Some would call it a mid-life crisis… although I’m only thirty-five and hopefully I haven’t reached the midpoint of my life yet.
Some would call me a faggot… although I love eating pussy and fucking my wife.
Some would call it curiosity… although I did some of this in my younger days.
I didn’t know what I wanted to call it other than a growing obsession… but I’ll get to that in a bit.
In most ways I’m a stereotypical male in my mid-thirties. I’m five foot nine, brown hair, blue eyes and a bit chubby… but not fat. I work an interesting nine to five job as an analyst, which gives me lots of time for thinking. I’m great at math and would be considered a geek by most who know me: I love board games, computer games, comics and anything sci-fi. Yet I counter that geek list with a love of sports… just as a spectator; I’m not a jock.
Like I said, I’m a pretty typical man in love with a beautiful woman who’s years younger than I, who has long red hair, green eyes and an amazing body in her five foot six frame. She’s a spitfire in the bedroom and willing to try most things… and is also quite submissive.
Although I’m dominant in the bedroom with her, and I relish that role, there’s another side of me I’d kept squashed for the past dozen years… a side of me I’d been completely ashamed of… my submissive side combined with my attraction to cock, kind of a package deal.
Now unlike some stories of mid-life crises where a guy watches porn and suddenly becomes intrigued by cock… or someone who’s watched hypno videos and is subconsciously coerced into becoming a cock sucker… I’d always been intrigued by cock. I mean I’m also intrigued by tits, pussy, shapely legs and a curvy ass… but cock had always intrigued me as well.
I mean there are so many unique qualities to a cock… I suppose there are as well for a pussy, but a cock is the ultimate sexual organ… at least it is to me. It is simplicity itself to understand its psychology: arouse it and it gets hard. It’s great to look at: a long hard shaft just begs for attention. A tasty treat: male cum is a lot heartier and tastier than the watery female variety.
And although I had no interest in men, no sexual attraction at all, I was drawn to their cocks. In my early twenties I experimented with a few. Got sucked by some, men definitely being better cock suckers than woman (just like I imagine women would have to be better pussy lickers… it’s just common sense that the same sex would understand the pleasures of their own unique private parts)… and I’d sucked a few. I never fucked a guy, nor did I ever get fucked. Although I was curious what it would feel like, back when I’d been experimenting I had been too nervous to try it out.
The first time I sucked cock I’d been chatting online in a sex chat room. I used the name BiGuy4Fun at the time. I got talking to someone who called himself BigUKC or sometimes BigCUK. I never learned his real name or why he’d picked those handles. It turned out he was inexperienced and curious too, and he didn’t live far away. We agreed I would pick him up in my car and we’d experiment.
Twenty minutes later I was parked on a dark street a block away from his house waiting for him. Suddenly he appeared, knocked on my window and got in the passenger seat. It was nighttime and we drove around aimlessly until we found a car park at a restaurant that had closed for the night. I parked behind the building.
We both took out our cocks and started to stroke ourselves to hardness. The nighttime light was dim but we could see each other reasonably well. I was as nervous and excited as I’d been the first time I was with a girl: the anticipation was enthralling, the taboo of it stimulating, and yet the fact I was possibly about to have gay sex made me question myself… my dad was old school (a euphemism for fucking bigoted) and thought fags should burn in Hell… which was why I had resisted the curiosity that had been bugging me from when I was in high school until I was twenty-three.
So when my unidentified new friend eventually asked if he could touch mine and I said yes, he started to stroke me.
It felt nice and after a minute I asked if I could stroke him too. His cock felt so hard. It was about seven inches and I soon wanted to try and suck it. Reality was I had been curious about this for years and it was really now or never, but I still couldn’t make myself ask. As I was struggling with this immobility, without asking permission he leaned down and just took mine in his mouth. (I’m not complaining.) I groaned as he bobbed on my cock.
Now that he’d broken the ice, after a couple more minutes I was able to summon enough courage to ask if I could suck him and then I leaned across the seat awkwardly, almost tangling myself in the steering wheel, and took him in my mouth. I had watched a lot of oral porn, I had read a lot of written porn, and yet nothing can possibly prepare you for your first time having a real flesh and blood, pulsing, warm, and eventually spurting cock in your mouth.
It was a strange feeling, partly because it felt so natural when I wasn’t expecting it to. I wrapped my lips around it and bobbed, only taking two or three inches in my mouth.
For a good ten minutes we took turns sucking each other, yet each time he sucked me all I could think about was how long before I could take his cock back in my mouth.
I just loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth, and now of course, I wanted to taste his cum. The fourth time it was my turn to suck him we were going faster and I was taking more of him in my mouth, he warned me if I kept it up he was going to come. That’s what I wanted so I bobbed faster, dying to taste that first load.
I wanted his cum more than I could recall wanting anything in a long time!
A good thirty seconds later I got what I wanted as he groaned and spewed his load in my mouth. I was no longer a virgin cock sucker!
I kept bobbing, swallowing his whole load like a good cock sucker, enjoying taking it all and only wishing I could have savoured the taste more… most of it had shot down my throat rather quickly.
Once done, he finished me off too, also swallowing my load, and I dropped him back off near his home. We met a few more times, both of us swallowing each time.
I hooked up with two more guys, both of them tops who wouldn’t suck me off, which oddly I preferred. I knelt before them and sucked their cocks. Although I had enjoyed the car sex and felt satisfied afterwards and considered it a perfectly good introduction to cock sucking, I found I preferred just being a cock sucker. I even got my first facial at a guy’s house. I felt so dirty taking a hot load of cum on my face, and also a little ashamed, yet my cock raged and the memory of the exultation I’d felt outlived the shame.
One of the tops said he would fuck me in the ass one day, but it never happened, and then I met Susan and I quit cold turkey. I’m not going to lie, it’s been twelve years or so, and I still crave cock.
Lately when I watch porn it’s always oral porn where I imagine I’m the girl.
When I browse Tumblr it’s almost exclusively sissy pictures or gifs.
When I read porn it’s usually about straight guys sucking cock or guys crossdressing.
And because of Tumblr, which I have been obsessed with the past few months, checking it regularly every couple of hours even at work, I’ve recently become intrigued by black cock. I should note it isn’t about the race thing, it’s just that most blacks seem to be tops (although I’m sure some must be bottoms too) and there is just something about a black cock, something majestic, something captivating.
The sissy gifs and captions also led me to revisiting something else I had done often in the past but not for years: crossdressing. As a teenager I’d often worn my mom’s recently used panties, feeling her wetness on my cock and balls a major turn-on, the fantasy of being with my mother something I never got to live out, God rest her soul.
In college I often wore panties, always pink ones, and pantyhose under my jeans (never openly of course), getting a kick out of my secret sissy attire, but I stopped doing that as well once I met my wife.
My wife knows of my gay-ish past, and I know of her wild past (she fucked a black guy once and loved it, for example), but we both let our wild youth go when we got married. We haven’t really hidden anything from each other, but our reveals have always tended more towards generalities than specifics. Yet I wonder if like me, my wife ever fantasizes about her past. She is naturally submissive to me in the bedroom and we have a good sex life, albeit less frequently than we used to, but I sometimes wonder what it would be like if we could get our teen and college selves together and go a bit crazy.
So there! That’s all the background you need, and likely even more than you wanted. Long story short, I have recently become addicted to Tumblr porn, hypno sissy videos and have now begun wearing panties and pantyhose under my clothes again at work (then changing out of them in the garage before going into the house). I’ve also recently begun on occasion wearing a butt plug to work too… a recommendation from a sissy video I felt compelled to obey (yeah, I get the irony, but it turns me on, so I’m going with it).
Then Susan found my pantyhose and panties hidden in the garage.
“What is this?” she asked angrily, storming into my home office.
“What?” I asked, before turning around from facing the wall and seeing the bag of feminine items I’d hidden behind my toolbox. How had she found it?
“This collection of panties and pantyhose and whatever the hell this is,” she said, displaying the butt plug in her hand.
My face burned red as I said, “It’s not what you think.”
“My first thought was that you’re cheating on me, and this evidence strongly suggests that you are; are you telling me you’re not?” she demanded.
“No, never.”
“Then what is it?” she demanded again, “and it’d better be good!”
“Those are panties, pantyhose, and the thing in your hand is a butt plug,” I answered, before adding, shame coursing through me, “They’re not for someone else, they’re for me.”
“Oh!” she said, looking at me with a mixture of thank God and something else I couldn’t read. After a silence that seemed to last an eternity and yet was likely fifteen seconds as I tried to find words to explain further but came up empty, she asked, “So you’re gay?”
She asked it as a question, but it was more like wanting a confirmation to her own assumption.
I protested, “No, no, no. I love you, I don’t find guys attractive at all.”
“I’m confused,” she said, looking confused.
“I don’t like guys, it’s just I…” I began and paused, worried my next words would sound maybe worse than being gay.
“What?” she asked. “Tell me, I want to understand.”
I just blurted out the truth, throwing the words out there, not knowing how they would be taken or the consequences that might follow, “I just like dicks. I’m obsessed by them.”
She said a single word, “Oh!”
She again remained silent for an eternity.
She then said, it being her turn to surprise me, “Well, I guess that explains the porn I found on your computer.”
“Oh, God,” I sighed, my laptop full of hypno sissy videos, sissy and gay erotica, and literally thousands of Tumblr gifs about how to become a sissy.
“So you want to be a girl?” she finally asked after another long pause to process this new avenue of thought.
Deciding there was no reason to lie, it was all out there already, “Sometimes.”
“You want to dress as a girl?” she asked.
“Sometimes.”
“You think a lot about sucking cock?” she asked, using a naughtier word than she usually did.
“Sometimes,” I answered, feeling smaller and smaller with each question and repetitive answer as I watched my manly image fading in her eyes.
“How often?”
“I don’t know,” I lied.
“Don’t give me that, answer me!” she demanded in a tone I’d only heard her use twice, both times during fights, which happened extremely rarely, thank God.
“Often.”
“How often?” she repeated the question, more gently.
“Daily,” I finally admitted, figuring this was likely the end of our marriage.
“Do you wear these panties and pantyhose out in public?”
“Lately I have,” I nodded, struggling to read my wife. She was still showing hints of anger, but she seemed more to be curious, as if trying to process all she was learning about me, which I guess she was.
“Do you want to be fucked in the ass?” she asked.
“Mostly I fantasize about sucking cock or crossdressing, but on occasion the idea of getting ass fucked pops up,” I admitted then added, deciding to be a hundred percent honest, “lately it’s been more often.”
“Any cock, or black cock?” she asked.
This surprised me until she explained her thought, “Most of your hypno porn is about black cock.”
“Oh,” it was my turn to say, wondering how much she had watched and read on my laptop.
She added, “I never knew such videos or even the concepts existed, but one you bookmarked has over 300,000 views, so you can’t be the only one.” She then added joking for the first time in this… confrontation? discussion? soul-baring?… or at least she seemed to be joking, “Unless you’ve watched it that many times.”
“No,” I said, before admitting with an awkward, shameful smile, “a couple hundred, tops.”
She then repeated the question, “So do you want just any cock, or black cock?”
“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” I said, happy she was still here with me.
“Me neither,” she said, but added, “yet, here we are. Don’t worry, if you were lying about the cheating and this sissy stuff and all the rest were just a smoke screen, you couldn’t have made up all this detail on the spot, and I wouldn’t have found what you weren’t expecting me to find in your computer. So I’m over my mad and there’s no way I’m leaving you, I just love you and want to know.” After a pause, she asked again, “So?”
“I mostly crave black cock,” I admitted.
“Why?”
“It’s just…” I paused, this again making me sound really gay.
“Go on,” she said and reminded me, “remember I’m no stranger to sucking and being fucked by big black cock. Not recently, but still.”
I couldn’t believe she’d used those words to describe it. I’d never felt insecure about her sexual past until this moment. Suddenly I wondered if I’d ever been enough for her. I didn’t ask her though, this was still about my kinks not hers, so I just admitted my truth, “Black cocks just seem more visually appealing. I can’t explain it, but I’m drawn to them.”
“Oh, I understand,” she said, her tone full of meaning, but she didn’t elaborate.
“You do?” I asked; she was taking this way better than I could have ever imagined.
“Black cock is almost irresistible,” Susan said, as if reminiscing about ‘the good old days’ when she’d been fucked by them.
There was a lengthy pause, as I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
“Do you want to be pegged?” she asked suddenly, a term I didn’t even fathom she knew existed.
“You’d peg me?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I love you and I want you to be sexually happy, but…”
“I know,” I said, although I really didn’t know since I didn’t know what else she was going to say.
“I’m not sure I can do that,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Fantasy is sometimes just that.”
“But I can do this,” she said brightly, dropping to her knees and fishing out my cock.
I couldn’t believe this encounter had started with my wife discovering my contraband bag of feminine toys and was finishing with a blow job.
That night ended up being our most amazing sex in a long time. She sucked me; I went down on her; I fucked her to multiple orgasms before coming on her face.
As she lay there wiping my load from her eyes so she could open them she asked, “So do you want facials like this one?”
I shrugged, “I had one years ago.”
“Want another one?” she asked.
“In a perfect world,” I said.
“Well, how about this?” she asked, scooping a big wad off her cheek and carrying it to my mouth.
I opened and without any hesitation sucked my own cum off her fingers.
“Wow!” she said.
“What?” I asked, when she pulled her fingers out of my mouth.
“I never thought you’d eat your own cum,” she said.
I leaned forward and licked my cum off her chin.
“That tickles.”
“Sorry,” I said, scooping some cum from under her eye and eating it.
“No worries,” she said, as she got off the bed.
Things went back to normal for the next few days… until Halloween. I arrived home after work and was surprised to find her already in her costume: she was a super-hot Daphne from Scooby Doo with the purple one-piece blouse and skirt, and pink thigh high stockings… which were completely in view because she was wearing the sluttiest Daphne outfit ever. She didn’t even have to wear a wig, as her red hair and green eyes made her a Daphne ringer.
Every year we did couple costumes, and every year she choose them and surprised me on Halloween evening. Last year we were Wilma and Fred; another year it was Snow White and her Prince; another year we were Marge and Homer Simpson. She was always very creative, and I was dying to know what she had in mind for this year.
I asked, “Am I Fred?”
“Nope,” she said, with a mischievous smile.
“Shaggy?”
“Nope,” she repeated.
“Scooby?”
“Nope,” she said, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom.
I seriously had no idea who I could be until she led me into the bedroom and I saw a Velma costume laid out on the bed. “Oh!” I said.
“You wanted to cross dress,” she pointed out.
“True,” I nodded.
“Get undressed, then,” she ordered.
“I love those words,” I joked.
“I’m going to make you into the sexiest Velma ever,” she said.
“Hotter than Linda Cardellini?” I questioned, thinking she’d been so hot as Velma.
“Hopefully,” she said, “now get naked.”
“Yes, ma’am, hopping right to it,” I hopped, getting naked.
I soon learned the costume wasn’t the only surprise. She handed me a padded bra and said, “Put this on.”
“I’ll have bigger tits than you,” I joked.
“Tonight I’m going to slut you up,” she smiled, as I pulled it into place over my head.
“Oh my,” I said, as my cock flinched.
She put the orange shirt on me… and it was tight, making it look like I had huge tits.
I looked in the mirror and saw myself with big tits and my cock still showing and joked, “I’m a shemale!”
She laughed, “No, you’re a drag queen and you’re my drag queen. Come into the bathroom.”
“Okay,” I said, as I followed her into our bathroom.
There was a razor and shaving cream set out and waiting for us.
“You’re going to shave me?” I asked unnecessarily; why else would she have a razor and shaving cream set out? She was already dressed.
“I’m making you look as feminine as possible,” she said.
“Oh,” I said, excited on the one hand, feeling very unmanly on the other, still shocked that my wife wasn’t put off by my fantasy to cross dress.
“Now sit down on the toilet and lift a leg up,” she ordered.
“Okay,” I obeyed.
“And don’t move if you don’t want to see blood,” she warned.
“I won’t,” I said, as she knelt down beside me.And for ten minutes she shaved my legs. It felt so weird, yet I remained hard the entire time.
Once done, she gave my cock a quick jerk and ordered, “Stay.”
“Woof,” I joked.
“Interesting choice of language. In fact, you may be getting it Rockygy style tonight,” she teased before she bustled out of the bathroom.
Was she going to peg me tonight? Had she bought a strap-on? Fuck, was I horny.
She returned with a pair of orange thigh high stockings, a colour I didn’t know existed, and dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Are you dressing me?” I asked.
“Yep, you’re my Barbie Bitch,” she informed me wickedly as I sat on the edge of the tub and watched my hot wife roll hot nylon stockings up my sexy shaved legs.
“In a crossdressing world,” I sang awkwardly.
“The following is a public service announcement: you are not allowed to sing,” she said.
“Fair enough,” I nodded.
Feeling ‘my’ nylons slide up my legs felt really nice and made me feel sultry, sexy and feminine.
She then leaned down and sucked my cock for a few seconds before standing up and ordering me, “Come back to the bedroom.”
“Yes, I probably should get some underwear on and a skirt,” I joked.
“Or a thong at least,” she said, leaving the bathroom.
I followed her back to the bedroom and watched as she went to the bed and grabbed a pink thong I hadn’t noticed before. She handed it to me and said, “Put this on.”
She then grabbed the red skirt. A skirt I realized was very short and, like her skirt, would display my thigh highs completely. “And this,” she added.
I did the skirt.
“All right,” she said, grabbing the wig. She put it on and assessed, “Almost perfect.”
“Almost?” I asked.
“Bathroom again,” she ordered.
I followed her back in and watched her as she applied eye liner and ruby red lipstick on me. Not garishly she explained, like a guy dressing like a girl for Halloween, but properly, as if I were a real girl going out clubbing and wanted to look my sexy best. Then some blush and perfume.
“There,” she said happily as she looked me over.
I turned around to the mirror and gasped, “Holy shit.”
“I know, you look adorable.”
“If I didn’t have an Adam’s apple,” I said.
“Agreed,” she nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“A costume party.”
“Where?” I repeated.
“For me to know and you to walk into blindly,” she winked, as she added a finishing touch, “Your heels are in the living room.”
“I have heels?”
“And they match your skirt,” she said, as she slipped into her four-inch blue heels.
“Well, they’d better,” I joked, “a girl doesn’t want to go out in mismatched apparel after all,” as I went to put on my heels… which, by the way, I had worn a lot back in high school when I wore my mom’s lingerie.
I put them on and joked, “They fit.”
“Of course they do,” she said, as we went to the car.
Twenty minutes later, after she’d refused to tell me where we were going a dozen times, we pulled up to a club called The Dark End. I asked, “Why here?”
“It’s the perfect place.”
“For what?”
“You’ll see,” she replied mysteriously, teasingly, all sing song.
“Why am I worried?” I asked.
She shrugged, “Because you should be. But I’m doing this all for you and you’ll thank me later.” She then got out of the car and so did I.
She took my hand and we headed into the club.
At the door my wife paid the cover, fifty bucks, which I thought was crazy steep, and we walked into the club, two hot girls, hand in hand.
“Oh my,” I said, as I perused the club.
“Like?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly, as I looked around to see there were a lot of black men here.
“I think you’ll love it here,” she added, as I started checking out Adam’s apples and realized my wife was possibly the only real girl here, although there were lots of gorgeous girls who shared my gender.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, as I saw a pair of legs sticking out from under a table where two black men were sitting.
“Today is your hall pass,” she said.
“Seriously?”
“What happens at the Dark End stays at the Dark End,” she promised.
“You sure?” I asked again, not able to believe she was implying I could suck some black cock here.
“I insist,” she said. “I want to make your fantasy come true.”
“What about yours?” I asked.
“You can turn me loose some other day,” she said, slapping my ass and leading me to a reserved table for four.
“You reserved a table?” I asked.
“Obviously,” she said, as I looked across from me and saw a white older man wearing a short Cinderella dress crawling across the floor with a collar around his neck and a leash attached, being held by a large black man in a pirate costume.
A waiter in a bow tie and a pair of bowtie boxers asked us what we wanted for drinks. My wife ordered for us, ordering me a cosmopolitan… the girliest drink in the world.
“Ever see a guy get fucked in person?” Susan asked.
“Just in porn,” I said.
“Look over there,” she pointed to the dance floor.
“Oh my,” I said, as a chubby white man in a prisoner outfit was bent over a waist-high cubic box and being fucked hard by a skinny black man dressed as a zombie.
“He’s really drilling that bitch,” Susan said.
“Is that turning you on?”
“A little,” she admitted as she watched.
Curious, I asked the question I couldn’t have fathomed asking before this past surreal week, “Are you saying you want to see me get fucked?”
She looked me in the eye and said, “Honestly I don’t know yet; but I do know I want to see you at least with a mouthful of black dick.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped, stunned to the core.
“If you do manage to get a big black cock in your girly ass I imagine you’ll be screaming exactly that,” she purred, giving my cock a squeeze.
The waiter returned with our drinks, and a minute later two black men both dressed as Black Panther characters joined us, one of them sitting beside each of us.
“Hey ladies,” the guy beside my wife greeted.
“Hi,” Susan smiled.
“Can we get you two another drink?” he asked.
“Sure,” Susan agreed, even though neither of us had even touched our first drinks.
The guy waved to the waiter and then said, “I’m Markus, and my friend there is Bex.”
“I’m Daphne,” my wife said, “and this is Velma.”
“I see,” Markus said, before asking, “So what brings you two here tonight?”
“My sissy husband wants to suck some big black cock,” my wife answered as I was taking a sip of my drink and then choked at her blunt honesty.
“Does he now?” Bex said, examining me up and down.
Susan explained, “I found a bunch of panties, pantyhose and butt plugs in the garage, and then found thousands of Tumblr sissy pics and black cock hypno videos, so I figured I may as well make his fantasy into a reality.”
“Butt plugs?” Markus asked me.
“Just one,” I whispered, shame burning through me even though my cock was as hard as a rock.
“So you want to upgrade to a real person’s cock in that pussy of yours?” Markus asked me.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“She’s shy,” Susan explained.
“Maybe she needs to see a black cock up close and personal,” Bex suggested.
“I think you’re right,” Susan agreed, before ordering me, “Take out his cock, slut.”
Being called a ‘sissy’ earlier and now a ‘slut’, and especially by Susan, stirred mixed emotions in me. On the one hand I was worried I’d lost her respect; I mean I’d thought the crossdressing was a kinky idea of hers and that perhaps she was going to peg me… but now her words sounded rather ominous, especially since she’d admitted she didn’t know how she’d feel about watching me get butt fucked. On the other hand, this was my ultimate fantasy, and knowing my wife had set it up and was here to support me felt amazing.
I pulled Bex’s cock out from under the thin fabric and stared at it. It wasn’t hard, but it was big, even while flaccid. God, I wanted it in my mouth.
Susan leaned over to assess his cock and instructed, “Don’t just stare at it, sissy. Get it hard.”
I still couldn’t believe my submissive wife’s dominant words, but I didn’t argue as I began to stroke it to life.
“Jesus Christ girl,” she sighed dramatically. “Cock suckers don’t stroke a cock, they suck it.” She pushed my head down towards the cock.
Admittedly I desperately wanted to suck that cock, but we were in a club full of people. A club where it was unlikely I would know anyone, but still. Yet, with my face inches away from this black cock and my wife’s hand shoving my head, I did what I craved to do: I took the big black cock in my mouth.
“There ya go, sissy, show that BBC why you were born,” my wife encouraged me. It was then I realized, or deduced, she must have at least skimmed, or even read, quite a few of my saved sissy gifs.
“That’s hot,” Markus said, as I began to make his friend’s cock in my mouth harden. I realized as I felt it growing that I’d never sucked a cock before it was already stiff. Feeling it harden because of my mouth really added to the moment. It was my mouth getting him hard! The fact my wife’s hand was still on my head making sure, I guess, I wasn’t going to stop because she wanted me to do this, added even more heat to the experience.
“That’s it, faggot,” Bex said, a term I didn’t like, being more derogatory than sissy or cock sucker, although I don’t know why I thought this was so. “Get it nice and hard.”
I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to feel this chocolate wonder getting completely hard in my mouth. Once it was completely erect and had grown to easily over eight inches and thick, I began bobbing. The good news is that sucking cock is like riding a bike: no matter how long you stay away, you don’t ever forget how. That said, this cock stretched my mouth wider than any of the cocks I’d sucked all those years ago and it was slightly longer.
“That’s it sissy, worship that black cock,” Susan ordered, “show him why you’d rather suck his dick than eat my cunt.”
“I can help you with that,” Markus offered, his tone smooth.
My eyes went wide as she refused the generous offer, “Not tonight, thanks. Tonight is all about my sissy.”
“The Pit would love you,” Markus said.
“And I would love The Pit,” Susan replied, speaking a language that made no sense to me.
“Yeah, and you could send your sissy next door to The Dark Side and we could entertain her there while you get your own freak on,” Bex offered.
“A generous offer, but my sissy and I haven’t even talked about my fantasies yet,” Susan explained, as I kept sucking, listening to the strange conversation and concluding The Pit must be a bar for white women to suck and be fucked by black cock, and The Dark Side must be for people like me to do the same. It then occurred to me she was right, we hadn’t ever talked about her fantasies, at least not in any depth. I then realized how selfish I was being. Was her fantasy black cock? An orgy? A lesbian encounter? I then realized these were my fantasies for her I and cursed myself. I would have to ask her how I could make her fantasies come true, and soon.
“Have you talked about watching your sissy get spit-roasted?” Markus asked.
“Not in those terms,” Susan said, and added, “but tonight he has free reign to be a complete submissive sissy slut for black cock, so if you want to spit roast him and take his anal cherry and he doesn’t run screaming out the door at the idea, I imagine all you have to do is take it.”
I couldn’t believe my wife was offering my ass to a black stranger. I also couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to feel what it felt like to be spit-roasted. I knew that running out the door wasn’t in my immediate future, although screaming likely was.
Susan then asked, “Cock sucking sissy Velma, do you want Markus here to take your virginity?”
I quit bobbing on the cock in my mouth and answered with lust dictating every word I said, “God, yes.”
“God, yes, what?” Susan questioned.
“God, yes, I want Markus to shove his big black prick in my cunt while I suck Bex’s massive black snake,” I said, using words I had read many, many times… as I became the main character in my own erotic story.
“Main floor?” Markus asked.
“Definitely,” Bex agreed, pointing to his cock for me to resume sucking.
Susan asked, “Are you going to fuck my sissy on the dance floor?”
“Is that okay?” Markus asked.
“Sure,” Susan agreed, as if she were my pimp and could have me do whatever she wished, although no cash transaction was involved, “but I would like one thing in return.”
I was curious what that was.
“Anything,” Markus offered.
“Are there any lez sluts here who will go down on me while I watch?”
“I’m sure we can find you one,” Markus said.
“Is that okay, sissy?” Susan asked. “Do you mind if some dyke munches on my cunt while you get spit-roasted by two big, black cocks?”
I sat up and looked her in the eye, letting her know she had all the power, “Yes Mistress, you can have anything you want, anything at all.”
“Good, sissy,” Susan nodded, as both Markus and Bex stood up. Markus’s cock was out and already hard. I wondered if Susan had been stroking it. Markus’s cock was longer than Bex’s, easily nine inches, but thankfully thinner.
“Come with us, sissy,” Markus ordered.
Susan added, “Follow your masters.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed, following these two big cocked black men. My own cock was equally as hard as theirs, but smaller.
As soon as I stood up from under the table, she ordered, “Knees.”
I obeyed, more humiliation coursing through me as I looked around and saw the club had gotten much busier.
“Crawl behind your masters like a good sissy,” my wife ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered weakly, as I began to crawl towards the dance floor where some people were dancing to some terrible bass-driven song.
Bex was sitting on the dance box, which was about the height of a chair bottom, his cock still out and ready. I crawled over to him and found I was at the perfect height to take it in my mouth.
“Sissies and gentlemen, it’s spit-roast time,” a male broadcast-quality voice declared through a microphone. Hoots, hollers and clapping echoed around me as I realized I was about to get ass fucked for the first time in front of over a hundred strangers.
“I brought along some lube,” my wife offered, appearing out of nowhere as I looked back and saw Markus advancing behind me, lance at the ready. “It’s his first time and all.”
“Lube her up, Daphne,” Markus ordered my wife.
I watched as my pretty redhaired wife flipped up my flimsy excuse for a skirt, pulled down my thong and poured lube on my ass. She then surprised me yet again as she slid a finger inside my ass and wiggled it around. She then added, playing to the crowd, “Shit, she’s so tight.”
“Not for long,” Markus declared, which got more hoots and hollers.
“Here’s your dyke, ma’am,” said a guy I hadn’t yet seen, who was followed by a black woman in her forties with huge tits and wearing a nurse’s outfit, who then dropped to her knees and crawled a few yards to my wife.
“She’s cute,” my wife approved.
“May I lick your cunt, Mistress?” the black woman asked submissively.
My wife replied, “Absolutely! But in just a minute.”
The black woman knelt at my wife’s feet as Markus ordered Susan, “Put my dick in your sissy’s ass.”
“Don’t you mean her cunt?” my wife asked, as she grabbed his big long cock.
“That’s right, her cunt,” he corrected himself, as my wife positioned his prick at my ass, or rather at my cunt.
“Do you want this big black cock in your cunt, sissy?” my wife asked, as she rubbed the cock up and down my ass cheeks.
I didn’t care who was watching anymore, I didn’t care what I was called, I only cared about getting ass fucked. I answered, “Yes, Mistress, I want that big, black cock deep in my cunt while I suck another black cock like the sissy faggot slut that I am.” There! I’d even called myself a faggot in front of a hundred people. I was on board for this!
“And, my dear sissy spouse, do I have your approval to use this slutty hot lesbian to get me off while I watch you become a bimbo fuck slut for black cock?” she requested formally.
I knew she was talking nasty because it turned me on, but she was also slyly asking my permission to get her pussy licked. I nodded, “You may use any slut you wish, Mistress.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she positioned the cock at my butt hole.
“Get sucking, faggot,” Bex ordered, grabbing my head.
I took his dick in my mouth as I felt Markus’s cock attempting to push inside my back door. “Relax, sissy; this is going to hurt at first.”
I tried to relax as I felt another push and then suddenly he was inside me.
And my ass was on fire!
I likely would have screamed if I hadn’t had a cock in my mouth. Yet even as my ass burned, my cock ached, and I felt a chill shooting up my spine.
“Oh yes,” Susan purred, “take it all, sissy.”
Every time I thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he went deeper… the pain continuing to burn inside.
Finally my wife declared, “All in!” Then after a moment, she ordered, “Now fuck the shit out of my sissy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Markus agreed, as he grabbed my hips and began fucking me with a will.
I moaned like a bitch in heat as I was fucked. Slow at first as the pain continued to course through me, yet my body wanted more.
My wife then ordered, “Come and nurse my cunt, slut.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the black woman replied happily, as I wanted to smile at my wife’s words… but couldn’t because my mouth was busy sucking on the wide cock.
“Harder Markus, my sissy wants to be fucked like the bimbo black cock slut she is,” my wife ordered a minute later, as I noticed she’d been fairly consistently referring to me as a ‘she’.
“As you wish,” Markus agreed, beginning to really slam into me.
I screamed, as he reached new depths in my no-longer-virgin-and-never-again-the-same ass, “Holy fuck!”
“Harder,” Susan ordered, as I tried to look around to see her getting pleasured by a woman, but Bex stood up, grabbed my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth and began face fucking me.
“Enough of this haphazard sucking,” Bex told me, as he grabbed my head and slammed into my mouth so hard his balls were slapping into my chin. I gagged at first, but then focused on breathing through my nose, which was a nice distraction as my ass got used to being pile driven by nine inches of stiff black meat.
“Face fuck the slut,” Susan shouted above the tumultuous room, sounding totally aroused from watching me get used.
“I already am,” Bex laughed, as he used me roughly.
“Lick my asshole, slut,” Susan demanded; fuck I wished I could see that.
For a minute I was face fucked and ass fucked in both ends roughly, until Bex grunted and shot his load down my throat.
I hadn’t swallowed a load in a dozen years, and it still felt as exhilarating and tasty as I recalled. Once he was done, he pulled out, slapped my face with his cock and said, “Thanks, bitch.”
“Thank you for face fucking me, Sir,” I replied, sounding completely pathetic.
At last I urgently turned to check out my wife sitting on another dance block, her legs spread, with the black woman between them while she jerked off a very large black man dressed as a penguin, yes as a penguin. She told him, “My sissy’s mouth is open now if you want to use it.”
“I don’t mind if I do,” the black penguin said, as he waddled over to me and offered me his smallish cock. Apparently not every black cock is a massive fuck stick. This one was actually smaller than mine. Plus, his big belly made it hard to reach.
He sat down and I took it in my mouth as Markus kept fucking me.
“When you’re close Markus, please come and shoot your load all over my face,” Susan requested.
“You sure?” Markus asked, as her words piqued my interest.”Her fantasy is a black cock orgy, and mine is a bukkake,” she revealed to everyone and to me for the first time.
“Well, that can certainly be arranged,” Markus agreed as he kept pumping into me; the pain had begun to fade and my pleasure was growing.
I sucked my penguin for only a couple minutes while Markus continued ravishing my ass with an impressive amount of stamina until the fat guy grunted, pulled out and shot his load all over my face.
My wife scolded, “Hey! All the loads are for me.”
“Sorry,” the fat guy apologized as he finished on my face and shoved his cock back in my mouth. I sucked for a few seconds, hoovering up any last-minute man cream I could retrieve, the pain in my ass now pretty much gone as my cock raged with pleasure even though it had remained untouched this entire time.
As soon as he pulled out and moved away, another rigid cock was in front of me. This one was huge, ten inches or maybe more. I looked up and the guy with this massive member was a nerdy looking guy dressed as Urkel. I looked back down and took it in my mouth just as Markus pulled out.
I couldn’t resist. I let the cock slip out of my mouth and turned to watch Markus hop onto the dance box and furiously stroke his cock right in front of my wife’s face while the black woman continued to lick her cunt.
“Come all over me, stud,” Susan begged, her mouth wide open.
“Oh yeah, fuck,” he grunted, and shot rope after rope of cum on my wife just as another cock slid into my ass.
I looked back and saw a well-built black man in a football jersey fucking me.
“Get back to sucking,” the skinny but hung Urkel nerd ordered.
I obeyed and was back to being spit-roasted again.
After a couple of minutes, as now I was really enjoying the ass fucking, I don’t know what came over me, but I began bucking back on the cock in my ass wanting to feel it go deeper, wanting to show myself off as the biggest sissy slut ever.
“Ride that cock, cowgirl,” Susan encouraged me, as I became a human rocking horse.
And I did, bouncing back on the cock in my ass and then bouncing forward, throat wide open, devouring as much of the cock in my mouth as I could. It felt so liberating just to let go and be an unconditional sissy slut.
“Oh fuck, suck on my clit, I want to come while I’m watching my sissy get pounded,” Susan moaned loudly; I could tell she was close by her gasps and cries.
God I wanted to watch that, but I was rather preoccupied by the two cocks I was eagerly pleasuring, even as I felt my balls boiling. I wondered if I could come just from getting spit-roasted.
“Fuck!” she screamed, a few bounce-backs of mine later as the lesbian obviously got her off.
I don’t know what it was, the anal fucking, the spit-roasting, my wife reaching orgasm from a black lesbian, both our faces covered in cum or the entire situation, but suddenly I groaned and came all over the floor.
“He just came,” someone said, “no hands.”
“Now that’s a true faggot,” someone else said.
“Now get over here, Daphne,” the guy behind me ordered, “my load is close.”
“Yummy,” my wife purred, as I assumed she obeyed the order.
I got to bouncing back and forth again, wanting to work these cocks over so my wife could receive the loads. Finally, they both pulled out within seconds of each other and I got to watch as they both hurried to face my wife, who was now on her knees right beside me, and I watched her get two massive loads all over her face.
“Bukkake time!” the broadcast voice sang out, and I was pulled up onto just my knees beside my wife and within a few seconds there were at least twenty black men surrounding us.
“This is really getting out of hand,” my wife whispered to me, her face dripping with various guys’ cum.
“True, but is it what you want?” I asked back.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“So let’s go for it,” I smiled, as a score of men stroked their cocks at us.
Then for the next twenty or thirty minutes my beautiful wife and I got coated in cum: our faces, our hair front and back, our dresses, our thigh highs… everywhere! I have no idea how many loads I took, at least a dozen, and I know my wife took twice that before we were left on the dance floor coated in a lake of cum: on us, in us and around us.
Markus handed us a few polaroids and explained, “In case you want to remember this.”
“Can you take one more?” my wife asked.
“Sure.”
Susan wrapped her arm around me and told me, “Smile for the camera.”
I did and we got one more photo with us both cheek to cheek, grinning girlishly and drenched in cum.
She then leaned over and kissed me. Very wetly, and I’m not talking saliva.
I kissed her back and when she broke the kiss I said, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, my sexy sissy,” she smiled, as she got up, pulled me up and took my hand.
Markus handed us the last photo and I looked at it and said, trying to be funny, “Jinkies.”
Susan looked at the picture and laughed, “What I wouldn’t do for some Scooby snacks.” She then licked some cum off my face. “Ruh-roh!”
“Scooby Doo will never be the same for me,” I laughed.