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Black Meat for a TV
By
Wolf
Some men have trouble getting in touch with their feminine side. My name is Mark, and I have been married for ten years. For the past seven years my wife and I have allowed each other to indulge in relationships with others. She has her girlfriends and I have some male friends. We both are attracted to blacks.
We live in Columbus, Ohio. The blacks that live in our urban community are well educated people and are fun to associate with. I am 45-years old now, six- feet tall, 160 pounds, brown hair and hazel eyes. I had been a competitive swimmer in high school and college. Shaving down for swim meets turned me on the first time I did it. After that I continued to shave my body of all of my body hair, including my pubic hair. I still do that most of the time. I may let it grown for a few months, but soon feel the need to get naked.
I have a hard time going public with my feminine side. As a result I need an authoritarian figure, to command me to do things I don't have the balls to do.
We have four teenagers living at home. That makes it kind of hard to live an open alternative lifestyle. They don't suspect that the women that visit her during the day are lovers and the guys I go out with are anymore than friends.
I met a guy online that is named Skip. He is a 50-year old black man. When we became online friends, he encouraged me to dress up in feminine lingerie; pantyhose, panties, bra, see through blouses along with stretch-slacks that unzip on the side along with high heels. Eventually we made arrangements to meet.
I met him at a mall, driving the family van conversion. It is a three-quarter ton Chevy van with 4 captain's chairs, sink, refrigerator, stove and a couch that converts into a bed. I had changed into my female clothes before arriving at the mall. I had on a wig and makeup. Just the same I was terrified that people would recognize and realize I was a man in drag. I pulled into the prearranged location. It was at the far eastern side of the parking lot, as far from the entrance as possible. That way Skip would know that the silver Chevy van was mine.
I sat there waiting for a car to pull into the pace next to me. The windows were tinted dark enough to make it impossible to see in at night. But people walking on the sidewalk in front of the van might be able to see in. I sat there nervously awaiting the arrival of Skip. When the dark blue BMW pulled into the stall on my passenger side I almost panicked. I wanted to start the truck and back out.
When I saw the black man get out of the car I knew it was Skip right away. He opened the door on the passenger side, and stepped up into the cab. I had forgotten to turn off the dome lights. I just knew someone would see me.
Ship closed the door, and leaned across the engine compartment and kissed me on the mouth. I started the truck, and pulled out of the lot. We drove out of town, while we talked. When we were on the edge of town, Skip insisted that we change places. He wanted to drive. When we were back on the road, he lifted the armrest and fumbled with his pants. Even in the darkness, I could see that he had a magnificent cock. The curiosum scar was pink and the knob was a dark purple. The shaft was black as coffee. When it was out of his pants, he told me to lean over and suck his cock.
I did as I was told, without question. His cock was the largest I had ever sucked. We got on the parkway, and were cursing at highway speeds, while I sucked his cock. We drove until he came in my mouth. Then we pulled off the highway into a truck rest stop.
Skip told me, "Maria, get the in back. I want you to get on your knees. When I knelt on floor between the sink and fridge, Skip got behind me he pulled my slacks and underwear down, to expose my smooth ass. He ran his hands all over my body, to assure himself that I didn't have any body hair, anyplace on my body. He even reached between my legs to feel where there should be pubic hair, before he gripped my cock and milked me like a cow. He didn't want me cummimg though. He felt the crack of my ass, for hair that was not there.
He had some sort of lubricant he squirted into my asshole, before he stuffed that back snake into my ass. I could not begin to describe the thrill I got out of being fucked, like a girl by a black man. When he was humping my ass, he was telling me that I was his sissy girl. After he had cum in my ass, he stuffed a wad of toilet paper in my asshole, and had me get dressed.
When we were back on the road, he drove to a bar I had never heard of before. He made me enter the establishment, hanging onto his arm like a woman. The place turned out to be a gay night club. It was a wild place, load music and an eclectic mix of patrons. There were men dressed like business men, men dressed like construction workers, white men, black men and some drag queens. When they saw me it was like they saw new meat. They crowded around us, and some of them knew Ship. They asked who I was, and he introduced me as Maria, his new pussy slut.
Queens were kissing me on the cheek, and I felt a lot of hands groping my ass and basket. I could not help getting a boner. Ship humiliate me in front of them when he said, "I just finished fucking her ass."
I swear, someone actually stuffed that wad of toilet paper up my ass. Skip kissed me on the mouth, right there in front of the crowd. We had a few drinks and danced in a dark corner where Skip could pull out his snake, and rub it between my silk slacks until he squirted another load of cum on my pants. After he put the tool back in his pants we left the bar, and he drove us back to the mall. When he was gone I changed clothes, washed off the makeup and went home. The kids were asleep, but my wife Candy followed me to the bathroom, insisting that I tell her everything. When we were in bed all I could think about was Skip. I knew I had to see him again.
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