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Straight to Black Faggot
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I suppose it was wicked of me, what I did to him.
But he did so deserve it, and it was such fun setting him up.
I was so furious that I didn't care about any consequences, that he might leave me flat, or that he wouldn't be able to return from where I put him,
or he wouldn't want to return,
or that maybe I wouldn't want him back afterward anyhow.
In a way all of these things happened.
We're still together, but we've turned a corner in our relationship. We've both learned a few things.
He sure did, I saw to that!
He'd been unfaithful before, you know, very often.
I always suspected, but I never knew for sure.
Women were always coming on to him.
But now Halloween was coming up, and I was thinking real hard. How can you humiliate a man's man?
He'd told me right after Labor Day that his office
was restructuring and retrenching and down sizing --
he was too hot an account representative to feel threatened,
but by October general office morale had completely collapsed.
No one wanted to run their annual Halloween party this year,
because it seemed like partying on real people's graves.
When I heard that I went to see Roger,
the Senior Partner and C.E.O. where I work,
suggested that our office have our own Halloween costume party.
Roger was a large Black man, about 6'4”, 240 lbs, and was showing what had to be a very large cock in his pants.
He thought that a great idea,
it would get our whole office staff together,
get us thinking like one big team instead of divisions and factions.
It would improve everyone's cooperation and efficiency --
maybe we'd work harder.
And besides, he liked parties.
So he offered us the use of his own home,
though he stipulated that I'd have to attend to everything,
getting out the invitations, the refreshments, the entertainment, everything, and get some house cleaning service to clean up.
All that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
I made a number of phone calls,
and I talked to Dean's secretary for quite a while,
and meanwhile I checked out my Boss's house.
I found out that his wife was on some kind of guided lecture tour, along with Dean's boss's ex-wife and some other wealthy women.
So there'd be no problem with wives.
I delegated arrangements for food and music to the younger staff. We decided we'd each of us come as someone
or something we thought we weren't at all, a real stretch,
and the grand prize would go to the person who turned out
to be that person or thing most persuasively,
or close enough to persuade the judges anyhow.
Then I called Dean's boss – also a large, vigorous Black man named Ralph.
I told him I heard he was alone these days, and invited him to join us.
"Why me?" Ralph asked right off.
"Because I think it might do Dean some good.
And maybe you too. It might even do me some good."
"Maybe I hear you and maybe I don't. I'll be there."
"Why don't you invite one of your best clients, too?
Someone who'd really enjoy an all-out bash like this one. Who likes where people dress up like what they're not, but someone who can remain a gentleman
even when there are available women everywhere."
"I hear you, Barbara. Great! I know just the one...our biggest client! He lives in town and he'll be delighted!"
So it was all set.
I told Dean that we'd been invited to a Halloween Costume Party.
A lot of the office staff and their friends would be there.
People I knew and people I didn't.
Maybe no one he knew, maybe only a few.
He nodded, not really concerned.
I told him the rules for the grand prize this year....
This year you've got to act the part,
convince people you're really what you seem to be.
If we don't go as a couple you'll have a terrific advantage,
because no one knows the real you.
You can seem to be anybody or anything if you do it right,
and they'll believe you're the real thing.
And I've got just the part for you to play,
something you seem to think you aren't at all."
"What's that?"
"If you persuade the judges that you are what you seem to be, that you're not even in costume, you'll win! You won't like it, but I want you to do this for me.
That could have an effect on the way I feel about you in bed.
No promises, mind you."
"What are you proposing, Barbara?"
"I want you to go this time as a man."
He stared at me.
"What are you talking about? Are you kidding?
What's the costume? And how is that something I think I'm not?"
"That's the edge I have in mind.
Other people will dress up in costumes.
But our costumes aren't going to be just cloth or makeup.
They'll be under our skins, in the way we act, how we behave. We'll dress appropriately of course,
but mainly we'll create the illusion with our voices,
our mannerisms, the ways we move.... and relate to other people. You maintain your role perfectly through the whole evening."
"So what'll I go as?"
"A man."
"You've said that. I can do that."
"A GAY man!"
"A what!?!"
"You heard me!
A gay man, Dean!
A homo! A faggot! A fairy! A pansy! A queer! A feygel!
You know any other names, name them!"
"You usually behave the way most gay men behave, normal.
So that won't do.
You'd never be recognized if you acted normal.
So you'll have to pretend.
For people to catch on you'll have to exaggerate some traits, behave like a full-blown stereotype queer.
But nothing excessive. No camping. No burlesquing.
No signaling 'I am but I'm not.'
This time you'll need to look and act
just like what people think is the real thing, persuasively.
I suspect you have a talent for it, as you know."
"And you? What will you go as?"
I smiled and weaved my hips at him a little.
"Oh, you'll like what I'll be.
You're always trying to get me to go out dressed like one.....
and to behave like one....so for once I will."
"What's that?"
"A really promiscuous slut.
A whore who enjoys sex so much she doesn't charge.
I know I haven't been anything like that in the past.
I love sex, but I've never yet once cheated on you, Dean.
I think you know that."
Dean began thinking.
"It would look funny if we arrived at this party together,
a gay man married to a whore."
"That's not so strange a pair.
Gays and whores on the lookout for partners for each other.
But we won't be married at all as far as anyone knows.
We'll be brother and sister.
People at my office know I'm married to someone,
that I'm a responsible executive, not a tramp,
so they'll see my costume in the way I behave.
They'll have no reason to think you aren't my gay brother.
"What would I wear?"
"I've thought about that.
Not much that's different.
A tight T shirt, or muscle shirt, maybe a loose satin shirt.
Really tight jeans, skin tight, so your buns show --
we may need to pad them.
Maybe made of velvet, so you can stroke yourself.
It's your behavior that'll give you away, mainly.
Most people don't know that gays come in all styles --
leather, three-piece suit, tough hood, dresses, etc. So you'll have to behave stereotype gay-femme
for your disguise to be identified."
"I'll get you a haircut with little bangs, maybe.
You'll swish a little while walking, not a lot.
You'll talk with a slight lilt, maybe move a little floppy wristed. In fact I think maybe we'll have you talk like a girl.
Most gays don't, but you'd be more persuasive that way.
If you do get one ear pierced,
I'd recommend you get them both pierced.
I hear a gay man with a steady boy friend
changes which ear has the ear ring,
so other men won't hit on him all the time."
"Oh, yes....we won't dance with each other at all.
I'll dance with other men, and so will you.
You'll have to sense which ones are most likely willing,
and which most likely to turn you down.
Check 'em out, the way gay men do.
Gays can tell a lot about each other with very few words.
If any man asks you to dance,
you'll look him up and down and then of course you'll accept.
You can walk tight-assed or you can swagger,
which ever you choose.
Dean thought about it.
"You've been thinking I'm a queer,
because I couldn't get it up for you that one night.
Now if I can prove to everyone that's what I am,
you'll be persuaded I'm not?
Is that what you're saying? What sense does that make?"
"I'll know that whatever you pretend,
it isn't what I know you are, because I'll see the difference. And I'll know that you did it because I wanted you to do it.
And that you're trying hard to do it right. For me."
He thought a moment, still a bit confused.
"OK. That's not too hard.
I can do it, for one night.
It'll be worth it just to see you loosen up for once,
see you try to act like a loose woman.
I don't think you've got any more talent for it than I've got."
"Maybe not. We'll see."
The next two weeks were fun.
As soon as Dean got home from work I made him get into character -- in fact he had to get out of the car already behaving a little prim,
and walk to the front door with quick short steps,
thighs together and his ass wiggling slightly,
his head held high and his lips pursed.
It started out as a game for him, to please me,
something to master like a golf stroke or skiing moguls.
Obviously he didn't feel touched deep inside, not obviously.
But he soon began to wear the mannerisms casually,
almost unawares, that made him seem more naturally faggoty, more the way people expect gays to behave.
As he did it better as he really got into it.
It became the way he behaved everywhere except at the office.
I took him shopping one day at a store that catered to certain ... umm...flamboyant male tastes, to buy himself some velvet pants
while I loitered outside and enjoyed watching him.
The salesman happened to be altogether floppy wristed,
a real parody gay man, and waved his arms and bobbed his neck dramatically like some drag queen caricature.
They struck it off right away.
The salesman leaned in on Dean to tug his the pants up,
to be sure his ass cheeks would be seen in them to advantage,
and he kept patting Dean's rear,
until finally I saw Dean wag a finger at him.
When Dean emerged with his package,
I asked what he had said to cool the salesman down.
"I told him I was taken."
"Well, we'll see to it that you're not too taken at the party.
The more your partners paw you,
the more convincing your act will seem.
It *is* still an act, isn't it?"
He just smiled understandingly at me, but the truth was,
I was doing everything I could think of to make him unsure.
I went to Victoria's Secret and bought the sexiest lingerie I could find, crotchless panties, a demi-pushup bra I spilled out of as soon as I was in it and a black lace teddy that hid nothing underneath.
I decided these would be my slut wear under a little bolero... I was pleased to see that the bolero played peek-a-boo with the dark shadows of my nipples when I tried it all on. Garter belt and net stockings, naturally.
The Thursday before Halloween Saturday Night I took Dean to my Beauty Salon, got them to put tight waves into his hair like a marcel, and then to pierce both his ears, both of them.
I wanted him to wear little gold hoops in both ears. I told him, until we found out which meant he was cruising
and which that he was taken.
Then he could take out one, depending.
Anyhow, the big night finally rolled around --
I made myself ravishing the way I did every night,
but this time I put on new black high-heeled thigh-high boots
to wear instead of stockings, and my crotchless panties of course,
and a black leather micro mini that covered my bare pussy lips
only when I stood up straight and still.
Dean looked great too.
A little touch of mascara again, and his hair oiled back,
and a puffy shirt together with his purple velvet pants,
He was fussing around the room without even thinking about it.
We'd had his pants tailored even tighter,
his balls bulged in front as well as his buns in back,
and he grabbed for them now and then unthinkingly,
to relieve the pressure.
To further enhance the look, and make him walk more suggestively....
I fitted a steel chastity cage on his small penis,
Just before we left the house I gave his crotch a squirt of perfume. He looked startled, and I said playfully,
"Can I help it if my brother is a fag who wears perfume?"
That reminded him, and he minced into the car.
Then as he was starting to back down the driveway, I said to him, "Just one more thing and you're on your own, brother.
When we make our entrance,
walk as if someone's cock was already in your ass.
If anyone really gay is interested,
we'll want them to know that you're available,
so the judges can see for themselves that even the real thing thinks you're the real thing."
"Barbara, just how far do you mean for me to go?
Isn't there any limit to this notion of yours?"
"Dean, you just stay in character,
and be what you're supposed to be for this one night.
Do it right even if that means
you have to go a little further than you'd like.
It won't be anything men don't do."
The mansion was impressive all lit up,
as we parked in the space I'd reserved for me.
My boss Roger met us at the door,
looking splendid in a tuxedo with a wing collar, not much of a costume, but suitable I suppose to his role as a host.
"Welcome, Barbara!
You've done wonders with the decoration, and the food, and the orchestra, everything.
Impressive....handled with no last-minute flurries!"
He looked a more closely at Dean and his mouth opened just a bit. "And this is your...husband?"
"My brother!"
I told Roger, looking him straight in the eye.
"This is my brother Dean.
Same name as my husband's, no resemblance otherwise.
I'm alone tonight, though I don't expect to stay that way."
"Not in that costume, you look good enough to eat."
"I hope so, I'm looking forward to it."
Roger squared his shoulders and took my arm
and led me into the main hallway,
leaving Dean standing on his own at the door.
"Not a chance it won't happen.
Not a chance....may I have the first dance?"
He did.
A half hour after we arrived I was in one of the larger bedrooms
off the main downstairs hallway,
two huge beds with coverlets already drawn down,
wiping his cum out of my pussy as best I could,
tucking kleenex into my slit to slow the flow,
and kissing him on the nose.
"That was marvelous! My husband's been away a long time now. I'd almost forgotten the moves."
"No....you do things my wife couldn't possibly do.
That teeny rotating of your twat when you started moaning, it drove me wild!
I wish I'd known earlier how wonderful you taste."
"Well, you know now.”
I just couldn't stop smiling!
I felt so liberated!
It was just delicious, being a bona-fide slut!
A whole new world to explore!
He had a great tongue, really marvelous,
and a 10 inch, fat and altogether satisfying black cock.
I had no complaint about either of my orgasms.
"I'd better go see how Dean's doing.
He doesn't know anyone here."
"Don't worry, Barbara, I suspect he's well tended.
There are people here with his... ahh... interests.
I notice you invited your husband's boss, Ralph.
I'm glad you asked him, with nothing else planned.
But he's brought someone who'll certainly want to meet your brother if he hasn't already,
a client of his who is as it happens is also a client of ours too.
If the two of them hit it off, we can all be happy."
He smiled at me, and took me gently by the elbow,
and led me back to the bed.
"Barbara, if you don't mind mounting me this time,
I'd love to show your wonderful breasts how profoundly I can worship them while we fuck again.
My wife's also been away longer than I'd thought."
"That's what I'm here for, Roger.
Sluttish is as sluttish does. I need to feel your black cock in me again. With me on top, I can take it as deep as I can."
His tongue on my nipples felt even better than his cock in my cunt, and that was ecstasy!.
I'd waited a long time for a real man...a Black Man!
I thought that Dean'd been a man only a few months ago.
I wondered if I could think of him that way ever again.
If he'd ever be one again.
It didn't look that way when I went into the large room we'd turned into a ballroom, orchestra on one side, all sorts of animals and bunnies and horror film characters swaying and bouncing everywhere.
The orchestra began a slow dance, and the floor quickly filled.
Sure enough, there was my Dean in a far corner
plastered to a tall, muscular Black man I didn't know.
The man wore a studded motorcycle jacket,
and Dean was nearly wrapped inside it.
The mutual client, no doubt about it,
and they'd found each other as Roger had predicted.
As I looked closer I saw the client grinding his pelvis
into my Dean's crotch with each beat, holding Dean's velvet buns,
one in each huge hand.
Dean was holding his partner around the neck,
taking the woman's role, I noted with satisfaction,
his head on the man's shoulder and turned well away.
There seemed to be a desperate gleam in his eye,
and as I watched I saw why.
The client let go Dean's rear end for a moment,
Dean turned toward him thinking the dance was finally done,
he took Dean's head in both hands, leaned over him,
and tenderly but with iron firmness kissed him on the mouth.
The kiss lasted a while.
Dean's hands fell helplessly to his sides, dangling there.
Then his partner placed them back around his neck
and they resumed their clutched movements,
grinding against each other.
"They're getting on very well, wouldn't you say?"
I looked up,
and there alongside me was Ralph in a tiger costume of sorts,
also looking at the loving couple.
"I'm glad you invited me to invite him. His name's Mike, incidentally.
I introduced Dean to him as your brother, as you'd suggested, and they hit it off right away.
At least Mike did, and Dean's obviously under strict instructions to go with the flow, to be what he seems to be.
I told him Mike was our best client,
so he should be sure Mike gets whatever he wants.
How did you turn that compulsive stud into such a compliant queer? What kind of a hold have you got on him?"
"The best kind....I've got him by the balls!
He still wants to stay married to me for some reason,
and I'm setting conditions...enlarging his horizons for him."
He looked me over appreciatively.
My face was still flushed from my two fucks,
and I was still feeling a little squishy under my short leather skirt.
There must have been something in the way I stood, or moved, that told him that too.
"Are you what you seem to be tonight, Barbara?"
I took Ralph's arm.
"You bet...try me."
He wrapped his hand around mine, securing it firmly on his arm.
I was off and running again!
"Tell me, Barbara, why are you doing this to him?"
"Payback.
He thinks if he wins tonight's costume contest I'll forgive him, and he would've won, too,
because he is certainly acting out the way he looks,
and you know that's not the way he started out.
He's absolutely convincing, don't you think?"
The dancing couple dipped deep,
as Mike leaned back holding Dean partly between his legs,
I realized that if Dean had a vagina at that moment
Mike's black cock would have slid all the way into it.
"'He *would've* won' you say? You mean he won't?"
"No...it's a shame.
He doesn't know it, of course, what with all the details setting up this party I seem to have forgotten to appoint judges. Nobody's watching.
Or everybody's watching, but nobody's judging anybody.
Not tonight, anyhow.
Tonight we're who we are because that's who we want to be, never mind why."
"Then shouldn't we be somewhere else, looking for refreshments, or refreshing ourselves?"
"Yes....just a moment....all right now....there, see?
It's happening much faster than I'd hoped.
Your Mike has Dean by the hand
and seems to be talking to Roger about something.
Yes, Roger's directing him to a bedroom down that hallway.
Let's wait just a moment, and then we'll follow.
I want to see what happens.
Even more, I want Dean to see what happens.
Are you willing?"
"I never refuse a lady,"
Ralph said with mock gallantry.
"Especially a lady like you! I'd never risk it!"
We stopped to chat with a few people and to sip some of the excellent champagne Roger had contributed in the name of employee relations, to give Mike and Dean a chance to settle in.
Some guys from the office started toward me, then deflected in other directions as they saw my arm in Ralph's. Maybe fifteen minutes passed,
We drifted down the hallway, and then into the room.
Dean and Mike were in full fling.
Neither of them even noticed us as we stepped inside quietly,
and in the dim light sat down on the other bed
to watch the two men thrashing away at each other.
Dean's purple pants were no where in sight,
probably crumpled up somewhere en route to the bed.
There he lay, bare-assed on his back,
his legs high up on Mike's muscular shoulders.
Bare-assed isn't quite the right word,
because what I saw was a huge Black cock,
bigger than any I'd ever seen anywhere,
bigger even than the dildos they display in sex shops,
and it was sliding in and out of Dean's anus
like some gigantic piston pushing and pulling inside its cylinder.
Ralph and I could see it perfectly when it was withdrawn practically to the head then plunged all the way back in.
Dean was giving a little mewing shriek each time.
I'd wanted Dean's first ass-fuck to be a wholly new experience,
a discovery he made all on his own,
so I hadn't prepared him with dildos or butt plugs
or anything to stretch him out and relax his sphincter.
Now I regretted it. It seemed cruel, what I'd done.
There he was helpless under that gorgeously muscled Black man,
pinned down like a bug,
and that huge thing was sliding in and out of him mercilessly.
All he could do about it was make those strange high-pitched squeaks.
"Enough,"
Dean cried out suddenly.
"For God's sake, that's enough!"
He remembered his partner's name.
"Mike! It hurts!"
As my eyes got used to the dim light,
I could see Dean's face streaked with tears, his mascara run a little.
Was it pain or mortification?
Probably both.
"It hurts my partners at first, Dean honey. No matter how many partners, I'm always a little...stressful for them.
But soon they begin to sing that old song, 'Put it in deeper, it hurts so good!'
Then they can't bear for me to leave them.
You'll see, sweet cheeks!"
Even so, Mike slowed down, and his humping pelvis seemed to thrust more gently.
"You're tight, Dean. You're sooo tight!
You've had fewer partners than I thought from the way you responded when we were dancing together. You seemed so casual then, so matter of fact.
But now....no matter.
Just lie here under me
and get used to feeling a real man inside you,
until you're ready to really enjoy a real man,
and you feel like pushing back on me.
I can go slow like this for a long time."
Dean thrashed his head in desperation,
and then saw me sitting there with Ralph, the two of us holding hands. His eyes opened out wide and then bulged!
He stared at his boss, then me, then Ralph again.
All the while that great black cock of Mike's disappeared into his anus and then reappeared.
"My GGGoddd!"
he said, and then seemed to choke.
Obviously, seeing his boss calmly watching him
impaled by Mike's huge Black cock overloaded him.
His focus shifted to my face.
"Barbara? Enough!"
he cried, still pinned against the bed like a butterfly,
his legs spread like wings up over his head,
his naked ass now nearly empty, now filled to bursting.
"Please, Barbara, tell him! I'm not like this!"
My moment had arrived.
"Dean, you just want to have all the fun!"
I replied, forcing out each single syllable word separately.
"And you've had lots of fun, you have!
But I want my fun too!
And I'll have it!
Just watch me now!"
He couldn't pull his eyes away, and in the twilit room a fantasy unfolded that must have seemed to him a nightmare.
I wanted it to seem dreamlike, so I moved slowly.
I gestured Ralph to rise, and he did with excruciating deliberation--
he'd caught on to my little scenario.
I undid his pants, and sat him down in slow motion,
applied my mouth to his black cock as if it were a child's lollipop.
When I glanced up now and then,
Ralph was looking bemusedly over at Dean,
his employee folded nearly double, thighs pushed into his chest,
eyes nearly out of his head in horrified bewilderment,
going out of his mind.
Mike continued his slow pumping, in and out, in and out.
"Take good care of our customer, Dean,"
his Boss said to Dean mildly.
"And I'll take good care of your sister here.
I wish I'd known about your orientation earlier,
I would have given you many more accounts like Mike's to tend to. But it isn't too late....they're yours now.
We'll talk about it Monday....and enjoy yourself!
Mike, you know we both appreciate your business."
"Oh, Dean already appreciates my business,
enough for the both of you. Don't worry.
But if you don't mind,
Dean seems stressed out now for some reason.
We'll just watch you two if you don't mind,
and I'll stay still and give Dean's asshole
a chance to stretch a little more.
I do want him to enjoy what we're doing."
Dean was still speechless,
his asshole crammed and stuck and immovable.
He tried to wiggle free for a second,
but only worked Mike's Black cock deeper.
So he stayed still, still bug-eyed, his head turned,
apprehensively watching my every move.
As if in his dream I took Ralph's cock head into the back of my mouth and pushed it into the back of my throat.
"Oooooh!"
Dean groaned, as I turned sideways and looked slyly at him.
Then I closed down on Ralph's cock and forced it into my gullet, and then slid it up again.
"Beginning to relax, are we?"
Mike said to Dean.
"Well, you'll soon see.
I'll soon have you so loose and supple
you'll think we're both swimming in butter."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
came next out of Dean's mouth, a high-pitched shriek
that would have been more suitable coming out of my mouth.
He'd just realized that I'd just deep throated his boss.
I'd never been able to do that with him,
even when he'd begged me to try -- I'd always gagged and coughed. But I'd been practicing with my dildo, and now it seemed simple enough.
I let out a deep, contented groan
when I next had Ralph's cock way down in my throat.
It sounded muffled and strained, almost inhuman
as that solid meat pressed on my vocal cords from the inside.
But I wanted Dean to hear that cock's pressure,
to feel it with his ears.
He did, and replied with another cry, even higher pitched.
"You want to suck on my Black cock too, honey?"
Mike asked him.
"Don't worry, you will.
We have all night.
We're going to know everything there is
to know about each other before morning.
I'm going to show you how to love a Black Man,
to worship my Black Cock and love it in your ass;
you will crave to have Black Cocks all the time!
Dean replied with a squeak,
maybe because Mike rubbed in that promise by withdrawing,
then slowly pressing in again until he was back in all the way.
"Sure, I know,"
"It feels good....you're getting softer,
and my black cock is getting harder.
That's the way it should be."
Dean couldn't reply, because at that moment I stood up, still slowly, wiggled my leather-covered ass onto the bed, lay back, and spread my legs wide.
"Come into me, Ralph...come into me.
Roger's fucked me twice already,
so you'll slide right in with no problem.
I want your big black cock in me....deep!
I want you to feel some loving wiggles and wriggles
no one has ever felt before.
Not in me, anyhow."
Dean watched as his boss mounted me slowly,
and saw his long, thick black cock slide on and on and in through my crotchless panties until finally Ralph's thighs
were mashed against my leather mini skirt.
Then out just as slowly.
Then in again.
I was beginning to heat up again,
but just before I wrapped my arms around Ralph's neck,
closed my eyes and began to thrust back
with all my heart, soul, and might,
I looked over again. Dean still stared straight at us amazed,
and I saw that Mike too had picked up the pace again.
I also saw that Dean was now lifting his ass up slightly
but noticeably on each of Mike's approaches.
It was as Mike had said,
that Dean would love his Black cock fucking his ass.
Then there was another moment some time later,
after I had risen under Ralph to a glorious orgasm,
and a delicious peace flooded me,
lasting for a while before I began to build again.
Again I glanced at the couple in the other bed.
Success!
Dean was now holding Mike's head in both his hands
and kissing him voluptuously, as he'd never kissed me,
while Mike just kept stroking his Black Cock
in and out of him with long, easy thrusts.
I thought to myself,
Dean must have figured that when your wife's fuck is inevitable,
relax and enjoy your own.
Maybe watching his boss slam raw meat into me turned him on, the voyeurism emphasizing his helplessness,
his helplessness emphasizing his humiliation, and he loves all of it.
Or Mike's monster cock had finally found Dean's point of no return.
Or Dean always has been a repressed closet queer,
and that's why all the skirt-chasing.
Whatever the reason, he's not repressed any longer!
Then I stopped thinking about it altogether,
and concentrated on the wondrous, glorious, sublime feelings
as sweet, dear, marvelous Ralph's long, long, thick, black cock set glowing in me.
Then blazing, then exploding, again and again as the night wore on,
and not one of the four of us stopped or even slowed down.
God what heavenly fucking we had!
Anyhow, I opened my eyes again when daybreak began to break up the dark outside the window and I could see shadows of separate trees.
I looked around. Mike and Ralph were both asleep,
each spooned into his lover, each hugging us.
Ralph's hand rested lightly on my breast, and oddly,
Mike's hand caressed one of Dean's nipples even in his sleep.
I vaguely recalled hearing Mike say affectionately to Dean
as he was falling asleep,
"You're a wonderful girl.
I want to get to know you better as you are.
I want you to enjoy submitting to me and my Black Cock.
I want you to willingly accept your destiny,
love the worship of the Superior Black Cock.
Your purpose in life will be to serve Black Men and their Cocks."
I listened closely, but all I could hear from Dean in reply was "Heeahh!"
in a high, soft voice, which I'm sure Mike took for a 'Yes.'
But I was thinking as I fell asleep,
I hadn't promised Mike anything myself.
I untangled myself from Ralph and stood up,
and felt a deep puddle of his cum suddenly bubble out of my cunt
and start to trickle down my leg.
For the moment I ignored it.
Should I ask Dean to....? No.
His face was already crusty enough with Mike's cum.
I crossed over to Dean.
“C'mon, honey,"
I whispered to him.
“Time to go now. The party's over. Wake up!"
Then I saw he wasn't asleep.
His eyes were still fixed open, a pained, defeated look in them. Maybe he hadn't slept at all, just watched me and Ralph
as we did things together all night long?
What he must have seen if so!
Maybe he was hoping Mike would wake up
and fuck him true blue one more time?
"Never mind how your ass feels now, lover."
I said to him.
"Mine feels the same way....you saw!"
I saw in his eyes that he had seen.
My ass had been virginal before tonight.
He'd often wanted in, but I'd always wanted him in my cunt whenever his cock was hard enough to go in anywhere at all.
But Ralph was incredible.
His third fuck had been into my ass,
and languorous and beyond my ability to describe it.
And then his fourth was back into my cunt again.
And wherever he pushed into me,
my whole body rose up and followed delighted, and I came and came, orgasm after orgasm. So I could hardly complain.
"No, my butt hole is not for you,"
I said, guessing what might be on his mind.
"You have your ass and I have mine.
Mine will never be yours.
Other men's, maybe, but never yours.
Don't even think about it.
You'll find other men who fit into yours if you feel a craving. I won't mind....I'll find other men too."
He lay stone still, now looking at me piteously.
There was no doubt that my confident,
cock-swinging, manly husband was way past recovery.
"We're both sore now,
but I'm sure when we think about things later,
remember how it felt, we'll feel very good indeed down there. In time we'll both get used to accommodating our lovers. You'll have to, I guess, if your boss gives you all those new accounts he mentioned.
And now I'll want to....I'll surely want to have cock in my ass.
C'mon now, honey."
I reached out my hand and he took it,
his chest from Mike's hand, and carefully, not to wake Mike,
swung his legs over the side of the bed.
He sat gingerly for a moment.
But the pressure on his butt must have seemed too great,
because he then painstakingly stood up.
He tried to walk toward the bathroom,
and managed only his mincing lurch.
I could see cum glistening between his ass cheeks now,
and a shiny streak further down the inside of his thigh.
There was a smear of red still visible on one cheek,
not altogether wiped away by the rest of the night's gyrations.
My poor dear had indeed lost his cherry!
When we were in the bathroom I turned on the night light.
There were his clothes,
half soaked in the tub where Mike had probably tossed them
after they'd showered together before their little tete-a-tete,
Dean then still under duress and Mike powerfully muscled.
No telling if Dean resisted, but I doubt if it was more than token.
"Oh dear, you don't have those pretty purple pants to wear.
But there's a dress hanging in the closet over there.
I'll get for you to wear home, so you can be decent. Just wait."
This was more than Dean could handle.
He'd really had a hard night this time.
He stared at his drenched fag gear.
"You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?
This is just this night, isn't it?"
"It is if you want to quit your job and find another.
And find another town to live in.
You've been given some of the best accounts in the industry.
But that's up to you.
I've gotten my satisfaction now.
Roger and Ralph were just lovely.
You were even lovelier, dear.
I'll get that engraved for you to wear, if you'd like.
Here, put this on, and we'll leave.
"You knew!
You've been getting even!
But you said that after tonight you'd forgive me.
Now what are you talking about for me?
Is this what you have in mind for me from now on?
Dresses?"
"Oh, no, Dean! It isn't a matter of balances,
you owe me so I pay me, and that way I'm even.
I do forgive you.
Last night you did everything I'd hoped and more.
But now we're living in different worlds.
This morning we're both different from when we came here.
And there's no going back.
If you stay with Mike's kind you'll be a member
of the mincing-in-tight-pants brigade.
But then there are other clients I'm sure
who will prefer a less manly account executive,
one who can be a little more delicate, and gracious, and soft,
a little more femme, more of a temptress, or a coquette.
When you meet with them you'll find
you'll need to choose which way you want to go."
"No, sweetheart, I won't put you into dresses.
But maybe they will.
You will, maybe, after talking it over with Ralph.
Maybe simply for convenience you'll want your own breasts, hormonal or implants.
That'll be entirely up to you."
"As far as I'm concerned, now that you've been used
like a faggot or a woman, you have to decide which.
Either way you're now like me,
a whore available to a variety of men.
And we both know it.
Neither of us can ever forget it.
So no, there's no going back, sweetheart.
I myself don't want to, I like this new life,
different cocks hard at work trying to satisfy me each night,
men using themselves up in me while I keep going and going.
I'm satisfied.
But are you gay now, Dean, or are you a girl?
Which?"
He looked up at me, grim and mournful.
"Cheer up, sweetheart!
I myself think you have much more talent toward gay.
But now everyone, even your own boss,
thinks you're as queer as a three dollar bill.
And I must admit, I prefer you manly to altogether effeminate, even if you're some other man's man.
I'm not yet through with your penis.
I just want to know where it's at from time to time,
who's using it besides me."
"You don't seem at all sorry
you fucked both those men last night, Barbara!
At least I am for what I've done!"
Dean was feeling for the moral high ground, but there wasn't any!
"That's right, not at all!
Tonight I got from other men what you've been getting from other women ever since we got married.
Isn't that so?
You never felt bound by marriage... I see no reason why I should. It's just a matter of my catching up, is all...and I mean to try."
As we sneaked through the now pale lit living room and out to the driveway and our car, I whispered to him.
"That's it, a perfect walk. You've finally mastered it.
Still dripping?
I'd carry a tampon from now on if I were you.
You keep swishing your asshole like that,
as if there were still a cock in there, and there soon will be!"
"It's priceless!
Now everyone thinks you're really the gay man
I wanted you to become this Halloween.
So from now on, weekdays at least we remain sister and brother. You'll just have to keep being your new self,
whatever the clothes you actually wear.
No one will believe that you aren't what you seem.
And if you claim you're not,
when everyone at the party saw you and Mike together,
you'll seem something much worse!"
"On weekends we can make it up.
Then if you want to be my great macho lover again,
I'll always welcome you into me.
We *are* married after all!
Though Mike isn't inclined to make use of your penis, I still might, maybe, from time to time.
Though, after exploring my new freedom to try other cocks,
I may not find it as appealing as before.
Especially if, after seeing Mike's Black Cock use you,
and after having Ralph's and Roger's Black Cocks in me, I will definitely need to experience more Black Cocks, for myself, using my willing cunt and ass.
You do have a darling tush,
that is going to be in demand by Mike often
and I can't fend off the whole world!"
Dean seemed gloomy as we I drove, hunched over in his dress
so the early morning traffic wouldn't recognize what he was wearing.
He knew that his days as a Don Juan among women were done for, and said as much.
No way could any woman think of him as a great lover.
Not since his behavior confirmed by rumors no doubt already spreading about last night's party.
"Did I at least win that prize you wanted me to win?"
"I don't know,"
I answered as we approached our old neighborhood.
It too seemed different.
"We weren't either of us there for the judging, were we?
We were both busy somewhere else, remember?"
If Dean was now a member of the gay community, reluctantly, or welcoming the change,
I was now also committed to my own new Halloween way of life.
I planned on being fucked a lot.... and more Black Cock was what I wanted!
But based on Mike's plans for Dean,
Dean may have already accepted his new status,
and may even be looking forward to willingly serving
as a Black Cock-only faggot bottom.
I wondered how long it would be before Dean wondered why his sister was working late nights on so many week days,
maybe as many as he'd be working with his new clients from now on.
I wondered if he had access to Ralph's day book,
where his sister would certainly be mentioned frequently.
I knew I'd show up in Roger's almost as often
as I showed up at the office for work.
As I thought about posh dining clubs,
I wondered how long it would be before
we ran into each other at one of them, Dean and me, and nodded our acquaintance,
and Dean would introduce his sister to his man for the evening,
I'd introduce mine.
Maybe for a special treat we could let Dean and his boyfriends watch me, and I could watch him and pick up pointers from the way he handled black cocks fucking him.
Monday morning came, and Dean went to his *new* job.
Ralph was waiting to review Dean's new clients
and what may be expected to keep them happy.
Dean also shared with Ralph his conversations with Barbara
and Barbara's expectations of their new relationship.
As they were talking, Mike came to the office unexpectedly.
Mike was in a very business-like three-piece tailored suit,
very unlike the persona from the party.
Mike was there to review the new expectations
of doing business and service levels with Dean.
Ralph was ready to make the commitments to Mike
of how cooperative Dean would be, having fully accepted his new life.
Barbara's expectations were also discussed with Mike,
further pleasing Mike with this new information.
Mike explained to Ralph he expected that Dean
would be responsible for his account, exclusively.
There would be further expectations as Mike outlined:
“As I had briefly stated the other night,
I'm going to show you how to love a Black Man,
to worship my Black Cock and love it in your ass;
you will crave to have Black Cocks all the time!
I want you to enjoy submitting to me and my Black Cock.
In time, I may want to share you with other Black Men,
to turn you fully into a Black Cock only faggot.
I want you to willingly accept your destiny
to submit to loving the worship of the Superior Black Cock.
Your purpose in life will be to serve Black Men.
I want you to keep your male persona,
but with some enhancements, so to speak.
Let your head hair grown out,
to be in a man-bun or full pony-tail.
The rest of all of your body hair, though,
I want permanently removed.
This includes facial hair, body and pubic areas.
I don't want breast enhancements at this time,
but I want you to start on testosterone blockers
and some estrogen supplements to begin
the feminine changes to your body
I will be looking for in the future.
These changes done naturally and slowly.
I don't want you to go *all queen* right away....
I want to enjoy you as a submissive male white for a while. I have Black friends who you will be shared with who are not wholly into feminized males.
Gradually over time, though, the changes to your body will be enjoyed as you fully accept them.
Your pierced ears will be enhanced with additional piercings in your nose, tongue, nipples, belly, and your shrinking penis.
Though Barbara has expressed an interest in still using your penis from time to time,
new plans I now have for her will change that.
Since she is looking to expand her horizons,
and be open to more fucking,
there are Black men with much larger Cocks
that will be keeping her pussy and ass filled.
Barbara will be like you,
a Black Cock-only slut and whore.
She will be trained to accept any Black Cock
in any manner of depravity demanded of her.
Ralph had been listening to Mike's plans for Dean and Barbara,
and was looking forward to these changes.
Ralph and Roger had thoroughly enjoyed fucking Barbara,
and Ralph especially in christening her up-to-then virgin ass.
He was sure that until Barbara was truly converted to the
Black Cock slut and whore Mike envisioned,
that they would still be able to have their time with her.
Mike then continued with his descriptions
of how Dean's life would be forever changed.
As the hormones take their effect on your body,
and your breasts develop naturally,
your penis will start to shrink as well.
Eventually you will be castrated to complete your transition to full feminized eunuch status;
we will keep your shrunken penis/clit
as a reminder of what you once were.
Until then, you will continue to wear a steel chastity cage to prevent any possible relapses to your former self.
As far as your responsibilities here,
follow Ralph's directions with your new clients.
However, your tight white ass is exclusively mine until I allow other Black Men to use it.
Your ass-pussy-cunt will be Black Cock only from now on.
I so much enjoyed fucking your tight ass,
that it is mine to break in fully.
You may offer your mouth for sucking cocks.
Though you may prefer Black Cocks only,
you have my permission, with Ralph's as well,
to offer your cock-sucking services to others.
I am happy Barbara has opened you
to your true gay faggot life,
and that I was there to introduce you to it.
Mike asked if there were any questions or clarifications needed.
As expected, there were none.
Dean had accepted Mike's Black Cock in his ass,
and had come to enjoy the feeling and wanted more.
Ralph also was looking forward to having a cock sucker in the office to help sweeten any deals with those clients who may wish to avail themselves of those service.
Ralph also explained that he has a special “office space”
in mind for Dean and his special clients.
Ralph had it for his own liaisons when needed during the day.
It is fully furnished with a desk and client chairs.
In addition, there is a connecting room with couches
and a king-size bed for times when that is needed.
A TV is available to show all sorts of porn shows,
again depending on who is being entertained.
A full en-suite “wet-room” is also attached for those times
when the situations arise for more special times.
When Mike heard of this, he told Ralph and Dean:
I was rather disappointed to have woken alone,
without Dean to cuddle and continue getting to know everything about submitting to Black Cock.
I think this would be a perfect time to christen Dean's new “office” and continue his training.
I also have a “gift” for Dean:
his velvet pants rescued, cleaned and like new.
Please change to them before we leave Ralph,
so we both get back in the mood.
Dean promptly took off his suit pants, showing no underwear,
and happily pulled the purple velvet pants up his legs.
Again his penis and balls bulged provocatively in front
and his plump fuckable ass highlighted as well.
Mike took Dean's hand and led him out of the office,
oblivious to the stares and looks from the others there.
Once inside the new office, Mike took Dean in his arms,
holding him as when they first danced together.
Dean had his arms tightly around Mike's neck,
and pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss with lots of tongue.
Catching his breath, Dean began to take Mike's clothes off,
being careful to fold and place them aside.
On his knees to pull Mike's pants down and off,
Mike's thick Black Cock, already hardening,
popped out and Dean took the head in his mouth to kiss and suck.
Mike, though, had other ideas.
Pulling Dean back to his feet, he assisted in stripping Dean bare.
He then lifted Dean in his arms and went to the bed,
laying Dean gently on his back.
Mike got on the bed and laid on his back as well.
Another passionate embrace and kissing continued,
building the passion for what was to come.
Mike's Black Cock was hard as ever and standing straight up.
“I have been looking forward to finishing
what we started the other night.....
I have so much more for you to learn about pleasing Black Men and their Cocks.
I want you to get on top of me
and take my Black Cock fully in your white ass-pussy-cunt.
Just ease the tip and cock-head in your ass,
and as it stretches your hole,
gradually release your weight and let it slide in.
Take your time!
The feeling of accepting my Cock this way is one you will always remember and cherish.
Your tight ass is feeling amazing for me as well,
and it is even better than being sucked.
Once you have fully impaled yourself on my Black Cock,
you can start moving slowly back up
then back down to begin the Fuck of your life.
As you feel even more comfortable,
increase the speed of the your movements.
You will control the Fuck,
and the pleasure we both will feel from my Black Cock fucking your white ass.
I have been looking for a white sissy faggot to own and use for my personal enjoyment.
I know you are the one I want to keep. We both are going to have so much fun, you will love serving me and my friends.
Dean followed the instructions to Mike's pleasure,
and Mike knew he had found the best white faggot ever.
Mike was going to enjoy fucking Dean as often as possible,
and sharing Dean as a reward with his friends.
Mike, especially, along with Roger and Ralph, were looking forward to owning both Dean and Barbara
as white Black-Cock-only sluts and whores.
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Posted on : Dec 17, 2024
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