It was at the beginning or my second year at the university. Everything still a little new, but hey, we made it through the first year and thought we did pretty good. We were going out to a club, something we didn’t do too often, as we couldn’t really afford it – and we didn’t like the people in most clubs anyway. We still tried to be intellectuals after all 
We were sitting at a table in the back, my – kind of – boyfriend and Erika, the girl I lived with, two other girlfriends and three guys from one of our seminars. There was a black DJ doing really good grooves, we liked it, even though we were more into indie-stuff. But there weren’t too many clubs with American DJs and he did know what he was doing. When his term was over, he stood at the bar. Cool guy, quite big, but not this heavy-wheight-lifting type. I don’t know, probably I was staring at him, but he looked across the room, right at our table and started walking slowly in our direction. The others didn’t realize, only Erika, who was as exited and scared as I was. Then he stood right in front of our table. "What’s up?", he said. Hes voice was deep and we grinned foolishly. Only now the boys and the other girls noticed and looked up at him in awe. "Mind if I have a seat?", he said and was so damm cool. Erika and one of the boys tried to make some space for him, but he didn’t even see them. He looked at my boyfriend and said just one word: "Move." The guy, who was actually just a very dear friend of mine, at least in my opinion, protested and tried to get closer to me, so the DJ could sit on his other side. "What’s this now?", the DJ said, "are you a baby", and imitating a high pitched whining white boy’s voice, "no, this is my seat, I go and tell my Mom, and she’ll get ya." Everybody was laughing, and so finally the tall black man came to sit right next to me.
It was like electricity, when I felt the rough denim of his jeans – and the heat underneath – against my naked thigh. I was wearing one of my few miniskirts that night.
Strange thing: he didn’t talk to me. Not a single word, he didn’t even seem to notice me. Craig, as I had heard his name was, talked charmingly to all the guys, was a little flattering with Erika and the girls, told stories, made them laugh, made them exited as he was talking about a world, none of us knew. A tough world, where only the strong have a chance. And "get the pussy", as he said, what made Erika and the girls shriek in excitement – and the eyes of the boys sparkle.
This went on forever. As nobody cared about me, I was drinking too much. And started to get a little tired, dizzy – when I heard the first words, he said to me, and only to me, as his lips were close to my ear all of a sudden: "Spread your legs." It hit me like a slap in the face – and my cheeks were burning just like it really had been. Everybody else was still talking loudly about his last sexy story, nobody had heard his words. I wanted to leave right away and tried to get up. But Craig just put his left arm around my shoulders, pressing me down firmly into my seat: "Now, what about our little shy girl – what’ s her name again, yes Ayshe, thanks bro. Ayshe, what was your craziest sex-story? Everybody told one already – it’s your turn now." With my cheeks still glowing, I started to tell a rather harmless story about some elevator-kissing, but added a few, what I then thought to be, explicit details. I was so happy to be in the party again. And I wanted to impress Craig...
I managed to get some good laughs, Erika even had tears in her eyes, when I ended. I felt happy and warm – I had almost forgotten Craigs words and his heavy arm that wouldn’t let me go.
It was then, when I felt his left hand right between my legs. His touch hit me like an electric shock, my spine straightened to the max, pushing my breasts forward against the garment of my blouse. I pressed my thighs together as fiercely as I could, but his hand had pushed a trigger, which started slow waves of soft pain spreading from my groin up to my belly, I felt heat building up, and the skin of my inner thighs getting so sensitive, that my pressing increased the heat, this tension, that grew, till it was no pain anymore … When he whispered in my ear: "Spread your legs", I could feel his breath in my neck, causing goosepumps and sparms of electricity in my nipples.
I had to move my thighs apart just a little bit, just so they wouldn’t touch anymore. This was the moment, when he slipped his hand into my skirt quickly, getting his long fingers right at my vulva. He pushed my panties aside. "Mmh, I like my bitches clean shaven", he whispered. I was utterly embarrassed, being a Muslima, I started removing all my bodyhair at an early age, which caused lots of sneering from my classmates in school when showering after sports. And I was still selfconscious about it. This and just hearing the word bitch, brought another heatwave over me. Never had a man called me a name like that before. Maybe I gave in for another inch, I don’t know, but Craig started playing me. And he knew how to do this too. Pressing the right spot, stroking my outer lips softly, then pinching them all of a sudden. "Now", he said in a hoarse voice, so close, that I thought he was inside me, "I won’t say that again, bitch. Spread…", stroking, pinching, one finger f...d its way in between my swollen lips, "Your…" he could feel that I was wet, and made good use of it, „Legs." By the time he was finished, my knees were well apart like a cowboy's sipping on his whisky in a Saloon.
"Oh my god - what am I doing here", I thought and indeed it seemed as if I was thinking for the first time this evening. Before I had been all emotions, fear, when the man was approaching after he found out, I was staring at him, disturbance, when he ignored me, shock, when he started playing with me, excitement, when he smiled at my little story and, yes, I had to admit, lust, when he touched me. Nobody had noticed so far, I was still the smart, witty student with her peers, more or less respected, just a normal girl, even if one lucky enough to look better than a dustpin. But now I felt that I was about to cross a boarder, which wouldn't allow retreat. Just like when I climbed up on the 10-yards-diving-tower when I was still a child. I was looking down then, the blue water miles away, knowing, that it took just one step and I'd be free falling, with no chance to change my mind anymore. I didn't take this step then, I climbed down shamefully, hiding from my laughin friends.
And now? I could almost feel the dampy air rising up, from between my legs, smelling like pure sex. "You can do better than that", Craig said louder as he had moved his lips away from my ear. So loud, that I was afraid the others could hear it. But no one listened. I was all alone. And now?
Finally I did spread my legs as wide as I could, to give him convenient access to wherever he would choose to send his teasing, thrilling, strong and smooth fingers to. I could still see my friends, my familiar company, but I was far away by then, couldn’t even hear a word they were saying, just the rush of blood in my ears, and this deep voice, "Spread", "Bitch", "Cunt". And then: "Move your ass, slut." Louder than ever. I saw Erika look in his direction first, then her eyes were following his arm, and she was staring at me. But I was beyond this invisible line, we're always told not to cross, and started riding his fingers, slowly first, my hips circling, then faster. Soon the others watched me too. My boyfriend stood up, I think he called my name, wanted me to leave with him, but I couldn’t talk, my mouth was completely dry, all my body-fluids seemed to have gone directly between my legs, my panties, even my thighs were dripping wet by now. Just before he left, I came in a moaning, groaning, animallike orgasm. Two of the girls also left, disgusted.
I felt ashamed, wanted to cry, but still couldn’t stop, Craig’s fingers deep inside me, caressing, then pumping again, spreading me wide, making me gasp and sigh. Erika had stayed and was looking as fascinated as the three remaining boys. And it seemed to go on for hours...
"Now bitch. Time to show your friends, what kinda slut you are. Get up. "Slowly, as my legs wouldn’t follow right away, but without hesitating, I obeyed. His hand was still between my thighs, but soothing now, comforting. He seemed to know, that any fast move, the slightest penetration would have f...d my knees to give in and send me to the ground. But he just held my pussy and it seemed to me, that his hand was the only thing that still held me upright, almost like a glove puppet. And at the same time, this hand was my only friend, who saved me from the sneering disgust of my classmates. I didn't know then, Craig had a much more terrible plan...
to be continued.
We were sitting at a table in the back, my – kind of – boyfriend and Erika, the girl I lived with, two other girlfriends and three guys from one of our seminars. There was a black DJ doing really good grooves, we liked it, even though we were more into indie-stuff. But there weren’t too many clubs with American DJs and he did know what he was doing. When his term was over, he stood at the bar. Cool guy, quite big, but not this heavy-wheight-lifting type. I don’t know, probably I was staring at him, but he looked across the room, right at our table and started walking slowly in our direction. The others didn’t realize, only Erika, who was as exited and scared as I was. Then he stood right in front of our table. "What’s up?", he said. Hes voice was deep and we grinned foolishly. Only now the boys and the other girls noticed and looked up at him in awe. "Mind if I have a seat?", he said and was so damm cool. Erika and one of the boys tried to make some space for him, but he didn’t even see them. He looked at my boyfriend and said just one word: "Move." The guy, who was actually just a very dear friend of mine, at least in my opinion, protested and tried to get closer to me, so the DJ could sit on his other side. "What’s this now?", the DJ said, "are you a baby", and imitating a high pitched whining white boy’s voice, "no, this is my seat, I go and tell my Mom, and she’ll get ya." Everybody was laughing, and so finally the tall black man came to sit right next to me.
It was like electricity, when I felt the rough denim of his jeans – and the heat underneath – against my naked thigh. I was wearing one of my few miniskirts that night.
Strange thing: he didn’t talk to me. Not a single word, he didn’t even seem to notice me. Craig, as I had heard his name was, talked charmingly to all the guys, was a little flattering with Erika and the girls, told stories, made them laugh, made them exited as he was talking about a world, none of us knew. A tough world, where only the strong have a chance. And "get the pussy", as he said, what made Erika and the girls shriek in excitement – and the eyes of the boys sparkle.
This went on forever. As nobody cared about me, I was drinking too much. And started to get a little tired, dizzy – when I heard the first words, he said to me, and only to me, as his lips were close to my ear all of a sudden: "Spread your legs." It hit me like a slap in the face – and my cheeks were burning just like it really had been. Everybody else was still talking loudly about his last sexy story, nobody had heard his words. I wanted to leave right away and tried to get up. But Craig just put his left arm around my shoulders, pressing me down firmly into my seat: "Now, what about our little shy girl – what’ s her name again, yes Ayshe, thanks bro. Ayshe, what was your craziest sex-story? Everybody told one already – it’s your turn now." With my cheeks still glowing, I started to tell a rather harmless story about some elevator-kissing, but added a few, what I then thought to be, explicit details. I was so happy to be in the party again. And I wanted to impress Craig...
I managed to get some good laughs, Erika even had tears in her eyes, when I ended. I felt happy and warm – I had almost forgotten Craigs words and his heavy arm that wouldn’t let me go.
It was then, when I felt his left hand right between my legs. His touch hit me like an electric shock, my spine straightened to the max, pushing my breasts forward against the garment of my blouse. I pressed my thighs together as fiercely as I could, but his hand had pushed a trigger, which started slow waves of soft pain spreading from my groin up to my belly, I felt heat building up, and the skin of my inner thighs getting so sensitive, that my pressing increased the heat, this tension, that grew, till it was no pain anymore … When he whispered in my ear: "Spread your legs", I could feel his breath in my neck, causing goosepumps and sparms of electricity in my nipples.
I had to move my thighs apart just a little bit, just so they wouldn’t touch anymore. This was the moment, when he slipped his hand into my skirt quickly, getting his long fingers right at my vulva. He pushed my panties aside. "Mmh, I like my bitches clean shaven", he whispered. I was utterly embarrassed, being a Muslima, I started removing all my bodyhair at an early age, which caused lots of sneering from my classmates in school when showering after sports. And I was still selfconscious about it. This and just hearing the word bitch, brought another heatwave over me. Never had a man called me a name like that before. Maybe I gave in for another inch, I don’t know, but Craig started playing me. And he knew how to do this too. Pressing the right spot, stroking my outer lips softly, then pinching them all of a sudden. "Now", he said in a hoarse voice, so close, that I thought he was inside me, "I won’t say that again, bitch. Spread…", stroking, pinching, one finger f...d its way in between my swollen lips, "Your…" he could feel that I was wet, and made good use of it, „Legs." By the time he was finished, my knees were well apart like a cowboy's sipping on his whisky in a Saloon.
"Oh my god - what am I doing here", I thought and indeed it seemed as if I was thinking for the first time this evening. Before I had been all emotions, fear, when the man was approaching after he found out, I was staring at him, disturbance, when he ignored me, shock, when he started playing with me, excitement, when he smiled at my little story and, yes, I had to admit, lust, when he touched me. Nobody had noticed so far, I was still the smart, witty student with her peers, more or less respected, just a normal girl, even if one lucky enough to look better than a dustpin. But now I felt that I was about to cross a boarder, which wouldn't allow retreat. Just like when I climbed up on the 10-yards-diving-tower when I was still a child. I was looking down then, the blue water miles away, knowing, that it took just one step and I'd be free falling, with no chance to change my mind anymore. I didn't take this step then, I climbed down shamefully, hiding from my laughin friends.
And now? I could almost feel the dampy air rising up, from between my legs, smelling like pure sex. "You can do better than that", Craig said louder as he had moved his lips away from my ear. So loud, that I was afraid the others could hear it. But no one listened. I was all alone. And now?
Finally I did spread my legs as wide as I could, to give him convenient access to wherever he would choose to send his teasing, thrilling, strong and smooth fingers to. I could still see my friends, my familiar company, but I was far away by then, couldn’t even hear a word they were saying, just the rush of blood in my ears, and this deep voice, "Spread", "Bitch", "Cunt". And then: "Move your ass, slut." Louder than ever. I saw Erika look in his direction first, then her eyes were following his arm, and she was staring at me. But I was beyond this invisible line, we're always told not to cross, and started riding his fingers, slowly first, my hips circling, then faster. Soon the others watched me too. My boyfriend stood up, I think he called my name, wanted me to leave with him, but I couldn’t talk, my mouth was completely dry, all my body-fluids seemed to have gone directly between my legs, my panties, even my thighs were dripping wet by now. Just before he left, I came in a moaning, groaning, animallike orgasm. Two of the girls also left, disgusted.
I felt ashamed, wanted to cry, but still couldn’t stop, Craig’s fingers deep inside me, caressing, then pumping again, spreading me wide, making me gasp and sigh. Erika had stayed and was looking as fascinated as the three remaining boys. And it seemed to go on for hours...
"Now bitch. Time to show your friends, what kinda slut you are. Get up. "Slowly, as my legs wouldn’t follow right away, but without hesitating, I obeyed. His hand was still between my thighs, but soothing now, comforting. He seemed to know, that any fast move, the slightest penetration would have f...d my knees to give in and send me to the ground. But he just held my pussy and it seemed to me, that his hand was the only thing that still held me upright, almost like a glove puppet. And at the same time, this hand was my only friend, who saved me from the sneering disgust of my classmates. I didn't know then, Craig had a much more terrible plan...
to be continued.
