Preparing Me for Him

All characters are fictional and over the age of consent.

Have you ever accidentally met some one who had an unexpected impact on your life?

I applied moisturizer to my legs after I shaved them. Yes, I could have used Nair or some other hair removal product like I did on my chest and arms. But for my legs and under arms I was using a Lady Schick razor. It takes time and it's those times that I think about Cyrus, my hero, my man, my Black man as I prepared to give myself to him.

I thought we met by accident.

It happened like this. I was leaving the office in downtown NYC when he first approached me. "Um Miss, did you drop this," he smiled his handsome smile holding a beautiful bracelet.

"No sir. And I'm not a Miss, I'm a Mr."

"Excuse me. It's just your walk, your pretty face, sexy smile. My mistake. but, if you want to change your mind, I'll be around."

He seemed to be there at the end of my workdays. Two, three times a week he'd always wave and walk a bit with me until he realized I wasn't falling for his sweet attempt to hit on me.

This went on for a month, maybe longer when fortune made herself known to me.

One night, on my way home I was accosted by two Black ruffians as I walked the 3 blocks to my apartment. These aggressive men threatened me and demanded my money and my watch. I was shaking all over as I tried to extract my wallet from my pocket when out of no where, a big man appeared and chased away my antagonists.

"Are you okay, Miss?" He asked as we watched those two would-be robbers flee.

"You're my hero," I gushed in relief. "My savior. How can I ever thank you?"

"It was nothing, ma'am," he smiled, mistaking me as a woman.

I didn't bother to correct him. After his act of bravery, I had no desire to hurt his feelings. "Your kindness is appreciated. Can I do anything for you, kind sir?"

"Join me for a drink?"

"Only if you let me pay for it," I smiled touching his arm. I made an appraisal of my superman. He could have been a professional athlete. Maybe free safety. Tall, well built but not overly so. At 6' 3 or so, he towered above me. He looked like some body I thought I should know.

His soft brown eyes, the way they looked at me filled me with a feeling such as I had never before experienced. Maybe it was because my adrenaline was still coursing through my body that made me shiver.

My hero saw me shaking. Taking my hand, he smiled and spoke softly. "It's over now Miss. You're safe now. I'll keep you safe."

And for some reason, after my scare, I wanted him to keep me safe. "You're very kind," I smiled back. "Come, let me buy you a thank you drink," I said pulled on his hand to take him to nearby restaurant and lounge.

I was still holding his hand when we reached our destination. He let go to open the door and letting me enter first.

"Here beautiful, let me pull your chair out for you."

My hero helped me into my chair and scooted me in. "Let me order from the bar. What would you like, Miss?"

"I would love an appletini, please."

I watched him move smoothly through the crowd which seemed to part to let him pass. "Like Moses parting the Red Sea," I smiled inwardly.

He was smiling as he returned with our drinks. "One appletini for my lady and one scotch for her man," he said placing my glass down.

"You know I'm a man, don't you?" I asked hoping to resolve his confusion.

It was then that I recognized him. "Oh, it's you," I smiled reaching for his large hand that rested on our small table. "I remember you now."

His eyes lit up, his soft, and deep baritone laugh warmed me. He turned his hand over to interlace our fingers. "It's me again, baby. I still think that bracelet would look on your slender wrist."

"And you think my walk, my big bottom makes me a woman? That's cute. "I'm johnnie, sir. May I have your name, please?"

"I'm Cyrus and I mean no disrespect when I call you Miss and lady. It's just that you are so beautiful and very sexy. I cannot be the first man to lust after you, am I?"

Cyrus was right. He was not the first. Certain men, the masculine, rugged type of men have been hitting on me for a few years now. I have no idea where that magnetism comes from.

"No, Cyrus. You're not the first man to want me," I blushed and confessed. "It happens a lot but I don't know why?"

"Baby, you don't mind if I call you baby, do you? It's just that you put out a vibe, maybe a scent or something. I can't put a finger on it but I'd like to put my hands on you."

"You men," I tittered.

"You haven't answered my question. Do you mind if I call you baby?"

I studied his face while considering my answer. "What harm could it cause," I decided. "No. You can call me baby, Cyrus."

To me, I was thinking this would be a one-off event anyway. So why not let the man who saved me call me baby?"

But it was not to be a one-off. After he let me pay for our drinks, Cyrus insisted he walk me home. Placing his strong arm over my shoulder protectively, he saw me to my apartment entrance.

"Can I see you again, Miss johnnie?"

"Oh, I don't know, my sweet man. Maybe we'll bump into each other again sometime."

"I'd like that," he said and quickly, before I could react, Cyrus leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"Good night, Cyrus," I giggled in surprise and left him standing there.

In my apartment I noticed my dick was hard as I remembered his kiss and how he wanted to protect me. I masturbated in the shower feeling guilty afterwards.

Two days later at work, I was called by security to come down to the main entrance. "You have a delivery, johnnie," the nice security guard told me.

"Oh my," I thought seeing the single yellow rose and accompanying note.

"Pleased to have met you Miss johnnie. Please meet me at the same place for a drink after work. Your truly. Cyrus."

"How sweet," I smiled to myself. I left the lobby leaving the security guards with smiles on their faces.

5 o'clock came and on the elevator down, I was contemplating whether to meet my hero or not. I knew he was hitting on me. When that happened in the past, I'd shrug it off. With Cyrus though, it was different.

Yes he saved me but it wasn't just that. The way he treated me, protected me. I liked it and I liked him. I made up my mind that I would see him again tonight.

I didn't have to make that decision. Cyrus made it for me. He was standing outside my office building when I exited. "There she is," he beamed. "Did you get my gift, baby?"

I blushed as a few co-workers heard him. "Yes, Cyrus," I said pulling him by his hand away from my place of work. "It was very thoughtful of you. Thank you, but you didn't have to do that."

Our fingers were laced again as we walked hand in hand down the street. I felt very safe and protected in his company.

"Yeah, baby. I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. Been thinking about you a lot."

I'd been thinking of Cyrus too. That night after he walked me home, I had to tend to an erection which was caused by the unexpected kiss on my cheek. I didn't tell him any of that. Not then anyway.

"You're sweet," I squeezed his hand.

He held the door for me, seated me, brought me an appletini, all like before. "You're going to spoil me Cyrus. Thank you, my friend."

Cyrus brushed the hair from my forehead, "I want to be more than a friend to you, Miss johnnie."

"Cyrus, my dear man, I know. I know what you want. But please understand Cyrus, I'm not like that. I have feelings for you too but I don't think they're the same as what you're feeling for me."

That I admitted I had feelings for Cyrus, was my first step into something taboo, new, and exciting but at the same time, scary. But I wasn't ready for that. Not yet. I was in denial. Tamping down my true feelings, my deepest darkest desires, I squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry Cyrus."

He didn't appear to be disappointed at all. He smiled. "My girl is playing hard to get. I'll just have to try harder."

He was there most days after work. When he wasn't, I found I missed him. I wondered if his absences were calculated.

I liked having drinks with my hero. As I spent more time with Cyrus, the more I felt a desire to please him in the way he wanted. But I fought the sinful desire to go all the way in to gay sex. It was a tough fight I can tell you. And one I was afraid I was losing.

Weeks turned into months. Cyrus never stopped his advances and I gradually weakened over time. I was dangerously close to giving in. I stopped brushing his hands away when he'd feel my bottom and other places on my body.

Then there was that time when he was visiting me. We'd had a couple drinks and Cyrus was playfully chasing me around my apartment. I slipped on an area rug and twisted my ankle just a bit. Like always, my protector picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to my bed.

He stood holding me while I draped my arms around his neck. His large hand holding my big bottom felt nice. "Cyrus," I whispered in his ear. "If you keep feeling me up, I might do something I'll regret."

"Just looking after my baby," he said as he placed me gently on my bed. He stood looking down at me. Our eyes met for the longest time. It took every bit of resolve remaining for me not to open my arms and bring him to me.

I think at that moment, we both knew it would happen eventually.

Then there was the time when after work, Cyrus took me out for happy hour. I drank too much and my hero took me home to his place. I woke in his bed wearing nothing but my red nylon bikini briefs. You know the type. No "Y" front. Just a flat panel.

You may wonder why I would wear such feminine underpants. It's like this. First, I get them in the men's department. My big bottom makes it hard for me to buy off the rack pants. If they fit my bottom, the waist is way to big. That's why I wear hip huggers when dressed casual. Hip huggers don't need to be tailored to fit. But standard men's underpants blouse out of those low slung pants. That is why I opt for the tiny men's bikini briefs. They don't show.

Cyrus was laying beside me. It was a shock to find myself in his bed with him. "Cyrus, how did I get here?"

He explained that I had gotten tipsy and on our way out I fell into his arms. "I couldn't leave you to the wolves, baby. I brought you home, got you undressed, and put you to bed.

"Did you..., did we, um...?"

Cyrus rolled on his side facing me. He allowed the sheet to fall away. Reaching out, he caressed my chest, toying with my nipples. "No my princess. We did nothing."

Relieved, I rolled on my side facing him. "Thank you for taking care of me, Cyrus," I smiled and reached out to caress the side of his handsome face. "You always take good care of your baby."

He was close enough to reach over me. Holding my bottom, Cyrus smiled. "I always will, baby girl."

It was then that I felt his cock growing against my bare tummy. "Oh my," I said. He saw me looking at his big Black cock. "Nice, isn't it, Miss johnnie?"

I wanted to touch it, to stroke it, to suck it. I wanted to make it mine, and give myself to my man, my hero. But I just couldn't. Instead of touching that beautiful cock with my hand, I just let Cyrus rub himself against my bare skin before I got really scared of what I wanted to do.

"I better go now," I said quickly rising and leaving my man and his beautiful erection.

Cyrus chuckled. "Damn girl, you play hard to get better than any woman I know."

"You horny men," I giggled finding my jeans. I bent over to pick them up and put them on. My bottom faced Cyrus. I knew a big part of my red underpants covered bottom showed. But instead of being modest I played a dangerous game. I backed up close to the bed. Still bent at my waist, I playfully asked my hero if he saw something he liked.

It was a dangerous game I was playing. I knew it. But I was doing my best to overcome my reluctance to delve into the world of homosexuality. I wanted this man. I wanted to be his; his to have and to hold. But still, there was a tiny part of me that wouldn't allow me to free myself of the invisible restraints.

Having seen his cock and feeling the heat, the strength, and the fascination I had for it, I should have known better then to tease my man.

Cyrus ran his hand over my bottom. I felt him tickle my balls before running a finger up my crack.

I shivered and knew I was at a crossroad. I could have given in to my sinful desires or leave. I picked the latter. Stepping away, I pulled my jeans up and fastened them before turning to see the disappointment on Cyrus' face.

"Please have patience with my Cyrus. It's a big step for me."

He rose from the bed. I admired his naked form while he walked around the end of the large bed and came to me. His cock was hot against my still bare tummy as he held my bottom and looked down at me. "You're worth waiting for, baby," he said in his sweet way. "It's a big step for you, I know. I'm okay with us going slow like we have been for so long."

I felt a tad guilty leaving my man to masturbate when I left for home.

Cyrus made me promise to hang out with him Friday night. "We'll go to diner and clubbing afterwards. baby."

I knew I shouldn't go out with him. I didn't want to disappoint my hero, nor did I wish to keep stringing him along. But the hope on his handsome face made me relent.

"I'd like that," I surrendered by telling him a little white lie. I'd love it. I loved spending time with Cyrus. I felt safe in his company and, I confess, in his arms too. He wanted me in the worst way and I liked how sexy he made me feel.

He told me to dress casual. We'll hit a lot of places but it's all good."

"I know I'm headed for deep waters," I thought as I pulled on my tight, hip hugging skinny jeans. Those jeans were so tight and low on me as I've said that I wore a black bikini brief so my underpants didn't show.

I pulled a fuzzy blue sweater over my head, brushed out my long hair, and pulled it into my typical ponytail.

Turning from side to side, I looked at myself in my mirror. I knew Cyrus liked how my jeans made my bottom look big. My dick twitched when I thought about how Black men like big booties. I knew Cyrus did too. I was weakening.

"What are you doing, johnnie? I asked out loud as I ran my hands over my protruding bottom. Inside, I knew I was intentionally teasing my savior, my hero. I liked him wanting me.

I slipped into my gray Sketchers, checked myself in the mirror once more and left to meet my date int he lobby.

"My date," I smiled as I thought about it. "That's cute." But yet, I hoped Cyrus would be pleased with my outfit.

When the elevator door opened, my heart skipped and beat. My man, my handsome Black hero, my date was there waiting.

"There she is," his handsome face lit up. "You look lovely as ever, Miss johnnie."

I blushed and saw the door man smirking.

We held hands leaving the building. "Cyrus, what did you do," I asked seeing the driver waiting to open the read door of the limo that was curbside.

"Thank you, sir," I smiled as I entered the opened door.

"You're welcome, ma'am," he smiled and left to open the other rear door for Cyrus.

I wanted all my attention on you tonight, baby. Instead of traffic, I can look at my beautiful date."

"Cyrus, you are going to spoil me," I whispered, taking his hand and sliding up next to him.

He gave our destination to the driver and placed his arm over my shoulder again. I leaned against him comfortable in his presence. And yes, Cyrus has a presence. Some people are just there. Not Cyrus.

The whole night was like something out of the movie Good Fellas. Everywhere we went, maître' D's knew him, seated us right away. People would stop by the table to say hello to him, and nod at me when Cyrus introduced me as his date.

Downtown, mid-town, up-town, the scene was repeated where ever we went. Cyrus told me not to be worried when we entered an all Black club in Harlem. Once seated in the very crowded club, people were sending drinks, and stopping by. Cyrus treated everyone with respect as they respected him in turn.

My head was spinning by all the compliments I received from Cyrus' handsome Black friends. Both men and women made a fuss over me, Cyrus' sexy date.

I was very impressed which, I now know is what he was aiming for.

On the ride back to my apartment early in the morning, Cyrus held me close. I had quite a buzz going. "I had a wonderful time, Cyrus," I hugged him. "Um, I bought a bottle of your favorite scotch if you'd like to come up. I mean nothing will happen my sexy man but I'm asking you up if you'd like."

I wanted to be close to my date. My arm was around his waist as we walked through the lobby. It was my turn to smirk at the doorman.

I handed Cyrus my keys. He opened the door for me as usual.

Once inside, I wondered if asking him up was a mistake. My insides were a jumble as I poured my date a drink. I handed his scotch. Taking the glass in one hand, and my hand in the other, Cyrus pulled me close.

I trembled in his arm as I looked up while he sipped his drink.

"Cyrus, I'm so scared."

"Scared of what, baby girl?"

"I'm scared of what I'm about to do," I said. And I was but I was able to steady my hand enough to unzip his trousers.

Reaching inside, I fondled his cock watching his face as I dis so.

My man was nonchalant about what I was doing. It was like he expected it.

Taking me with him, Cyrus moved to set his drink down. Then he sat on my sofa with me standing between his feet. My hand was no longer in his trousers.

With my hips in both hands, Cyrus looked at me as though he was considering what to say. "johnnie, I know you've been drinking and you know how much I want you. I don't wish to take advantage of my girl if I think she's drunk."

He was rejecting me after I fought so long and hard to resist his masculine charms.

He saw the tears forming in my eyes. Standing, he took me in his arms. Titling my face up to his, "We have time, baby girl. All the time in the world. I want you. But I want you the right way. So kiss me good night for now. We'll sleep on it, and I want you to meet me at the park's Merchant Gate entrance tomorrow afternoon at 3. Okay, baby girl?"

Oh good. He wasn't rejecting me, Cyrus was respecting me. I threw my arms up and hugged his neck pulling his face to mine. I'd never kissed a man before. I didn't know what I was missing. Our lips met. I remember I moaned, raised my right leg behind me, and welcomed his tongue in my mouth.

Cyrus held my bottom and I reached for his cock. We squeezed each other before breaking our kiss. "It's a date, Cyrus," I told him as he went to the door. I kissed him quickly once more. "See you tomorrow."

"Count on it, baby girl," he smiled.

I watched him until he entered the elevator before closing my door. With my back resting against the cool metal door, I caught my breath. "Wow," I smiled inwardly. "What a night."

It was a warm day and I dressed for a day in the park. I wore some cut-off jean shorts. The same hip hugging kind I favored. I donned a tank top and tied a sweater around my neck just in case I got cold. Checking the clock, I didn't want to keep my man waiting. I took a cab the 18 blocks to 59th Street.

It was crowded and I was searching the crowds for Cyrus. Finally, there he was. "Hey girl, you're looking sexy as ever. Nice legs, baby."

"You are such a flirt, I smiled. Standing on tip toes, I gave him a quick kiss and took his hand. "So, what the plan, my sweet hero?"

"Just want to chill for a while and talk."

"Uh oh," I thought. When someone tells you we need to talk, well, you know.

"Why so serious?" I asked as we sat on a bench that wasn't coated with pigeon poop.

"I'm gonna talk and I want you to listen to me, girl. I want you to consider what I'm telling you because it's important to me."

"I'm listening, Cyrus."

He explained that him declining my advances the previous night was on purpose. He wanted to be with me but other than wanting me sober, I had to make some changes. Changes that were too important to Cyrus for me to simply discard as unreasonable.

First this was how I dressed when I was with him. He told me he wanted me to dress more feminine. No skirts, not yet, he said with a grin. He liked seeing my legs which he said were sexy, but said my shorts were too long and he didn't approve of cut-offs.

As I listened, my dick was working overtime. A man, my man telling me how to dress for him was new, different, exciting, and arousing, so very arousing.

He told me that what little body hair I had was a turn-off and if I wanted to be with him, to get rid of it.

He wanted me to grow my nails or wear fake ones and he liked red on his women.

He also told me to lose my fanny pack and suggested I begin to carry a purse like a proper woman.

"Baby girl, I know it's a big leap for you but it's what I want and expect from you. If you can't bring yourself to be what I see you as, I'll understand and move on."

"Yes, Cyrus, it's a lot. I mean it took me a long time to realize I want to be with you like last night. But all this is so sudden and overwhelming. Can I have some time to think it over?"

"Take as much time as you need sweetheart."

I left him on that bench. The look of disappointment on his handsome face filled me with regret as I walked home fighting tears.

I tossed and turned that night unable to put Cyrus' disappointment out of my mind. I hated for having hurt him. He was my hero and I had let him down.

Still, dressing, carrying a purse, nails, all those things each by themselves seemed a small price to pay for his companionship. But together, it was a lot. Maybe too much.

My Sunday was no better. Monday and Tuesday passed and my loneliness increased. Each time I looked for my man to be outside my office building waiting for me and he wasn't there. It hurt.

Cyrus wasn't there Wednesday or Thursday either and my longing for him grew each hour of every lonely day and night. He'd entered my life as my hero and treated me like, well, like a princess. His princess. And what did I do. I refused to give him the little things that he explicitly told me were important to him.

Guilt and loneliness together are heavy burdens to carry. I had to end these feelings.

I called Cyrus on Friday. Can we meet please, Cyrus," I begged him.

We met after I got off work. Hand in hand, we walked in silence to the bar that was so familiar to us. It felt so nice to be with him again. Cyrus seated me as usual then sat across from me.

I took his hand and mine. Bringing that hand to my mouth, I kissed his palm then placed it on my cheek. "Cyrus, um, do you still have that beautiful bracelet?"

"I have with me, bay girl. Why?"

"I'm ready to try it on if you still want me to wear it."

Cyrus told me I wasn't ready. "There's those things we talked about, johnnie. Those little things that are important to me. Before you get the bracelet, I need you to show me you're committed to at least trying to give me some what I need from you."

His refusal to accept my conditional surrender hurt my feelings. "I'm trying so hard, Cyrus," I confessed as tears filled my eyes.

He took pity on me but cut our evening short. "I need my girl to try harder, johnnie." We were to meet at the same bench late Saturday afternoon.

I shopped on the way home that evening to take my mind off Cyrus and my guilt.

Maybe I over spent but shopping did make me feel so much better.

The next afternoon I waited for Cyrus at the bench showing up 30 minutes early.

He sauntered by looking at me once and not recognizing me. "Cyrus," I called out softly.

"Is that you, johnnie?"

I stood up and turned around showing my man my new look. "Well, what do you have to say big man?"

My hair was parted in the middle and brushed out. I held it back from my face with a hair band.

I'd purchased a pair of pink velour shorts that left a bit too much of my lower bottom exposed. My top was a white tube top over which I had a delicate, left unbuttoned and tied at the tails, blouse the color of my shorts.

My feet were in my new wedge open toe espadrille sandals, my finger and toe nails were red. Red was, after all, the color my man wanted me to wear. I matched the color for my lips as best I could.

Instead of my fanny pack, I sported a new tan Coach purse with shoulder strap.

God damn, girl. You're fucking gorgeous."

It was the first time I'd heard Cyrus curse.

"You're looking damn good too. What does a girl have to do to get her man to kiss her?"

Right there, Spring time in Central Park, Cyrus took me in his arms. Both his hands found the exposed part of my bottom as our lips and tongues danced a tarantella.

I have never been kissed like that. There was need, desire, and wanting in my man's lips as he felt me up in public. No one dared to call us out on our PDA.

We had hotdogs from a street vendor and shared a coke. I watched my man break off part of his hotdog bun to feed it to pigeons. Little things like that can tell a girl a lot about her man. Cyrus was kind, gentle, and thoughtful. I was falling deep for him.

We spent a few hours together and when Cyrus asked if I wanted dinner, I told him I would have to change.

He told me to dress casual which was easy. Skinny jeans under which I wore a pink thong. A pretty red pull over that left my belly button bare.

I kept the wedge sandals on and Cyrus took me over to Brooklyn to Peter Lugers. "You must know everyone in this city," I said hugging his arm as we were led to a table without reservations.

We had a romantic dinner, the crowded restaurant not withstanding.

He asked me what made me decide to change for him. I squeezed his hand. I told him of all the hurt and guilt I had for not giving him what he wanted.

When we'd finished eating and it was time to leave. "Cyrus, please take me home. I want you now if you'll have me."

Once back in my apartment I told my man I needed to freshen up. And this is where I started this tale.

Moisturizer applied, I stepped into a red bikini panty. My lipstick needed touching up which I did. I tied a red ribbon on my long hair; not quite a ponytail.

Slipping into my new lavender dressing gown and pink mules, I took a breath and went out to my man.

Cyrus rose when I entered the room. Taking me in his arms, we kissed again.

This time, when I reached inside his trousers, he didn't stop me.

I pulled his cock out and stroked it until it was erect. I stepped back and gazed at the 7" Black snake in my little white hand. I looked up at my man. "It's beautiful Cyrus," I breathed.

I helped him out of his trousers and boxer brief being careful of his big Black cock.

Before he let me suck his beautiful cock, Cyrus pulled the sash holding my grown closed. Slipping it off my shoulders, my hero ran his hands over me.

I stood wearing panties, mules and goose bumps while Cyrus took his time turning me into a trembling mass of arousal.

He never touched my erection but had me turn my back to him. Kneeling, Cyrus kissed the parts of my bottom that hung out of the top and bottom of my panties.

"Oh God, Cyrus. That's enough." I told him to go sit which he did. It was my turn to kneel.

I kissed his cock maintaining eye contact. I wasn't experienced in pleasing men but did what came natural.

I rubbed his cock all over my face kissing it, licking it, then moving down to worship his balls.

"Damn baby," he sighed

"Damn baby what?" I smiled holding his cock to my breast.

He smiled back. Taking my face in his large hand, I kissed his palm while he told me he should spank my sexy pussy for making him wait so long.

"Mmm hmm. Promises, promises," I giggled and took his cock in my mouth.

I slurped and snarled my way up and down his chocolate cock before I asked, "So, you're telling me that this wasn't worth waiting for?"

"Bitch, he growled playfully. "Get back on my cock."

"Come with me, buster," I said taking his hand and leading him to my bed.

I had my man lay on his back. I untied the pink ribbon holding my hair. I felt inspired as I crawled up his body. Kissing his beautiful mouth. I turned my head so my long hair dragged slowly down his body which I could tell he loved. I tasted every inch of my handsome man, from his neck to his waist. When I reached his cock, I wrapped it in a loose handful of hair and used it to stroke and tease him.

"I waited too, Cyrus," I whispered looking up at him just before swallowing his cock again.

I sucked my man like a hungry baby. Now, totally surrendering myself to what my man wanted me to be, I turned and lay on my back. "It's time my love. Complete me. Make me your woman."

Cyrus was more than ready to make me his woman. He ripped my panty off and raised my legs. "This is going to hurt, baby. Push out while I'm entering your pussy."

The pain I felt when he shoved his big Black cock in me was my punishment for keeping my man waiting. I accepted my punishment without crying out.

Cyrus grunted as he worked his cock in my pussy and my consciousness. By the time it began to feel wonderful, I knew I was changed forever. I was what my man needed me to be. He'd seen the potential in me and took all the time I needed to mold me into his sexy girl.

"Fuck me, Cyrus," I pleaded. "Fuck you girl, your sexy girl."

I felt his orgasm, his cock expanding in me even as my dick spasmed my own climax. "Take it, bitch. Take your man's cum, johnnie."

I did take it. I loved laying under my man. The way his weight felt on my small torso. The feeling of his cock expanding. How he growled as he drained his balls in me. The fire in his eyes as she watched me take his sperm.

I threw both arms around my man. "Cyrus, my hero," I hissed. "I love you."

I now wear that beautiful bracelet everyday. And I also wear on my ankle the special gift my man gave me the week after I became his.

The beautiful ankle bracelet was the perfect definition of our relationship. An enamel painted white figure of a naked kneeling man, naked, his little erection evident, looking up at a carved onyx figure of a Black man, his Big Black cock the obvious attraction to the kneeling white male described without words what I was for my man.

The night he knelt and placed it on my ankle, he locked it in place. When he handed me the key, I smiled and rose from the couch. "I'll never take it off, lover," I smiled as I placed the key in my new jewelry box.

My surrender to my man was complete. When he said he'd like my hair better a certain color, I went to a salon and had them bleach it silver white. When Cyrus brought me a garter belt and hose, I wore them for him under the pink thong panty that he loved to see me wear for him.

I once asked him how he could afford such expensive things; his Park Avenue apartment, his leased limo and driver, the many beautiful gifts, all while not seemingly having a job.

"Cyrus explained that his past was rough and without going into details, he explained how some ill-gotten gains he made in his former life were invested in several businesses. He owned a couple Bodegas, a piece of a record label, and other things.

When Cyrus told me to quit my job and move in with him, I did. When he filled my closet with gowns, dresses, skirts, blouses, and the like, my transformation was complete.

My man likes his little white princess to look sexy and wear sexy outfits. I admit, I loved it knowing I looked a tad slutty when he took me out. So many men wanting me, lusting for me, I would cling to my man's arm so happy he found me.

Cyrus rescued me in more ways than one.

This ends my story. I hope you readers enjoyed it. Your comments and email will let me know.

Hugs

johnnie.