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.