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BlackListed Mistress!
TJ Ryder
(Inspired from the Personals Columns in Sao Paulo)
Like a lot of relatively unattractive males I thought it would
be easier for me to come up with a solution to my so-called social
life in a foreign country where my salary went a lot further, and
I was frankly inspired by my friend and fellow New yorker Frank
who had taken a 12 month assignment in Brazil and just went on and
on about how hot the women were! So I volunteered.. The problem was,
well, it was even worse, the competition that is. The babes were
stupendous as a rule! And the beach scene were I worked was filled
with beautiful bodies, unlike mine. Like a lot of wimpy types,
I had no beardline at 35 years age, and was a skinny pale 145 lbs
and 5'5", kind of like Frank.
When I had accepted the year long assignment I thought I had
a great mentor who had gotten me the job, an excellent exchange rate in
US dollars, and the possibility of some exciting nightlife in one of
the most sophisticated world capitals.
Well, mentor Frank was good for my career but turned out to be
a big disappointment in the social area so far. And that was surprising
because he was seen in the company of an absolutely lovely
blonde, giving me hope, because, frankly, he and Bob were not too
studly to begin with. When I had hinted at a fix up with one of
Teresa's friends, he had just laughed, hinting I wasn't ready for
her friends until I knew the scene better. In fact he kind of looked
a little embarassed about it so I backed off and looked for
someone else to clue me in.
After three months of zero action in the clubs, the tropical resort
atmosphere with its redolent sexuality was making me crazy, and when
I complained to a fellow contractor on a project over lunch about Frank's
selfish attitude to fixing a fellow citizen up, the guy laughed.
"He's doing you a favor bud! His girlfriend ain't all she looks like!"
"What do you mean?" He just shrugged. I didn't know him well enough
to coax him.
However, that did plant a seed, so I asked a guy who I knew didn't
like Frank all that much anyway, a business rival, and made a little crack
about his girlfriend. He laughed, said it served him right!
"Well," I said, "she is hot!"
"Yeah, right, hot for who, or what!" I laughed with him.
"And you know, when I first got in town, after seeing them together,
I asked him to fix me up too!"
He chuckled, "not surprised! Anyone could make that mistake if they
didn't know this town. But you can find other mistresses in the capital
that aren't nigger lovers!" Letting that sink in, I tried not to pause
in the conversation.
"Um, but, I guess that's kind of different here than in the states!"
"Sure, I think it's like it was in the states 50 years ago. And now
the blacks are all so political and all. The way I hear it, Teresa's
pretty typical for white wives who had black studs in the woodwork, she
was so indiscreet the husband's family forced the divorce. Now she's
like so many white girls on the outs, black owned and black listed!"
"Black listed?"
"Oh sure, Teresa had a great job in public relations before the divorce.
Cuz she's so great looking and all. Now of course she works some minimum
wage thing, and naturally her buck don't help at all. Being a mistress is
what most of these girls have to do for a living!"
"Still, it's kind of a surprise!"
"Lots of Americans say that. The black listing is for indiscretion,
that's what you new tourists don't understand. White girls humping black
guys is old news here, but the latest thing is this OBEAH radical
black superiority thing, and that makes the girls indiscreet, and
that sort of threatens the whole society!"
I paused trying to take all this in, cuz this explains Frank's
behavior and embarassment.
"I mean," his coworker said, scanning the paper, "it's all there
if you want to read it, just check out the personals!"
"Personals!"
He laughed, "sure, the blue balls section!"
Timmy picked up the local paper, because he had seen a personals
column in there, and looked it over.
'There's no blueballs section, Harry!"
"Oh sure there is, for guys like us there is, right in there with
the Interracial section! Just read the ads, haha, but don't jack off
cuz those ballbusters don't allow that! Ha ha!"
Weakly laughing, I didn't have time to peruse the ads at work
but when I got home, found several kinds online, and entered another
world. Worse part is they came with pictures, and I knew immediately
I'd be stroking off after the first ad.
Choosing a really voluptuous bikini clad beauty who also
lived near the beach, the ad read
'Love my Blacks in nothing and whites in panties!'
and another ad read 'blonde, sub to black studs and bitch to
whiteboys, call me!'
There were several like that one, one luscious blonde
was very open about needing money from whiteboys and big black cock from
black studs! They were quite open about trolling both sides of
the street. That made him even harder, because they acted like they
could get whatever they wanted so why not just be up front!
And, the more he read, the more he realized what a chord it was
striking. Many wanted certain things and expectations from white boys.
Like wearing panties, paying for the room, serving both her and her lover-s,
and many times, 'blue ball dates!'
One particular woman, luscious in a string bikini sitting on a beach
towel, was more revealing. In her mid thirties, light brown hair, almost
blonde, buxom, was touchingly honest about her need for discretion
and some financial assistance but not a lot, enough to pay for a room,
but also how she missed it when her ex husband supported her when she
went black, encouraged her to try it, and then abandoned her because
of his family's pressure when she went black! I decided to email her
and two days later I got a response, not too negative.
After some cybering with 'Mirala' and some other women, I was at
the stage where I was willing to accept being a 'friend' to a beautiful
woman rather than nothing to nobody. Some called it money slaves,
sissies, cuckolds, pantyboys and even worse terms. Mirala at first
said she wanted a 'special friend', and then a 'friend to the Black
Experience', and as I talked about my life, my physical description,
and she told me about how much she loved and needed big black bucks
in her life, and how important her 'friend' should accept that, I
knew my sub streak would be coming out hard, as hard as my little
penis.
The best part was when I sent her my picture she was sincerely
pleased because I was exactly what I had described myself.
Once she was a little bitchy and called me a pantyboy and I
was ashamed and excited at the same time. I confessed I was still
a relative novice and hadn't actually bought panties yet, and she delicately
insisted I get them. That was on the second phone call. She hadn't
yet decided to actually meet me in some neutral spot yet.
"I realize your'e new to this country, Timmy, and to this, well,
scene, but I just couldn't go out with a white boy who didn't at
least wear panties!"
"OF course, Mirala, I-I know that!"
"Then you promise you will go out tomorrow and get several pairs.
Not just to wear when you call me, but all the time, the way a good
white pantyboy should!"
"I-I agree, Mirala, I was wondering, um, when we could meet!"
Pause, "Well, I have a date very soon, Timmy, but if you like I
could meet you afterwards. You know its common for pantyboys
and girls like me to have what they call 'second dates'. I moaned
at that, because she was going on her date with some big black stud.
But then she changed her mind, and said it would probably take
all night.
"Oh, um, of course, perhaps some time, other time?" Very disappointed,
because the idea of her going out on a date now with a big black stud
and seeing her right afterwards, was I, knew, her way of ballbusting
him.
"Yes," she said, "call me tomorrow, and promise you will wear
panties at least!"
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