My Black Destiny: Ch. 01

It was her that first approached me. I had always complained that women are never the ones to make the first move, but at last it had happened. And, to be quite honest, had things been reversed, I would never have gone up to her. A skinny little loser like me trying my luck with a tall, curvy, Amazonian black beauty like that? Not a chance! Not after years of being shot down again and again by women not half as hot as the one that was apparently now trying to pick me up. But maybe this dark skinned goddess saw something she liked in a pale guy who'd be six inches shorter than her even if she wasn't wearing killer heels.

I was used to striking out with women. I was not used to them taking an interest in me. By the age of 21, I had never yet even made it beyond making out with a girl. My virginity was completely intact. Women typically liked their men to be, well, manly. And that certainly wasn't me. I was short, barely 5 foot 6, I had hardly any muscles to speak of, no strong jawline, and was far too hairless to grow a beard and cover it. Basically, I was as unmanly as they come. I heard women say they don't care about looks, that they don't need traditionally masculine guys, that cute and boyish was as good as a Chad. Until now, my experience had proved that utterly false. But maybe the ebony-coloured glamazon walking purposely toward me, flaunting her curves in a tight red dress, was about to change all that.

"Got a name, pretty boy?" she said as the two friends that I was at the bar with, a pair of equally unlucky-in-love virgins named Matt and Craig, looked on open mouthed.

"L... Logan," I stammered.

"Nice to meet you, L... Logan," her thick dark lips smiled, revealing bright white teeth that looked almost predatory, "I'm Destiny."

"You mean you're his destiny?" smirked Matt.

"Could be. If he does what he's told," she said.

"Oh, he's very compliant," Craig jumped in, "Practically spineless."

"Shut up," I hissed at my irritating friends, before turning back to the gorgeous black babe, "I wouldn't mind, though, if someone like you were the mistress of my destiny."

"Smooth," laughed Matt.

"You want a woman who's in control?" said Destiny, "I think that's something I can work with."

The tone may have been jokey, but it became clear as the evening went on that Destiny did indeed like to be in control and that I, meanwhile, was only too happy to let a beautiful woman do whatever she wanted with me. Frankly, I was loving this role reversal of the expected norm. She ditched my friends to focus all my attention on her. She bought me drinks and, although the sweet cherry vodka cocktail might not have been what I would have chosen ordinarily, it went down very easily and proved surprisingly strong. All of which made me even more suggestible. I didn't mind at all when I felt her hand fondle my ass and an approving expression appear on her face. It was shortly after this that she suggested taking things back to her place and, as in everything else that had happened that evening, I was only too happy to follow her lead.

Destiny's apartment was a lot larger and fancier than mine, but my attention was less on the decor than the more visually appealing sight of a tall, curvy black woman inviting me in. Once in her bedroom, Destiny immediately slipped out of her tight red dress and the bra and panties beneath, revealing her incredible black body in all its curvy glory, naked but for those stiletto heels. She really did look like an ancient nubian goddess: her massive breasts were full and round with large, erect nipples, her thighs were thick and powerful and, between them, her pubic hair was trimmed to a triangle above the thick dark lips of her pussy.

I had never seen a naked woman in real life up this close and I was momentarily struck dumb by it. Nothing in my virgin life to date could have prepared me for this. I was quivering with nervous arousal.

"OK, pretty boy," she smiled seductively, "Strip. Let's see what we're working with."

Eagerly, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants until I stood in front of this tall black babe every bit as naked and exposed as she was. Her eyes ran up and down my body, the sense of being judged and appraised in my exposed nudity was awkward but no less arousing for it. Just as I had done with her, Destiny's eyes found their way to my crotch. And here she let out a loud burst of laughter.

Up until now she had smiled and flirted and giggled a little, but I had never heard her truly laugh. She had seemed so in control and deliberate in everything she had done, but this was a complete loss of control. Tossing her head of black curls back she laughed noisily and uncontrollably and, just as she began to get herself together again she glanced back at my naked body and exposed cock, that set her off laughing again. And, as her laughter went on and on, my arousal turned to shame and embarrassment. I began to squirm and cover myself with my hands.

"Oh God," she laughed, "I'd expected small, but wow -" here she stifled another guffaw - "I mean, I know you twinky little white boys are not supposed to be packing much manhood, but that's gotta be the puniest little dicklet I've ever seen!"

I blushed bright red, as my cock seemed to retreat back inside my body at the humiliating mockery from this powerful black babe, all of which only served to make my little manhood look even less impressive. Of course, I wasn't really in the dark about how small my penis was. It's not like I had no idea what one was supposed to look like (and that wasn't something barely the size of my thumb!) But I had always comforted myself in the idea that the giant cocks I saw in porn weren't really representative of the average guy, that size didn't really matter anyway. And, as I'd never actually got this far with a girl before, I had continued into my 20s comforted by the reassuring fiction that I was just a little below average. It was an idea that was hard to cling onto in the face of the hysterical mocking laughter coming from the gorgeous naked black hottie in front of me.

"I'm sorry," Destiny continued between bursts of laughter, "It's just that it's so tiny. I didn't know they came that small! I've seen clits the size of that little white dicklet. I'm honestly not trying to embarrass you, but really I don't think I'd even feel that puny meat if it was buried inside my wet pussy!"

"Well... um... None of that makes me feel any better," I stammered, still blushing with humiliation.

"Don't worry," she said, stepping over and running her powerful black hands over my bare naked white body, "There's still plenty of ways for us to have some fun."

Her hand ran down my hairless chest to my little dick, which was already stiffening at the closeness and touch of a beautiful woman. Next to those long, feminine black fingers with their long nails, my pathetic manhood looked even smaller. Destiny's finger was longer than its full semi-erect length as she took it between finger and thumb and began to stroke it. While my attention was all occupied on my tiny virgin white dick getting the first attention it had ever received from far more experienced hands, Destiny's other hand ran down the small of my back to cup my butt cheek.

"You might not be packing much man meat between your legs, L... Logan," she said in my ear, "But this is a pert round ass that a lot of girls would kill for!"

Now her hand was across my ass and a finger was sliding down my butt crack. I stood there, helplessly in her power, as her strong black index finger began to press against my tight little asshole, pushing gently but firmly, begging for entry. I couldn't deny it felt curiously good.

"Mm, you like that?" Destiny's voice sounded in my ear, "It's ok. It's perfectly normal to enjoy the feel of something in your ass. Lots of guys like you do."

I didn't know whether that was true or not. Honestly, everything I knew about sex was from friends or online and I knew enough not to always trust either of those sources. As this was my first real experience, I was going to have to trust that the gorgeous woman who seemed to know what she was doing was right about stuff. Certainly, she was right that her finger pressing against my butthole felt good. I couldn't help imagining how it would be to feel it sliding up inside me.

"You want more?" she said.

"Yes," I sighed, "Put it in me."

Never questioning what specifically she might have meant by "more".

Destiny took her long, elegant black finger from my behind, licked it seductively, and returned the wet finger to my puckered anus. Lubricated with her saliva, her dark digit slipped up inside me. I gasped in pleasure. Hundreds of nerve endings in my butthole that had never before been stimulated were suddenly feeling the thrill of a finger rubbing against them. Her finger slid deeper, penetrating up inside me, making me week at the knees. My dick was now rock hard from the pleasure of a wet finger in my tight asshole. Honestly, I had never seen it bigger and harder and it still looked so tiny being rubbed by Destiny's fingers.

"Oh yes, I knew you'd like this," she said, "A fine pert ass like that is just made to be penetrated. And how about I go down on that clitty cock while I finger that pretty ass-pussy? Wouldn't you like that too?"

"Yes," was all I could moan, barely paying attention to all the "clitty-cock" and "ass-pussy" talk.

So what if my dick was barely bigger than a clit! At least it was going to get sucked by an ebony goddess while she fingered my tight butthole.

Destiny dropped to her knees, leaving me to sigh at the feeling of her finger removing itself from my ass. But that feeling of emptiness didn't last long. In a moment, she had pushed my thighs open and reached between them, rubbing along my taint, making my ass crave to be filled. There were now two long dark fingers pushing between my white ass cheeks. As she thrust both her first two black fingers into my hole, she opened her mouth and swallowed my rock hard erection, swirling her tongue around it.

I couldn't believe my luck, looking down at the curvy black babe on her knees pleasuring me. It felt like something from a dream watching those dark curls bob back and forth, those thick brown lips all over my quivering little pink meat. My wildest fantasies couldn't have imagined my first time being like this. Certainly not with the additional thrill of two fingers violating my anal virginity like this. It was the pure ecstasy of that anal penetration that rapidly sent me over the edge.

"Oh God, that's it. I'm cumming!" I cried after barely any time of my dick in Destiny's mouth.

The beautiful black hottie didn't stop sucking or rubbing the sweet spot deep in my butt even as my dick exploded with a far bigger orgasm than I had ever managed on my own. I shot streams of cum into her mouth as she continued to milk me, finally finishing with drops of sticky, glistening white love juice on her thick dark lips as she at last took my now floppy little cocktail sausage from her mouth.

Destiny stood up again and I was reminded how much taller than me this nubian queen was. While she had been on her knees, I had almost forgotten how dainty my little white body was next to this powerful, curvy black beauty. Still in her heels, Destiny towered above me, my face as close to the huge chocolate orbs of her breasts as her face. I wanted to bury my face in those incredible tits, but she had other ideas.

She bent over slightly, took my head in her hands and, for the first time, planted a kiss fully on my lips. It was a wet, sloppy one. I tasted the dribble of cum I had left on her lips, but that wasn't all. She had more of my load on her tongue and, as that tongue tangled with mine, she pushed my own cum back into my mouth. She kissed and kissed me again and every time pushed more of my sticky juices into my mouth until it covered my lips and ran down my chin. There was nothing I could do but swallow, which led me to discover that drinking my slimy, salty spunk didn't feel at all bad. In fact, being fed it by a powerful strong woman just felt right. After all, she wasn't going to be swallowing cum like a slutty bitch, was she? It felt more like my place to do it.

"Oh, you like the taste, I see," she giggled, "I thought you might."

I could only blush. Naked, pale, exposed, with my pathetically small penis floppy, wet and dripping, my butt freshly fingered and my lips sticky with cum, I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and elation. I wanted to bask in the pleasure of my first real sexual experience and to cover my shame all at the same time.

"You know, apart from some small things," her eyes glanced significantly at my little white member, "That went better than I expected. There's definitely more that can be done with you."

"Does that mean I can see you again?" I asked.

"Oh, honey, this is only the beginning," the black beauty laughed, "This is your Destiny, remember."

But I did not yet realize quite how true those words were...