“It is not.”
“Yes, it is. Here, look. I’ll show you. Where’s your laptop?”
Kent rolled his eyes. “It’s over there.” He pointed to the laptop on the dining table in the other room.
Mandy climbed to her feet and went to retrieve it. Despite his anger, Kent couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked away.
“Here.” She plopped herself back down on the couch once she had the laptop, sitting closer to Kent so she could show him the screen. He was expecting her to pull up some unsourced, pseudo-scientific article with an ‘average penis size’ chart or something. However, to his surprise, she went to Pornhub.
“Wha--?”
“Just watch.” Mandy typed ‘BBC’ into the search bar. A ton of search results popped up, and she clicked on one of the first videos that appeared. She skipped a few minutes into the video, and Kent’s mouth dropped.
The video showed an extremely pretty young blonde girl on her knees on the floor in front of a black guy who was sitting on the couch. She looked up at him, smiling eagerly as her hands fumbled with his belt. Once she had it undone, she pulled his pants down. She gasped in shock, and at the same time, Kent’s mouth hung open. The man’s cock was huge.
“Oh my god…” the girl in the video said, almost reverently. She placed her hands on the man’s dick, beginning to stroke it up and down. The fact that she had both hands on it and it still wasn’t completely covered was not lost on Kent. “It’s so big…” the girl cooed.
Kent watched, transfixed, as the handjob the girl gave her co-star transitioned into a slow, sensual, worshipful blowjob. It took Kent a few minutes to realize he was staring at a porn video with his crush sitting right next to him. Turning his head, he found Mandy staring at him with a knowing smile on her face.
“See?” she said, with a sort of ‘told you so’ attitude.
“E-Eh…” Kent struggled to respond. “Mandy, he’s a pornstar. Of course, he’s bigger than me. Er, bigger than average,” he corrected himself, blushing a little in embarrassment over what he’d just said.
Mandy shook her head. “It’s not just the pornstars. Look.” Scrolling down the page, she found an amateur video and clicked on it. A new video popped up. This one appeared to have been filmed with a handheld camera, but it also showed a white girl sucking a black man’s dick, and he was almost as big as the pornstar.
“Will you stop that?” Kent pulled the laptop away from his friend and shut it closed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked with some concern. “You don’t like interracial porn?”
“You’re right, I don’t. Oh, wait, let me guess. That makes me racist, right?” he asked sarcastically.
Mandy grimaced and nodded her head back and forth. “Well, I mean, yeah… But it’s not your fault! A lot of white guys feel insecure about it at first.”
“I am not insecure,” Kent asserted.
“Then why don’t you watch it?”
“Mandy…” Kent breathed in and sighed exasperatedly. “Mandy, I think you should go home now.” The night had certainly not gone as he’d planned, and he did not want to continue this conversation any further.
Mandy glanced between him and the laptop. “Well, alright. I’ll go,” she said, standing up off of the couch. “But I think you should watch a few more of those videos. You might learn something.” She smiled. “That’ll be your homework for tonight.”
“Mandy, just go,” Kent insisted, not in the mood.
“Kay. Sorry,” Mandy replied, letting out a slight giggle. “Have fun.”
Kent could once again not avoid staring at her ass as she walked over to the door, put her coat on, and left. “Bye!” She waved to him as she stepped out the door.
Kent leaned back into the couch and sighed again. That had been one of the most unpleasant experiences he’d ever had with her. And yet, he noticed he had an erection that was straining against his pants. His eyes glanced between the tent in his pants and the laptop on the coffee table in front of him.
It’s because of Mandy. Not those videos.
Nevertheless, he leaned forward to open his laptop. He hadn’t closed the tab, so Pornhub was still open. He stared for a moment at the paused video. Nervously, he glanced over to the door, as if he expected Mandy to be peeking back in at him.
She thought about what she’d said. In a way, it was much more extreme than the social or political nonsense she usually spouted. But, as insane as it was, she seemed to genuinely believe it. He considered if he should at least give her the benefit of the doubt and do the ‘homework’ assignment she’d given him. If nothing else, at least he’d be able to honestly rebut her claims.
Sighing with resignation, Kent scrolled down and clicked on a random video.
Kent didn’t speak to Mandy for a week after that. It had been a lot to process. He’d been rejected in what was probably the worst way he could’ve imagined. On top of that, his good friend had revealed herself to be a genuine racist. She’d said some sketchy things about her thoughts on white people in the past, but never anything quite so extreme.
That’s why Kent was so surprised when, the next time he saw Mandy, she acted like nothing was wrong. She wasn’t apologetic, she didn’t ask if things were alright between them, or anything like that.
“Hey, Kent!” she greeted him cheerily, suddenly appearing at his side just as he was leaving campus.
“Um… Hi, Mandy.” Kent wasn’t quite sure what to say to her. He’d thought about her pretty much nonstop for the last week, but he hadn’t even considered if he should still be mad at her or anything.
“What’s up?” she asked, cutely adjusting her glasses and her backpack strap as she walked beside him.
“Just heading home,” he replied.
“Cool. I’m done for the day, too. Can I come over?” she asked. It wasn’t unusual for her to invite herself over, or at least it hadn’t been before. “I’m in the mood for some gaming.”
Kent couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. This girl was so shameless, it was absurd. “You know what… fine. Let’s go.”
For the next few hours, everything was back to normal. Kent and Mandy competed against each other in a couple of different games and had a damn fun time with it. Neither mentioned anything about the last time she’d been over.
However, that did not last forever.
“Oh, man, this is not my night.” Mandy laughed and put her controller down. She picked up her third beer of the night and snapped off the cap.
“Yeah, you’re pretty trash tonight,” Kent agreed, taking his beer and clinking it against hers. They both took a drink.
“Mm. Oh, by the way,” Mandy began as if she’d just thought of something. “Did you watch any more of those videos?” She took another drink, acting completely casual about everything.
Kent froze. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye, suddenly feeling absurdly awkward. “A bit, yeah,” he admitted, deciding not to lie to her.
“Awesome!” Mandy replied, sounding happy for him. “So? What’d you think?”
Kent swayed his head back and forth noncommittally. “I still don’t like it.”
Many raised an eyebrow. “Well, how much did you watch?”
“Only, like, one or two.”
“Which ones?”
Kent sighed in frustration. “It’s not like I’m gonna remember.”
Mandy turned and spotted Kent’s laptop on the coffee table. “Well, let’s see.”
Kent’s eyes opened wide in panic. “Mandy, what are you doing?”
Mandy didn’t answer. She opened Kent’s laptop, opened the browser, then opened Kent’s internet history.
“Whoaaa!” Mandy laughed.
“Mandy, give me--” Kent tried to reach for the laptop, but Mandy held it out of his reach.
“Holy shit, dude! You said you watched, like, one or two. There are dozens in here. Blacked, Blacked Raw, Jules Jordan, Dogfart…” She looked him in the eye with a playful smile on her face. “Is this all you’ve been watching for the last week?”
Kent was thoroughly mortified. “Mandy, give me my laptop.”
“What’s the big deal? Interracial’s all I watch, too,” she told him as if that was supposed to alleviate his embarrassment.
“Well, it’s different for you!”
“Why? Because I’m a girl?”
“Yes!”
Mandy giggled and shrugged. “So fucking what? Tons of whiteboys watch Interracial nowadays. It’s practically the default now. Besides, isn’t it way better than white-on-white?”
“Will you--” Kent finally stretched over her and snatched his laptop out of her hands, slamming it closed and putting it on the ground next to the couch, out of her reach.
“Oh, come on, dude. Between your internet history and that--” she said, pointing down at the obvious tent in his pants. “You gonna try and say you’re not into it?”
Kent turned his body away from her and crossed his legs in embarrassment, which only made Mandy giggle again. “I am not into it. I just checked it out because you wanted me to.”
“Well, I didn’t say you had to spend a whole week jerking off to nothing but big black cock, did I?” she asked with a laugh.
“Fine! I liked it, but not because the guys were black,” Kent replied. “It was just good porn. It’s not like I was focused on the dude’s dick, anyway. I would’ve enjoyed it just as much if it were a white guy with a black girl. The contrast is kind of nice, I guess. ”
“Contrast,” Mandy repeated with a giggle as if she found his denial cute. “Why didn’t you watch anything with a white guy and a black girl?”
Kent was silent.
Mandy laughed. “Come on. Admit it. I was right. Black dick is better.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Oh really? In all those vids, think about how satisfied those girls were. The way they moaned, screamed, and worshipped those big black cocks. Have you ever seen a girl do that for a little white dick?”
Kent tried to think about it. That had to have been how girls always acted in porn, right? Whether it was with white guys or black guys. He searched his memory for a video where the girls acted like that, but he came up empty.
“Exactly,” Mandy said victoriously when he failed to answer. “And think about how big those black cocks were. I bet you didn’t see a single one under eight inches. How big are you?”
“I-I don’t know,” Kent replied. “I’ve never measured.”
Mandy raised an eyebrow, giving him a ‘bitch, please’ face. “Kent, come on. All guys measure.”
“...About six inches.”
Mandy raised her eyebrow even further, clearly not buying it.
Kent sighed. “...Five inches.”
“See? What did I tell you?” Mandy sounded super proud of herself. “Black cocks are big. White dicks are small.”
“It’s not small. It’s average,” Kent insisted.
“Okay, fine. Average,” Mandy relented. “But in this day and age, women don’t have to settle for average anymore. We want big, and we’re gonna get big. That’s why I don’t date whiteboys anymore.”
Kent didn’t know what to say. He stared off into space angrily.
“Are you mad?” Mandy asked.
“Of course I am!”
“Well, sorry, but I’m just being honest,” Mandy insisted. “It’s not like there’s anything wrong with being small-- er, average. I just think it’s a pretty patriarchal way of thinking to believe you’re owed sex just because you don’t have the very smallest dick around.”
“You’re fucking insane, you know that?”
“Oh, come on.” Mandy huffed, a little offended herself now. “You saw those girls in those videos. You think any girl should deny herself that kind of pleasure just so she won’t bruise a few whiteboy egos?”
“Well if you hate white boys so much, why are you even friends with me?” Kent asked, still absolutely appalled by everything he was hearing.
“You think I hate you just because I won’t fuck you? It’s my body, Kent. I can do what I want with it.”
“I’m not--” Kent let out a frustrated sigh. He had no idea what to say now.
“Look, I understand.” Mandy put her hand on Kent’s shoulder, speaking softly and sympathetically. “I’ve read all about this. A lot of white guys react this way when they’re first exposed to interracial porn. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It just takes time for your brain to be deprogrammed of all the racist assumptions you were raised on.”
“Stop fucking calling me racist.”
Mandy took her hand off of him. “Alright,” she said. “But I still think the best first step for you would be to just admit to yourself that black men make better lovers. You’ve already seen plenty of proof of it. Being in denial like this is only going to make you more frustrated.”
Kent glared at her. He wanted to tell her she was full of shit, but he couldn’t bring himself to form words.
“Fine. How about we make a bet?” she suggested. “We’ll watch one video together. If it makes you pop off, you have to admit black is better.”
Kent couldn’t believe what she was suggesting. Did she want to watch porn with him? After she refused to date him? “And what do I get if I win?”
Mandy peered at him above her glasses, suddenly giving him a smoldering, flirty look. “If you win, you get to fuck me,” she said, biting her lower lip.
Kent nearly gasped, his eyes opening wide with shock. This girl was crazy.
“Come on.” Mandy got up, turned around, and sat her ass down on his lap. “You think I don’t see you checking out my ass, like, every day?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as she ground against his obvious hard-on. “If you’re right, then you should win easily, right? You’ll get to be the first white cock to get into my pussy in over five years. What do you say?”
“...F-Fine. You’re on.”
Mandy smiled deviously as if she’d successfully gotten him to walk right into her trap. “Awesome. Gimme your laptop. I know a vid that’s gonna blow your whiteboy mind.”
Kent rolled his eyes, determined not to let her win. Reaching over the side of the couch, he retrieved his laptop and handed it to her. She immediately pulled up Pornhub, typed something into the search bar, and found the video she was looking for. She then stood up and walked over to the TV. Bending over, she unplugged a cable from Kent’s game console, then moved it over to the laptop.
As she was bent over in front of his TV, Kent could not stop himself from staring at her ass in those amazingly tight leggings she wore. After a moment, he realized she was looking over her shoulder at him, wearing a smirk on her face as she caught him red-handed. “Go ahead and look,” she said, wiggling her ass invitingly. “I never mind whiteboys looking, as long as they don’t touch.”
“Racist bitch,” Kent said, but he didn’t take his eyes off her ass.
Mandy laughed as she finished setting up the laptop. “You’re gonna be eating those words.”
When she was finished, she returned to the couch and plopped her fine ass down right next to Kent, her arm resting delicately on his leg. “You ready?” she asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be…” Kent replied, feeling even more awkward than he’d expected.
“You haven’t seen this one already, have you?”
Kent read the title of the video. ‘BLACKED Preppy Girl Threesome Get Three BBCs’.
“No,” he said, not recognizing it.
Mandy smiled wickedly. “I’m surprised, but that’s good. This is one of my favorites. You’re gonna love it. It’s, like, the whiteboy breaker.”
Kent narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck?”
“You’ll see. Trust me.” She leaned forward and put her hand on the wireless mouse that was still on the coffee table, then clicked ‘play’ on the video. “Let’s go!”
The video began with the same kind of intro Kent had seen on several other Blacked videos. It started with a few shots of hot white girls, then quickly turned to shots of girls sucking, fucking, and moaning on black dick. Then the Blacked.com logo showed up, along with the familiar voiceover of a woman saying ‘Blacked dot com’ out loud.
“Wow, already?” Mandy commented, her eyes on the tent in Kent’s pants. She giggled. “We’re only twenty seconds in! This is gonna be the easiest bet of my life.”
Kent shifted his position, trying to hide his boner.
“I don’t blame you. With how much you’ve been binging BBC porn this week, it’s gotta be a Pavlovian response at this point, right?” Mandy asked with a wry smile.
Kent ignored her, keeping his eyes on the video. After the intro, it began with some basic porn-level acting to set up the scene. Three gorgeous, blonde, white girls walked into a sorority house, where another girl told them they would be participating in some sort of initiation. Kent never cared too much about the lame scenarios they put at the front of porn scenes, so he began to lose interest.
However, things soon heated up. The girl who was running things called “Come on in!” and walked off-screen. The camera focused on a door, which opened to reveal three handsome black guys who confidently strolled into the room, followed by a reaction shot of all three sorority girls gasping.
Beside Kent on the couch, Mandy moaned. He glanced over and saw her delicately rubbing one finger between her legs. Catching his eye, she winked at him. “It’s about to start.”
Each girl paired up with one of the black guys. All three pairs stood in a line, sensually kissing as they rubbed each other’s bodies. The girls seemed eager to undress and get to work. Much more eager than any girl Kent had ever seen when she was with a white guy. Before long, the girls were down to their underwear, and the guys were all naked, continuing to make out with the girls while the girls gave them standing handjobs. Kent immediately noticed the size.
He couldn’t deny he was horny. They were less than five minutes in, and Kent’s cock was straining in his pants. If it wasn’t for the fact that Mandy was there, he would’ve started jerking off by now for sure. However, he had to hold out.
“Brace yourself, whiteboy,” Mandy said with a smirk.
A moment later, the girls all dropped to their knees and sank their mouths into those big, fat, black cocks.
“Holy shit.” Kent couldn’t stop himself from letting a reaction slip in a whispered voice. His body tensed up, and his hands clamped down on the couch.
“I know, right?” Mandy replied, licking her black-painted lips. Standing up from the couch, she slipped her hands down the sides of her tight black leggings. “I need to get a little more comfortable. You don’t mind, do you?” Mandy glanced over her shoulder and smirked at the look of shock on Kent’s face. She then bent forward, sticking her ass in his face as she pulled down her leggings and stepped out of them. Beneath her pants, she wore a pair of lacy black panties with white trim. Kent also saw for the first time that she had a tattoo of a spade with the letter Q in the middle of it on her right ass cheek, the kind you’d see on a queen in a deck of playing cards. “Remember, whiteboy. Look, but don’t touch,” she reminded him, twerking her ass a few bounces for good measure.
“Shut up…” Kent replied, blushing red and turning away.
Mandy plopped her thicc white ass back down on the couch and spread her legs. She then immediately slipped her hand down the front of her panties and started rubbing, enjoying the action on screen. “Mmmm…” she moaned.
Kent gulped, his eyes switching back and forth between Mandy’s masturbation and the triple BBC blowjob happening on screen. His hands gripped the couch tighter. He’d never needed to masturbate more than in that moment.
“You’re not gonna jerk off?” Mandy asked.
Kent shook his head. “Don’t need to,” he insisted.
“You sure? You look tense right now, dude,” Mandy commented with some concern in her voice. “Seriously, just relax and do what comes naturally.”
“No. I don’t wanna do that in front of you,” Kent argued.
Mandy laughed. “Kent, it’s fine. You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s not like I expect you to stack up against BBC.”
“Would you st…” Kent trailed off, distracted by what was happening in the video.
On-screen, the white girls stopped sucking long enough for the black men to move over to the bed. All three of them took a seat on the end of the bed, then lay back. Meanwhile, the white girls knelt in front of their men and resumed worshipping their big black cocks, slurping and sucking while staring into their partner’s eyes with reverence. The camera moved between several angles, eventually settling on a view of the three girls from the front, each hard at work jerking and sucking BBC, all while moaning in pleasure.
Kent flinched when he felt Mandy’s hands on his shoulders, lightly massaging him. “Look at that,” she whispered into his ear. “Look at the way they worship those BBCs. Isn’t that just the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?” With one hand, she reached down to his crotch, putting her hand on his tent and lightly rubbing it. “See how stiff you are?”
“S-Stop…” Kent half-heartedly struggled, but didn’t try to stop her.
Mandy giggled. “It’s alright. It’s natural to get turned on. Interracial is just the hottest sex. Lots of whiteboys get off to it nowadays, I’m not kidding. You love it, so why don’t you just relax and enjoy it?”
Kent breathed heavily. He needed to make it through 40 minutes of video to win the bet, which he thought would’ve been easy as long as he didn’t jerk off. But they were less than 15 minutes in now, and he was feeling desperate.
Mandy pinched Kent’s fly between her fingers. Maintaining eye contact with him, she slowly unzipped his pants. He didn’t tell her to stop, hoping that maybe this could be a prelude to a handjob. With his fly open, Mandy reached into his pants and fished out his cock. As expected, he was rock hard. She pinched the tip of it between two fingers to hold it straight up.
“So you’re not into BBC, huh?” Mandy asked with a smirk.
“Mandy…” Kent moaned, annoyed by her insinuation, and also feeling like he was already on the verge of cumming just from her touching him.
A moan from the video caused Mandy to turn her attention back to the screen. For a couple of minutes, she seemed to forget Kent was even there. Still pinching the tip of his dick with one hand, her other hand went back between her legs, and Kent was treated to the sight of her pleasuring herself while she watched three white girls her age worship black cock together.
The scene faded to a shot of the girls riding their black partners, eliciting a moan out of both Mandy and Kent. Mandy seemed to remember Kent was in the room, and looked back to him. “You sure you don’t wanna jerk off?”
Kent slowly nodded.
Mandy giggled. She held one hand next to the base of Kent’s cock and one hand next to the tip of it like she was measuring its size. Looking back at the screen, she lifted one of her hands higher, as if she were measuring another, larger dick to compare. She then locked eyes with Kent, making sure he got the measure she was sending. “And you wonder why I don’t fuck with whiteboys.”
“You don’t have to insult me like that,” Kent complained, yet he did not attempt to stop her or to remove himself from the situation.
“Yeah, I do.” Mandy gave him a playful smile. “It’s all part of the process. And, hey, I’m just being honest here. Can’t expect me to lie just to make whiteboys feel better about themselves.”
“Quit saying shit like that!”
A moan from the video drew their attention. It now showed two of the girls from behind as they rode their respective partners. “You like that cock?” one girl asked the other, eliciting an affirmative moan in response.
One by one, Mandy slowly wrapped her thumb and two of her fingers around Kent’s incredibly stiff member. He made eye contact with her, and she gave him the most seductive look he’d ever seen from her.
“I don’t usually do this for whiteboys,” Mandy said, nearly in a whisper. “So this is a one-time offer. I’ll jerk your little thing while we watch this vid. But, if you lose the bet, you gotta do one more thing for me.”
“W-What?” Kent asked, shaking at the feeling of her delicate hand on his cock.
“Hmm. I hadn’t decided yet.” In an almost ditzy manner, Mandy brought a finger of her free hand to her chin while she thought. She idly turned to watch the video for a few seconds, letting out a soft moan as she admired the way the three black studs on the screen gave it to those preppy white sluts. “Fuck,” Mandy said under her breath.
Kent felt Mandy’s hand tighten slightly on his cock, and he moaned in response. That was enough to get her to remember he was there, and she turned her attention back to him. “How about this? I’ve got a date coming up, and I wanted to pick out a new outfit. If you lose, you buy it for me.”
For a moment, Kent merely sat there, breathing heavily. He knew he was going to say yes, but he didn’t want to be so pathetic as to say it right away. He knew he was going to lose the bet if he did, too, so he knew he was just agreeing to pay her for a handjob. Nevertheless, getting jerked off by Mandy was something he’d fantasized about many times, so he wasn’t going to pass up the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
“Fine,” Kent forced out.
Mandy smiled. “Good whiteboy.” Leaning over, she let a big glob of saliva drip from her black-painted lips onto Kent’s cock. She then stroked it slowly with her three fingers, lubing him up. “Now just lie back and watch those big black cocks destroy those pretty white girls,” she said with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
Kent did just that. He watched those three white sluts moan in pleasure as they were fucked by those huge black cocks. Kent couldn’t help but stare, fascinated by the size of those cocks and by how much the girls seemed to love them. All the while, he felt Mandy’s hand slowly stroking his dick. It was the best thing he’d ever felt.
However, his enjoyment did not last long at all. A few seconds after she’d started, Mandy suddenly increased her speed, jerking Kent’s cock like she wanted to milk him as fast as possible.
“Mandy! Mandy! Wait, wait!”
She ignored him completely, and within seconds, he was shooting his load straight into the air, his cum falling onto her hands and his chest. Mandy kept stroking until he stopped cumming. When he was finished, he lay his head back, panting with exhaustion, still hearing the sounds coming from the Blacked video.
“Thirty seconds with three of my fingers,” Mandy said to him, meeting his eyes and smirking. “Again, you wonder why I only fuck black guys?”
Kent didn’t even argue. What could he even say after a pathetic display like that?
“But you made it halfway through the video!” Mandy added in a congratulatory tone. “That’s pretty good. I’ve heard most whiteboys only make it, like, twelve or thirteen minutes in.” Climbing off of the couch, Mandy stood up. “Gimme one sec. I gotta clean your gross whiteboy load off of my hand.”
Again, Kent did not attempt to respond. Instead, he watched her big white ass jiggle as she walked away. Once she was out of sight, he closed the video on his laptop and tried to sit up straight.
When she returned, she tossed Kent some paper towels, which he used to clean himself up before putting his pants back on. Mandy seemed in no hurry to redress, leaving her discarded leggings on the floor. However, she did retrieve her phone, lifting it and pointing it in Kent’s direction.
“Alright. You lost the bet, so go ahead and say it.”
Kent felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over him. After everything that had happened, she wanted to record him saying it. He sighed. “Black is better.”
For some reason, hearing him say that made the goth girl squeal with excitement. She dropped her phone and dove back onto the couch, wrapping her arms around Kent in a tight hug. She even peppered his cheek with kisses.
“Hey, hey. What?” Kent had no idea how to respond.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Mandy told him, smiling brightly. “This is a big step. Admitting it is the hardest part.”
Kent was confused as hell, and it showed on his face.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” the goth girl assured him, as friendly as could be. “You’ve still got a lot more to learn, but I’ll help you through it every step of the way. Promise.”
