My friends that know me as the sweet innocent girl that’s uptight a lil high maintenance though. I’m family oriented. I’m about 5’1 in height. I’ve had some work on my body. I wasn’t fat before but I didn’t like my body shape. I didn’t put implants on me, instead I got fat transfer to my b*** and thighs and worked on my b**** a little which were already big in the first place. Basically small waist, big b*** and big b****. I was insecure in high school. I was too white, now that might not be a problem for some people. But imagine being that pasty pale white girl when you are Mexican and most of your friends have olive skin tone. I have light brown eyes but with short eye lashes which is why I put extensions lashes. This is the reason I got into make up and although I may not tan and turn red instead in the sun I will brag the fact that I have clear smooth skin and nice virgin long chestnut soft brown hair.
So I am picky when it comes to dating. I prefer Mexican boys or Latinos that aren’t too dark. I have seen some dark skin Mexicans that are cute. I was willing to give one guy a chance but he was too shy and also couldn’t make up his mind into what kind of girl he was after. That’s another thing about me, I can’t go for guys that are thirsty who are always chasing girls. This is the reason why I’m always single. Is not easy getting the type of guy I’m after. He needs to be a handsome, hard worker, a gentleman who has the same background as I have.
Things went downhill because of this pandemic. I was laid off from work and it has been pretty hard to go out. Most of my friends have gotten or are in relationships and been busy with their stuff. It never gets old with random strangers hitting me up in IG of course but I have not found anyone I’m interested in. One day my gay friend made a dating profile for me and he began to swipe on the guys he thought I would be into. There were quite a few but many didn’t reply back and some of them didn’t keep an interesting conversation. So I told him to do the talking for me. I was talking to 4 guys, one Mexican guy, two who were white which I usually don’t go for but I have dated some in the past and another who was a black guy with caramel complexion. I’m not into black guys but this one was nice to talk to. All of these guys were nice but I was bored. My tinder profile was hidden so I wasn’t getting any new matches. So one night I was deciding to erase or make my profile public again when I got a message at 2am. It was a black guy but it was the type of guy that I wouldn’t go for. He had short dreads, was throwing up gang signs in his photos, sagging his pants and was extremely too dark for my taste. In many of his pictures he had his shirt off, was smoking weed or had a bottle of liquor in his hand. He had tone abs and muscles but was not my taste. He gave me a compliment with some emojis, I wasn’t interested but I did say thank you out of courtesy. He didn’t beat around the bush, he went straight to the point. Said he wanted to link up so I told him I wasn’t interested respectfully. I told him I was not interested so he came up with the race card insinuating that I was a racist white girl. I didn’t like the fact that he assumed I was your basic white girl so I told him that I’m Mexican and asserted to him that the majority of my family has light brown skin. His mood changed quickly and then he told me that he always wanted to try a Mexican girl. I wasn’t interested so I bluntly said I’m only into white guys or Mexican guy when he asked me if I like black guys. He then said I was missing out asserting that usually Latinas and Black guys go well together. Since he practically insulted me I tried to break his little fantasy that Latinas like Black guys so I told him straight out that Mexican men were better. He then said why I matched with him but it wasn’t me that match with him. My friend must have either accidentally done it or was trolling me for swiping a guy knowing I wouldn’t be into so I told him that.
He then told me that he didn’t think I was real so he wanted to talk not on tinder but on the phone. I wasn’t interested and frankly I didn’t care to prove him right so I told him I rather not. He gave me his phone number and stopped replying but not before throwing shade at White and Mexican men. I’m not going to lie, I did took it personally since my brother and father who I truly appreciate are Mexican. However I left it like that and didn’t bother to reply. He stopped replying so eventually I began to talk to other guys on tinder but all of their conversations seemed to drag. 6 days had passed since the black guy gave me his phone number when one night I was alone and bored. I invited my friend over and we were watching some YouTube videos and before you knew it we were on the weird side of YouTube. The video was about a black girl lecturing white, Latina and Asian girls on why we don’t do nothing for black men but lust after them. I felt annoyed that black people actually think like we are at their disposal or something like that. Suddenly I remembered that black guy from tinder and got irritated at the thought of his arrogance. I told my friend about how he viewed us Latinas and she came up with the idea to text him and break his ego. I don’t know why I did it but I texted him from my phone. “Hey, this is Blanca” I said. He didn’t reply until 2 hours later when my friend had left. He asked for a selfie to see if I was real. I told my friend and she said to take one and tease him. So I took one real quick. He was cocky and said to me that he was sure that I wanted some black d***. I laughed and said I was bored and wanted an apology from him and to prove to him that I was no catfish. He said that he didn’t believe me that either I wanted black d*** or that I was a catfish. He tried to gaslight me into admitting to it. I honestly didn’t know why I replied. But I was bored and I did find it thrilling to talk to a type of guy whom I will probably run away from had I actually bump to him in the streets and humiliate him. I like the idea of holding that power. The fact that I knew I was safe from danger by being on the other line gave me such a weird feeling. We were going back and forth arguing on why I prefer Mexican guys. I bagged on him the fact that he worked for KFC manager and that he drove an 93 beat up Honda. After 25 minutes he wanted to prove if I was real so he asked for facetime. I still wanted to troll him but I was feeling a little bit bored of him by now. But he did say that he will wire me $50 if I facetime. “Eh! I don’t know” I said back. “Come on, you’re going to pass on an opportunity like that?” he answered back. I didn’t see the harm so I did. When he answered he was laying down shirtless on his bed. He talked too ghetto for me. But I still wanted to break his little ego. I only was with him for 1 minute. I was already deciding to hang up and blocked him when he said something nasty. He bragged about how his d*** was bigger than any guy I been with. He also told me that he can last longer than any other guy. I knew he was full of it but then he said that he can prove it. He gaslight me again saying that I was scared to be proven wrong. I told him there’s no need for me to see his nasty d***. He said that he would f*** me good and that I was only prolonging the inevitable by coming up with excuses of why I replied back. He then said, “If I j******* and c** before 30 minutes I will give you $500 and admit that Mexican guys are better than black guys, if not then you will go out on a date with me”. I should have said no, but I wanted to hear that from him. I didn’t need the money but it didn’t hurt getting $500 from this cocky jerk. I said, “How about one hour”. He replied back by saying. “You just wanna see my d*** a little longer hahaha”. I replied back, “f*** no I just know that you won’t last.” He said fine so he pulled out his d***. It was big, about 10 inches. When I saw it I think he saw when I gulp and chuckled to my reaction. I wanted to back down but I already had come this far. It got hard and he began to jerk himself with it. I felt disgusted and amazed at the same time so my only reaction was to laugh nervously as I put my hand in my mouth and here and there turned my face in embarrassment. I felt that the most he was going to last was 20 minutes but part of me knew he would last at least for 40 minutes which is why I agree to one hour. Knowing we were going to be here for some time I began to root against him and even walk away to get water just to piss him off by letting him know I was uninterested leaving him j******* by himself. “Are you done?” I said when 27 minutes have gone. “Does it look like im done? I’m hard and dry aint no way I’m done baby girl. Don’t worry you wont be disappointed.” he said. Before you knew 45 minutes had passed by. I couldn’t believe it so began to speak to him in a low subtle voice. “Come on PAPI, is ok you know wanna come now”. I winked at him while I began to touch my crotch over my shorts and squeeze my b****. I bit my lower lip and said, “You like this don’t you”. I couldn’t believe myself what I was doing but I didn’t wanted him to last. The black guy who’s name is Maurice said. “Shiiid girl that’s cheating but you ask for an hour and yo a** is finna get an hour”. By this time I did feel like my p**** was beginning to feel wet. Before you know it, one hour had passed by. He came buckets of c** after 73 minutes almost look like that volcano project I did back in 5th grade. Now I had no choice but to go out on a date with him. However I was impressed how he was able to hold himself from cummin.
I didn’t want to so I told him it needs to be before sunset, in a public place and I need to bring my cousin with me. He didn’t seem to be bothered; instead he asked me if my cousin was fine like me, I rolled my eyes. The day of the date we went for some coffee. The minute he sat down he began to talk about subjects he never talked with me. He started talking about cartoons and rappers with my cousin. He spent more time talking to my cousin than me. He made her laugh, I felt relieved and annoyed. By the time we were done he walked us to my car. He gave my cousin a kiss on the cheek and then asked me if I enjoyed our date. I said to him that he spent most of the time talking to my cousin. “OH s***, Blanca is jealous!”. I was not jealous so I said no but I knew it was stupid of me of saying that. He then hugged me and told me he won’t let me go until I admit it. He’s a tall guy so my face was pressed against his hard chest. I felt uncomfortable but instead of getting mad I laughed. He said come on just say it. “Fine, I’m jealous now let me go”. He said that he only wanted me and still didn’t let me go. People were passing by, I knew I could have screamed for help but I didn’t want to cause a scene and then be lectured by my cousin as to why I agreed to date this guy. Didn’t want her to think that I was going through a quarantine crisis. My cousin was already surprised that I even agreed to go out on a date with a black guy that look like a gang banger to begin with. I felt that if I hugged him back then he could let me go. He then grabbed my a** and squeezed it while he gave me a kiss. He walked away, on the way home my cousin asked me on why, how and when I began to feel interested in black guys. I told her that it was through a mutual friend but that I wasn’t fond of the idea. My cousin said that he’s funny but too ugly and ghetto for me. Not that he was ugly but his features were not features that we were into but he was tall and had a nice body.
But something happened one night when I went out with my friends to a bar with a patio. It was a bar with light restrictions but they were flexible with their restrictions. They allowed us to dance when most of the people in the bar started to leave. I had posted some stories that night of the bar. When all of sudden my ex, a guy known to be a player, a Machista that was possessive arrived with two of his cousins. I didn’t want to talk to him but I did want to rub it on his face on what he lost. I was dancing with my friends s******* but I realized that most of the guys were too shy to ask us or too ugly. That’s when Maurice the black guy showed up with his friends. I rolled my eyes, “Great my luck, I should have hid my story from him.” He went straight to me, he came with 8 friends. Most were black but some were light skin, two were Latino and one was Samoan. I was with 6 girlfriends and 3 guy friends They got close and tried to dance with my friends. Maurice looked different, he had a hair cut, was dressed in a nice shirt, smelled good and had some nice earrings with a nice after shaved. I gave him a smirk and turned away from him to let him know that I didn’t want to dance with him. I began to dance with my guy friend but Maurice was persistent. He began to show off his dance moves to us and smiled. I knew I looked good, I was wearing black tight pants with a white tie front long sleeve ruched crop top. I had my hair down. I didn’t want to dance with Maurice but I was less interested in having my night ruined by my ex. So I swayed my hips side to side and then brush off Maurice to dance with my friends but he didn’t stop pursuing me. So when Maurice got behind me and pressed his crotch behind and placed his hands on my stomach. I gave in and grind on him. I went down, had my hands against the wall or on my lap, face down while I pushed my a** on Maurice. My friends were shocked at me, I’m also not a drinker but after seeing my ex I drank two shots to calm down. My ex was mad so he got close to me and tried to talk to me. I said I didn’t want to talk and it looked like Maurice wanted to fight. My friends tried to calm him down and his cousins told him to relax. We left the bar and my ex walked towards me. I didn’t want him around I told my friend to get my ex out of my sight before I go crazy. Maurice then came close to me and put his arm over my shoulder. I looked back at my ex and gave Maurice a kiss in front of my ex. My ex called me a “puta” and tried to punch Maurice but Maurice threw a fast punch that put my ex on the floor. My ex is stocky but only 5’9 while Maurice is 6’3 and toned. My ex was then pulled away by some of my friends and his cousins. Maurice and his friend then walked me and my friend to his car and said that he can home. I knew well that I was in no conditioned to drive and neither was any of my friends. We had taken 3 cars but now they were all full because we had brought more people with us. I didn’t want this black guy to take me home and know where I live or for me to drive him to his hood so we agreed to get a hotel room with my friends. Maurice then said he can drive me and my Fiat 124 Spider car. My best friend was passed out in another car and I was mad at my friend for not taking my place and driving shot gun in my car. I didn’t want too but I gave my friend the location of my phone and I texted my friends the hotel address. Maurice had other plans however so he rented two rooms next to each other just in case. I wasn’t drunk but I felt a little buzz in the hotel lobby, Maurice was getting touchy with me. Since my ex wasn’t around I didn’t need him anymore so I kept pushing away saying stop. We were waiting by the lobby for my friends to arrive when all of sudden we looked outside and my ex was there with some guys. I think one of my friends must have given him or his friends the location. Maurice saw him and said “I’m gonna f*** up this ****”. I didn’t wanted Maurice to fight my ex and part of me didn’t want my ex to get hurt. I told Maurice to let it go and instead I’ll give him another kiss and to not worry about him. No one was watching and I didn’t want the staff to notice otherwise the plans could have gotten ruined. Maurice said how bout If I flash him instead since I saw his d***. I got mad and cussed him out and pushed him. I decided to get to my senses and felt like perhaps it was best to go with my ex. I took a few steps heading towards the door when Maurice pulled my arm and pin me on my back against a table there. “I’ll s*** on these t****** then”, that’s all I heard Maurice say before he began to kiss my cleavage. So many thoughts came through my mind but the logical one which screamed was not one of them. I tilt my head back and roll my eyes slightly back to find my ex standing there dumbfounded there behind the glass doors while he witnessed this stranger, a black guy kiss the breasts of his sweet innocent ex he once knew. I had a devious thought and pursed my lips together with a grin. I could only imagine the view he got. Seeing the top of the head of this black guy in between the two mountain breasts he once loved. Me and Maurice didn’t stay there for long before we got up fast once we heard the sound of our friends approaching. My ex however was now being convinced by his friends to leave saying stuff like, “Ella no te combiene wey”. When my friends got there we went to the room. “Never do that again” I said to Maurice as we walked to the elevator. When we got to the room we notice that It was a spacious room. We played music and drank. I’m not a drinker so I was drinking water to sober down but I was keeping my eyes on Maurice trying to make sure he didn’t got close to me. But he seem to loose his attention on me as he was busy cracking jokes with the guests. One of my guy was talking to me. He was that Mexican guy with brown skin who once had a crush on me. I rejected him because I thought he was too dark for me. But he was actually quite handsome. Who would have thought that I would have end up grinding on a black guy and let that black guy kiss my breasts who is way darker than him. I was sitting on the bed feeling sleepy so I whispered to Maurice that if I can use the other room to take a nap. He smiled and said yea and led me outside that room and opened the door of the room next to us. As soon as we got into the room he kissed me but instead of pushing him off I let him continue. We made out while I helped Maurice take off his shirt revealing his hard pecs and abs. He began to kiss my neck and my t***. I pushed him to the bed and undid his pants while I took my pants down. I grabbed his long thick hard c*** and began to stroke it before I put it in my mouth. “You earn this haha” I said as I wink at him. Maurice only grin and lean his back knowing well what was expected to happen. I licked it the first two times and then sucked the tip until I felt ready to go down all the way. I was bobbing my head up and down attempting to reach this d*** in my throat. I was choking as soon as his d*** went to my throat. His eyes met my eyes for a minute and then I continue going up and down. I had saliva dripping down on his d***. I licked my hand and began to wet my p****. Maurice saw this and pulled me up and kissed me. He began to tease my p**** with his d***. I told him I was scared of his size and to be careful. So he pulled me up and placed my p**** on his face. I began to c** while I grabbed tight to the headboard. He pulled me down and pushed his 10 in c*** in my p****. It was so big that I didn’t think it would fit but I was so wet that I began to go half way. I grunted and moaned but I cover my mouth as I shut my eyes. I remain there for a few minutes slowly lowering myself into his d***. Then I began to slowly push up and then push down slowly. “OMG it hurts, I can’t do this” I said softly. “Shhh you almost have it baby” he said. “Nooo I can’t, ow my p**** is never going to work again” I said back. “He then lick his finger and began to play with my c*******. Before you know it I was bouncing up and down and began to increase the speed while I took my crop top off. He squeezed my a** and then my b**** while he pressed them together to s*** on my n******. My long hair was going all over the place which I often had to toss it back to keep it away from my face. I moaned and a few times put my hand over my mouth in order for our friends to not hear me in the other room. I collapsed on his body and he kept going until he came. I passed out next to him for about 2 hours before he woke me up when he grabbed my hips to get behind me. He was f****** me d**********. I didn’t really like d********** at first because it hurt me and this was no better in fact it was worse but I did enjoy riding him. I also didn’t like that he pulled my hair and smacked my a** hard like two times. It was uncomfortable being in that position. My head was in an awkward position as he pulled my hair. “Who owns this p****” he said to me. “Grrrr stop it” I said back. “I won’t let you go until you tell me” he said back. “You do! You own this f****** p****” I said back a little angry that he had humiliated me. Once I said that he let go of my hair and gave me a hard smack on my right a** cheek where it push my head own. I screeched and then grabbed my mouth fast. We finished off, him on top of me. We had turned the lights off by now. He was now slow and gentle with his dicks still inside of me. He was now giving me soft kisses in my neck, my face and lips. We touched, caressed and kissed while he moved rhythmically inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck while I kissed him. Suddenly he asked me. “So are black guys better?”. I stopped for a bit second and with some hesitation I said back with a smile, “Definitely”. Then I grabbed his head and pushed his face on my breasts until we fell asleep. I was enjoying his company so when he tried to get off I pulled him closer to my breasts as I giggled. When I woke up I begged my friends to keep this between us. I did notice too the awkwardness of my Mexican friend who one time like me but felt I wouldn’t have given him a chance because I was picky. Felt some regret in his eyes. But I didn’t want people to start seeing me differently. I wore turtlenecks for 2 days however, due to hickies on my chest and neck. Since my skin is pale it’s easier to leave marks on my skin. My ex sent me a long text message trying to make me feel bad saying how I changed. Of course he forgot that he has cheated on me in the past and has practically been such a misogynist jerk.
Me and Maurice had a thing for 2 months before I decided to break things off during the 2020 holidays. We never made things official. I always knew that he was not boyfriend material and neither Maurice wanted a relationship. We kept our fling discreet. I didn’t like where he lived so I always made him have s** with me in a hotel room. The s** was amazing, never had I have s** with someone standing up until I met him. I didn’t even know what was possible. I also learned reversed cowgirl after he thought me. His tongue game was also strong. Maurice on his part said that i f*** like a p*** star. Idk it could be the fact that there’s no romantic feelings between us, just lustful instincts. Eventually I began to like d********** while he choked me. The only time we did something in public was when I gave him a b******* in the parking lot Hermosa Beach at night. My t*** were out while I was on my knees sucking his c*** while a group of guys saw us. When I cut things with him I blocked him. I was now interested in this new guy from Las Vegas who is Mexican, light skin with hazel eyes and is 6’0 like the guys I’m into.
