Amanda's Conversion

Omars Visit

Omar didn’t drive so Amanda had driven a few hours to pick Omar up from Logan international airport in Boston. On the ride back she was holding his hand and he was reminding her how much he loves her and how happy he is to see her. She was uncomfortable in being insincere so assured him she still cared and told him that she saw a future together once college was over. He knew something was not right but didn’t want to come across as too needy and start off the week long holiday with her on a bad note. As she drove, she put on her favourite playlist which was of some pretty abusive and expletive rap.

Omar looked at her with a smile saying “Amanda wow you like this music?”

“Habibi you seemed surprised, I always liked rap haha. The bass is what I love.” She responded.

“Ah so not the black gangsters in it then?” Omar teased.

Amanda laughed nervously and immediately clenched her thighs. Omar noticed this strange response. Amanda glanced over at Omar from the corner of her eye to make sure he wasn’t suspicious of anything. Merely mentioning “black gangsters” and the rap music glaring in the background had gotten Amanda to start reminiscing again about some DVDs she was consuming recently and her legs shuddered so she closed them. It had been almost two weeks since Tyrone’s surprise visit and he hadn’t called her since. This was on Amanda’s mind.

“When we get to my room do you want to unwind at the quad? It’s a local cafeteria where we all can chill and catchup baby?” Amanda asked Omar.

“Well I was hoping we could discuss a few things in private but why not!” Omar responded somewhat disappointed.

It was a hot day in May and Amanda was wearing a tank top, with shorts and flip flops. Omar had seen her in a bikini now and again when they both went swimming with their high school class back home but to see her sweating in this hot day in these clothes, he immediately felt a sense of urgency to get her inside, as they approached campus. He ushered her along after they got out of her car as if protecting her from prying eyes. Amanda was wearing large sunglasses and was looking around to see if any of the animals that had defiled here were there. She as desperately hoping they were not as it would be too embarrassing for her if they did anything to hurt Omar or her relationship with her. Although her bodily functions and needs had changed rapidly, she still saw a long term future where this phase would pass and she would want a stable loving, loyal arabic husband. As they got in the elevator, it was just Amanda and Omar but it stopped at the next floor up and a 6ft 7 tall man walked in holding a broom. He was not athletic but was very tall and had Jamaican dreads with a visible pot belly. He was wearing a wife beater.

He didn’t notice Omar but when he walked in he immediately looked at Amanda’s feet and slowly moved his gaze up her legs and could see one or two strands of sweat, reminding everyone of how hot a day it was outside. He tried to meet her at eye level but Amanda was looking down at her own feet. Omar did take notice of the awkward situation. The lift stopped again at the fourth floor and two sorority girls got in, dressed ready to go for cheerleading practice. The lift was now full but to accommodate, the large black man to move backwards and he had done so violating Amanda’s private space. His hips which reached about to her chest height and she was slightly pressed against the mirror in the lift with Omar to her right.

She looked at Omar and said “we’re on the 7th floor, you okay baby?”

He nodded “Yeah all good.”

Amanda nipples were grazing or rather getting grazed against the man’s hips and she thought to herself “The nerve of this man”. The man turned around to face Amanda but looked at himself in the mirror with Amanda comfortably a head shorter than him, still looking down and glancing at Omar occasionally. As the lift continued its journey upward the man moved closer to Amanda so his shorts would be touching her chest and breasts. It was clear he was sexually aroused by Amanda’s voluptuous body and by now Amanda knew that she was probably going to attract most black men even if she wanted to or not.


As the floor reached the 6th floor, a bulge had started to protrude somewhat from the mans shorts and it was touching Amanda’s left breast. Omar was on her right and couldn’t see this but Amanda could feel the pulsating nature of this black mans dick rubbing against her tank top and left breast. Her nipples became immediately hard as she couldn’t hold back her primal urges. Immediately she started to feel a tingling and moistening of her vagina and fidgeted her legs nervously, glancing over Omar to check if he had noticed. Omar hadn’t. The man was now starring at Amanda’s face from above and could see through her breasts. She was looking down at her feet intently to avoid any awkward meeting of eyes but took a pause to look up and her eyes met his. Her heart started to race as their eyes were fixated for those brief seconds. As the doors opened the man left and looked back at Amanda making sure their eyes met again. Just as Amanda and Tyrones eyes had met at the party the night she was blacked. Amanda this time starred a little too long at him and forgot Omar was in the lift. She starred the black man down as he walked away. The other girls were starring at him too, giggling.

Omar noticed Amanda starring at the black man and when they got into their room he immediately cross questioned her “Why were you starring at that guy for so long?”

“What are you talking about? And what is with that tone?” Amanda shouted.

He retorted “You listen to rap music, you were ogling that black man, what is going on with you?”

He shouted. “I can’t believe you are accusing me of this. Where did you want me to look, at the other girls? He was in my line of sight, I was not looking at him I was looking out the left corridor habibi!” Amanda said.

She headed over to her bathroom and slammed the bathroom door shut, breaking down in tears. She as ashamed at herself that she wasn’t the least bit interested in the man she wanted to once marry and spend the rest of her life with and also because she was lusting over random black large men wanting to be inseminated at every turn and corner. She had her phone with her and as she was sitting down and peeing, she got a text message from a mobile telephone number that wasn’t in her contact list.

Omar shouted from outside the bathroom “So you’re not going to discuss this Amanda? Going away and crying in a corner, how can we ever grow as a couple if you barely talk to me.”

Amanda was quiet, sobbing slightly and swiped right to read the message. “Amanda, I got your number from Tyrone. We didn’t formally meet but I just saw you in the elevator. You are my type if you know what I mean. Respond if you understand.” The message tersely read. Amanda typed “Are you stalking me? I could report you. STOP” “I’m going to be coming to your room tonight and will be taking you to my janitors quarters. I will be fucking you all night and in all of your holes starting with your mouth, the vagina and finally your ass, which I hear is still a virgin. You have pretty feet so they will be my entree. I will suck your toes till you cum and you will be coming all night. I would advise using birth control because my intention is to impregnate you. Report me if you want. This is happening.”


Amanda’s jaw dropped and her heart started to race in pure fear and panic. What was she going to do? Leaving her dorm room to go to some nearby hotel would set Omar off. Staying and experiencing what happened to her again, although this excited her body, she wanted this horrible phase of her life to end; this horrible addiction to strong big black men. As she gathered her nerves she could hear Omar speaking to someone. Her panties had meanwhile exposed a wet spot in them and she rolled her eyes thinking “not this again….”. She penned a text message to Tyrone “Why did you give my number to this janitor?” No response. She didn't know who Omar was talking to but her mind was firmly focused on what potentially lay ahead later that night. She desperately reached over to the counter by the toilet mirror and lathered some hand lotion on her fingers. She quickly inserted them in her asshole which was warm to the touch. She probed around almost as if cleaning her anal cavity not truly understanding what she was doing or why. Presumably she was preparing for later if the Janitor wasn't bluffing. Her legs were shaking in fear on the toilet seat. She wasn't turn on but just fearful at this stage. It was late evening by now and Amanda and Omar had gone to the quad to share some colas. Both didn’t drink. They then had a bite to eat and it was clear Amanda’s mind was on tonight. She was scared witless. As they got home, they did share the bed together but Omar was conservative and to pretend to play the role of conservative girl, Amanda wore a two piece night suit. He leaned over to kiss her on her cheek and she accepted and also kissed his hairy hands.

“Today when I saw you get out of your car I must say I was turned on Amanda”, Omar eagerly commented.

“Oh haha you evil man, why is that?” Amanda asked.


“Well you know we’ve never taken our relationship to the next level, maybe tonight we don’t have to but I can still give you a sense of lies ahead in marriage? Omar said.


Amanda knew what he meant but the prospect of being fingered now by this weaker man compared to the wanton **** which lay ahead at night wasn’t that enthralling. He didn’t wait for any response and Omar slid his hands up her pants and started to scratch at her vagina in a nervous manner. Her immediate response was to put her hand on his to try and dissuade him.


He didn’t like that and immediately retorted “so you can stare at a black man all day but you don’t want to be even pleasured by your future husband?”.


Amanda sighed “no Omar it’s just that this is all new to me”.


She felt guilty for lying but as far as he was concerned she was right. “I will be gentle” Omar responded and proceeded to insert his inner into her vagina.


It was warm but not wet nor moist and he looked at Amanda to see if it would elicit any response. He started to increase the frequency of the thrusts with his hand and finally noticed Amanda eke out a small moan “oohh” but these were few and far between. He continued for ten to twenty minutes and Amanda did start to squirm and move her legs about indicating she was enjoying it. Her eyes were now rolled back in her head and her lips were pursed. At times she would bite them.


Omar said “yes Amanda thats right, this is our love growing”.


Somehow she was put off by his total lack of masculinity so decided to make the best of a bad situation and take her mind back to the one man that had had the biggest impact on her; Jamal. As Omar was probing in and out of Amanda with his hairy hands, her mind was oscillating between imagines of the tall black janitor earlier in the day that had told he the would take her and have his way with her and Jamal, on the evening of her blackening. She remembered the black man pulling out of her pussy in that room filled with other animals that night and how he sprayed her face and body and sucked on her toes as others fucked her tits and other areas. She remembered cuming so hard she couldn’t stop for hours.


All these thoughts came back to her and Omar noticed her pussy was dripping wet now.


He even eked out a “wow Amanda am I this good?”.


Amanda didn’t respond but kept on increasing the “ooohs” and “aaahs”.

Just when Omar looked at the ceiling and was about to smile with joy Amanda moaned in her deep and now breathy voice will with lust “uhhhnn yes Jamal. Tyrone ooohhnn continue and don’t stop”.


Omar’s heart sank and he immediately pulled out his finger which now had so much juices on it he flicked his fingers a few time to the side to rid them of Amanda’s love jizz. She hadn’t even noticed as she was in a different place mentally.


She asked “Why did you stop baby?”.


He screamed “Who the fuck are Tyrone and Jamal?”.


Amanda got up in a lurch and said “no nobody baby, those are just rappers maybe in a song I heard.”.


Omar responded quickly “don’t lie to me you Arab whore, is this why you haven’t been answering any of my phones for those days? Were you being ganfucked by black men!!!?”


Amanda was quiet and said “I can’t believe you are behaving like this. Of course NOT. I don’t know why I mentioned those names”.


Her heart was racing now and she was scared of Omar, the situation and the janitors messages. It was nearing midnight and Amanda had run out of options and excuses.