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Part 10 My eyes are closed and the world is spinning around my head. I feel another hand below mine, I open my eyes and see that Trish is cupping and squeezing Marcus’s balls gently. “Show her,” that voice above us commands. I take his cock out of my mouth and kiss the tip and then Trish’s full lips. She looks me in the eye and then starts to work his magnificent tool. I’m in awe as I watch her - her touch was much softer and more sensuous, her hands always moving in tandem with her lips, tongue and mouth. When she looked at me I knew she was showing me something, just as she was when she looked at Marcus. She starts to lick and suck his balls while slowly stroking up and down with the saliva she left on his cock. Then, with a hungry look, she props up on her elbows hovering over his cock, puts about 3 inches in her mouth, and slowly slides all the way down until her lips are touching his groin. She opens her big eyes and they’re sparkling, smiling up at Marcus. He moans and lets out a breath of approval, and her eyes close slightly as she rises up leaving just the head in her mouth. She goes north-south maybe a dozen times before she looks at me. I move over and she puts his cock in my mouth and nods slightly. “Easy” is all she says. For the next 10 minutes, Trish showed me with subtle little touches how to suck cock like a woman. When I gripped with a fist like I would a hammer, she separated my fingers and turned my hand so that Marcus could see my pink nails. When I licked up and down, she joined me and showed me how to stick my whole tongue out and move it rapidly. I felt more confident with what I was doing and I felt much more feminine. Trish looked up at Marcus and nodded to him. “Ok, Jamie. It’s time. Let’s get you ready.” I was torn. With my new found confidence, I wanted to see if I could get Marcus to cum in my mouth again. But it was deeper than that. I craved his cum. Maybe it was from last night when he made me hold it in my mouth for so long, because it was like my brain knew the taste…and wanted more. I think Trish saw my reaction when she offered, “You’ll have plenty of time for that and he’s got a lot to give you tonight, Jamie.”

Part 9 I had a few moments this night that will remain with me forever, and this was one of them. It was like I had an overhead view of myself. I could see my hands moving, one up and down Keiths cock, the other softly massaging his big balls. I see my hoop earrings, my red lips and my temporary tattoo. I see Keith’s big hands and the little brown bottle. When the rush hit me, it was like my mouth found a way to open wider, and in slow motion, Keith pulled me closer and his beautifully hard black cock slid all the way down my throat. No gagging or choking…in fact I heard a moan from deep inside me that was transformative. Like an awakening. Keith heard it too and removed his hand from my neck. “Alright, ok, show me how much you love sucking my black dick. You feel them balls, sissy? I’ve been saving this nut all day for you. I wanted to fuck it into your white ass but The Boss is gonna put about a gallon of potent black seed in you tonight.” When he said that, he got another deep moan. “You got it bad, girl. I seen white boys gettin off on black dick but you in luuuuv, ain’t ya?” A few years ago I went to a hypnotist to quit smoking. After 2 sessions, she told me that I could not be hypnotized and gave me my money back. I don’t know what happened, but over the last 24 hours, whenever I heard someone talk to me about black cock, I was in some kind of altered mental state. Like a trance. And I couldn’t get enough. Of the talk, of his cock…of this whole experience. I wanted to answer him but I couldn’t let his cock out of my mouth. I was possessed with getting him to cum. I wasn’t frantic, my hands moved deliberately and methodically, as did my mouth. I was now taking Keiths cock down my throat and pausing for a moment to look up at him, then slowly backing off until I had just the head in my mouth. My tongue was constantly moving rapidly and I was swallowing a steady stream of sweet precum, especially when I sucked the head while stroking with both hands. After about 10 minutes, Keiths chatter started to get louder and his hand went to my head. “Damn, girl, you gonna get this nut in a minute if you-“ “Naw, naw. Don’t do it, yo,” said Marcus as he and Trish approached. Keith pulled his cock back and I said a little too loud, “No! Please, I want it!” Marcus moved next to Keith and looked down at me. “Jamie wants us to use condoms and we are going to respect her wishes. And she wants us to take it slow and she has a safe word. What’s the safe word, Jamie?” When I heard the word “condom”, my trance was broken. I was in such a sub space that I almost forgot. And I thought Marcus would be angry about my conditions, even after Trish seemed to be ok with them. But he was being the reasonable one. “Umm…can you pick one for me?” I said as my hands reached for Marcus’s belt. “Whoa, what about my boy here? You need to finish yo bidnis-“ Marcus said as he smacked my hand away. But Keith was already pulling up his jeans, “That’s aight, Boss. This nut’ll be here waitin. I’ll get mine later. Ima get a bowl lit up.” “She aint doin none a that, either,” Marcus told Keith. “Aint that right, Jamie?” “I cant. It just makes me crazy. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be apologizing. This is your first time so you get to call the shot,” said The Boss. “Go on and get up on the bed. You gonna show me them skills you showed Keith.” As Marcus disrobes, I get up and slide slowly onto the huge bed. I feel like I’m living in a movie, in a slow sensuous scene. Trish has dimmed all the lights and has changed into very sexy, all black lingerie that shows off her delicate curves previously hidden under her business attire. She climbs on the bed and tells me to sit up so she can touch up my makeup and hair. “You say you’re a virgin and I have to believe you…but I never saw a virgin suck cock like that before, girl,” and looks me in the eye, expecting a response. “I don’t know, I don’t know. I didn’t even think about it…I just did it. And, ah, I don’t know, I was like, watching myself,” I said both slowly but excitedly. Then, a thought hit me. I lean close to her and whisper, “Trish, what was in that Gatorade? Was it that stuff from last night?” “No, silly. Just something to take the edge off and let you enjoy yourself more.” I started to ask if that was all, because it wasn’t wearing off, I was actually feeling higher. But Trish told me to hush while she reapplied my lipstick. Marcus had climbed onto the other side of the bed and was smoking a big joint…naked. He’s holding a hit and sees me staring at his growing cock. I look up as he’s exhaling with an arrogant smile. The smile says 4 very different things in 5 seconds – I really wanted to believe that the smile was very accommodating, because I was different, and he was sensitive to me losing my virginity at age 52. I mean, theres got to be some level of respect established because they both coulda just beat me down and robbed me by now. But as fast as I believe that, another flash warns: that is the smile of man who knows he’s won. “Have you missed my cock, baby? Is it all you think about?” His voice did not bring me back to reality, rather it kept me elevated. Hypnotic maybe? That fucking voice. He continued: “Come here, slowly. And tell me how much you want this,” he said, fully erect cock in hand. “It’s all I could think about, sir.” I start to crawl slowly, like a slutty cat on the prowl. Head close to the ground and ass up in the air, in a breeding position. “And Keith showed me that I can take all of your cock in my throat. Sir, I need your cock in my throat. Please.” “Look at you,” that smile again. “Trish, baby, I fucking love you. Get over here.” Trish walks over and gives Marcus a kiss, and then he grabs her and playfully tosses her across his body onto a pile of pillows. “You’ve outdone yourself…but I knew you would. It looks like Jamie here is addicted as fuck, aint it?” “She sure got it bad, baby. But your cock do that to white boys,” Trish says as I reach Marcus’s feet. “I miss that cock, too. I’m going to help Jamie with this next part, if you two don’t mind that is.” She slides down next to Marcus and we meet right above his rock-hard cock. My eyes are now focused on it and my mouth was slowly opening. Trish however, was not focused on his cock. As I start to descend, she cuts me off and kisses me deeply, gently touching my cheek, holding me in place. We both moan at the same time, which makes the kiss longer and slower. We slow it down to little lip kisses, and when she pulls away, her other hand appears…wrapped around Marcus’s cock. “Your dream is coming true, Jamie. Now show Mr. Marcus how much you’ve wanted this your whole life.” I had Marcus’s cock in my hungry mouth as she was calling him Mister. When she finished talking, my lips had met her fingers half way down the now glistening black cock. “Jamie, honey, I know how you feel but you have to slow down. Remember, you’re here for his pleasure. Mr. Marcus likes your enthusiasm and passion, but he wants you to enjoy your deflowering.” Trish’s voice and mentoring words has a calming effect and I listen for more as I slowly lick all the way up to the top, take his head in my mouth, suck gently and roll my tongue all around the head and the sensitive area running down the left side.

Part 8. I am out of my mind with pure lust. She has put me in some kind of chastity device that feels snug but not uncomfortably so. In my ear, “Don’t worry. It’s pink too and you look so sexy, girl.” I’m fucking loving her calling me girl. Instead of trying to feel my new device, I reach around to play with my plug. “That’s it, Jamie. Focus on your pussy like a good girl. Do you need a bigger plug yet?” “Yes, please,” I answer quickly and we both laugh which breaks up the trance I was slipping into. She has me kneel on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and then gently pushes me down on all fours. I feel her pull out my plug very slowly and when it’s completely out, I drop down my shoulders automatically and picture myself in a whorish face down-ass up pose. “Mmmm, look at you, you’re a natural. You sure you’re a virgin, girl?” I think back to when Marcus said I was a natural and it makes me think of his glorious cock. “This one is bigger so I want you to slowly inhale through your nose when I tell you too and-“ “No no,” I cut her off. “I’m not going to do any of that stuff he made me smoke last night.” “It’s not that stuff. You ever do poppers before? They’ll help your pussy loosen up for this plug. That’s all,” Trish says in that sultry voice. “Trust me, Jamie. I’m going to be with you the entire time.” I do trust her. I’ve heard of poppers but never tried. They sell them OTC so how bad can they be? I start to slowly inhale until she tells me to stop and hold, then exhale when she says and do it again with the other nostril. About 20 seconds later, I feel a rush of warmth wash over my entire body and hear Trish say softly, “You feelin alright, baby?” I just arch my back more and moan loudly. Then I feel her pushing something big into me and stop once it’s in a couple of inches. My God that feels so good, I feel myself starting to push back against it first slightly and then in one thrust, the entire plug is in me and I’m still pushing back harder. “Perfect, Jamie. You look so pretty right now,” Trish says as she squeezes my ass cheeks with both hands…very hard. I’m pushing back into her strong hands and moaning. I feel her hot breath on my ass as she kisses it and then gives it a small bite. “Oh!” I squeal as it sends a shiver up my spine and I lift my ass higher, “Please!” asking for another. She chuckles, spanks me playfully and says, “later, girl.” I don't think I've ever been so horny. I mean, I've put several plugs and other toys in me before but this one is special...and it even tingles a little. Almost a burning feeling? “Are you ready to see a sexy woman, Jamie?” Trish’s voice snaps me out of my daze. “Yes, I’ve never felt like this. It’s like my whole body feels strange,” I say. At least I think it was me. Trish takes my hand and guides me into the bathroom. When she has me standing in front of the full-length mirror, she asks, “Are you ready?” and pulls my blindfold up and off. I really can’t believe my eyes. I look in the mirror and then at Trish. Then at the mirror and at Trish again. What she has done is truly remarkable. I didn’t think my face could ever look so good without a series of surgeries. I had thought that Trish was going to make me look trashy after how she had talked to me at the dollar store. Now doubt, she had to use a lot of makeup to transform me…it was literally caked on my face…but my eyes really stole the show. She had managed to make them look smokey, sexy and somehow bright. I have very thin lips but Trish had managed to make them much bigger. They were lined with a smokey rose color which was darker than the neon pink that it outlined. Completing my look were silver hoop earrings. My pink lace bra had small breast forms that were perfectly concealed and felt like the perfect size. The chastity device was a matching pink and was covered slightly by a white silk thong that had the word “virgin” in pink across the front. “Turn around,” Trish said. I look at my butt in my thong…and I see it…a Queen of Spades tattoo (temporary) I was blown away and told Trish just that. “You look just about ready and that’s good because they are 10 minutes away. Let’s get you in your heels and ready for Marcus.” My heels are white 6” stilettos and getting ready for Marcus meant that I was going to answer the door when he knocked. Although less that 24 hours earlier I had swallowed this man’s cum, I still had butterflies in my stomach. I was checking myself in the foyer mirror when Trish walked over to me and said, “You look perfect, girl,” as she gently turned me around and placed one hand on my butt and squeezed firmly. She put her other hand on my chin, pulled it forward and kissed me with her soft lips and open mouth. I opened my mouth and accepted her tongue…as it snaked its way around, I moaned as I tried to suck on it. “Not now, Jamie,” Trish said and as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. “I think that’s for you,” Trish says and I mouth her a silent “thank you.” I open the door and there is Marcus and Keith. They look a little confused at first but then realize it’s me. “Look at you. Damn, Trish, you are my sissy maker, ain’t you.” “Please come in, gentlemen,” I say with a voice that is now coming to me with little effort. “And listen to you,” Marcus says as he and Keith walk in and head towards the small kitchen. “I had nothing to do with that,” said Trish. “She surprised me with that too.” “Good, good,” Marcus said while looking me up and down. “MmmMmm, You feelin good, Jamie? C’mere. Get me and Keith a beer while we get a look at you.” I move deliberately in my heels past both men and open the refrigerator door. I see the six-pack of Heineken on the bottom shelf and smile. “Is Heineken ok?” I ask in a low whisper. I don’t wait for an answer and bend at the hips to fetch two bottles. “Bring them in here, our little Queen of Spades,” Marcus says from the living room. I take the two bottles and when I walk into the living room, Marcus is standing at the door to the bedroom talking to Trish and Keith is getting undressed. “Me and Trish gonna have a little talk while you take care of my boy Keith.” “OK…I mean, yes sir, Marcus.” Keith is standing in front of the sofa in boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his big cock. I hand Marcus his beer and walk over to Keith who takes his beer and looks down at the floor. I know he wants me to kneel, so I do and look up at him submissively. He just nods at me and I reach up and pull his boxers down, releasing his beautiful black cock. I gently grasp it with both hands and start stroking it. As it starts to grow, a steady stream of precum leaks from it and glistens as I stroke from his balls to his head. “Here,” Keith says as he puts an open bottle of poppers under my nose. “Go slow with these, sissy.” I remember to inhale slowly but I forget to hold it so Keith tells me to do it again…all while stroking his cock which is now a rock hard 8” and when I start to feel the warm rush, I could swear it said, “Put me in your white sissy throat right now.” His cock is at full staff when I try to shove as much as I can into my hungry mouth. When it hits my throat, I gag. Keith has one hand on the back of my neck and holds up the poppers with the other, “Take a deep breath in through your nose and hold it.” As I’m doing just that, he adds, ”You’re gonna love this, sissy. Now suck on the head a little.”

Part 7 Fuck. I said I wasn’t going to do any drugs and I’m drinking this Gatorade that I know has something in it. Trish said it would help my nerves, and it has, I feel loose…and very horny. When I’m usually horny my cock is hard but right now, I’m putting lotion on my body and I’m going really slow over my ass, my cock and my balls and when my finger stops and circles my hole, precum drips from my limp cock. Trish’s voice snaps me out of my mini trance, “You ready in there? Open up, we’ve got a lot to do before the boys get here.” I grab the robe that’s hanging on the back of the door, put it on and open the door. “Pink favors you, Jamie,” Trish says as she walks to the first vanity and places a large bag on the counter. I look in the mirror and the robe is powder pink satin that stops right above my knees. I look, and feel, very feminine. Trish is sorting through everything and she hands me a package of fake finger nails. “Here, you get started on these while I pick out your shades.” The nails are the press-on type. I find them very easy to apply and I have them on in under 20 minutes. Trish has turned me away from the mirror so I can’t see the progress she has made. I’ve been sipping the Gatorade and I feel hypersensitive and increasingly sensual with everything that’s happening. I love my new French nails and Trish has me smelling different perfumes. “I like this one,” I tell her and hold a bottle up. “Good, that’s Marcus’s favorite.” When she said it, I felt a rush of blood go to my face like I was blushing. She notices it too and asks if I’m alright. “Yes, I don’t know what was in that drink but yeah, I’m feeling different.” “I’ll get you some more.” “No! I mean I can’t do anything more. He made me smoke some stuff last night and it changed me so that’s one of my conditions for tonight…I’m not going to any drugs.” “OK. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, sweetie. You said one of your conditions?” “Yeah. I also need them to go slow. I’m very inexperienced and I’m still a virgin so I don’t want to be choking or get my ass torn up my first time. So we’ll need a safe word too.” “OK, OK, I can see that. You’re going to have to tell them this when they get here. Anything else?” “Yeah. I know black guys don’t like to wear condoms but that’s a dealbreaker for me. Maybe after I know them better it’ll change, but until I’m sure that everyone is clean, we use condoms. I know I’m clean.” “Well, Marcus and Keith are clean but I feel ya. Just gotta let them know.” Trish is putting the finishing touches on my makeup and my blonde wig with pink streaks and I ask if I can see myself yet but she says I have to wait until I’m dressed in my sexy lingerie first. We go into the bedroom and she has everything laid out on the huge bed. “Start with the stockings and belt,” Trish says. She is referring to white fishnet thigh highs with a matching garter belt. It’s the first time I’ve worn these and Trish helps me put them on. I’m really wanting a mirror and I ask Trish if I can get something out of my bag. She’s onto me and tells me she’ll bring it out of the bathroom. I run my hands with my new French nails up and down my stocking legs and im really starting to feel submissive…and horny. She drops the bag at my feet and I immediately zip open a pocket, reach into a bag and pull out a decent size butt plug. “Yeah, you starting to feel it now, aint you sissy? Go ahead, you’ll be glad you did. You ever take a cock as big as Marcus’s?” Right when she asks the question, I push the plug all the way in with one motion. I moan loudly, sounding just like a woman, catch my breath and say, “No, I’m still a virgin.” I look up and see Trish staring at me with a slight smile on her face. “Well good for you, Jamie. I’m sure you’ve thought about this night for a long time. Are you feeling more like a woman now?” I nod with my eyes closed, listening to her sexy voice, wiggling my butt around the bed, playing with my cock with the precum that leaked out when I put the plug in. I feel her close to me and I feel her slip something over my head and feel a very soft and smooth blindfold on my face. She’s almost whispering when she says, “its ok, girl. Youre doing good and it will be everything you dreamed about, Jamie. Keep your eyes closed and dream away. Just follow what I’m doing and we’ll get you all ready.” “Thank you, Trish. I know you don’t really want to do this so I appreciate it.” From across the room I hear her say, “Why do you say that, Jamie? I do this for Marcus at least once a month and its mostly the same…but you're different. I don’t know what he has in mind for you but he's smarter than a motherfucker so I trust him. And if there’s one person in this world who can fuck you and make you feel like a woman…its Marcus” I moan again and say in a sexy voice, “I know. That big beautiful cock…” She tells me to stand up and when I do, she grabs my cock and balls with one hand and holds onto my shoulder with the other to steady me. Then she whispers in my ear, “You’re going to be such a pretty girl, Jamie. Pretty in pink. Marcus is going to turn you into a woman, baby. You’ll never want to have sex again any other way, but as a woman. So I’m going to lock this up. Your pleasure won’t come from here anymore. He’s going to give you a pussy tonight, girl.”

Part 6 I woke up with images of last night flashing like a strobe light in my brain, with an accompanying audio the voice of Marcus and his haunting words “Your world changes tomorrow”. I’m trying to process everything I did and said last night and I’m struggling to reconcile it all. I like to wear panties and a butt plug and hide it from everyone. Sure, part of the thrill is the remote possibility that I’m discovered. But how the hell did some random black dude know? And how did he know about my secret obsession with big black cocks? I thought I could always repress my fantasies deep enough that they would never bubble up to the awkward surface. But the first time I see a real BBC, I turn into a little bitch boy? Ok, it WAS a magnificent cock and it got as hard as steel. I mean my cock gets hard, but not that hard. And what the fuck was that shit I smoked? It wasn’t hash for sure. I’ve never been so horny in my life. That shit changed me. How does he know my number and where I live? I’ve never seen him before. And what am I going to do about tonight?!? I work a half day and come up with a plan to get out of this. Well, kinda. Marcus and Keith want to tag team me tonight. They both have huge cocks and they are going to do whatever they want to me so I have weigh the possibility of getting injured and an embarrassing ER visit…against an incredible opportunity to live out a huge fantasy of mine. I’ve only had modest sized toys in my ass and I’ve never really “pounded” myself either. I’ve decided to go with them under a few conditions. First, they have to go slow. I mean nobody is going to have a good time if I’m choking and throwing up at one end and bleeding from the other. Second, we’ll have a safe word. Third, they have to wear condoms and finally, I am not doing any drugs. That made me lose all inhibitions and I want to remember my first, and maybe only, experience. If they don’t agree, I’ll take an Uber back home. At 7pm, I’ve cleaned out and up, have all my girl stuff in a big duffel bag and I’m dressed in guy clothes…with white cheeky panties and a small butt plug. My phone dings and it’s a text from Marcus. “Your ride is downstairs, sissy.” “Yessir” Outside there’s a black Lexus with dark tint so I can’t see Marcus, but he sees me with the bag and he pops the trunk. I get in the passenger side and it’s not Marcus who’s driving. “Well you’re not the usual type,” says a well-dressed black woman. “I’m Traci and you’re Jamie.” “Yes, good to meet you. Where’s Marcus?” “I work for him and I’m going to help you get ready for tonight. We have to make one stop before we get to the room. We have to get you some slutty makeup, sissy.” She giggles a little and looks over at me. “How old are you, darlin?” “Fifty two” “Damn. What in the world is he doing?” She said with her voice drifting off at the end. I didn’t think she really wanted an answer so I sat quietly. After about 10 minutes we were heading into a rough part of the city. She pulls into a Family Dollar parking lot and we’re soon walking through the front door. It, and all the windows were thick plexiglass protected by steel bars. I follow Trish over to the makeup section and she moves me into the light and holds up a few different shades of foundation to my face. “Pick out a red lipstick and then go match it to a nail polish. You need a really slutty red, sissy,” she says loud enough to hear two aisles away! I look down at the floor and walk over to the lipstick. As I am leaning in to get a better look, I hear someone say “over there” and see two black teens pointing at me from down the aisle. How embarrassing. I pick two lipsticks and look for the nail polish. Trish tells me it’s one aisle over and when I find it, the two black kids are there, smiling. “Need some help, faggot?” “You gonna get that black pipe tonight, sissy?” “Get the fuck outta my way.” I say as Trish rounds the corner. “Move along fellas. Don’t hurt the fag, Marcus got big plans for this sissy.” “Marcus? Fer real?” “Aight then” She takes the lipstick and nail polish from me and says, “Nah nah. We’re gonna go with pink. Neon pink for you. Marcus loves to see all that pink around his big cock.” Again, loud enough for most of the store to hear. She makes me pay for everything and her and the cashier had a few laughs at my expense. We get back in the Lexus and five minutes later we pull into the lot of a small motel. It looks like a Section 8 motel that needs some attention. She parks in front of the unit on the end and uses a keycard to open the door. Trish: “Marcus has an arrangement with the owner. This is his suite.” It was like we walked through a twilight zone door. We entered into a big living room and then the huge master bedroom with a bed that was bigger than a king bed and a big bathroom with a well-lit vanity. Trish walked toward the small kitchen and told me to unpack my bag on the bed so she could see what all I had. I put everything neatly separated on the bed as she walked in and handed me an open bottle of grape Gatorade. “You’re in for a long night so you need to stay hydrated. Sip this one slowly.” It has a metallic taste to it and I look at the purple liquid. “Don’t worry. I added something to help with your nerves.” She quickly goes through my collection of panties, lingerie and the few outfits I have and tells me to get the duffel bag. “None of this works. Put it all back in the bag and go take a shower and take the lotion on the sink and put it on everywhere. Then we’ll get you dressed.” I had already shaved my body this afternoon so when I get in the shower, I’m running my hands over my smooth legs and butt. Whatever was in that Gatorade was making me squeeze my ass cheeks hard, imagining it was Marcus.

Part 5 Like he read my mind he grabs his cock away from me, starts stroking slowly and says, “who owns your white sissy pussy?” I look him in the eye, “you own it, sir. when will you take what’s yours?” As I finish the question, I am hit with 2 big blasts of warm cum right in my face as Marcus roars and shoves his cock in my open mouth. Both my hands grab his cock and huge balls. His cock head is in my mouth and I’m swallowing his cum as it floods my mouth. He grabs my head and holds it tight. My left hand is stroking up his cock, milking him and bringing me more of his sweet cum as my right hand rubs and squeezes every drop from his balls. “Tomorrow night, Jamie. You pack all your girlie stuff in a big bag and we’ll pick you up at 7. We’ll drop you back three days later. Eat when you get home and nothing more. Be cleaned out and no body hair at 7.” “Wait, you don’t know where I live. And I think I have some questions…” I say with no conviction and his cum on my face. “No questions. I ask the questions. Now, who owns that white pussy?” He is starting to sound angry so I go along just to get out of this current situation. “You do, sir.” I look in the backseat for a towel to wipe my face as Marcus puts his big cock back in his pants. “Leave that cum on your whore face, Jamie. You can wash it off in the shower while you play with your little white clitty. I marked you with my seed, bitch, so show some respect.” “Yessir. Thank you.” He smirks arrogantly. “We gonna have fun with you, Jamie. I gotta think about it but ima find a niche for you. You old but we’ll see how you look after one a my girls gets you all whored up tomorrow.” I drive him a few blocks over and he directs me to the driveway of a very big house. He holds his phone up and there’s a picture of my condo’s front door. “Seven o’clock, sissy. Your world changes tomorrow.” I drive home as my mind spins out of control. I pull into a gas station just to catch my breath and regroup. What the fuck just happened? I mean, I have a few BBC fantasies…who doesn’t…but I never imagined I would ever agree to the things I had just said to Marcus. It was that hash! What the fuck was that? After those big hits I took, I completely changed. Fuck. What am I going to do? My phone dings and I open up messages. It’s from Marcus. How did he get my number? “I changed my mind, sissy. I want you to put all that cum in your mouth. Right now. Send me a pic with your mouth full. Now!” I’m thinking “Fuck you!” but I’m looking in the mirror as my fingers gather his cum for me to lick off. Once I have it all in, I open my mouth, take a selfie and send it to Marcus. “Good girl. Now keep it in your mouth until I text you.” I should be grossed out but I swish it around in my mouth as I drive the 5 miles back to my condo. Luckily, I don’t see any neighbors on my walk of shame. Jeans still wet from my hands-free orgasm, streaks of cum on my face and my mouth full of a black man’s cum. I get undressed and turn the shower on. I get a text from Marcus, “Show me.” I take a selfie to show him his cum. “Now put two fingers in your mouth and scoop up my cum, bitch. Then put my cum in your pussy and fuck yourself on that plug. When you nut thinking about my cock, swallow the rest of it, you sissy slut.” I’m so fucking horny just reading his text and imagining him instructing me in that voice, that I cum as soon as I shove my fingers in my ass. I mean pussy. His pussy.

Part 4 I do what he says until I can’t inhale anymore and my eyes get wide. He tells me to hold it in until he says to exhale. It felt like forever but really maybe 30 seconds and I let out a huge cloud of smoke on his queue. I was expecting to smell hash or weed or something but weirdly I don’t smell anything. He lights the torch and says, “Again”. I take 3 more huge hits and my body starts to feel like I’m floating. It definitely wasn’t weed or hash but I’m feeling pretty damn good and I feel like I need something but don’t know what. “So you suck cock yet, sissy? Or do you just think about it all the time when you’re playing with that little white clitty?” I turn to tell him that I’m not a sissy and I’ve got a pretty big cock…but I see him looking down. When I follow his eyes I see that he’s got his cock out of his pants and it looks a lot like some of the big pornstar cocks I’ve seen in videos. It looks about 3/4 hard and growing. I’m guessing it’s about 9” and thick…but not like some of the fence posts I’ve seen in porn. All of my “BBC” fantasies fill my head in a rush, along with images from sissy hypno videos. My eyes up here, slut. I’ve seen that look before. You got it bad, yo. You look-“ he stopped mid sentence and said, “is that what I think it is?” As he reached into the console my heart sunk. He grabbed the green remote before I could and said, “that’s why you fell so hard in that stool. You pounded yourself. Yo, how long you been a sissy? You pretty old.” He pressed the only button on the remote and the plug exploded into the lowest vibration. I gasped and watched my left hand move deliberately towards Marcus’s big cock. “Look at you. Look at you. What’s your girl name when you’re all dressed up like a whore?” “Jamie, sir,” I said in a voice I didn’t recognize. He hit the button a few more times and watched my reactions. “You like that black cock, Jamie? Is it everything you dreamed of? Is this what you were thinking about when you were bouncing on that barstool? Do you want my big black cock to destroy you and make you a woman? My woman?” He says all of this in a deep voice, very slowly with pauses after each question. Like he’s trying to hypnotize me. I now have both hands on his magnificent cock and I am stroking and squeezing it as I stare at it from about his length now, a fully erect 9 inches. Marcus hits the button again and the plug shifts to rapid fire. My hands pull the head down and just like that, I’ve got 4 inches of Marcus’s cock in my mouth. “You a natural, slut. And you hungry like a motherfucker. Ya know I was gonna grab my boy Keith this weekend and lock you in a hotel room. Have some fun with your sissy ass and grant you your BBC fantasy. But I like your enthusiasm and, yo! you addicted already,” I was in total nympho whore mode as I listened to more of his hypnotic voice and tried to stuff more black meat in my throat. Marcus hit the button one last time and powerful boom boom boom waves invade my virgin pussy. With both hands still pumping Marcus’s cock, I cum in my pants and moan loudly. “So I’m going to make you my next project. Do you like sucking black cock, Jamie? Is black cock the only cock you want? If I promised you that I will keep you safe and you can have all the black cock you want at any time, would you be interested, Jamie?” What? A small part of my brain, the logical part, was like, “you have a life, a hot girlfriend and a great job…so not interested”. Imagine my surprise when I stare at his cock and slowly say “yes, sir. I’ll do anything you want.” WTF? Man, that hash or whatever it is fucked me up. All I could think about was making Marcus cum.

Part 3 I look at him and he smiles and shows me his phone. It’s a video clip of an older white CD with red hair sucking a huge black cock. “Am I right, sissy? You want me to make you my bitch with this big cock? I saw you the other night, humpin that chair like that ass is itching.” “Is that your cock, sir?” WTF? Why did I just call him sir? And why the fuck am I asking another man about his cock? He smiles because he knows now. “I knew it. I’ve converted so many straight white boys to sissy sluts for my cock, I done lost count. Forget about the shot, I gotta piss and then let’s go for a ride, we gotta talk, bitch.” I didn’t want to make a scene in the bar, so I followed him to his car but I didn't get in. I could smell the weed emanating from the car as he walked me around to the drivers side. His friend was driving and when Marcus introduced me to him, I saw the redhead CD girl from the picture and she was sucking Keith's huge black cock. She came up for air and Keith blew a long stream of smoke into her mouth. She looked right at me with glassed-over eyes, blew the smoke onto Keith’s monster cock and then stuffed half of it back in her mouth. I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve got friends and dudes I do business with in this bar right now. I gotta get outa here. “I knew you were in the wrong bar when I saw you grinding your ass the other night, faggot,” Then Marcus grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "I know what you need, sissy. Where you parked?” Im still watching Keith push that sissy’s head down on his beautiful, glistening tool and she is moaning like a whore. “Yo! I got something you’re gonna like, sissy now open your car.” I reach for my keys without taking my eyes off of the porn movie in front of me. I hear Marcus tell Keith he’ll be right back as I’m getting in the drivers seat. My head is buzzing from the edible which is now taking full effect. Marcus says to me, “You smoke weed, slut?” I look over and Marcus has a glass pipe that he’s pouring something into and he tells me to take a left out of the parking lot. It’s like my mind is on autopilot as I pull onto the road. “Do you smoke, slut?” Me: “why are you calling me a slut, man? Yes I smoke weed.” He just chuckles and tells me to turn right into a strip mall and then around to the back. He points to where I should park and I come to a stop behind an empty store. Marcus: “We gonna have a little talk bout you but first I want you to smoke some of my shit here.” He hands me the glass pipe and I put it to my lips. It looked a little like a hash pipe from high school so I ask, “is this hash?” As he puts a torch under the bubble at the end, Marcus says, “Trust me, sissy. This is just what you need. Now when I tell you, inhale very slowly and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Part 2 Three nights later, I need to meet my bookie at the bar as I did surprisingly well on the Final Four. I did an edible a couple hours before so I’m feeling nice and mellow in my pink lace crotchless panties. My new, bigger butt plug arrived today and I had to go slow getting it in. It vibrates and has a remote control. I had it on low in the truck driving here. I think it’s too loud so too risky for the bar. What a way for one of my friends to catch me! No way! So I leave the remote in the truck. I stand the whole time I’m settling up with the bookie. When he leaves, and if nobody is around, I plan to sit down hard on the closest bar stool and ride the thrill of my secret. We do a shot for good luck and he heads out. I look around and see that nobody is around the stool next to me so I back up and drop all my weight on my butt and WOW, I’ve never had anything that deep inside me! It takes my breath away and I look down to gather myself. I take a couple recovery deep breaths and look up to see that tall black guy walk into the bar and directly over to me. I look away quickly thinking it’s just really bad timing but fuck…he’s soon standing right next to me. I stand up as I’m paying my tab and he says, “Yo, get us some shots”. Me: “I’m leaving now. Maybe next time.” He leans his head close to mine and says in my ear “I’m going to give you what you want, bitch.”

So I’m sitting at the pub drinkin with the guys and talking sports and pussy. I’m wearing work boots, jeans and a white T shirt. I’m also wearing purple panties and a butt plug wishing I was getting spitroasted by big cocks. I need a bigger plug. I'm very restless on my bar stool as I grind my hungry hole down on it trying to feel it deep…and not get caught. I need to get fucked like a bitch in heat. I was sitting talking to my friends with my back to another section of the bar. When I turned back to the bar to order some shots, I noticed a tall black guy about 5 barstools away and he gives me a “sup” nod and looks right at me. I nod back and turn to the shots that just arrived. As I’m drinking my shot I thought, “I wonder what I look like from the back when I’m wiggling my butt down?” Could that dude possibly know my secret? I turn to put my shot glass on the bar and glance in his direction…but he’s gone. I was relieved but also…I don’t know…disappointed?

Looking for my first black cock to breed me.

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