mspsubmale's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog Sex Toy for Blacks  "Please Sir, use some lube, pleeeaaasee" is all I could ask before feeling his massive black cock plunder my bleached white asshole. Moments earlier, Sir forced me onto my hands and knees on the thick, lush green grass. My bikini bottom pulled aside and his strong hands on my hips. Sir mounts me like an animal. His feet outside my thighs as I feel him push into my tight, dry hole. My head rises as I cry out at the pain of being taken this way before dropping between my shoulders in resignation. Sir grunts with each thrust and I soon feel his hairy groin slamming my smooth bare ass. His heavy balls swing and slap with each downward thrust. I push back through the pain of being so roughly sodomized to greet his thrusts. Sir loves when I am an active participant. And through it all, I feel my small bulge tighten in the gusset of my bikini. My bikini top is untied and my small breasts feel the cool breeze of the expansive back yard. His thick cock now slamming deep into my sleeve for his pleasure. His cock is thick and long, impressive really and Sir knows how to use it so well. Rolling my hips, moaning and drooling as I feel Sir ride me hard. He grunts and I know what is to come next. Sir grabs hold of my long blonde hair and pulls back my skull. And then the unloads into my bowels. His cock fills me and his semen blasts deep within me. "Oh fuuuuuck......" I moan as Sir breeds his bitch and I take all his semen. I grip his shaft and milk his heavy balls. I want it all, I need all of his cum. My hair released and my head falls forward. I feel Sir pull from me and leaving me to gape on the grass. A soft whine from my lips as the tension passes and my bitch-clit aches untouched and unsatisfied. ############ After a moment to catch my breath, I reach back and move the bikini bottom into proper place. Getting to my feet, I slip on my heels and retie the bikini top to cover my small breasts and lewd nipples. I find my butt plug on the and brush it off before pushing it back in Walking into the house with head high, I see Sir having a drink with his beautiful wife, Carrie Anne. Whereas he is in slacks, collared shirt and loafers, Carrie Anne is barely dressed at all. She beckons me over and offers her tumbler to me As I take a sip of her tequila on ice, her hand caresses the wet spot in the back of my bikini. She looks past me to her husband. His handsome face smiles, "you know dear, how much I like to fuck him on the grass." 'Him'..... Sir knows how much it embarrasses me when he calls me by male pronouns after all this time and his money to create me in such female likeness. Sir and Carrie Anne are having their late afternoon cocktail. "May I shower, Sir? I had been lying in the hot sun for some time before you mounted me and I'm sure I look a fright." "Don't be silly, boy, you look wonderful, Cagna (pronounced Kan-ya). But before you do, come over here and get naked for us." I walk towards Sir and away from Carrie Anne. Untying my top then bending over to slip off my bottom. I'm sure Carrie Anne saw the large round-headed plug between my cheeks holding back the cum. Sirs hand teased my medically modified penis mound when I stood back up wearing only my heels. I have been something of a science experiment for them and Sirs surgeon brother. I have not always been excited about the changes but I consented to them years prior. My bitch-clit, as we've long taken to calling what was once my penis, only extends two inches from my groin when I'm fully aroused. It is primarily the flared head of a circumcised penis with one inch of shaft. The remainder of shaft and scrotum was surgically placed within my groin making it appear as if removed. I had average size genitals prior to the surgery. Now, it typically looks like just a nub in my panty. With the Summer tanning season upon us, I've recently shaved the pubes so I'm smooth in the groin and unable to hide my bitch-clit embarrassment. While Sir gently fondles the head, I feel Carrie Anne move against me. Her hand softly caresses my ass cheeks and her warm kisses pepper my right shoulder and neck. -arousal slime coats the fingertips of Sir as I sway between them. Carrie Anne teases the fat plug wedged inside me and elicits a soft moan from my lips. Soon enough, my full two inches are on display as I love being their toy and having my body toyed with by them. Her hand slaps my ass, "Okay, off you go ... take that shower before dinner." Sirs hand slips from me and I softly moan my disappointment before picking up my bikini and swishing my ass off to the shower. ######### Five feet nine inches tall, I always felt a bit short when I presented as male. But now, especially wearing my typical three-inch heels in public, I always feel statuesque. Years earlier, Carrie Anne put me on a strict diet that I mostly adhere to this day. And the body sculpting surgeries have created a body that often turns heads by both men and women. The warm water courses over my skin as I stand and slowly turn. I free the plug from my bussy - my asshole that has been renamed by Carrie Anne - and push the nozzle deep inside to clean myself thoroughly. Feeling the warm water from the nozzle my mind back to the first time with Sir. It was in Chicago and I was helping a friend cater an event. I wore a tuxedo and had my then light brown hair in a man bun with a light beard on my face. I had noticed this striking black gentleman while serving hors d'oeuvres but thought nothing more of him. As I was clearing the plates, he struck up a casual conversation by asking me if Chicago was home. The next thing I knew, I was meeting him in the hotel bar of the Four Seasons where he was staying. I was still in my tuxedo but he asked me if I'd let my hair down while we shared a drink. He spoke in a casual way but there was a quality to his mannerisms that suggested he was not always so casual. His Bourbon and my beer finished, he suggested I go to his room with him. At the time, I was mostly with women but I did mess around with men friends from time to time. His suite was unlike any I had been in previously. He offered me a bourbon from the decanter and while he poured two glasses, he told me to strip. He didn't raise his voice, just saying it calmly with a stern demeanor. I was a little shocked but I knew why I had gone to his room. I was down to undershirt and briefs when he handed me the glass. had removed his coat and tie but was otherwise still dressed. His left hand pushed into my briefs to grope my penis. He seemed to like what he found since his hand stayed there until I was nearly erect while he drank his bourbon. "Finish your drink, get naked and go get on the bed, Dean. I will be in shortly." The maid had already turned down the comforter and top sheet so I just slid over the softest bottom sheet I had ever felt. I could hear him on the phone - I couldn't hear him well but it sounded like he was saying good night to a wife or girlfriend. He entered the room and removed all his clothes, taking the time to hang the tuxedo on the hanger. His black cock hung down and dangled as he walked towards me. I could tell he would be something when erect. He sat on the bed leaning against the headboard. His left hand reached over and pulled my face onto his lap. I rubbed my cheek and lips against his cock as I felt my longish hair spill around his groin. He is a hairy man. At the time, the hairs of groin, belly and thighs were black but they have begun to grey in recent months. Anyway, I put his cock to my lips and began to suck. His hand was firm yet gentle as he stroked my head and hair. As I took more of his head and shaft into my mouth, I could feel him beginning to firm with arousal. I really didn't have all that much experience giving head so feeling him get hard gave me confidence. I moved forward and began to bob on his cock. His hand touched my shoulders and upper back as I sucked for what seemed thirty minutes. He was using my mouth and my jaw could feel the attention of being stretched around him for so long. He pulled my face from his groin. I had drool coating my chin and his cock. "You don't have a lot of experience doing this do you, Dean?" He asked in a kind way and I told him not too much. "And have you been fucked?" His hand stroked his thick erection as he asked. I pushed on my elbows to sit somewhat alongside him. My hand took the place of his on his cock. I could feel my own penis being hard. "Only one time. And it hurt," adding with a bit of a chuckle knowing why he asked. "Well Dean, I would like to fuck you. And as you have learned, my cock is not small." His hand rubbed my jaw as if sensing the ache from the prolonged sucking. "If you'd rather not, just be honest. We'll continue what we were doing then I'll ask you to leave. If you give me your ass, I'll ask you to stay the night." He was always so calm and matter-of-fact. I felt no pressure other than I felt like he was offering me something I had never imagined. I told him I'd like to try. He told me to first pour him another drink and one for myself if I'd like then go to the and get the grey tube in the top right-hand drawer. I slipped off the bed and padded out to the living area. Two glasses with ice and bourbon and returned to the bedroom. My penis was hanging somewhat limp as I walked. I noticed him noticing even though he had not touched it. Returning with the grey tubed lube, he patted for me to join him on the bed once more. He told me to stroke him while we shared the drink and I did. He asked about my background and family as he sipped on the bourbon and enjoyed my hand stroking him. I have a sister that lives in Michigan but no other family. He told me to finish my drink and get on all fours. The lube gushed against my crack and he let it run down toward my hole before using his fingers to push a bit inside me. Wiping his fingers on the sheets, I then felt the mattress move and knew he was behind me. Left hand holding the head of his cock, his right hand pressed to my hipbone. "Take a couple deep breaths, Dean, and try to relax. It will feel tight at first but I can almost guarantee you it will feel great by the time I'm finished." I took two deep breaths, exhaling slowly each time as I felt his wide mushroom rubbing on the crinkle of my anus. As I let the second breath leave my lips, he pressed himself firmly into me. I opened with the lube and the force of his body. My mouth opened as he pushed deeper. His left hand took my hip and he now held me with strong hands. Each push went a little deeper. Each pull I could feel my body ache. He squirted more lube then pushed in much deeper. My fingers clawed at the sheets as the pressure was intense. That fat black cock I had in my mouth was now plunging into my tight ringed asshole. He kept talking softly, giving me encouragement to take more and more of him. Then I felt his hairy groin and belly pressing to my butt. My head turned to see him lording over me with a wide smile. "I told you Dean ... I knew you could take me. And now, we fuck." He began to long stroke my ass. He would pull back and ram himself all the way into my hole. My tummy twisted as I felt his wide mushroom head plunging into me over and over. I tossed my head and my hair swung from one side to the other. His black cock began to feel so good inside me. My penis went from swinging to stiff as he rode over my prostate with each stroke. My balls swelled with lust the longer we fucked. As I had witnessed with the blowjob earlier, his self-control was - and still is - amazing. In and out he stroked. Each stroke took him root deep into my hole. Then his pace quickened and his thrusts intensified. The pleasure returned to some as his hard black cock slammed my sleeve. My head dropped so forehead pressed the sheets as his hands held my ass up high. And then I felt his cum explode into me. He grunted with each thrust. And each thrust created more cum in my bum. Five, six, seven strokes then he pulled out and fell backwards onto the sheets. My asshole gaped from his girth. "Turn around Dean.... I want to watch you jerk off." I fell onto my side with my ass on fire and my penis trembling with need. Took me only a few strokes and I was cumming like a volcano shooting all over my belly, chest and sheets. He pulled me close and we drifted off to sleep in this amazing suite. I awoke to him sitting on the sheets sipping a cup of coffee and reading the news on his phone. He casually uncovered his big black erection. And I climbed over his thigh to put him in my mouth. I began to suck his cock and slobber all over the shaft. After a few, he sat down his cup and phone and put his hand to the back of my head. I felt him press to the back of my mouth. My lips slid against his shaft as I bobbed on his cock until I felt his hand press down. He pushed into my throat with each downward movement of my head. And then he shot his morning load. I gagged and started to cough when he pulled back just enough. He pushed me off him and I did my best to swallow his thick cum. "Good morning sunshine ... go wash your face then bring us both coffee." He had kept his word. He ordered breakfast for us both after I had showered. He asked me a few more questions about my life. I just thought he was being nice and making small talk. Later, I realized, it was the beginning of an interview that would change my perspective on life. I would find he had been looking for a submissive white boy, just like me, to take for his, and his wife's, pleasure and enjoyment. ####### Monday mornings are the worst. Like most people, I have a Monday to Friday job and the beginning of the week after usually fun-filled weekends are so hard. I work at a high-end lingerie/apparel store called Femme Fatale. Carrie Anne is friends with the owner, Rachel, and got me the job. It's not so much about needing the money - Sir and Carrie Anne usually take care of my needs - it's just something Sir insisted when I moved into their home. Heels and a short dress are my usual attire with my plug. Often with stockings, especially in the winter months when the temps dip into the 60's in Miami. Yes it's Monday, but I really do enjoy working at Fatale. Rachel is amazing, as are the two young ladies that work there. And all day, I'm surrounded by beautiful lingerie and the people - mostly women - that shop here. I must admit that my paycheck is usually a bit short as it seems not a week goes by that I don't buy something for myself or Carrie Anne. Only Rachel knows my secret and she does love to tease me at times when we are alone. I have become quite the effective saleswoman. My former life provides me a unique insight for the female customers about the primarily men they are buying to impress. And for the occasional male that stops to shop for a wife, girlfriend or lover ... I make wonderful suggestions as well based on what I wear and what Carrie Anne wears for Sir. ###### Ten days after that night in Chicago, Sir called me. We talked and he asked how I felt about the night we met. Apparently satisfied, he invited me to his Florida home to visit for a weekend and to meet his wife. He said his admin would take care of all the travel details I would stay in their home. I had no idea of what was in store but I figured a free trip to Florida in exchange for sex seemed like a great deal. I got the weekend off work and just had to provide my information to the sweet sounding lady that called on his behalf. Three days later I was being picked up by a driver at Miami International Airport. The young lady had said I only needed to bring fit into a carry-on bag. A statuesque black woman warmly greeted me upon arrival at the circular drive. Five feet ten without her heels, Carrie Anne gave me a warm hug and apologized for Andreas not being home from his meeting. She was a stunning woman with then C-cup breasts and a short skirt that accentuated her long, black legs. She showed me to my room for the weekend then told me to switch into swim trunks and join her by the pool. I grabbed a fast shower to wipe off the airplane sweat then dug out my shorts and a t-shirt before finding her by the pool. Wearing barely a bikini. I nearly tented my suit. "Make yourself a drink or grab a beer - I'm drinking tequila. texted he'll be home in twenty minutes." I opened a bottle of beer and walked to the edge to the pool. Stepping onto the steps, the water was surprisingly warm. "Andreas said he met you in Chicago and found you to be quite interesting." I told her I was working the event and we just struck up a conversation over a drink after the event. I had no idea what he had told her but I presumed she was the voice on the other end of the phone before we went to bed. Carrie Anne pushed off the lounge and I stared at every step she took as she walked to the pool. "And he said you were a wonderful fuck." I damn near dropped my beer in the pool. Then she casually untied her bikini and displayed her perfectly shaped C-cups. "Would you like to touch them Dean?" Oh did I want to touch them but I was scared shitless. "It's OK, Andreas won't mind if you do." I hesitated by taking a pull on my beer. "In fact, he'd be disappointed if you don't." Her left hand took my right and placed it on her breast. She giggled a little bit before swallowing the tequila. My fingers moved slowly at first to feel her breast. I sat the bottle on the edge of the pool and used both hands to take her breasts. I told her they are amazing, but this she knew. Then she stepped backwards and slipped off the shallow end shelf. "Join me for a swim, Dean." We had been splashing and laughing for a few minutes when I noticed Andreas watching us from the edge of the pool with a tumbler in his hand. "I see you two are getting acquainted. I'm very happy you could join us this weekend, Dean" Andreas walked back to the bar. "Tequila, Carrie Anne? And another beer or something stronger?" Andreas returned in just his briefs with the three drinks. I took my beer and passed the tequila to my new friend. Andreas stripped off his briefs and got into the pool. "It's great you brought trunks... but they really aren't necessary." And I realized Carrie Anne's thong bottoms were on the edge of the pool. Andreas's thick 'trunk' swayed before being lifted by the warm water. I was self-conscious around Carrie Anne but slipped mine off and tossed them to the edge. took Carrie Anne in a tight embrace and kissed her mouth. A wonderful dinner prepared by Isabel, the housekeeper and as I've learned, the lady that keeps the house running smoothly. My hosts made me feel so at home as if I've known them for years. After dinner, Isabel tells Carrie Anne that the kitchen is stocked and thanks her for the weekend off. Another round of drinks on the back patio. This time I decide to join Carrie Anne in drinking tequila. Jacuzzi, more drinks, friendly conversation..... and naked people ensued. "Dean, this has been a wonderful start to the weekend. Carrie Anne showed you your bedroom but we're hoping you will join us tonight in our room." Carrie Anne and her bare C-cups gave me an embrace in the jacuzzi. teeth nibbled on my left earlobe. Chicago was still very fresh in my memory I was sure we'd revisit all that but now Carrie Anne seemed to be and I just wanted to know. 'Of course' was my answer. We soon decamped to their expansive bedroom. With all three of us naked and fresh drinks in hand, I really did not know what to expect. finally got my first truly unobstructed look at Carrie and her body was fabulous. Large breasts, thin waist, flared hips and smooth pussy was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen naked. Carrie Anne pulled back the covers and Andreas planted his hairy ass firmly in the middle. Carrie Anne quickly put her lips to his then motioned for me to join her My light brown hair spilled onto my shoulders I got on the mattress on the opposite side. Our mouths met on Andreas's black cock. We took turns with his head and shaft as our hands roamed over his legs and belly. Anne held him, lifting her face and kissing my lips. Our tongues tangled as we kissed for the first time then she broke the kiss to damn near swallow his cock. With Andreas hard, Carrie Anne straddled her husband. Her pussy slid down easily around his fat cock with her thighs outside his. She began to slowly rise and fall on his cock I watched from the side, my hand running up and down her back. She turned her gaze from Andreas to me, "straddle his thighs like I am. Watch me ride his cock." I was hard from sucking him and watching them fuck but I did as she instructed. My hands on her shoulders, I felt her rise and fall on him. This was my first time ever seeing two people fuck when one wasn't me. I could hear her cunt getting sloppy wet every time she dropped down on his cock and groin. Carrie Anne climbed off her husband and lay beside him. Her hand motioned for me to move between her parted thighs. I moved quickly to get on elbows and knees. Her fingers pulled her fat labia apart and my tongue quickly dove into her. Two fingers pushed into her cunt and finger-fucked my tongue licked and lapped her clit. Carrie Anne's right hand played with my hair and pushed me into her. I was lost in pussy when I felt the cool moist lube squirt on my ass. head tried to turn to look but her hand held my face in place. Andreas smeared the lube all over my anus a finger pushed the lube into me. Carrie Anne's thighs closed on my head all I could smell or taste was pussy. Shades of Chicago except now I was devouring the wet, fragrant pussy of the most beautiful woman I'd seen. Andreas's cock pushed into my hole. I moaned into the wetness that now coated my face. His hands gripped my hips and this time he was not as gentle. His long, thick black cock forcing itself into my sleeve. My tongue flashed furiously side-to-side over her elongated clit. Andreas's hard cock soon buried in my butt. His hairy groin rubbing tightly against my cheeks. was the middle of a quasi-spit roast of man and woman and my penis was throbbing and drooling seep. My tongue and fingers had Carrie Anne squirming on the sheets. I could taste her heat and was soon rewarded when her thighs vice-clamped my head as she came. Her crotch humped my tongue as she moaned and squealed through her orgasms. "Fuck him, Babe ... fuck this pretty white man," Carrie Anne was now encouraging her husband as I licked and swallowed her cum. ass was his. And his thick black cock was plowing my ass. A grunt I never heard between her thighs and I felt him shooting his load into my ass. He humped and rutted with short, hard thrusts I was soon filled with his semen. He pulled out and mercifully Carrie Anne gave me a handjob to get me off. I cummed hard and whimpered with the relief of release. Andreas climbed around me and french-kissed Carrie Anne as if I were not in the room. And so the weekend went ... sex, food, drink, pool ... and sex. Sunday morning had me taking Andreas's thick cock even as Carrie Anne lay beside still somewhat asleep. I slipped out of bed for my morning piss and to wash my face. It had been a satisfying Saturday night dreading getting on the plane back to chilly Chicago. As I returned to the bedroom Andreas pulled back the sheet and revealed his hard-on to me. I was amazed at his never-ending sex drive. learned to appreciate it now, but then ... dammit. Andreas scooted closer to the edge as I knelt beside him. Opening wide, I felt him slide his semi-stiff cock into my mouth. Lips closed around him, my tongue flashed against his shaft and head. My hands moved over his hairy thighs and belly as he grew thicker and harder in my mouth. I pushed forward to feel him poke the back of my mouth. Anne rolled onto her side and pressed against her husband's back. Her right hand draping over him to play with nipples. His hips scooted closer to the edge and I felt him trying to gain access to my throat. I gagged at first then tried to relax my muscles and brain as Carrie Anne had suggested to me yesterday over drinks by the pool. My lips pulled as he slow fucked my mouth. Her fingers pinched his nipples she rubbed her breasts against his back. Wetness began to trickle down my throat before his strong hand took the back of my head and forced himself into my throat. My breathing through nostrils became erratic at the sensation when he belched cum down my throat. I coughed and snot ran from my nose as his hand did not let go. To my gut, I could feel and taste and Andreas before he released my head and I fell backwards. The car took me to Miami International for my afternoon flight home. I was exhausted both mentally and physically yet I found myself wanting to stay with Andreas and Carrie Anne. Over the next four months, I made three more weekend trips to Miami. My carry-on became just a backpack as the Florida weather hotter and I learned I needed very few clothes. The fourth trip was in late July. In between each of the trips, I would video chat with primarily Carrie Anne but on occasion with Andreas too. As they grew comfortable with me, they began to lay out what their expectations were for me. What they would like from me - physically, mentally, sexually. They told me they understood their ask was not easy and that I should consider the change in my life very seriously before committing to them. I would move to Miami and live with them in their beautiful home. I would have my own room but would be expected to have a job. The three of us would collectively discuss changes to my life my appearance, but it was not a democracy. We would be a family give that impression to members in their inner circle. I would be their object, their sex toy to be used as they desire - even to be loaned out at times. And most importantly, Andreas had a very distinct image of how I would ultimately look. This would be done diet, exercise and surgical procedures. I took a mid-day flight from Chicago and Carrie Anne was waiting in the car. was dressed Miami-casual in linen pants, sandals and a sheer collared shirt with my long hair in a ponytail. made a stop at her nail place for my first ever mani-pedi. I had hoped for something subdued but a bright red was the color of the day for my fingers and toes. Then we stopped for latte's at a busy bistro. I was nervous and sure my nails garnered a few looks knew this was just the beginning if I agreed to their terms. Isabel greeted me with a hug when we got back home. We had gotten to know each other a bit with each of my visits. And I'm sure she had been let in on the possibility of me joining the household. took hold of my hands smiled at the pretty red color gracing my nails. I had thought she was shielded from the antics in the house during my first visit but I've learned with each visit that she is much more aware even if she does not take part physically. That Saturday night of my fourth weekend visit was my serious introduction their world, their family, their fuckery. It was dinner with another couple at their home a few miles north. It was a drinks with steaks by the pool kind of dinner in the sweltering Miami heat of Summer. Carrie Anne had bought me clothes to wear for the evening. Bright red speedo-type bikini (to match my nails, it seemed) under very tight white shorts and light blue tank top. I was going to put my hair in a bun or pony but Andreas told me to keep it down - to provide an illusion of androgyny. We had only been there long enough to pour drinks when Andreas told me to lose the shorts. The sight of Carrie Anne and their friend who was equally endowed already had my penis swelling in the red speedo's. I slipped the shorts off and it was obvious to all. After dinner, I found myself cornered by Raymond - our host. He was a handsome man in his late 50's. "I understand from Andreas you are a very oral young man, Dean." I looked for an exit but found myself a bit trapped by him. "Why don't you get on your knees and show me - it's the least you can do since you've been staring at my wife's tits all evening." He wasn't quite right but he certainly wasn't wrong. Expectations had been laid out to me and given it was just the five of us, I decided this was preplanned. I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his swimsuit before pulling it down to his ankles. In contrast to Andreas, Raymond was lightly haired and smooth in the groin. I took his black cock in hand and began to nibble and lick the veiny underside. Fortunately he was not nearly as thick as Andreas. I tongued his head before putting my mouth to him and taking his cock. My right hand played with his smooth balls as left hand stroked the lower half of his cock to get him hard. He didn't smell of musk like I have become accustomed but maybe it was the pool water. As I felt him erect, I began to bob my mouth up and down. My lips would meet my fingers wrapped around his root. He didn't last nearly as long and soon he was cumming on my tongue and the walls of my mouth. I swallowed and stood. "There you are, Dean ... Sheila and I were wondering where you got lost," Carrie Anne said with a wink. We swam and jacuzzi'd a bit longer before Andreas suggested we should be heading home. Thank you's, hugs and handshakes all around we slipped into the car to be taken home. As the car pulled away from the circular drive, Andreas took my hand and with a stern voice "strip off your clothes before you take another step. Let's all go inside and have a talk about the future." As soon as he released my hand, I pulled down my wet speedos and stripped off the tank. was something about the tone of his voice that made me move quickly. "That is a taste of what being loaned out means. To be dressed as you were then and naked before us now is what it means to be our object, our toy." Carrie Anne handed me a bottle of beer and the tumbler of whiskey to Andreas. Her drink is tequila on ice. "This is your fourth trip here and it seems we all get along quite nicely - both in and out of bed so to speak. We would like you to move to Miami as soon as you can make it happen, now is the time to ask questions of us." We talked for maybe an hour about specifics of my living and working there and my being their sex object and what some of the physical changes might entail. They had very precise answers for everything but the physical changes Andreas gave me some indication but he stated the vision was still a work in progress. "I am ready. My lease is month-to-month I only need a couple weeks in Chicago. I am nervous about your vision, but I am willing to put my body in your hands. You both have been wonderful to me and always open and honest. And....." looking around at the backyard and pool area, "I never dreamed of living in place anywhere near this beautiful." "Welcome, Dean, to our family. My wife will still be Carrie Anne but you will address me as Sir... no matter where we are or who we are with. " "Yes, Sir ... yes, Carrie Anne." With that settled, Sir slipped off his shorts and gripped his cock. I got to my knees and began to suck on the head. Carrie Anne stood up, slipped off her suit and went for a swim. Sirs cock quickly thickened and grew erect as I went down on him. My nostrils flared as he took my mouth with a sense of ownership. Up and down as Sir sipped his drink and watched his wife swim. Up and down as I sucked and snorted. And then he came in my mouth. Sir unloaded his cum onto my tongue and down my throat. I was now family to them. ####### That was five years ago. And when I look in the mirror, it seems like two lifetimes! Unrolling the stockings up my tanned legs and snapping the tops into the garter belt. Sliding the thong over the stockings then tugging between my cheeks. Situating my bitch-clit so it's not too obvious. The skirt that barely covers the tops of my stockings. The A-cup bra and silk blouse to cover my torso. My long hair - now more blonde than light brown when I first got to Florida - falls on my shoulders and down my back. And off to work I go on this Monday morning. My ride is a cute little convertible I bought with my own paychecks. Rachel greets me with a hello and air kisses to each cheek as I enter the store. "How much black cock did you get this weekend, you little bitch?" She asks with a giggle and smile. our Monday thing. Sometimes I tell her. The day at Femme Fatale is slow with few customers and my brain keeps slipping back to over the past five years ... I had only been living in Miami a few weeks when my transformation began. I began taking herbal hormones to take the sharp edges off my features. drugs made my brain feel a little like mush at first but soon had me being more docile in my day-to-day. Almost before I realized, my small breasts sprouted and Carrie Anne provided me with A-cup lace bras to wear under my tops. nipples became sensitive and Sir wasted no time exploiting this. He would tease, pinch, bite and pull on them during foreplay. Even Carrie Anne was not immune to harassing my nipples. She delighted in how quickly she could make my penis drool when she did. Even though I had always had a light beard, I was shaving first thing every morning to wipe away any appearance of beard stubble. A friend of Carrie Anne's came to the house and taught me how to style and take care of my hair to give it body and some days, almost curls. Over the next months, I learned to apply simple make-up. It was mostly to mask my maleness but also to make me more attractive to Sir. The dosage of the hormones and other drugs was slowly increased. My body began to change by adding curves and causing me to gain a bit of weight. This was all expected. trainer was hired for me and she soon had my heart and in the best shape of my life. And it had similar effects on my physical appearance. And my penis no longer seemed to get hard. One evening Carrie Anne was out with friends and Sir sent Isabel home shortly after cleaning up from dinner. He said we should have a drink in the library. was wearing only a blouse and cute little shorts didn't quite contain my ass cheeks. told me to put on some sexy heels and meet him for that drink. "Dance for me. Cagna ... like a stripper does. I'm sure you went to a few of those in Chicago." Sir had begun calling me Cagna, which means Bitch in Italian. He thought it sounded pretty, feminine and figured anyone that understood Italian would love the joke. I put on stiletto-like heels and slipped off my blouse to show the pretty lace bra against my small boobs. He put on some music and handed me a glass then sat back in the middle of the large leather couch I took a big gulp and began to move and grind. did know how strippers danced for tips but had never done so myself. I was a bit clumsy but also I knew I looked good for Sir. His hand rubbed at his crotch but he never freed himself as I danced. song ended and another began so I kept dancing before turning around and sitting on his lap. I lay back against his chest and rolled my ass over his cock. His left hand reached around and pushed under my bra to play with my booby. This went on through two more and by then I could feel the hard cock pressing my bottom. I stood up and took our glasses to refill them. I swayed as I walked, the heels making the backs of my legs look tight. I left my bra at the bar. Returning, I handed the glass to him and drank from mine then leaned over and unfastened his belt before lowering his fly. I got down on my knees between his feet and sucked his thick, long black cock. I pulled with my lips and licked with his tongue until he pushed me away. I quickly pushed down my shorts and panty and stood on the heels. stood up and I leapt into his arms, wrapping arms around his neck and legs around his waist. I could feel his jutting cock against my ass. We never kissed but his lips discovered my neck and earlobes. was drooling from my soft penis I was so turned on by Sir. For the first time, Sir laid me on my back on the leather couch and got between my legs He pushed the head of his cock into my anus and my back arched. He leaned over me and played on my nipples. His teeth nibbled and bit and I howled in pleasure and pain. He began to ram his cock deeper into my sleeve once the flared head past my ring. My legs wrapped around his lower back and ankles crossed. His face mashed to my boobs as his cock reamed my sleeve. His size hurt so damned bad yet I wanted him to fuck me like he never had. We were humping and grinding and my soft penis was rubbing on his abs as he fucked me. Short and hard aggressive ruts proceeded him dumping his load into my butt. Hot, steamy semen filled my hole and I moaned like the Cagna I had become for him. ###### The next year was more surgeries, recovery, weight loss, strength training and sex. As much as Sir enjoyed using me, it seemed the more feminine my appearance became, the more insatiable he was to use me. And the more he used me, the desirable I became to Carrie Anne. By the end of my second full year living in Miami, my cheekbones and Adam's apple had been shaved and midsection contoured all to give a feminine look. Carrie Anne suggested butt implants and Sir loved the idea. My peach now has a very ripe look to it and Sir says it feels great when we fuck. I began to see other black men at Sirs direction. They were typically business associates who became friends over years of dealings. Sir and Carrie Anne took to calling them dates. I have no idea what motivates them other than the power from whoring me out and often they would get photos or videos of the sex in return for me being used. When I took my fifth cock, Sir had an idea to commemorate. I found myself in a tattoo parlor getting a gold chain inked onto my skin just below the typical bikini line. Most of the time, it would only be seen when I'm naked. At this point, the score was two blowjobs, three fucks and one pussy. female artist told me this was a first for her. Sir was putting notches on the headboard, but in my case - it was done with ink on my skin. Three cocks with balls was inked along my lower back as this would be the typical view when getting fucked. Two cocks without balls were inked at my hip bones on the front as well as one pussy. Each was about one inch long. It was times like these when I questioned my decision making and my sanity Ink like this really did make me a Cagna. Three days after the last tattoo healed, I was the meat in the sandwich between Carrie Anne and Sir. His fingers played the painted cocks on my lower back .... saying each man's name as he touched it while fucking me. Carrie Anne on her back before me with my face buried in pussy. She had been coaching me to better my skills. Of course, coaching always meant an orgasm for Carrie Anne. And my limp penis would hang and drool underneath me. Sirs fat cock rammed into me as his fingers played on the ink. Each ram would force my nose into Carrie Anne's cunt. She was very wet from my tongue and fingers and the smell of her sex intoxicating. This has become my favorite position to please my family. Back and forth my body swayed between them. with the rhythm of Sirs fucking my bussy, my boy pussy, as he has taken to calling my asshole. Body aches as his girth takes me before he orgasms into my butt. He ruts at the end before soaking me with seed. And Carrie Anne sensing him, shakes and jerks her middle against my tongue. I lick feverishly and am rewarded with her on my tongue and lips. The last major surgery was the one I was most reluctant to undergo. Even though the surgeon said it was quite possible to reverse, it was the one that seemed the most severe. And this morning I am being wheeled into surgery. Some hours later, I groggily awake from surgery to feel Carrie Anne holding my hand. I look to her beautiful face and ask if it's done. "yes, Cagna, it's done. I blink a tear from my left eye and roll my face away from her. The surgery has some long medical name but Sir has already taken to calling it a "Bitch-Clit". Much like pre-op transgender women force their balls into the cavity in their groin, my scrotum now resides in that cavity. Much of the shaft of my penis was forced inside that cavity as well. A typical day will have only my mushroom crown visible. When aroused, I will sport one inch of dick shaft. I'm sure Sir has plans for this inch. The first time I saw myself in the mirror, I dropped to my knees. ###### For my birthday and Sir decided to throw me a party. Sir asked who I would like to invite. I thought that sweet of him. I have lived in Miami just over five years. I have been with far more people than I ever imagined I would in my life when I was in Chicago. I've traveled all over the World with my family and met so many amazing people. This evening, four black men, two black women, Sir and Carrie Anne have gathered to share my birthday. And to share me. Carrie Anne escorts me to the party on the patio. My blonde hair is nearly down to my waist. I'm only wearing a linen ankle-length white skirt and four-inch heels that strap around my ankles. Small boobs with enhanced pert nipples herald my entrance. Each of my invited guests softly clap when they see me and Sir kisses my left cheek. They spontaneously burst into singing Happy Birthday. When they finish, I untie my skirt and let it fall to ground. Naked with four-inch heels is how I will spend the evening. Lenny, who I've not seen in a couple years, is the first to kiss my cheek and wish me a personal happy birthday. His fingers dance along the chain of cocks across my back, "seems you've been busy, Cagna." He's not been wrong as nearly every 'charm' slot has been inked by cock or pussy. One-by-one I get birthday greetings as I make my way to everyone. One gropes my ass while one of the ladies diddles my bitch-clit the entire time we are talking. Candles are blown out and the cake is served earlier than usual as we all know, I'm really the dessert that brought everyone here. I grab Lenny's hand and lead him to the tent bungalow that Sir has had erected at the far end of the pool. There is privacy only given by the tent and a bit of distance, else the participants inside will be heard by the party. I give him a big warm hug and whisper in his ear, "what's your pleasure, Lenny?" He tells me I know what he likes and I put his index finger on one of the cock without balls tattoos in the hollow of my groin. My hands slip his shorts and underwear down around his ankles. He takes a seat and I help him out of his shorts. On my knees, my tongue licks his large black cock. My hands move over his thighs and he spreads them a little wider for me. Mouth takes the head and I begin to blow him. I always liked Lenny but also picked him first as I knew he'd want me to blow him and he never lasted long. Up and down, my lips slide along his firm shaft. Hands play over his balls as lips suckle and drag. Lenny leans back in the chair and feels my tongue work magic on his cock. force a bit of spit out of my lips and let it run down his only to hoover it back up as I take him again into my mouth. Up and down and then I hear him softly moan and I taste his cum. He spurts two small shots into my mouth and I swallow him easily. He's such a Prince. Sir knows each of their preferences hands me a flute of champagne to clear the taste. One woman - the one who diddled me at hello - wants me to hump her pussy with my bitch-clit. We roll and squirm on the bed with my two inches rubbing on her clit and labia until she tells me to go down on her. Already wet from our humping, pleasure her with tongue and fingers until she cries out with an orgasm that splashes my face. She is barely recovering when her husband walks into the tent and playfully slaps my ass. The lady makes her way out as I take his cock in my mouth to get him hard. liberal squirt of lube and he's burying his long cock into my bussy. I'm just bent over and feeling him take me from behind. In and out, riding his long cock in and out of my sleeve. He shoots his load in my butt. By the time I've rejoined the party area and taking the flute from Carrie Anne, the back of my thighs are feeling his semen down my bare skin. A cock in my bussy and my face in a hairy cunt and I've serviced everyone but the man whose cock rivals Sir. And sloppy thirds do not bother him either. always enjoyed my time with him. He's a nasty man and a good fuck. I walk with him arm-in-arm to the tent. butt is sore, my tongue is tired and my walk is a bit wobbly but he leads me like a Gentleman. Once inside the tent, he grabs me and kisses me hard on the mouth. the only one to kiss me. His tongue tangles with mine as he grinds against my bitch-clit. "I know you don't need any lube by now, Cagna. Get on the bed - you know how I want you." I touch my lips as if I can feel his kiss. Even sex toys and objects enjoy the physical connection. He takes off his shirt, pants and undies and gets behind me. His massive black cock is already hard and I feel the wide head pushing my hole. I cry out when he jabs his cock into me. I'm certainly much looser than when the night started and definitely wet, but fuck, he's just so thick. His hands grip my hips and somewhere the memory of my first night in Chicago with Sir bubbles to the top of my thoughts. I push back and roll my hips. He pushes deeper and feels my ring tug at his shaft as we begin to fuck. His black cock slides into me, his cock nearly pulls free of me as we find that beautiful rhythm. Bitch-clit is drooling under me as this sexy man fucks me. "Come on, Baby ... this bitch has been waiting for you all night. I've been wanting your cock in me... I've kept you for last.... I've wanted the your best cock fucking me ." He slams and I cry out. He slams harder and I moan out loud. thrust has his groin slamming my ass and I swear he's gonna tear me apart before we're done. "oh fuck, oh yes, oh baby ... give it me.... fuck my bussy with your black cock! That's it...fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck me as if you want to own me.... make me want to be owned by you too... I want you to fuck me harder that you ever have before.. Fuck me as if you want to impregnate me with your babies.... cum as deep in me as you can.... I love to feel your massive black cock in me... and feeling your cock pulsing its cum deep in my cunt!" And he does. He fucks me like I'm raw and his fat cock explodes inside my bowels. He paints me with thick, sticky cream as we both pant and moan. I rejoin the party without my heels. I can barely walk and the third man's load leaks from my hole. Applause breaks out from all the other guests.... my naked used body on full display for them. Sir and Carrie Anne give me a huge hug in their arms, congratulating me on a well-deserved birthday. Everyone knows that I have truly accepted my place in the family- and that I look forward to being used by any and all black men and their cocks, as well as providing service to black pussies for their pleasure and enjoyment of using an owned white sex object and toy for them all.     Posted on : Feb 21, 2025     Add Comment