Photographer

Photographer!

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Chapter 1

My name is or was Kevin and I was in my mid 20's when I met Janet in college. She had dark smoldering eyes, pouting lips and long wavy brown hair and was about 5ft 2in and about 120 with a lithe model's build that drove me wild! She did some modeling on the side and had me help her with a couple shoots as her photographer to puff up her portfolio. I was a skinny nerd at 5 ft 4in and 130 lbs. with long blondish red hair and green eyes, ALOT of body hair and a flirtatious carefree attitude that captured her heart from the get-go. Well, after a photoshoot for her and some big clothing store, we ended up getting coffee and ended up spending the day together...it went well enough for us to see each other again. From there, we ended up dating and the rest, as they say, is history and where our story truly begins.

Janet had a very active libido and imagination. She took charge pretty much from the get-go in our relationship. Since she liked doing roleplay, we played wonderful games. Courtesan, with Janet dressed like some Arabian princess, leaning back into satin pillows as if amused, while I coaxed from her the sexual satisfaction of my tongue. Slave prince, me tied to the wall and defiant while she was the Amazon Warrior Princess who used me as a sex toy by sitting on my face, mounting me, denying my satisfaction and even using further light bondage to put me, and hold me in my place. Bitch in heat, had her wearing a little latex dog hood with me sniffing her privates before a glorious lunging fast fuck, jabbing my sex at her as quickly as I could. My favorite was Spy who shagged me, where I dressed in a 70's style velvet suit with her in a 70's style Go-Go dress and picking her up at a bar to shag in the adjoining hotel! Lite bondage was a almost normal activity for us.

Then one week we played all these roles, only in reverse. I was the bitch in heat. She was the imperious captive. For my role as a courtesan, I had to use Nair all over my body to remove the unwanted hair. I could not believe how sensitive my skin became! Janet asked me to stay home from work all day that Friday to get my hair and make-up just right, ears pierced once more on the left and two times on the right with my nails made long and painted just as hers had been. The pampering made me feel genuinely lovely and feminine, as the two of us looked at each other in a mirror. After a sexcapades marathon session that left me breathless, my unladylike cock finally limp and unresponsive from the multiple orgasms, she said,

"Baby, maybe you should have been a girl, that was amazing with the way you took to being pegged and came so hard, so often!" I just smiled at her and kissed her with plenty of passion in reply. She then commented,

"I wish you could be the little bitch courtesan more often. You make a cute girl, you obviously enjoyed being on the receiving end almost as much as I loved being the giver baby!"

There was only one game we played where Janet did not seem to enjoy it the way she wanted...where she showed impatience, it was when we played Bull. It was supposed to be me just fucking her like some crazed goat, cow or horse god, stuffing an enlarged cock into her hard, fast and for a very long time while I was mounting her. I'm not that large, so I had to wear the strap on to give satisfaction the way she wanted it. I always thought I was average, but the size of the strap on phallus was a little over a foot and proportionally thick so there was no way I could compete. The way she cried out when we did this was way louder, more urgent than when we fucked normally, and I admit, kind of got to me.

It was overall a whirlwind romance that blossomed into a real love. We married shortly out of college with me working at a catalog place taking photos of product to help create catalogs or do small photoshoots of the company models. I did not make a fortune, but really did not need to. It was a comfortable 50-60k a year salary, but it paled when compared to Janet who worked at a top modeling/marketing agency making significantly more than I did.

Now at 6 plus years married and Janet is as insatiable as ever, kinky as all get out, so that we are still playing our roleplay games but now there is more bondage and a bit more role reversal with it sometimes being moved to the public! Like one time when we dressed up for dinner (and she put me in all women's clothes...her pants, panties, a chemise and button shirt so I still had a facade of maleness, but then after dinner, we banged like wild monkeys in some bushes near the restaurant parking lot. Having undergone laser hair removal of my whole body, I had let my hair grow, so it is now about mid back length that I keep in a low ponytail. I still have the double ear piercings but have added a belly button piercing since she has one and both of us think it is crazy sexy. Janet also kind of got onto a 'health kick' about 3 months ago, in that we started taking vitamins each morning, doing Yoga or light aerobics each night. The vitamins were the usual generic multi-vitamin, a "C", and this huge purple testosterone she had me take to keep up with the amount of sex we were actively performing...about 5 times a week on average!

Originally I was wearing a pair of jogging shorts and a very loose T-Shirt when we did Yoga or aerobics, but after a couple of weeks, Janet ended up getting me some spandex yoga pants and tops similar to what she had been wearing and I felt so much more comfortable in them doing the exercises, that I ended up getting multiple pairs of pants in a plethora of colors...even a few of the brighter colors like red, yellow or even a pink and blue tie-dye colored set that came with a cropped tank that Janet absolutely went bonkers horny when I wore it! The only thing I did not like about it was that the top seemed more like a sports bra, so it made me look like I had small breasts. But the wild sex, both oral and penetrative, we had after was always worth it.

At just under year 7 of our marriage, I find I am now currently short of work doing the whole "big party / wedding" scene, but Janet is now in a leadership position with multiple clients as well as staff reporting to her! Her marketing of male models used for adds is top notch and you may have actually seen some of them...That Gucci perfume one comes to mind with the young, ruggedly fit, 5 o'clock shadow dark European guy with no shirt standing in the shallow lake...getting the parfum handed to him by some frothy, lace clothed, slip of a girl, like King Arthur getting the sword from the Lady on the Lake. Yeah, that was all her! Made that cologne became a best seller for about a year and a half!

Sure, there would be days where she would come home, exhausted, talking about how some client 'rode her ass hard', 'was a complete, huge dick', or 'was such a fucker' that she would ask for a drink and foot massage to calm back down. I did not mind dropping onto my knees, massaging her feet (OK, I MAY have had a bit of a foot fetish since I loved her work attire which was always skirts or dresses, stockings and heels) to make her feel more at ease. Bonus for me was that I then got to dive into her warm, wet, musky, love nest to bring her to orgasm with my tongue.

This was one of those nights where she was frustrated beyond belief with a model named Marcus who she was trying to get hooked up with Ebonygirl magazine. I guessed it was a 'Playgirl' type magazine that was catering to women. It was after her second orgasm that she gently pushed my head away, murmured 'what a dear I was', then with wide eyes looked at me and said,

"Holy shit, honey! I just remembered that I overheard Ebonygirl was looking for a skilled photographer since their lead was getting ready to retire! I should send in your application and then I could use you as an 'in' for getting my clients more shots! You're a gifted artist and I know you can land the job! Interested?"

"What, wait, isn't that like a playboy type magazine or something?"

"Oh, umm, I THINK it may be something like that, but I am betting just like Playboy, there are articles, photo ops, and the crazy stuff like the "Aruba girls gone wild" stuff too...can you imagine an all-expense trip to Aruba to take pictures of hotties on the beach? Oh yeah, Sun, Sand, Margaritas, the sightseeing. Please let me send in your portfolio honey. You are slow at work now, and this could be a steady gig that gets your name more out in public!?"

"Sure baby. If that's what you want, I will do it! Now let's head to bed so I can make love to you proper with more than just my tongue!"

"You naughty little bitch! You gonna fuck me and then let me return the favor or are we just going to have you fuck me so I can sit on your glorious face once again!?"

"Mmm, let's just find out as we go along lover!" I responded as I spanked her booty softly to get her moving.

Upstairs we both stripped down with me marveling at how fit and sexy she was, making my little penis engorge to its full 4-inch length. I pushed her back onto the bed, spread her legs wide and flat, holding them there with my hands as I pushed into her already wet pussy. Pumping in and out, balls deep in a slow, steady manner, as I looked into her eyes, watching her bite her lip, moaning, or gasping as I started to push into her harder making those slapping sounds of my pelvis against hers. We rocked against each other for several minutes, with me taking my hands off her legs to play with her breasts and nipples, which made her shudder in excitement as I knew her sensitive nipples were a trigger for her. Shortly after that she was more vocal, crying out my name as she suddenly shook her head, body quivering, in an orgasm. Watching her eyes roll back, feeling her pussy clench on my penis, felt so good, I had to stop pushing into her as I wanted this to last. When she recovered, she pushed me off her saying,

"Now it's my turn baby!"

She rolled me onto my back, mounting me in the female superior, hands on my chest as she began to grind back and forth. Then she looked at me, grinned evilly, cupped my chest before starting to tweak my nipples. It. Was. Amazing! I never felt so sexually charged as when she started playing with my nipples. Suddenly it sent an electric shock from my nipples to my groin...oh, God, it felt so good...it was like there was a nerve connection straight from my enlarged nipples to my crotch. I was moaning loudly, crying out how good it felt, when the orgasm took me. My body arched up into her, crying out as I was coming, clasping at her hips to hold her to me as spurt after spurt released into her, shuddering in a whole-body climax like nothing I ever had before as she just grinned at me, saying,

"Yeah, baby you looked so sexy coming like that. Now you know how I feel when you play with my nipples since yours are almost as big and sensitive as mine are now it seems! Mmmm, your the best of both worlds now aren't you? Cute, femboy body with these sexy nipples that just make me want to devour them, a sexy little cock to ride. I love you baby!"

"What do you mean 'femboy body' baby and why are my nipples so sensitive and big now!? They hurt for about 2 weeks about 2 weeks ago, but I figured it was some cold or rash or something!" I asked.

"Kevin, baby, you are just taking on traits from the dominate partner, that's me obviously, and when we removed all your body hair so long ago, did you not hear me talk about how feminine it made you look? Don't worry baby, I love the way you look and how you make me feel, so you are able to feel like I do is just bonus to me! Now be a good boy and clean me out with that golden tongue of yours!" She commanded as she flipped about to sit on my face.

Dutifully, I started to suck on her now, well fucked pussy bringing her to another orgasm as she dumped her juice, mixed with mine into my mouth. This was so sexy, hot that I got hard once again, which prompted her to suck me to a second orgasm while she rode me to another! When I finally came, she ground her pussy on my face one last time, then turned about to kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips, her tongue, as she fed me some of my own spunk.

It was over the next week or so that my male underwear started to be replaced with bikini, cheeky and thong panties all in solid colors, cotton or stretchy material, my clothes became more and more 'gender neutral' until I asked her why she was changing my clothes. Her response was that she felt I needed a new wardrobe, and these were the latest things...then she sprung the news that she had forwarded my portfolio to Ebonygirl magazine via her friend at work and hoped I could get the job!

It was another quiet week at work when I got the news from Janet that Ebonygirl was interested in me, but that it was an all-girl company, run by a lady who 'would look the other way if I could present as a convincing girl at an interview' so Janet just looked at me with a twinkle in her eye as she finished by saying,

"Baby, you can do it! You look totally femme when we play courtesan, spy, or any of the other games! You can do this, make bank, get noticed as a photographer and all you must do is pretend to be like that Dustin Hoffman movie but look way better! What do you say baby, do it for me!? It will be so hot, and I am wet already just thinking about you all dolled up taking pictures all day and then coming home so I can fuck you! Shit! Say yes now so I can ride you right now!"

I just looked at her in shock that quickly become hunger as she gyrated with need and nodded as I led her to the bedroom for some amazing all-night sex!

That next morning, we decided to have me take Friday off and get all dolled-up Thursday night and Friday morning in preparation for my interview as Kandi. Which Janet had decided so long ago was my femme personality. We ended up shopping for the perfect outfit which Janet determined was a black, pleather, knee length, skirt, some white panties and camisole with a white long-sleeved shirt, black panty hose and some black loafers so I did not have to struggle with the heels while carrying my portfolio to an interview.

So, we went out that Thursday night to get my hair, which was now mid shoulder length, so about 16 to 18 inches in length, styled more feminine, some jewelry, a mani-pedi, makeup, all so I could get ready for the interview. That Friday morning, Janet took the day off to assist so that we showered together, made love in the shower to ease my nerves, blow dried my hair, brushing it out in long loose waves, added jewelry, the outfit we selected and then Janet assisted with my makeup and when I looked at myself in the mirror, all I could think was how good I looked and that it was even better than when we played cross-dress games! I. Could. Do. This!

Shockingly, I aced the interview with Ms. Zavier Xenaprin, the CEO and chief editor, winking at me being Kandi and offering me the job on the spot at a significant raise from what I was making now. I started in two weeks so I could give notice at my current position. I called Janet who was thrilled, saying she knew I would get it and could not wait to go shopping for more clothes for 'Kandi", and then, as if in an afterthought, maybe we need to get you some new ID!

Monday, when I got to work, I turned in my resignation and they ended up letting me go that day with two weeks' severance so when I told Janet, she said we should use that time to shop and get me used to being a girl all day every day!

Janet came home early so we went to the DMV, updated my ID, then it was another shopping marathon. Dress pants, skirts, tops, lingerie, dresses, shoes, hose, jewelry, shorts, make up, the works. When we went into a Vickie's Secret, I had to get measured for a bra to ensure the proper fit, and that was when we discovered that I had almost "B" cup breasts! All this time I thought it was just Gynecomastia, but it was no wonder they were so sensitive and pronounced, I thought, because I DID have breasts! We went into the dressing room and made sure to put on one of the new bras and I instantly felt girly! When I put on a pair of low 3-inch heels that looked good with the designer low rise women's jeans and top I had on, Janet commented that there was a bit more swish to my step, so I must like dressing up more than she thought based on our earlier crossdressing adventures.

Now with proper fitting support garments, and some low heels, I felt girly, feminine or at least passable so that my confidence soared as we continued to shop, gossip like to girlfriends until we had about 2 weeks of outfits, undergarments, and a plethora of heels, wedge sandals, ankle boots, etc. Once home, we moved my male things to the guest room so we could replace them with the new feminine garb which would allow me to dress easily in the morning. We even moved my make up to the left side of the make-up vanity in the master bedroom and started on lessons for me to do it myself that went on all weekends! By the end of the weekend, I was pretty good at doing my own makeup in about 30 minutes with a nice sultry eye and pink lips, so I was not totally drag queened out. The funny part to me was that Janet produced her strap on that we had used in the past and dictated that as her girlfriend, we had to use it, so I also had a weekend of 'being the girl' during sex.

Monday came at last and I dressed in a black thong panty and bra, insuring I was taped and tucked, some black slacks that fit snug, a pink silken top with 3/4 sleeves, my long strawberry hair loose, some gold dangly earrings, necklace, rings and watch, then insured I had on a pair of pink low heeled sandals to show off my painted toes, finished my make-up and loaded my clutch purse with essentials before hopping into my car to drive to Ebonygirl magazine.

Chapter 2

Once at work, I was put through orientation which consisted of signing a ton of paperwork, touring the facility, meeting colleagues, being shown where I would develop pictures and then my workstation where I could manipulate, photoshop etc. I got to meet most of the ladies that worked here and noted that about 85% were Black, with the remaining 15% a mix of Asian, White and Hispanic. Before I knew it, it was lunch time, and I was taken out by the department head along with several other ladies for lunch. The gossip on who was fucking who, who was cheating, who had a chance with that hunky hottie from Janets company, Marcus! What my preference was in men, light or dark, married or single, what was the biggest cock I had seen so far, and did I take this job because of all the BBC I was gonna get now? Laughing at all the questions, I told them I was married and that my mate had a good size that I liked, (thinking about how full that strap on felt inside me and how hard it made me cum) did not care about skin color and was not concerned about the British Broadcasting Company which made them all laugh.

After lunch, I got to work with the area editor, named Rebeccahh, on the upcoming issue and was shocked, but think I hid it well, that the magazine really was a black playgirl magazine featuring mostly very well-hung black men, showing off clothing, nudes, 'wild' poses, or pictures to add 'spice' to the story section. I would never believe the stories from Forum again as they had a whole section of 'writers' making them up or scouring the net for things to post! By midafternoon, we were in the darkened development room to review and start to set up pics for the other articles. It was amazing how many dark men there was with huge schlongs hanging down their legs and I blurted out,

"How did you photoshop these as pictures!? They cannot be that big! Holy shit!"

Rebeccahh just laughed at me and responded in her thick Cajun accent with,

"Ahh, never been wit' a black man befo girl!? Yeah, dey all like that, boo. You juss wait till you start takin' pics and when one dem big boys take you interest, take em ta the back and get yosef jiggy with it! You gonna like it baby girl, I can promise ya dat, an you gone be hooked on BBC from den on juss like all ta udder white girls here!"

I just giggled and shrugged my shoulders as I did not think I would ever be sleeping with a black man since I was a married man myself!

Later that day as we were finishing up, I caught myself looking at one man's giant cock and wondering what could I do for a woman who had been with that? While I had always thought I was a normal sized man, I was starting to see that maybe I was not so average sized at all. Every single cock we looked at was at least 8-inches, and I was only half that when hard, while many were at least that big soft!

The rest of the day was a whirlwind and we ended up going home where I knew I would have to clean up and get dinner started so I quickly changed into a pair of yoga shorts and a t-shirt; while keeping the bra and panty set on so I could start dinner. Janet showed up just as I was taking the chicken and potatoes out of the oven an hour later and putting that and the salad on the table. She was animated about her day, and asked a barrage of questions about mine and giggled like a schoolgirl when I related the story about seeing so many black cocks and being shocked at their size with Rebeccahh or calling it the British Broadcasting Company in my innocence. When asked if I enjoyed the day, she seemed happy that I responded affirmatively and looked forward to learning and doing more tomorrow!

The one thing I noted was that most of the ladies dressed semi casual/business or almost in an 'after work clubby' look, so figured after this week, I could tone down all business apparel I had picked out. Tuesday was another pair of black slacks with a purple blouse and some black 3-inch heels, and Rebeccahh had me working the dark room all day. Staring at all that BBC all day ended up making me feel so horny, so that by the end of the day when I got home, I slipped into a pair of booty shorts and a skimpy little crop top with no bra and practically jumped Janet as she came through the door! I was so horny that as I pushed her over to the couch in a long drawn-out tongue kiss, once she was sitting on the couch, I lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to dive into her, finding that she was already soaked in anticipation! Listening to her direct me to 'suck her pussy, you slutty bitch!' made me even hotter. After bringing her to multiple orgasms with my tongue, I dropped my shorts, untucked my penis and stuffed it into her balls deep on the first thrust! She bucked under me, hooking her legs about my waist, heels digging into my ass as she thrust up to meet me, clawing at my back as she commanded me to 'fuck her'. I did my best, but with the long day of sexual stimulation and her crying out, I shot my load in about 2 minutes! Janet looked at me, pushed me back onto my back and ground her pussy onto my face and demanded 'I bring her to orgasm with my tongue since my pitiful cock couldn't do it!' No matter that she was pissed at my poor performance, I still languished my skills on her clit until she squirted out my juice in one final shuddering orgasm. As she slipped off my face, all smiles, she patted me on the top of my head and said,

"Shit baby, that was the best blowjob you have ever given me! We are having that mouth bronzed!"

Grinning that she liked it, I languidly took her to bed and made a small spoon for her to snuggle up to and sleep!

Wednesday, I wore a black skirt with a white top and spent the day in the dark room going over pics of all the men once again and at one point I actually reached up to stroke one picture of a guy's long schlong while pressing my other hand into my own groin in frustration. I could not believe how horny I was becoming just by looking at all this BBC! That night, I again practically raped Janet as she came home from work! With my again quick release, she grinned at me and said it was maybe time for something different and went into the bedroom to buckle on her strap-on...12-inches of manly proportions...and began to fuck me while I was on all fours crying out, like I knew she liked, until she had her shuddering orgasm, with the strap-on buried to the hilt inside me, making me cum as well. She was smiling and giggling afterward saying that she was starting to really like my working at Ebonygirl as all that Black Cock was making me one horny little bitch!

Thursday, I wore tight, black pleather pants, a bright blue top with blue underwear and heels. Rebeccahh had me help her with shoots for the day! We worked on lighting, prepping the models and then of course taking pictures. We started with him all clothed, doing the traditional poses, some action style shots, then took off the shirt, repeated the poses and action shots, then the pants came off and I almost drooled at his package! He had a pretty large cock tucked up in his silken underwear so you could easily see it stuffed there in his underwear, bulging them out as he moved again through poses, actions, until we had him finally remove them. I think I let out a small gasp, while hearing a slight moan come out of Rebeccahh at the size of his tool when freed from confinement.

We did several more poses, and then Rebeccahh actually asked him to wank it hard or offered one of us to fluff him! The look of shock on my face made her giggle as she shook her head saying we should not really do that as it was not very professional but if I wanted to take him to the back bedroom, we could get some shots...or she could get busy while I took the shots she offered...I let her get busy and took the shots while they fucked like bunnies for over an hour! I almost creamed my panties twice while she had more orgasms than I could count. He was a fucking machine, pistoning in and out of her. I felt like I was making a porno, but both seemed to be enjoying my taking pictures and I did after all get some great shots that we used for that month! So, a win-win after all!

Friday saw me in a flirty layered skirt with a floral pattern and a creamy light-yellow top and heels. It was almost a repeat of yesterday with Rebeccahh taking the new model to the back room and fucking him while I took the shots once again! I ended up getting home and was caught by Janet riding a dildoe as I was too horny to wait and came hard just as she came in! Then it was her stuffing her wet, juicy, pussy into my face to eat her as she said that seeing me ride a dildoe with a look of total lust on my face was so hot! After she came several times, she again attached her strap-on and made use of it. She pegged me in missionary, on all fours, me riding her cowgirl, from behind while on my side and after about 40 minutes, she finally orgasmed hard and passed out!

That weekend, we spent it as two girlfriends instead of husband and wife and both of us ended up wearing a strap on to take care of the other or using our mouths to please and tease. I felt so in love with her and happy that I was doing well at work!

That next Monday, I wore a short, tight, black, leather miniskirt, a red sleeveless top, nude hose with black ankle boots with a clunky 3-inch heel that had a frilly fake lace fold-over at the top. That morning, I was told I had a photo shoot as lead camera with Rebeccahh assisting.

We got straight to it, setting up the shoot, checking lighting, props, clothing changes laid out in the off-studio guestroom, and waited only a short time for the model, Antonee, to show. This guy had sexy, handsome player written all over him! Antonee was about six foot tall, built like a linebacker, dark skinned, bald with a close beard, and dressed like a well to do guy that knows he is attractive to the opposite sex, but acted all shyly polite calling us Ms. Rebeccahh and Ms. Kandi with a deep bass voice in a slight Southern drawl that made my nipples harden instantly!

I set him up doing standard poses, some action moves, you know, the normal stuff, then had him go to the room and change into his next outfit. Rinse and repeat about three times and finally it was time for the money shots!

"OK, Antonee, I need you to do a slow strip for me and the camera. Go ahead and look right at us, smolder a bit so it appears you are doing it for the reader. Rebeccahh, can you make sure the clothes get picked up and not in the way of the shot?"

Both responded with a yes, so we began the last phase of the shoot and Antonee smoldered about as strong as Dwayne Johnson did on that Jumanji movie and I heard Rebeccahh groan that he was so hot, I almost lost my concentration trying not to giggle at her. As he slipped out of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning, I got some good pics of his muscular chest and arms. He. Was. Ripped. When he slipped off his pants, shoes and socks, standing in just his white silk underwear, that was almost translucent, both Rebeccahh and I gasped at the size of his manhood. He did a few more poses, I got some crotch shots, for posterity of course, while I gave him verbal direction on expression or poses so we could set up the next shots of him naked. His shorts came off shortly after that and both Rebeccahh and I stopped to view his junk. It was truly impressive, hanging just off to the left, and about halfway down his thigh, almost as big around as a slender beer bottle and even bigger than the cock on the guys we did last week!

"OK Antonee, you need to get it hard, or do you need our help? Oh if I can be personal, can you tell me how big it is or gets as I don't think I have ever seen a cock as big as yours!?"

"Well Ms. Kandi, it's not like I done measured this here bad boy, but if'n you want, you can do da 'oners!" he responded in that shy drawl of his.

Rebecahh actually handed me a tape measure, taking the camera and whispering with a wink,

"Yeah, baby girl, you go measure dat ting, an help him get it all hard for use, while I take the camera for you! Tink of dis as senior executive privlege an all!" she exclaimed in her Cajun drawl.

With a grin I took the tape and placed it at the top of his cock right at the base of his shaft and dropped the tape to the end where it showed his length at TEN inches and only semi hard at best! It was right in my face at this point, and I could smell his manliness, it was 'jumping' as it started to harden and must have only been inches from my mouth. I looked up at him with a question in my eyes as my hands seemed to come up and wrap themselves around his shaft, stroking him.

It was when I looked up at him that he just grinned and slowly thrust his hips forward so that his Big Black Cock head pressed against my lips. The pressure made me instinctively lick my lips, contacting his cockhead, suddenly tasting his precome, I knew that flavor, it was so familiar and so intoxicating that his cockhead slipped into my mouth while I looked up at him, pushing it in and out, licking it, stroking his length with both my small, feminine, long nailed hands. His grin and then his hand at the back of my head, brushing my hair away so he could see better, told me all I needed to know, that he liked it too! My mouth could barely wrap about his head, but as it got wetter with my saliva, it pressed in further. My hands pulled my wet spittle down the length of his shaft to allow my mouth to take in more and more. I heard him moan about being such a good cocksucker as his cock disappeared into my mouth more and more. I was suddenly driven to take him all in, to make him cum, to swallow it all like a good girl should. The feeling of power I suddenly felt as I knew his orgasm was literally in my hands...or really in my mouth, drove me to push past my choke point with one strong push while relaxing my throat. It was suddenly so easy to take him deeper, once I got past the choke point by pushing his cock quickly past it. My entire mouth was tasting his essence, my lips felt so puffy from his pounding BBC into my wanting mouth, the drops of precome I got were fueling my reckless desire to have him flood my mouth with his seed, I was 'dicknotised' by the experience, loving it so much that I did not even realize I was now completely deepthroating him, making those wet sloppy blow job noises you hear in porn that always made me think that BJ had to be exceptional!

In just a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth with an exasperated groan of,

"She-it baby, you suck cock like you were born to do it and your life depended on it...you gonna make me bust a nut in no time if you keep that up! Shouldn't we finish this shoot before I take you to the back room and feed this black mambo to you after?"

With a sad pouty look on my face of resignation, I heard Rebeccahh respond with,

"Boy, yo big dick look so good on her, you bess juss take her to da back and I can film da hole ting so maybes we can use it ta put inta da mag'zine...you get goin now and ole Rebeccahh be right wit y'all now!" The wink she gave me at the end of that made me know I was being set up but did not seem to mind as his big cock was so good!

I took off my top and bra as we went into the back room, shaking out my hair made my "B" cup breasts bob enough that it caught Antonee's attention so that he stepped behind me, cupped them, then tweaked my nipples sending an electric shock straight to my groin making me moan as I hunched my butt back into him, grinding lasciviously. I could not wait to feel that monster black cock inside me!

When we got to the bed, I knelt in front of him to suck his cock back to full hardness, then stood and dropped my miniskirt and panties to the ground. As I stood back up fully, he glanced at my crotch and noted the tape keeping me tucked and just grinned as he said,

"So you a little sissy. That's gonna make this so much better!"

Overwhelmed with how sexy and lustful I had become, made me completely forget I was taped and tucked until he said something. Then I saw a look of glee in Rebeccahh's eyes and knew I was going to be outed but when Antonee grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed on all fours, I just did not care! He grabbed a bottle of KY for his cock, then pushed a lubed finger into me to get me loose. When he pushed his big black cock into me making me moan in hunger and pain mixed together, we both knew this was going to be something wild. It only took a moment for the pain to slip away as he paused to let me get used to his huge trouser snake, but then he was slowly pushing it in and out. I cried out in pleasure, moaning 'yes' or 'oh god' as I started to push back to meet his cock, trying to force just another half inch inside my boi-pussy until I heard his groin slap against my upturned ass. That is when he started to pummel me with his cock, fucking me like there was no tomorrow, grabbing my hips or shoulder with one hand, my hair with another until just 5 minutes into it, I was crying out that I was cumming and my hands slipped out from beneath me so I was face down, ass up with his hands on my hips pounding into me with grunts of pleasure. Begging him to fuck me, to seed me, to never stop, made me sound so pitiful and needy that I started to revel in being the fuckee instead of the fucker. In another 10 minutes, he was still pounding me, and I came a second time so hard that I actually collapsed flat onto the bed, my ass now empty of his cock until with a growl, he planked over me and stuffed it back inside, balls deep on a single thrust. Lifting my ass slightly, grabbing the sheets and pushing them into my mouth to keep me from screaming way to loudly, I noted how much of a slut I sounded like, but just did not care. All I wanted was to feel his glorious manhood spurt inside me so I could be the woman I was dressed up as, making my man feel good. He fucked me like a cheap whore for another 15 minutes! When he started to stutter in his rhythm, moan about coming, I could only push my ass into him, moan for him to seed me, and then it happened...His cock throbbed, and I felt spurt after spurt of his creme fill me. His orgasm into my boi-pussy triggered another orgasm of my own, shuddering, crying out as he gripped my ass, groaning in release. I felt so complete, at peace, as his cock slipped out of me that I could not take having him not be inside me, so rolled over as he dropped onto his back and started to stroke and suck on his manhood, tasting myself, the lube and his creamy goodness all at the same time. He grinned at me, and I heard Rebeccah say,

"Sheet gurl, you one hot little sissy and I ain't nev'r seen anytin' like dat...dat was hot as fuck gurl! You keep him going and I kin get more pics of youse doin it! Sheet dis is good!"

Stroking him while sucking on his head had him hard once again in no time! I was amazed at his stamina while stroking him with a bit of lube and wondering why my little penis had barely gotten hard in weeks. Even at my best, I could not have kept up with him as a man, but as a girl, I was ready for more just like he was, so I climbed on top of him to stuff him into me once again to ride him cowgirl, grinding my hips back and forth, or lifting and dropping onto him with my hands on his chest, his hands on mine or sometimes on my hips to hold me steady while he pumped into me. Over the next 30 plus minutes, we changed from me on top, to alongside each other with him making the big spoon to finally my legs over his shoulders. I came twice more during that time and when he finally was ready to release his seed into me a second time, I pushed him off of me begging him to feed it to me, so he slipped out as I knelt before him like a supplicant before their god, mouth open, tongue extended to insure I got every drop. Antonee had other things in mind as he ensured that first and second spurt was across my face before aiming into my mouth. As he started to slow down, I once again took him into my mouth to clean his cock and drain him of every precious ounce of his load. He even used his big black cock to wipe his come from my face into my mouth so I could devour every little bit. After swallowing it all with a happy smile, I opened my mouth so he could see that I had taken it all.

We ended up resting for a short time and then re-dressing as it was getting late! Rebeccahh said she would not let anyone know of my secret, while Antonee asked for my number, but I gave him my work info instead of the house to avoid any unwelcome conversations with Janet...and what was I going to say when I got home? I never cheated on Janet before and doing it with a man made it worse didn't it? I felt like such a slutty whore for cheating and enjoying it so much! God, I loved his cock inside me and hoped he would call me so we could meet again! Damn, I am a slut!

The rest of the day, I was in cloud nine, smiling, giggling in memory, while Rebeccahh teased me on how vocal I was, and that half the building may have heard me, so I needed to be not so loud going forward so there was no question of my getting laid by BBC. Then she asked if I liked it as much as it sounded like I did and what would I be telling my wife!? That brought me back to Earth, so that when we closed up for the day, she said not to worry and just act casual. If she asks, you did a shoot and had to assist the guy like we do sometimes and then just brush it off.

"See ya tomorrow gurl. Youse did fabulous today an don't let anybody tells you differen now!"

Later at home, I started dinner, got a bottle of wine out and kissed Janet as she got home. She made a comment about me 'tasting a little funny' when we kissed, and I told her excitedly that I got to lead a shoot today and Rebeccahh had me 'assist' the model so maybe she was tasting his sweat or cologne as he did get some sweat on me from the action poses we did and she let it drop.

The next day, I again dressed as normal for work with Janet patting my ass as we both left the house and telling me `Have fun at work honey, don't do anything I wouldn't' with a broad wink. I had responded reflexively with a 'you too honey, love you' and got into my car and headed to the office before wondering if that was a double entendre on her part? There were a dozen pink roses waiting for me at the office as I got in and the whole office had already read the card that said:

"Thanks for the wonderful shoot! You are now my favorite photographer, and I hope we can meet in another shoot soon! Love Antonee"

The entire office had already heard either my cries, or heard about it from another who had, so I got a good deal of ribbing from the other girls. I laughed it off and said, 'they were all just jealous as they did not get roses today!' Except that Rebeccahh had a smaller bouquet awaiting her as well!

That day was spent reviewing and selecting pictures for the article we were doing for this month, and I cringed at some of them that slightly showed my face and how much I was enjoying the sex, but could not find a better one that did not have my face in it, so we agreed to try to crop it later.

Wednesday had another model where I got to lead the shoot and ended up blowing that guy too! He did not fuck me like Antonee did, but the taste of his spunk was intoxicating to a point that I was useless the rest of the day as I was in a dreamland of BBC providing an abundance of ambrosia for my consumption!

Thursday was back to business and selecting and proofing for the monthly addition.

Friday saw me in a mid-thigh, white pleated skirt, a soft pink, silken, camisole with white lace trim, soft pink bra and panty set and some sexy, 5-inch heeled, white, strappy sandals. It seemed it was going to be a repeat of Wednesday with me blowing another model to get him hard for the shoot. It was a dreamland once again from lunch until about 2 pm when I got a call from Janet that she had to take a client out so would be late and not to wait up for her. I told her I might go out with the girls for drinks after work then since she would not be home till late. It was not even 30 minutes after the call with Janet, that I was actually invited to join the ladies for drinks, dinner and maybe some dancing after work tonight, so had to agree since I was free.

The club did not even card any of us as we entered, figuring those 6 ladies dressed up to party was just good for business. The cool air blowing up my miniskirt was a thrill as we crossed inside, and the six of us found a table off in the corner right away!

The group consisted of 5 dark ladies and me, ranging from Rubenesque to petite and all of us dressed in a casual club attire kind of way for after work fun but still acceptable for work so when we settled down and looked around, I noted that easily 90% of the patrons were black and the girls were all smiling at me as this guy came up to ask if we wanted to dance. I ignored him thinking he was talking to one of the other ladies, when they all started to stare at me...When I looked up at the guy to say "what, me?" I noticed it was Antonee and jumped up, hugging him and took his hand to lead HIM to the dance floor. On the way out I heard one of the ladies say somewhat in humor,

"All this divine dark chocolate and he heads straight to the vanilla!?! That pussy must be super fine!"

Once on the dance floor, I hooked both my arms about his neck and slowly ground against him, then spun about and twerked my ass on his already growing pole while looking back over my shoulder with a smirk. One of the ladies cried out at us,

"You go girl!"

We danced about three songs when a slow song came on and I once again wrapped my arms about his neck, kissing him softly as I felt that wonderful feeling of him growing inside his pants that signaled, I was turning him on as only a woman could. As the song ended, he was obviously hard, so I took pity on him and took his hand and kept him close behind me as I led him back to the table to get our drinks. My hand slid onto his leg up near his big black cock, while his slid up even higher on my thigh! His message was clear as we kissed, tongues exploring, my hand feeling his cock twitch under my palm as I felt his hand sliding up between my legs...knowing we both wanted the same thing. Breathlessly I whispered to him,

"Take me someplace and feed me that snake or fuck me silly with it! I have not been able to forget our earlier time at all, and now here you are ready to make me your woman again, so you must have liked fucking me as much as I liked you fucking me!?"

"Boo, you were so amazing that I could not stop thinking about you as well...that's why I sent the flowers. I know you're married, but I want to keep seeing you if we can work that out!? In the meantime, let's get out of here so you can take care of this growing problem for me."

"Well, as you know, my wife is kind of a big deal in the indus..oh shit! Is that Janet in that OMG tiny Little Black Dress!?!? What is she doing here with that guy? Oh, is this the 'client' she was talking about and if so, why the dress and why is she Frenching him!? Shit let's go to your place, so this does not become a scene!"

I was not sure if it was really Janet with some huge buffed out black dude, as she wore a much more conservative outfit this morning and that tiny little thing, she had on was spaghetti strapped, plunging to expose her braless chest, backless, and with a hemline far shorter than my mid-thigh miniskirt! Antonee saw my distress and took me by the hand and slowly led me away from them and the floor to the exit where we got in his car and drove around the corner to a motel room. I texted Rebeccahh that Antonee and I had left as he was taking me home since I did not feel well all of a sudden. She just responded with: 'LOL I bet you feel betta afta youse get dat huge cock of his in you again gurl. Enjoy it. I know I would if'n I was you!'

We checked into the motel, and he took me inside, lay me on the bed and then lay beside me so we could chat until I was calmed down. That's when we started to neck, which led to me blowing him, then him fucking me for over an hour! I lost track of the times I orgasmed, but he came twice and then we cleaned up, dressed and he took me back to the club so I could drive home. No-one else was home so I stripped and climbed into bed. About 30 minutes later, I heard a very drunk Janet coming home, dressed in her morning outfit so I started to doubt I really saw her at the club. She crawled into bed after undressing and snuggled behind me. I could smell the smoke, drink and cologne of some guy on her, but she quickly fell asleep and then so did I.

That Saturday morning, we both woke up with a hangover, I think hers was much worse than mine, as the coffee had pretty much solved mine, but she was haggard looking, feeling a great deal of pain, walking gingerly. I made her some scrambled eggs and toast after handing her a cup of coffee and asked her about her date with the client. She looked at me blearily, waved me away with a groan, and slowly started to eat the eggs and toast while gulping her coffee and then some aspirin with plenty of water! It was not until she was finished that she started to tell the story of how they went to a restaurant to have a nice quiet dinner and talk about maybe having Marcus, her new client that she wanted to get featured at Ebonygirl, into a shoot, and that was when he decided to take the meeting to a dance club, where we drank way too much, but I think I convinced him to let me try and get him into Ebonygirl with me doing the shoot! I should not have let him talk me into the club as it was loud, drunken like a frat party that had us yelling over the music, but I needed to make this work as Marcus could be a boon to the company and landing him may get me a promotion and pay raise. He was a hard negotiator, but I blew all his resistance away and got what we wanted, which means you will be a star photographer in no time baby!

Chapter 3

Life moved on for both of us as it has a wont to do, both of us busy at work, Janet with her clients and marketing, me with Antonee and photoshoots of black men with large cocks for the magazine. It never ceased to amaze me on how almost every black guy I saw, was way larger than I could have ever imagined and with all that was going on, I noted my little penis and balls were decidedly smaller and almost incapable of getting erect, so Janet and my sex life diminished considerably with one of us almost always wearing that dildo she had from so long ago. While I absolutely adored my wife and snacking on that succulent pussy of hers, she almost never even bothered to blow me anymore, but I did notice how much she liked playing with my breasts that were maybe now an overflowing "B" cup and 'oh so sensitive' that she could produce an orgasm in me just by playing with them! Janet even got more vocal and demanding when we used the strap on. If she were pegging me, her vocality's were about 'fucking her little bitch', but if I wore it, it was always about 'fuck me harder like you mean it bitch, fuck me with that big cock like we both like it!'. Janet's work kept her away longer and longer each day so that on the weekends, she just wanted to relax, while I started to do more and more housework. At first, I did not mind as I know my job was simpler, with shorter hours, maybe a little guilty about Antonee, while she was under a ton of pressure to make more magic with marketing and getting Zavier Xenaprin to agree to a shoot. Well after another month, it happened!

Janet wore a nice business skirt-suit in dark grey pinstripe with suntan hose, 3-inch pink heels and a light pink shirt underneath the blazer and looked every inch the smart executive lady. In contrast, I had on some white 3-pocket Brazilian cut jeans that had a horseshoe gusset on the back with no rear pockets, a red top and red 5-inch heels. The red bra and panty set, along with the jewelry and make up gave me a more hip, but sexy, working girl vibe. Rebeccahh and I set up the shoot with a beach theme and grabbed some board shorts as well as some speedo type suits, Hawaiian style shirts, and were ready to go!

When I saw Janet come in with Marcus, I knew I had seen him somewhere before. He looked so familiar I just could not place him, but his build was what we expected, six foot, 3 inches tall, well-muscled, reminded me of Eddie Murphy from Beverly Hills Cop, only more muscular, and he had that same twang accent that Antonee had when we got introduced and that was why he looked familiar, I thought, as he ended up being Antonee's brother! Janet stayed to 'watch the shoot' and 'care for her client' but I had the distinct feeling it was because she wanted to see this guy naked!

Well, the shoot went about as planned, poses, actions, costume changes so we could do it again, then it started into the nudes and all the ladies pressed forward to check his junk and they were not at all disappointed, as his shit was even bigger than Antonee's if that was possible. He just looked at me and waggled his hips before saying,

"Come over and give me a hand with this missy, you know, like you do with my brother!"

I just looked at Janet, then Rebeccahh, and finally Ms. Xenaprin who just nodded like it was an accepted practice, so I dutifully knelt in front of him, took his huge cock into my hands after applying some lotion and stroked him till he was hard when I then heard him say commandingly,

"Now suck it sissy, get it nice and hard with your mouth! Just like you do!"

I looked up at him with wide eyes wondering how he would know I was a sissy cocksucker, and it fell straight to Antonee I immediately thought. That was also when I heard soft chants from the crew,

"Suck it, suck his cock, suck it" repeated over and over.

Unable to resist as he lunged forward, so it slapped against my face, I went on autopilot and stuffed it into my mouth on his next lunge forward! His cock tasted kind of like Antonee's and something else, but it was so tasty, good, I started to bob up and down on it, playing with his big, fat, balls while sucking it deeper and deeper down my throat. I looked up at him to see him looking down at me, using a hand to brush my hair away so he could watch me suck his cock to hardness, when he said,

"She-it Janet, this bitch suck cock like a pro and is way better than you, you may want her to give you lessons and she, groan, is taking my entire length! Shit girl, you better stop, or I am gonna bust a nut in your mouth just like I busted one inside her earlier this morning! She tastes as good as my cock baby?"

That's when my mind clicked, I pulled off him, just staring between him and Janet, his cock still in one hand, knowing I had tasted him so many times this past year when she had me suck on her pussy! She had been cheating for over a year, and is that why my tits had grown? Hormones?!? Janet planned on my being too feminized to do anything about it, but the cat was out of the bag! I stood up, handed the camera to Rebeccahh and left the shoot, running into the bathroom to suddenly have my stomach clench and force me to my knees in-front of the toilet, vomiting out lunch in disgrace and anguish that my wife had made me a cuckold and a girl so she could cheat!

Suddenly, I had a new determination to stand up for myself! I was a man and could be one once again...except I knew deep down, I would never measure up to real men like the men I had been photographing for months now. With a sigh, I stood, cleaned my mouth, flushed the toilet, and touched up my make-up thinking, yep, a real man wearing make-up, and girly outfits will win this fight. NOT! I needed a plan on how to fix this and really quick or I could see my life becoming an even bigger question mark.

When I got back to the shoot, Rebeccahh had taken over, Janet would not meet my eyes, nor would anyone else, except Marcus who appeared to think I would suck him off as a happy ending to the shoot.

"I apologize everyone, it must have been something I ate that didn't settle well in my stomach. I am OK now and can finish up the shoot. Thanks for covering Rebeccahh, you're a doll as always!"

We finished up the shoot, then said our goodbyes with Marcus trying to get my number, so I just flashed my ring at him...then asked rather loudly and pointedly,

"Why would you want my number, when you obviously are dating another married woman? Do you not have any shame, asking out another girl while in the presence of your own girl, or do you just think you are that good?" Then shook my head in disgust as I walked away from him. Janet tried to approach but I shook her off with something about having to check the shoot and we could chat later.

Once I got home, I told her,

"Your cheating means we are through; I will move all my stuff to the spare room, and you can keep the master bedroom so you and your 'boyfriend' Marcus could share it as I was no longer interested! But I must know why the feminization, why not just come out and tell me you were cheating? Why the charade, why not be honest like I have always been with you?"

"Oh, please honey, you can't stand there dressed as you are and not like it, you know I knew about your crossdressing before we even started to transition you and after how many months on HRT, you are never going back as a man, let alone a real man. However, it was the way you were such a caring, tender lover, that made me fall in love with you. Sometimes, as I am sure you have discovered after 'fluffing' those models, that a girl just needs a big cock to fuck her silly occasionally, but that tenderness you provide is needed sometimes too! You want a divorce? fine! I won't contest it, but think about your life going forward, a slutty little photographer fluffing black men for soft porn magazines will not have a long job expectancy!"

"Oh Janet, you don't get it do you? I wanted to be that tender lover because I loved you, not because I wanted to be a girl or us to be lesbians! What it sounds like is you want your cake, and to eat it too! Or was making me a girl part of the plan once you were banging Marcus so I could not contest it? Goodnight!"

I went into the spare room and slept poorly till the morning where I made coffee, had a small bowl of yogurt and granola with a few bits of fruit before showering and dressing in tight jeans, a nice top and some low heels before heading off to work, all before Janet even woke up.

It was a quiet day at work and the whole staff seemed to know what went down, so I was treated kindly by many. Around lunch time, Antonee sent me flowers once again and the card said he had heard from Marcus about his affair with my wife and was sorry about it and that he was available for me if I needed a shoulder to cry on. We met up that afternoon just after work and he was tender, compassionate, and even said that Janet must have informed Marcus that I was a crossdresser, and he had put two and two together when he talked about the hot photographer he liked. He apologized for being involved in that situation and was helpful in that he recommended a lawyer for me that he knew handled divorces. He was so kind that he even offered me a place to stay. Saying I should get out of that house as it would just keep on bringing pain. Antonee even offered me a room at his place if I needed one till I could get a place of my own. Thanking him, I knew it was only a matter of time till he was right, and I could no longer stay with Janet, so spoke to his lawyer friend that evening and started the paperwork. Two weeks later, I was living with Antonee, back on HRT since Janet had cancelled the prescription, she had started to make me more feminine. Truth be told, I spent more time in Antonee's bed, than my own, with the sex being unbelievably good. At work, I stopped 'fluffing' and let Rebeccahh do it and after about the first week, she noted that I was not wearing the wedding ring and not fluffing the models, so was I hooked up with that fine model? When she heard I was living with him, and divorcing Janet, she got all excited and happy for me.

Antonee and I started in on the roleplay games that Janet and I used to do just to spice up the sex life that never seemed to be enough for me. The more he fucked me with that amazing big black cock of his, the more I wanted it. We were having sex at least once a day in almost any room of the house. When he got horny, I knew it and encouraged him by being a constant cock tease. He surprised me one Saturday morning by laying a skimpy little French Maid outfit on the bed for me. It was the usual black, figure hugging, low cut, square bodice with the short little taffeta underskirt lifting the outer skirt, the tiny white lacy apron, hat, choker, and cuffs, a black panty, garter set with reinforced stockings, 5-inch patent black pumps. I looked at him in surprise, then with a grin, put it all on while he watched me dress...I loved the tease for him as I saw the excitement building in his crotch. Once dressed, I turned to him and in my best bad French accent said,

"Monsieur! I am ready to do the work, what would you have Fifi perform for you?"

With a grin he took me to the kitchen which had a bucket containing soapy water and a sponge. With an authoritative command he told me,

"Bitch. I want you to clean the kitchen, I would have thought that was obvious. Since you are too inexperienced to know that, I guess I am going to have to watch you to insure you get it right!"

Suddenly a little peeved and wondering if this really was a roleplay, I started to clean the kitchen, do the dishes, wipe down the counters. I had to stretch or lift one leg a few times on the counters and gleefully noted that it was turning him on, so realized this was all a show for him and one of his little fantasies, so really started to work in the sexy moves to tease him even more by bending over at the waist instead of squatting, flipping my hair, checking my stocking seam by turning a leg and trying to straighten it. I could tell he was getting bothered so started to use the large sponge on the floor, getting it soapy, wet and then accidentally getting myself slowly covered in the water so it made the dress cling even more, or being on my hands and knees so my bottom was totally exposed for him so that when I was down on my hands and knees, he finally caved and with a growl, stepped up behind me, spanking my ass. I must have jumped and yelped as I was not expecting it, but he turned me about so I could see his cock already out, hard and ready as he said,

"Clean my cock you slutty little maid, I knew you might be good for only one thing!" As he shoved his cock into my mouth!

I dutifully started to suck his cock, wrapping my two hands about his length as the head was trapped between my lips. Hearing him moan out a 'yes' told me all I needed to know. I was in charge once again even if he thought he was! My mouth sucked, licked and taunted him, while my tongue spit shined his glorious manhood with worshipful dedication. Soon I was deepthroating him, humming in my throat to excite him, while playing with his balls. Occasionally I would lick up and down the length of his shaft, pushing the tip of my tongue into his pee slit, then sucking his cock hard to draw out more. His hands on my head showed he wanted to face fuck me, so I opened my mouth making an "O" for his pleasure as he pushed his cock in and out of my throat, balls deep, in long steady strokes!

When he pulled out, I looked up at him in a pout until he stood me up to bend me over the kitchen counter, lifting my skirt, and pushed himself into my hungry boi-pussy. I sighed as he bottomed out and started to pump me for all he was worth, I lifted a leg up onto the counter, so he had better access, but he spanked me again, telling me to put it down and take it like the cheap cock slut he knew I was. His commanding nature was so different from his normal loving disposition, I was worried, but still extremely turned on! It was so overwhelming to be treated so insignificantly as just a sex toy for his pleasure, that I was crying out, yelping in excitement, begging,

"Fuck me harder, seed me, I'm your little fuck toy, yes, yes, yes, oh god it is so good! Your black cock is so big, I love it! Never stop fucking me, you own my pussy, master....oh, oh my god, oh, I...oh my god....Cumming!" I shouted out the last bit.

My whole body shook in orgasm, I was lost in the waves of pleasure rolling over my body, the joy I felt as he continued to pump his organ into me, I felt another orgasm suddenly peek and explode with a suddenness that shocked us both! My eyes rolled back in my head, and I think I blacked out for a couple of seconds, because when I came back to reality, he was still madly fucking me like he did not even notice! When he suddenly pulled out of me, I moaned in despair until he flipped me about, lifted me up onto his cock so I had to wrap my legs about his waist, my arms around his neck, while his hands grasped my ass so he could lift me up and down onto his big black cock. I was kissing him all over his face, moaning like some whore, whispering to him how I wanted to feel his come fill my pussy and flow down my legs, making me his! He must have fucked me like that for another 10-15 minutes before I felt him tense up, shudder, stabbing into me once again so that I felt his cock expand, then twitch as rope after rope of his semen flooded into me, triggering another orgasm for me as I seated myself tightly onto that love pole that was impaling me!

We both were gasping for breath as we came down from the post coitus bliss. His cock slowly deflated and slipped out of me with a plop, suddenly removing the blockage in my well fucked ass so that his cream pie of come started to drip down my legs. I felt so dirty and sexy at the same time! Antonee set me down, grabbed a paper towel, which he handed to me with a shit eating grin before saying,

"Damn baby girl, you so hot, and such a fuckin tease! I am gonna get you some bling on that booty tomorrow and make sure everyone knows you my girl!"

"Oh, Honey, I don't need a ring, I just need you right now! The way you make me feel is enough!"

"Not ring. Bling. I am getting you a tat tomorrow. Lower back, set of card suits, you know Club, Heart, Spade and Diamond!"

"But baby, I am not sure about that...a tramp stamp will make me out to be some little slutty whore and while I might be that way for you, I am not just some cheap tramp to fuck anyone!"

"Don't worry baby, I think you will like it and it will not make you out to be a tramp!"

The next morning, I reluctantly agreed to wear some very low-rise jean shorts, a cotton t-shirt and off we went to his buddy who would do the tattoo. Four hours later I was sporting a Club, a red Heart with a black rooster shadow in it, a QoS, and then a Diamond. I had to admit that it looked pretty good but knowing that the QoS marked me as BBC only was a shock, even if it was true that all I wanted was Antonee's BBC!

Chapter 4

That Saturday night I decided to role play him back and set up a dinner date and room at the downtown hotel, telling him I would meet him in the bar before dinner and he would know it was me since I would be in a little purple minidress I got special for him!

I packed my overnight bag with a swimsuit, a pair of jeans, a crop top t-shirt and some low heels for the return home Sunday, then put in my lingerie, dress, heels, clutch bag, makeup, etc. for our stay at the hotel. After a second thought, I packed some casual clothes for Antonee as well. Telling Antonee I would see him at 7 in the bar and that he may have to get me a drink before I go out to eat with him was the only warning I gave him!

Driving downtown, I checked in and spent the day shopping, lounging by the pool, reading, sipping on cool water, enjoying all the guys checking me out till it was time to go get ready for my 'date'.

Showering, washing my hair, using a scented powder and lotion I slipped into my black lace bra, thong and garter set, slid the back seamed stockings up my legs then fed the garter under my panty before clipping them onto the top of the hose. Sliding on my black, 5-inch heeled patent pumps, I stood, feeling the pull of the garter on my thighs, shaping around my bum, so I could check the seams, then sat at the little desk I had set up as a make-up table and began to work on combing out my hair into a long free flowing fall behind my head with little braided lengths at my temple that wrapped back and secured with a little clip to hold it all in place. Then it was time to work my magic on my eyes, cheeks and lips. I gave myself smokey eyes, cat wings on the liner, plenty of mascara to make the lashes pop, just a hint of blush with a light pink lipstick that matched my nails. Slipping on the purple bodycon minidress was the last step. The dress came down to about mid-thigh so if I was not careful, I could expose garter straps, and it had a nice keyhole cut out over my cleavage so they would draw attention, making my now maybe "C" cups appear much larger than that. Checking myself in the mirror, I thought I looked sexy hot and would be getting a ton of attention which is just what I wanted. It was about 630PM, so I had about 30 minutes before Antonee showed up, so grabbed my black clutch and headed to the hotel bar to grab a seat at one end.

I strutted into the bar, grabbed my seat, caught the eye of the bartender to order, when a gentleman in a suit approached and offered to buy me a drink. He was tall, white, dark haired, in decent shape, so I let him buy me a glass of wine thinking at least this will limit the number of guys hitting on me until Antonee arrives. I told him I was Kandi and that I was meeting a friend for dinner and drinks, he responded that his name was Wagner, Kurt Wagner and was in town on business and hoping to relax after a long day of meetings. He was polite, but obviously hitting on me, so I put up with it for about 15 minutes until I saw Antonee come in, look around, spy me with Kurt, frown for just a second, then approach. As he got close, I pretended to notice him, which made Kurt notice him as well, which is when Antonee said questioningly,

"Kandi, right? Sorry I am late, but the traffic was horrible! Oh, Umm Hi! I am Antonee, you are?" as he stuck out his hand to Kurt.

"I am Kurt. You must be the friend Kandi told me she was waiting on? Thanks for chatting with me Kandi, and I hope you have a nice time." He shook hands and then excused himself.

"So, am I supposed to be jealous of that guy or was he just the diversion to keep the other guys off your hotness? Can I now get you a drink and take over his spot?" he asked a little shortly.

"Mmmm, yes you can get me another glass of wine, honey. I think you scared him away enough and any other potential Lothario's from hitting on me at the bar. My don't you look scrumptious in those slacks and shirt by the way...handsome one might even say!" I quipped back at him.

"Oh yeah, you look fabulous boo. Sorry, I guess I did get a little jealous of that guy hitting on my girl!"

Hmm, we just met a few minutes ago and now I am your girl. You may want to take me to dinner before thinking we are boyfriend and girlfriend, honey. I mean what kind of girl do you take me for?" I replied in a teasing tone so he might catch on the roleplay we were doing.

"Oh, I see. Well can I take you to dinner then and we can see how things work out then?"

"I would be delighted!" I smiled, stood up, took his hand and followed him into the restaurant. We got seated in the back and I grinned at the mixed couple being seated away from the main crowd, but it was just what I wanted, so I could flirt and tease unmercifully!

We ate lobster, had some wine and then I let him pay the tab. I asked him in a low seductive whisper if he wanted to take me back to my room and he nodded, stood, held out his hand to help me get up. I swiveled out my legs, which made my short skirt rise up so he got a long look at my garters, my long stockinged legs and I bet a bit of my panties as I stood. He offered his arm, which I took and steered him to the elevator where once inside, I threw myself into his arms, wrapping mine about his neck, kissing him passionately with plenty of tongue! The door 'dinged', opened so we could walk to my room. When we got to the door, I stopped, looked at him and whispered,

"Did you want to come in for a drink...or are you staying the night?"

I could not believe it when he pulled me into his arms, kissing me! My foot popped as my arms wrapped about his neck, to lift me up closer to his lips. Our tongues dueled as his hands came down to my ass and squeezed. The passion in his kiss made me moan in his mouth as he then opened the door, picking me up so that my legs wrapped about his hips, he carried me into the Hotel room! The entire way, I felt his manhood growing and throbbing against me, making me want him, reflexively grinding myself against it, humping like some bitch in heat as I kissed him, bit at his lips, sucked on his neck, reveling in the taste and heat of his skin. I was so horny from all the attention I had gotten at the bar and dinner, but never had wanted to have sex with a man so bad in my life! It was like I was possessed by some carnal spirit who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted...and it wanted that big black cock of his in my mouth and in my ass-pussy so bad I could not stand it! As we got into the room, he set me down in that little hall before the door and the actual bedroom and started to take off his shirt as I kicked the door closed before pulling his pants down in a hurried manner so I could get to his cock. When it popped out of his pants in front of my face, I sighed and stuffed it immediately into my mouth. My worship of his cock continued for several minutes as I stuffed more and more of it down my throat, looking up at him, while he was looking down at me. The noises coming out of me as I sucked and slurped on that black behemoth were pure unadulterated carnal pleasure! When I finally felt him tensing to come, I pulled off his cock, stroking it with my hands so it pointed at my face and said,

"Come all over my face baby. Make me your bitch! Feed me your seed!"

I opened my mouth and extended my tongue just in time, as some squirted across my face, as I tried to catch his ejaculations into my mouth. Two bursts went across my face before I had him better aimed straight into my mouth and the final four explosions of his seed, fell to my waiting tongue and lips as I smiled up at him. Using his cock as a spoon, I wiped up his semen from across my face and fed it into my mouth, opening it wide so he could see it, then swallowing it and opening my mouth again so he knew I did, before popping his cock back into my mouth to lap at the frenum while lightly sucking on the head to keep him hard. When I was satisfied that he was fully erect again, I reluctantly slipped him from my mouth and fell back against the wall. He lifted me up to stand before him, then his hands reached up under my skirt, hooked under my thong and pulled it down off my legs so I could spread them. He knelt, spinning me about so I faced the wall, stuffed his tongue into my bung hole for a few minutes driving me wild with anticipation. When he stood, he spit on his hand, rubbed it over his cock, spit again so he could finger my boi-pussy before slipping his cock inside me. I groaned in lust as his big black cock pierced into me, then after letting me get used to it, he pushed it slowly in and out over the whole length, making me start to hump back onto it and clench my sphincter to try to slow its withdrawal. I was being fucked like a woman when she is fucked by a man and loving it! My legs were spreading wide as I braced against the wall, back arched so that I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusting hips, begging him to fuck me, twisting about so we could kiss. The noises coming from me were just like you hear in porn movies!

"Oh god! It's so big! I love your cock inside me! Yes! Fuck me baby! Seed me, stuff me with your cock....it feels so good, Oh, God, yes. So full! Right like that! Yes! Oh, God, yes! This is what it feels like when .....I.....I'mmmmm......Commiinnnggg!"

I shuddered and had to bite my hand as I squealed in orgasm to somewhat quiet the shriek of pleasure. It was like a whole-body experience instead of that pinpointed at the organ kind of orgasm I normally had as a man! Antonee slowed a bit for me to recover and then started to push in an out of me again almost immediately! I was crying out and moaning in orgasm after orgasm from the feelings as he pounded his cock into me against my prostrate until I felt his pace shift, quicken into shorter strokes until I felt his cock get very hot, thicken, and pulse his seed into me, painting my insides, making me come once again in a fevered out of body, eye rolling into the back of my head, orgasm where when completed, I collapsed into a sweaty, limp form, breathing in ragged gasps, between kissing him madly with tears leaking slowly from my eyes. He looked at me with concern for a moment as I breathlessly told him,

"I have never had an orgasm so powerful or plentiful! I can't believe how much you made me come over and over again! Oh, My, God! It was so good baby! If I had known it was like this for a woman, I would have transitioned years ago!"

He just grinned at me and picked me up onto my knees so I could clean his cock. As I finished sucking him clean, I got him hard so he could fuck me again. This time, I was placed on the bed, on my stomach, while he lifted me by the waist, so I was on all fours, and he spanked my right cheek before pushing into me once again. I thrust back hard onto his beautiful, big, black, cock so that when my ass cheeks hit his thighs, there was that wonderful slapping noise of some good sex that got me even more wound up so that I was thrusting back onto him, moaning into my pillow as he spanked my ass or used my hips as handles to drive into me. My arms gave out, so my ass was high in the air, but my face was on the bed as I chewed my pillow to keep from crying out or screaming in lust. He stopped, lifted my ass a little higher then stood and squatted behind me as he pounded his cock into my hot, oversexed ass-pussy until he slipped out, pushed my ass down so I was almost prone and then mounted me again! He pushed into me for what seemed like hours, making me come multiple times until I finally felt him orgasm once again drawing a cry of pleasure and accomplishment out of me. When his cock finally softened and slipped out of me, I rolled over, took it into my hand and stroked it slowly before then raising my hand to my mouth to lick it clean and say,

"Fuck, that was so good. You can feed me that wonderful cock anytime you want baby. Now let me clean you up!" So, saying, I eased down and once again spit shined his cock with my mouth and tongue until it was clean of any sexual drippings. Once I had done that, I lay on my side after removing my dress, heels, and make-up, leaving me in just a bra, garter, and laddered stockings, so he could spoon me from behind and fell asleep.

Waking to the feel of him spooning me still, that big cock of his flexing between my ass cheeks, felt so sexy and wanton all at the same time. I felt a little sore back there so did what I liked best as a woman. Slipping down below the covers, I took Antonee into my mouth, worshipping his manhood, that BBC that proved my small, little, boy clit was not really for pussy, but just for decoration. While sucking his cock, I realized that it had gotten even smaller, maybe 2-inches when stretched out, about as big around as my finger. My balls were now little marbles at best, so tucking them up, taping my clittie down was a simple process, that made me sit to pee, but still leaked massively when excited, just like I was now!

I could hear him moaning as I ministered to his cock, groaning in his sleep, his hips thrusting slightly as I bobbed up and down on his cock, hungry for his ambrosia. Suddenly he stirred, placed a hand on the back of my head, thrust up into my mouth, twitching as his load left him in 3 large spurts of gooey goodness. I licked him clean, lifted the sheets, smiling at him as he grinned down at me and told him,

"Mmm, best breakfast in the world, but I still need coffee at a minimum lover! Let's shower and go get some breakfast!"

"Coffee sounds good, but a shower sounds even better as I bet, we reek of sex!" he chuckled.

He got out of bed, already naked, but I had to remove the bra, garter and stockings before climbing into the shower with him. We soaped each other up, teasing each other until he spun me about, facing the wall and fucked me silly once again! God, his stamina was incredible, and I wanted his cock inside me at every opportunity as I was completely addicted to him at this point. He had to wear what I brought him, which was a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt, some sneaks and no underwear, giggle. I wore the jeans and such I brought, combed my hair out and did minimal make-up so we could go down for breakfast and coffee! During breakfast I told him that I wanted to make him a bit jealous due to the 'maid roleplay' but I think I ended up falling hard for him and hoped I was not just some little 'white girl sex fling' for him? He smiled and said that since I have been living with him for some months now, it obviously was not some 'white girl sex fling' for him.

Chapter 5

We had now been living together for about 6 months, I had been promoted to the Senior photographer after Rebeccahh retired, and have to admit that every once in a while, I did fluff a client or two who were just too sexy hot not to, but my relationship with Antonee was just getting better every day and the other ladies at work were almost able to forgive that 'white girl bitch' from taking that fine black man away from them! I can't tell you how many times we would giggle about me taking him away from them when out to drinks and either I would turn all men down, or Antonee would show up and I would be all over him to make sure the sluts at the club knew he was my man!

The HRT changes were now about as far as it would go, with me looking very feminine, but still just shy of "C" cup breasts. My work life was great, my private life was as good as could be with Antonee, my divorce was finalized, She kept the house, but I did get a substantial payout with no alimony as agreed and she moved in with Marcus from what I had heard, but did not get her promotion as hoped due to it getting out that she was sleeping with a client and the old time leadership frowned on it unless it was a one-time thing and not an ongoing relationship. It was on the first of September when Antonee asked me about what I was bummed about one night and I told him I felt my breasts were just not big enough! I know how the guys all look at big titted women as being more attractive, so wanted to gain a cup size! Did he think I was weird for wanting that? We ended up talking to my doctor who said he could do it in a couple of weeks as an outpatient, so I booked it!

Antonee drove me there, and once there I asked the doctor to also perform an orchiectomy as well as the augmentation and he agreed! I ended up having to stay the night, but the next day I was let out and of course, had to go shopping for new bras! The "D" cup breasts were just a bit to big for my body size, but they looked so good, and best of all, drove Antonee to distraction! I found that I could make him stop whatever he was doing if I bounced or jiggled my girls! I loved the sudden power my breasts had!

About a month after I got my augmentations, I saw Janet at the boutique, and she looked like hell. Her eyes had bags under them, she had bruises on her neck, or maybe really big hickies, a limp and her wrists were also marked like they had been cuffed or bound for too long or too tightly. She gave me a polite 'hello' and I responded in kind. We chatted for a short time and decided to get a coffee where she apologized for being so cruel to me after I 'transitioned for that job she wanted me to get' but she felt so betrayed, she did not know what to do. Marcus encouraged the harshness as he was appalled by me being a sissy, and ended up being such a forceful lover, she had never had such overpowering sexual experiences before and did not want to lose that too, so did as he requested. Sadly, as expected, he tired of her and became more and more rough in their sexual experimentation until he was truly physically hurting her! He really seemed to get off on the rougher sex, and initially she did too, but when she started to get inked, pierced, made to have sex with other black men and generally treated as some black owned, white bitch, fuck toy, she started to question the relationship. That got her slapped, spanked or abused in other manners until she came to fear him. When she was forced to be the object of a four-guy gang bang by Marcus and three of his buddies at the club last weekend, she knew it was only a matter of time until he really hurt her, so they broke up just the other day, but now she is afraid he may come back and hurt her, or worse, even after changing the locks on the house. She also felt that her starting to look like white trash instead of a professional had something to do with her not getting the promo besides the fact that the leadership frowned on member/client relationships.

I did my best to console her and let her know I did not bear her any ill will, but I bet all of this could have been avoided if she had talked to me initially about my fetish for crossdressing or even maybe taking part in it. Now I was Antonee's girl, so it was a moot point. I did make a point of telling her maybe we could find her a nice guy, like I did. She surprised me by saying she could only date black men now as Marcus had insured, she was not going to be well accepted by a good white man anymore...and if he did not have a massive cock like she was now used to having, that would only end up like our relationship did. Her need for a big cock inside her was now a driving force on why she was so haggard lately as well.

Knowing that Ebonygirl was having a Halloween party in a few weeks, I told her that Antonee and I were going and that a bunch of the other models and clients had been invited, so I would check with Ms. Xenaprin to insure she got one and maybe she could have a good time without the worry of Marcus demeaning her. I was thrilled that she agreed!

Antonee and I dressed as a couple in that he was a preacher, I was the naughty catholic schoolgirl...cliche, I know, but I was almost positive the women would all be in some risqué outfits to begin with. What really surprised me was that when Janet showed up at our place to go with us, she was dressed as a 'sexy Nun' in a barely there latex teddy, a latex habit and stockings and heels. The really shocking part was that every part of her was inked! Her legs, her arms, her back and she admitted that even her front had been tattooed by Marcus or one of his buddies! Then she admitted that besides the bellybutton she had always had, she had her nipples, her tongue, and even her labia and clit pierced! No wonder she felt like she looked like white trash. Because she did!

We were mingling with others as well as Janet when her head popped up and wide-eyed blatantly stared at someone while softly asking,

"Who is that tall drink of water!?"

"Oh , ummm, that is Kevin "Herc" Xinaprin, he is a minor owner who used to be married to Ms. Xenaprin, but divorced about two years ago due to his....dalliances I think the story goes." Anothony responded with a subdued whisper back.

Kevin Xenaprin was dressed in an old-style Laker's uniform that was just the tank and the old style short shorts the guys used to wear. He was covered in ink, about 6'4" tall, sandy colored hair, a soft sprinkle of freckles on his nose and cheeks under just dreamy blue eyes, that reminded me of that character played by Brendan Frazier in Bedazzled. The bulge in his shorts was almost obscene, so Janet gave out a sigh of admiration and then wasted no time in engaging him in small talk back to us, where he seemed to know Antonee, and was practically drooling over Janet. It was maybe 15 minutes into chatting when he turned to Janet and asked, rather cockily I thought,

"Can you hear my confession, Sister? I have been bad and maybe you can absolve me?"

With a grin, Janet took his hand to lead him away to a bedroom! It was maybe 20 minutes later when I saw them coming back all flushed, grinning dopily, obviously having fucked. All I could think, was 'And you wonder why they think you are white trash again?' But seeing the satisfied look on both their faces made me happy for Janet, then as they got close, I could SMELL the sex on them and it made me so horny, I had to turn to Antonee and whisper, 'Take me to bed, now! That just made me so hot for your cock!'

Antonee did not even pause, but said we were going to get fresh drinks, dropped our empties off at the bar, then led me to the washroom, closed the door, then bent me over the washer, hiked up my skirt, dropped my panties and began to fuck me like some HS cheer slut under the bleachers! He had to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming out it was so good and naughty! In just a short time, I was coming and so happy that with the removal of the testes, my ejaculate was so minimal, or I would have been spraying it all over their washer! I lifted my leg up over the washer, so Antonee had easy access, and he obliged by filling me up, thrusting balls deep repeatedly, until several minutes later, I felt him stiffen, thrusting into me one last time before coating my insides with his sperm, making me come again as well! We took a few minutes to recover, clean up a bit, insert that tampon I was so happy I thought to bring, then calmly walk back out to the party ourselves. It did not help that as we walked out, Janet and Kevin approached us with knowing grins and asked us to join them on a double date next week.

Well, the date went well, Janet and Kevin started dating, to which I teased her about liking men named Kevin, Anthonee and I got engaged at Christmas, Ms. Zavier Xenaprin gave me a nice promo and raise as the top photographer in her business. The fact that I was fluffing maybe half the models may have had something to do with the rave reviews I was getting, but I like to think my work spoke for itself!

You should see the next month's spread that has Antonee, me, Janet and Kevin at the beach for an 'Aruba gone wild' spread. We look so good in bikinis and the guys look even better in nothing at all with us draped all over them!

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