A little Topping (Size *Doesn't* Matter) -- by lightswitch (c) May, 2007 (FF, lesbian), Femdom, (ir, interr, interracial), reluc, mild exhibitionism, humiliation, (white female, wf, black female, bf, asian female) In my sophomore year at college, I lived in Barrett Hall -- an all female dorm on the North Campus of a major midwestern university. My favorite roommate, Ellen, and I were a study in contrasts: She was blonde, to my brunette and stood about 5'5" to my 5'10." Most would consider Ellen "*very* cute." I believe I am rather attractive, too, but not in any "cute, little girl" way. I had recently realized that I had become a bit "bi-curious." While Ellen was definitely hot, my real crush was on the girl in the room across the hall: Kim. Kim was a strikingly beautiful Asian -- close to my height, but slightly slimmer. Some had whispered that Kim was a lesbian with dominance kinks, whose submissive girlfriend had recently flunked out and had had to go back to Iowa. Since Kim's only remaining roommate was a short, fat, somewhat-homely black chick, I felt that this set-back might open up some ... opportunities ... for some new experiences for me. I thrilled at the thought of being topped by this exotic beauty (yes, I am an abject submissive). Why did I mention my roommate Ellen, you ask? In October of that year, Ellen let it slip that *she* was also bi-curious and that *she* (unfortunately) had developed a crush ... on my Kim. Wisely, I kept my own lusts to myself and merely wished her luck. The situation sucked. Ellen was a nice enough person, but there was no way I was going to pass on a potentially ultra-erotic relationship with the sultry, dominant Kim! I began wearing revealing clothes, around the dorm, and took to walking around my room in lingerie (with the door open!) hoping to attract Kim's notice from across the hall. Ellen and my other two roommates seemed oblivious to my scheme (although perhaps a bit attracted; however, I had to focus on my goal). Around April, it looked as if my efforts might be paying off: I started to catch Kim glancing at me, appraisingly, as I walked by. I played it cool; I didn't want Kim to realize *I* was trying to seduce *her*. Then, one day, I found a note, with my name on it, that had been slid under the door. It read: "I noticed you trying to get my attention. It worked. I GOT to have you! My roomie goes to sleep at 10 every night -- come to my room at 11. Tonight. The door be unlocked. Leave yer close in yer room. You gone be my bitch." I instantly went weak and wet. What a *domme* Kim was -- making me slink across the dormitory hallway, without clothes, and slip into her room where she could have her way with me ... all while her roommate slept in the next room, less than 10 feet away! I was trembling with excitement and couldn't wait for the next 6 hours to pass. And the intentional misspellings and bad grammar ... ! A nice touch. When it was about 10 to 11, I couldn't wait any longer. Besides, maybe the cruel Asian beauty would "punish" me for disobeying and coming early. It was very likely that I *would* be cumming early tonight ... and often. Ellen had told me she was spending the night at a friend's (she'd hinted at erotic surprises -- good for her! Maybe this meant Ellen would be getting distracted with some other girl, leaving less competition for me!) and my other two roommates had gone home for the weekend, so the coast was clear. I turned out the lights and cast my jeans and t-shirt on the bed. My pale, white skin almost glowed in the moonlight that shone in from the lone window in the room. I slid out of my bra and panties and stood in the middle of my dorm room, nude, quivering at my own wickedness and the thoughts of so many girls, so close by, with no idea I was standing here like this. I could feel moisture starting to trickle down my leg. Slowly I cracked the front door and peeked out into the hall. Though nobody was there, the hall was brightly lit and the distance from my door to Kim's seemed much farther than I remembered. The fear of being caught was almost enough to make me chicken out, but the promise of what lay ahead finally overcame my fear.I slid out into the hall, quietly closing my door, and flattening myself against the shallow alcove of the doorway. Panicking a bit, I realized that the alcove was much too shallow to hide me ... my chest, especially, jutted out noticeably. After a quick look both ways, I bolted across the hall and fumbled with the knob of Kim's door. As promised, the door was unlocked. Gratefully, I slid in and closed the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, by three small candles, setting in a row on the desk against the wall, to the left. As my eyes began to adjust to the soft glow of the candlelight, I realized I wasn't alone. The faint rustle of skin-on-chair-fabric, as someone shifted their position, brought my attention to the far wall, to the right of the window. No moonlight shone through, on this side of the building, but I could see the faint outline of a person, sitting in the chair. I couldn't see her features, but I knew who it had to be: My hot Asian dominatrix! I leaned against the closed door, my knees weak with anticipation. The things Kim was going to do to me ... ! I stood straighter, knowing her darkness-adjusted eyes would be drinking in my form, adding to her own excitement. "Damn, but you is one fine piece o' ass, white girl!" came a disembodied voice, from the chair. I was a bit ... taken aback ... and confused. Whenever I had had brief exchanges with Kim, she had seemed exceptionally bright and articulate. What was with this "urban gutter" affectation, now? Maybe this was some kind of roleplay ...? My thoughts were distracted by the voice's forceful command: "Gitcher ass over here and lemme take a look atchoo," she said. I slowly took a few steps forward, knowing the candlelight would fully illuminate my nude body for her. "Dayum!" came a breathy exclamation. "Your titties're even bigger than mine!" I slowly continued crossing the room, towards my lover-to-be, sitting in her chair. But a stab of pain in my toes was quickly followed by a fall to the carpeted floor. Sitting on the carpet, I grabbed my injured digits and rocked back and forth until the pain finally began to ebb. I'd stubbed my toes on something and tripped. So much for seductive strolling! Still grabbing my aching foot, I looked for what I had tripped on. I finally spotted the offending object: A rather large, cast-iron dumbbell, with the number 30 molded into its side. "Oh, ahm sorry, honey," the voice dripped sympathy, as the figure in the chair rose to comfort me. "Ahm such a slob, leavin' dose things all over da floor." The pain was receding and I briefly marveled that Kim could be a weightlifter ... I'd never have guessed, looking at her toned, but slim frame. My eyes were finally adjusting to the low light, and the figure was close enough that I could finally see her clearly. My heart sank, but my confusion was resolved: The person who had been waiting here for this tryst ... was not the lovely object of my desire. It was her roommate. My heart sank. "Oh *fuck*!" I grunted, under my breath, but still loud enough for her to hear. Keen disappointment sliced through me. I realized that not only was I not going to be spending a lust-crazed night with Kim, but that Kim must not have even noticed any of my tactics to get her attention. Worse still, this fat little black troll *had* noticed, and mistaken them as attempts to get *her* attention. I slowly and painfully got back to my feet, examining my soon-to-be-disappointed, would-be seductress. She was about 5' tall and probably weighed as much or more than I did. On her short frame, her ass and tits looked enormous, but did distract from her rounded belly. Her dark, wooly hair was cropped short and both of her large, pudgy biceps sported tattoos that were almost unnoticeable, against her verging-on-actual-black skin -- which was even more apparent in her nakedness. She licked her grossly thick lips and scratched her fat, broad nose. I shuddered at the idea that she had thought she had even had a chance with a girl like me. "You're not Kim," I said, stating the obvious. "Look ...," I began, until I realized I didn't even know her name. "LaKeisha," she said. I stared at her blankly. "My name is LaKeisha," she said, smiling. Normally, I'd be embarrased that I didn't even know someone's name, but to be honest, I just didn't care what this fat little black nobody thought. I just wanted to get out of there, without having to deal with her pathetic come-ons. I started to explain that I had thought the note had been from ... "Kim," she finished. "I know. It was obvious datchew has the hots fer Kim. So I used dat t'lure you over ... t' me." I sighed heavily. She wasn't going to make this easy. Fine, if I had to be rude, I would. "Look, Quichie ...," I began. "LaKeisha," she corrected. "Whatever," I snapped. "I'd be flattered and all, but I have to tell you: I am just not into you. I need a lover who is a major Dominant -- someone tall, and attractive, and who who can *force* me to be their personal sex toy and just *dominate* the hell out of me." She was nodding, still smiling, but I continued, so as to disabuse her of any misconceptions. "And even if I found you attractive -- which I don't -- just look at you! You're half my height and all flab. There is just no way that someone like YOU could dominate someone like ME. I need someone bigger and more domineering." Someone like Kim. LaKeisha gave me an appraising look. "Honey, You don't seem t'realize ... it don' matter what *you* want. It ain'tcher decision ta make." I glowered at her ... what was she thinking? That she'd take me, anyway? Fat chance -- the little dyke; I'd beat her like a rug, if she tried. "But, I'll tellya what," she continued. "I love it when one of my bitches realizes that she's completely *owned* ... so I'll make a little bet: We'll fight fer yer freedom. An' when ah wins, preferably in the most humiliatin' way possible, I'll know dat you *want* me to make you my bitch." I started to say "Fuck you! Why should I fight when all I have to do is walk out, right now." But this cocky little bitch was pissing me off. I wanted to teach her a lesson. "And if I win?" I snarled. Another voice, soft and seductive, broke in: "Then I'll make you *my* bitch." Jerking my head to the right, I saw Kim, lounging in the doorway to the bedroom, her robe partly open. My mouth went dry and my cunt started juicing up again. Kim gave me a slow smile, her lips barely twitching upwards. "Sure, I noticed you trying to get my attention -- a girl would have to be blind, not to. And, to be honest, I almost snapped you up." She gazed lustily at me with heavily lidded eyes and I swear, I almost creamed right there. "But then," Kim continued, "LaKeisha told me how much she wanted you and -- well, LaKeisha is one of my dearest friends -- I just couldn't take something she wanted so badly, no matter how ... tasty ... it looked. So! Kim *did* find me desirable! I glared at LaKeisha. If it weren't for that little skank, I'd be in Kim's arms right now! I wanted to hurt her ... bad. "You're on," I told LaKeisha. "First one to pin or get a submission ..." "Nah-uh!" LaKiesha broke in. "It be too easy to pin yer white ass; it'd be all over way too quick-like." I grimaced. "Then how do you propose we determine a winner?" I asked, sarcastically. "Winner gots ta make da loser cum," she announced. My eyes widened in surprise, but she continued. "When I overpowers you, dat's one thing ... but," her voice dropped to a husky whisper, "ahm gonna *break* you, baby. Complete-like. When I beats you, you's gonna *know* you's beat. You ain't in to me -- der's no way ah kin make you cum. But if I *do* make ya cum ... that shows me -- and you -- dat you *is* into me, no matter how much ya deny it." She resumed her normal voice. "And if you can beat me ... then at least ah got off and can let Kimmy have her way with ya, after that. Mebbe she'll let me watch." I didn't want to have a sex fight with this ugly little piece of gutter trash, but ... I glanced at Kim, whose face was flushed as she watched us. Watching me watch her, she removed her panties and stuffed them somewhere, almost eye-level, to her right. I couldn't see where she stuffed them because it was behind the doorway ... and because my eyes were riveted on her gorgeous exposed muff. Kim was getting off on our conflict! That settled it ... "You're on, cunt!" I snarled at LaKeisha. I'd give Kim a show to really spice up our liaison, afterwards! The fat little black bitch gave me a predatory smile and went into a crouch. I dropped into the same stance and we circled each other, looking for an opening. We were both nude, so I struck out at the closest targets available -- slapping at her heavy, bouncing breasts. I couldn't help grinning -- this was going to be easy. I had almost a foot height advantage and only a fraction of her body fat. I was going to be especially cruel, putting on a good show for Kim. LaKeisha's dark nipples hardened visibly. I grinned. "Getting worked up there, mini-dyke?" I goaded. "Why don't you make this easy and I'll give you the working-over that we both know you secretly want." LaKeisha was panting and sweating like the pig she was -- whether from exertion or lust, I had no idea. I decided to use my height and reach advantage, so I rushed her, intending to knock her down and get her flat, in a more vulnerable position. We wrestled around a bit and I got her in a headlock. She squirmed, but couldn't get out. "Fat little dyke," I taunted her. "Can't get out? Ready to give up, yet?" I felt her fist bury itself in my belly, knocking the wind out of me. She jerked away from my loosened grasp as I wheezed and backed away. "You fucking *cunt*!" I snarled, rubbing my aching abs. You *hit* me!" The little dark troll grinned, exposing white teeth. "Thas raht, whitegirl," she laughed. No one said this wuz gonna be no fair fight. You better bring yer A-game!" Furious, I rushed her and bull-dogged her to the floor, straddling her fat, heavy boobs with my ass. I waved my pussy near her face, taunting her. "That's what you want, isn't it, you little slut!? You want me to sit on your face?" I could feel myself juicing up and knew she must be getting a noseful of my aromatic pussy. I had her arms pinned with my legs and started slapping her dark, sweaty face a few times, to show her just *who* was more dominant. She surprised me with a forceful bridge, arching her body hard and bouncing me up and forward. My crotch landed hard on her face and I thought how lucky it was she already had a flat nose. My pussy was now directly over her mouth and nose, and I gleefully rubbed it into her face. "So, you *did* want me to sit on your face, didn't you, LaKeisha! All you had to do was ask!" I laughed and turned my head to see what reaction this had had on Kim. The lovely Asian had pulled up a chair and was slowly rubbing her crotch, inside her robe. She also had one arm extended to her right, rhythmically moving, although her actual hand was hidden behind the wall. I smiled and licked my lips at her. My lusty distraction was broken when I felt hands clamp firmly on my thighs. Then a fat, thick tongue snaked up into my cunt and began lapping furiously, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. Too much pleasure. *Way* too much pleasure! With a start, I realized that I was far too excited and that kind of stimulation could send me over the edge quickly, if I let it continue. I tried to rise off her face, but her fat arms were wrapped around my upper thighs, pinning me in my kneeling/sitting position, over her head. I squirmed frantically, trying to escape that relentless tongue, but her arms were like steel cables. Must be from all the damned weight-lifting, I thought, ruefully. The feelings of pleasure mounted and spread. Panic spurred me, now ... I couldn't let the little troll win! Not only would I lose Kim, but I'd be this ugly little black bitch's sex slave. I writhed on her face, trying to squirm free, but couldn't break lose. I could feel the feathery brushes of a climax building. "No!" I panted, in desperation. "No!" The vice-like grasp of her arms suddenly relaxed and I quickly rolled off, and away from that dangerous tongue. I sat back heavily, with my back against the wall, panting and slowly regaining my calm. LaKeisha was wheezing and gasping in great lungfuls of air. "DAMmit, girl!" LaKiesha gasped, smiling broadly, "youse almost smothered me with that hot puss o' yours!" I gave silent thanks that her lungs had given out before my clit had. My legs were actually trembling and I realized there was no way I'd be able to stand, at least for the next few minutes. Unfortunately, LaKeisha seemed to recover much quicker. She leisurely strolled over and sat in my lap, pinning my hands to the floor with her knees. "Wassa matta, whitegirl?" she purred. "You almost cum, back there?" She leaned forward, mashing her huge breasts against my own, squeezing the air out of my lungs. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back forcibly. Then she slowly ran her tongue over my lips, causing me to tremble with lust, despite myself. After teasing me with licks, she wrapped her open mouth around mine, sealing her thick, dark lips around my mouth, completely enveloping my thinner, pink lips. I felt that dangerous tongue slide into my mouth and she began exploring its recesses, plunging deeply, from time to time, just as she had done with my pussy. I couldn't repress a moan as she tongue-fucked my mouth and I could feel her smile as she continued to delve deeply into me. My cunt felt tingly and swollen with lust, and I felt light-headed from her show of dominance. She brought her other arm up to entrap my head, then slid her mouth up to cover my nose, as well as mouth, effectively cutting off my air. Her tongue licked around my face and deep into my mouth. She must have been breathing through her nose, because I couldn't get any air with her mouth clamped over my lower face. She ground her tits against mine and rubbed her bare pussy against my stomach. With a start, I realized I was building towards a climax, again, even though she was not fondling my cunt. Damn, but she knew how to dominate! I struggled feebly, but she had me completely pinned. I was rapidly weakening from lack of air and was seeing spots, even as the climax grew nearer. Mercifully, I passed out before my body betrayed me. * * * * I don't know how much time passed, but when I finally came to, it was to find LaKeisha's crushing weight on my chest. She must have been hovering over me until I regained consciousness, and then settled her full weight down when she saw my eyes open. She had me in a reverse straddle, with her ample ass pressing down on my tits and her thick legs pinning my arms to my sides. Her fat ass was *so* big that it actually covered most of my own, rather generous bosom. I couldn't help but marvel that a woman that short could have *such* a huge backside. I swear she must have been almost as broad in the hips as she was tall. "This has been hot, honey, but it's tahm to finish up an' make things official-lahk," she husked, massaging my hips with her hot, sweaty hands. Slowly, her circling strokes came closer and closer to my groin. I struggled mightily, trying to throw her off, but to no avail -- she was just too heavy. Finally, her hand began stroking my cunt. It was almost an electric touch and throbbing waves of pleasure coursed through my body. She began rubbing in ernest, wracking my body with pleasure. "Please," I whimpered. "Don't!" I turned to look at Kim and was shocked to see that she was was on her knees, in back of ... a nude Ellen! Kim must have had my roommate hidden behind the doorway, all this time! A pair of wadded panties had been stuffed into Ellen's mouth -- Kim's panties! My roomate's hands were behind her back, probably bound. Kim had one arm snaked tightly around Ellen's throat, in a firm choke hold, forcing the blonde's head up ... to stare at LaKeisha, astride me. "You like that," I heard Kim murmur in Ellen's ear. "You like seeing your roommate topped by a black woman?" Ellen groaned loudly, through the panty-gag, and had an obvious climax. Looking down, I saw the reason: Kim's other hand was pistoning a silver vibrator in and out of Ellen's snatch, from behind. Judging by the blonde's quivering, wide-spread knees -- and the amount of juice literally dripping from her assaulted pussy -- Ellen and Kim were both was both getting off on seeing LaKiesha work me over. Well, now I knew who Ellen's erotic interlude had been with. Did that mean this had been a set-up from the beginning? That I had never had a chance with Kim? That this had been an elaborate scene designed so LaKeisha could seduce/rape me? I was incredibly turned on and knew my climax was closer than ever. But I was still desperate not to lose to this smug little black troll! I wanted my beautiful, exotic Kim -- not this short, ugly, fat black chick! Tears of frustration sprang into my eyes. I *couldn't* lose! Now when the object of my desire was so close ... ! I remembered the move LaKiesha had pulled on me earlier, that had first got me on the trail to impending orgasm ... If I could buck her body up, so that her pussy landed on my face ... I'd have to remember to take in enough air before she landed -- her lungs had given out before she could induce a climax. If I could pull off that maneuver, maybe I could bring her off and force Kim to honor her pledge. LaKiesha should be happy with Ellen, I thought. Blacks love blondes, don't they? With the last of my strength, I bucked as hard as I could. I felt LaKiesha's bulk lift off me and I watched her massive ass launch into the air by almost a foot. Unfortunately, either LaKeisha was stronger than I was or she was *much* heavier. I missed my target by almost six inches, as the crack of her ass landed partially on my chin. "Hoo whitegirl!" she exclaimed, "I din't know you swung that way. You are one kinky bitch! But ... if that's what gits you off ..." I saw both her hands appear on either side of her enormous rear, spreading her asscheeks wide. In a flash, I knew what was going to happen next. "NO!" I started to scream. But my cry was cut off as LaKeisha sat back hard, the warm, enveloping folds of her monstrous black ass engulfing my face. She locked her heels behind my head, to force my face deeper -- as she stretched her body to continue her forcible finger fucking of my pussy. I could feel at least three of her fat fingers sawing in and out as she ass-smothered me. It was then that I realized ... I had lost. LaKiesha had *totally* dominated me and turned my own submissive lust against me. Even though she was almost a foot shorter, she was my superior in every way and I could not stop her from using me as her fuck-toy. I no longer wanted to stop her. I was close to passing out from lack of air, but a mind-numbing climax was, even now, building throughout my body. I began subservently rimming her asshole with my tongue and she pressed her sweet, dark ass-flesh even harder against my face. Then, it hit in full. My body went rigid, lifting my dimunitive black dominator off the floor, as wave after wave of powerful orgasm wracked my body. She rode my pale white body's uncontrolled spasms of ecstasy like a bullrider. I drove my tongue as deeply into her asshole as I could and she rewarded me by driving her heels hard against the back of my head and clenching her powerful ass muscles on my face. I passed out, twitching as if laying on an electrical wire. * * * * When I came to, I found myself cradled against LaKeisha's immense bosom. She was stroking my hair and gently kissing my face. Kim was still in the bedroom doorway, straddling Ellen's face. The hot Asian was grinding herself on the unmoving blonde as she lay prone on the floor. And while that scene was scorchingly hot and all, I found I didn't care about Kim or Ellen any more. I was consumed by a deep love and sense of submission for LaKeisha. I felt something foreign around my throat and reached up to find a leather choker ... with a small padlock that kept it tight ... and prevented me from removing it. LaKiesha saw my discovery and held up a small hand mirror. Reading backwards, I saw the words "LaKeisha's Bitch" stenciled in white on the black leather collar. She displayed a small key ... that she wore on a chain around her neck. The key to the little padlock that kept the choker securely fastened. I couldn't ever get it off, on my own. "Like I told you, whitegirl," she said, kissing me deeply, "you mah bitch, now." * * * * * That was six years ago. We've since left college and share a cozy two-bedroom townhouse with Kim and Ellen. And I am still LaKiesha's bitch.