Becoming His Woman Part 3

I sat in the back seat of the black SUV, my legs -- in silky thigh-high stockings -- were demurely crossed. The similarly silky lining of the expensive mid-length coat I was wearing felt good against my skin. I wasn't completely naked; a lacy corset gave me a bit of a waist, while accentuating my hips and pushing up my modest tits. I also was wearing a thong, but the fact that my ass cheeks were uncovered and rubbed on the coat lining served to remind me that I had been told at the spa that I had a cute butt. Speaking of which, I had a large glass plug in my ass, which was there to encourage a bit of a sashay to my steps (and, as I sat on it during the car ride, was making me very horny). All-in-all, it was easy to adopt the mindset that I was a handsome and elegantly attired woman on her way to meet the man in her life for a sexually indulgent evening.

The thing is, that is exactly what was happening. I had spent most of the day at an exclusive and unique spa responsible for transforming a fairly average 30-something male into a feminine object of desire for my "benefactor" - a well-to-do black man named Marcus. He and I had met the night before when he and his gay friend Henry, who I had met two days before, took me in an intense spit-roasting. Marcus was sexually attracted to me, in large part because I could take all of his immense cock in my ass-pussy, but he was still basically straight. To continue our liaison, and get over his gay hang-ups, Marcus needed me to present in a much more feminine way.

I was not adverse to this transformation, at least not as an experiment. I was naturally a submissive bottom in gay hook-ups; Henry had remarked that fucking me was a lot like fucking a woman. I was willing to explore this aspect of my sexuality a bit further, especially if it allowed me to spend more time with Marcus VERY deep inside me.

The spa had done a remarkable job of creating a desirable sissy out of me. Hair, make-up, grooming, and lingerie did a lot of the work. A "plumping" lotion had modestly added size to my tits and ass; a few tiny injections had very slightly contoured my lips; and tucking my testes into the inguinal canal and creating faux labia from my scrotum with some flesh-colored cloth tape had turned my penis into an erotically large clit (I wasn't hugely endowed in the first place). Surprisingly, after an initial shock, I had become remarkably comfortable - actually more like serene - with my new feminine persona.

So, as I was chauffeured to Marcus' home, I found myself hoping that my appearance pleased him. Indeed, I wanted to satisfy him in every way I could - with my company, my personality, and maybe most of all my body.

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The drive took about 30 minutes and ended under the covered entry to a luxury condo building. I had received instructions that my arrival was known to the front desk; I was to identify myself as Jamie and would be shown to the elevator for a ride to an upper floor. This would be my first contact as a transformed woman with people outside the employ of the spa, and it was making me just a little anxious. However, the security personnel - both a man and woman - greeted me with sincere courtesy, had me sign in, and then directed me to the elevator lobby.

As I stepped off the elevator and headed down the corridor, I became acutely conscious of both my near nudity under the coat and the impact the butt plug had on my stride. I could feel my ass cheeks - that actually seemed a bit plumper and softer - moving against each other in a womanly manner. It wasn't hard to imagine Marcus' thick lubed cock sliding between them. It was both disconcerting and reassuring to feel so feminine.

Suddenly, I was at his door - the moment of truth. I gently pressed the doorbell with a manicured finger and could hear a pleasant chime on the other side of the wall. A few moments later, the door opened and there stood Marcus, apparently freshly showered and shaved, dressed only in a thickly piled terrycloth white robe. His eyes met mine, and then swept downward in an appraising gaze. When he looked back up, there was a smile of satisfaction on his face. "Please come in, Jamie" as he stepped back to usher me in.

As I stepped like a lady through that doorway I began to internalize that I wasn't just entering this black man's apartment as a white bi-male looking to get fucked. I was there as a woman who intended to share her body with this very manly stud. I wasn't just here for a thrill; pleasing him would validate me sexually, and I wanted - or was it needed - that.

Marcus directed me into his living room and to a seat on the couch. As I sat down, with my coat riding up just enough to expose my silk covered thighs, he asked if I would have a glass of wine. I told him that would be nice. After pouring me a glass and refilling his, he also took a seat on the couch, close, but not immediately next to me. This gave us space to turn and have a conversation. He asked how my day had gone, and whether I was pleased with the results, quickly adding that he was impressed by the transformation.

As we sipped our wine, the conversation wandered through several topics, not directly related to my appearance. He was curious about my brief relationship with Henry; did he resent my taking Marcus' offer? I explained that Henry and I had enjoyed some great sex and parted on good terms. His preference was for more manly bedroom companions and Henry had found me slightly feminine, which was one reason he suggested that I get together with Marcus.

Since I was feeling at ease with Marcus, I went onto confess that his offer had intrigued me and that it allowed me to explore a sexual identity that I thought might be latent in me. Indeed, I was quite comfortable in my feminine attire and makeup, and thought it even had an impact on how I thought about myself. He smiled, and once again complimented my appearance. I then asked him if he'd like to see more of me in less clothing. He nodded.

I stood up as gracefully as I could and, finding a spot in front of him, unfastened the buttons on my coat. I slowly removed it and laid it on a nearby chair, presenting my ensemble: a corset that left my tits and nipples exposed, lacy thong, silky dark stockings, and dressy low heels. My only accessory was a thin black choker with my name -- Jamie -- rendered in silver letters.

As his eyes widened, I reached up with my hands and gently squeezed my plumped-up breasts while pinching my already large and engorged nipples. In a movement that I was shown at the spa, I then moved my hands downward over my tummy while beginning a turn to show him my ass. My hands reached back and slightly pulled apart my cheeks to expose the crystal top butt plug. I lingered in that pose for a few moments, allowing Marcus to imagine where his immense cock would shortly be going. I completed the turn and asked if he was pleased. "Fuck, yeah," was his response.

With that, I knelt down in front of him and, gazing up into his eyes said, "I want to please you." I reached forward, loosened the sash on his robe and pulled it open. He was naked underneath, and his incredible cock was already starting to harden. It was not like Henry's, which had elegant proportions and was easily the most beautiful penis I'd ever seen. No, Marcus's tool was simply huge -- long and thick - with prominent veins and a pointed head. It was clearly designed to stretch open a pussy and give it a deep hard fucking. Oh, god, how I wanted that from him.

But first I wanted to worship him with my hands and mouth, and taste his pre-cum. I reached forward, grasping his thickening shaft in one hand while using my manicured red nails to stroke it from base to tip. As Marcus moaned and laid his head back, I realized that as a faux woman I had a few erotic tools - such as long painted fingernails - that were absent in giving an ordinary blowjob as a male. I took advantage of this by repeating this caress several times as his cock became substantially harder. It was gratifying to give him pleasure like this, and it just reinforced my feminine identity.

The next move was to press my moist lips - which felt a bit fuller than normal after the injections I'd received that afternoon - against the underside of his magnificent cock and gently kiss it upwards to its tip. I repeated that action and, at its end, pressed my lips over his cockhead and firmly sucked it. Parting my teeth, I took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue all over it. Oh my, he tasted good, and I continued this treatment while gently jacking the rest of his long cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other.

While it might not have been my original intention, I now wanted to make him cum with my mouth. There was no way I was going to deep throat him this time, so I focused on a sloppy wet suck job on the last three or four inches, while working the rest with my hands. My spit drooled down his shaft and lubricated my stroking action. When he began lifting his pelvis, trying to force more of his tool into my mouth, I knew I could make him cum this way. His arousal was rewarding me, and I was determined to give him satisfaction.

As I intensified my efforts, Marcus groaned and put a hand on the back of my head to keep his cock as deep in my mouth as possible. This too was a turn on; I found I liked being controlled in this manner and it made me feel womanly. I continue to suck and stroke for several minutes, and then suddenly the dam broke - Marcus exclaimed "oh shit" and begin ejaculating. There were at least five strong pulses that coated my tongue and nearly filled my mouth. His cum was thick and, to me, tasty; I could SO do this again, I thought at that moment. As his spurting stopped, I pulled my head off his cock so I could swallow the warm nectar while gazing into his orgasm-shrouded eyes. I had pleased him, and that fulfilled me.

I lay my head on his muscular thigh, still holding his softening cock in my hand, and occasionally leaning forward to kiss or lick its tip; the jerk of reaction I got from Marcus amused me. After a couple of minutes and regaining his breath, he told me that it was one of the best blow jobs he had ever received and hoped that I would do it again. That made me smile, and I quietly told him that he could be sure to get a repeat performance. But at that moment, I was incredibly horny and had another sexual act on my mind; I wondered how long it would take him to "recharge."

I told Marcus that what he enjoyed was just an appetizer, and that the main course was to come (cum?). With that, I got off my knees, went to my bag, and retrieved a tube of lube and a bottle of poppers, and then walked seductively to an over-stuffed chair. I put the tube and bottle on a nearby side table, and then kneeled on the seat cushion with my back arched and legs slightly spread. I reached back with my hands and pulled apart my ass cheeks, exposing my love hole filled with a jeweled plug. I looked back at Marcus and said in my best bedroom voice, "when you are ready, come and take me."

I chose this pose because it easily allowed Marcus to imagine me in womanly terms so as not to challenge his own masculinity. The view must have appealed to him, because as he stroked his own cock, it became long and hard again. I was, of course, showing off one of the things that had originally appealed to him: My ass and its capacity to take all of his great cock. Presenting myself in this blatantly sexual and very female fashion was also an incredible turn on for me.

Marcus stood up and joined me near the chair, first sensuously running his hands over my silk covered thighs and then up onto my bare and lotion-softened ass cheeks. Oh, my, his hands felt good. He pulled the rear strap of my thong to the side and began toying with the butt plug by grasping it by its jeweled end and slowly moving it in and out of my opening. It was an incredible tease, and it only served to heighten my arousal. I sooo needed him to fuck me.

After playing with me for a minute or two, he finally tugged on the plug and removed it. While it was exciting to know I was one step closer to feeling him inside me, it was also disappointing to be empty. Marcus remedied that by taking the tube of lube, squirting some on my opening, and then inserting one and then another finger into what would be his pussy that night. He gently finger fucked me, first putting additional lube at my entry and then removing his fingers and squirting some inside me. He was quite sensual about it, and it wasn't hard to imagine how a woman might feel having her pussy caressed and penetrated in a similar fashion.

I then looked back and saw him begin to apply lube to his huge hard cock. That was an alert to me to grab the bottle of poppers and take several very deep draws on its simultaneously relaxing and stimulating fumes. As I replaced the bottle on the table, Marcus used one hand to caress and pull open an ass cheek, and the other hand to guide his great cock to my pussy. It was time for me to be his woman.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Oh, god, yes!" I replied.

With that, his firm cockhead pressed into me. I was still a bit sore from the night before, but nothing was going to keep me from taking all of his cock in my pussy. I used a breathing tip they taught me at the spa and relaxed my body so he could invade it. That worked, and I opened up to receive him.

The intensity of his entry into me is hard to convey. Marcus' cock becomes wide quickly after its head, and he immediately stretched me open in ways I had never experienced before. There was pain, but I was happy to take it in order to please him. There is also a strange, erotic connection between pain and pleasure when you are on the receiving end. So with a loud sigh and groan, I welcomed him into me, almost like a virgin.

After pushing four or five inches of his cock into my pussy, Marcus relaxed and held himself still; it was an incredibly thoughtful way of allowing me to adjust to his immense size. He held my soft ass cheeks in the palm of his hands, slowly caressing them, which encouraged me to begin moving in several directions to loosen my channel in order to take him deeper, and eventually, much more vigorously. Marcus made a cute noise and said, "oh baby, your pussy is so tight and feels so good wrapped around me."

I started moving back-and-forth on his long cock, essentially fucking myself on it. I took it deeper and deeper, about half an inch at a time, until I reached back and found that about two or 3 inches remained. I could feel him at the turning point into my colon; it would take both of us to move him past that. So I told him to pull out, put another squeeze or two of lube inside me, and then return his cock to my pussy. Meanwhile, I grabbed the bottle of poppers again and took a deep hit through both nostrils. I was going to need to be VERY relaxed for this next part to work.

Marcus pushed his cock back into me, slowly but directly reaching the aching point of resistance. I began moving my ass in a small circle, trying to change the angle of his cockhead deep inside me. Meanwhile, I asked Marcus to press his manhood gently but firmly into me. This approach, combined with the relaxing effect of the poppers, allowed my channel to open up and after a few tentative movements, his cock moved through the curve and into a place very, very deep in me.

We both exclaimed "oh fuck!" at the same time. Marcus went on to say, "I don't know what you just did, but it was like entering a second pussy inside you. It is the most amazing feeling." He had no idea. At that moment, I felt utterly completed -- as a woman taking all of her man inside her body. It was an experience, a perspective, I never expected to have.

I looked back at Marcus and could see the wonderful pleasure on his face. That too was incredibly gratifying. "Stay still for a minute or two longer, and let me get my pussy ready for you," I told him. I resumed the gyrating action of my ass, combined with incrementally larger movements back-and-forth. Within a minute or two, at least six or seven inches of his cock were moving smoothly inside me, and could reach the deepest point without much resistance. For me, it was breathtaking and insanely arousing. I was ready to be seriously fucked.

When Henry and Marcus had spit roasted me, I took another hit of poppers before begging him to fuck my brains out. But this time, I was already loose and really wanted to feel him. So I turned, and said "I am yours. Fuck me. Take your pleasure in my body." And he did.

In the next 10 or 12 minutes, I had the most intense and most gratifying one-on-one sex of any kind I ever had in my life. There are no words to convey what his immense cock felt like inside my pussy. He was hard, thick and long, and he so stretched my channel with his girth I could feel the ridges and veins of his shaft. He was reshaping my guts to give him the maximum sexual pleasure. And the lubricated friction was stimulating what felt to be like a million nerve endings inside me. He was making me his woman - or at least his bitch - and I embraced every magical moment of it.

At some point in our glorious rutting, Marcus reached down and pulled me up against his chest. We were both hot and sweaty, and our bodies slid against each other in the most erogenous way possible. One of his hands squeezed an exposed tit and pinched my large nipple very hard, sending an electrifying bolt directly to my pussy. With the other hand, he reached up and extended his thumb into my mouth, where I immediately began sucking on it. In this position it was possible for Marcus to push aside my nearly shoulder length hair and nuzzle my neck and bite my earlobes. As he did this he growled, "damn, you are a great fuck!" I suddenly had this realization that I - a faux white woman - was being sexually overpowered by a strong black man, adding a racial taboo to our other-worldly coupling. I loved it.

From his thighs and pelvis, slapping against my thighs and ass, to feeling his cockhead nearly a foot deep inside me, being fucked by Marcus was a transforming experience. I gave myself to him, and within a couple minutes began a hands-free orgasm - not in four or five pulses like a man, but in a continuous and rolling sensuous event that was extended and heightened by his thrusts into my core. My boi clit - which was only partially engorged - drooled a watery semen into the thong. In the meantime, his manhood got to feel my orgasmic spasms, so there was a kind of erotic feedback loop.

Eventually, I could feel his huge cock become an incredibly hard and throbbing rod, so I squirmed my ass against his crotch in a final act of enticement, knowing he was about to cum. When he did, it was primal for both of us. He pressed himself into me while holding me tight against his body; I could feel him as he ejaculated multiple times so deep in my pussy. After the hard fuck, his cum was warm and soothing. I had been bred.

What I experienced as Marcus came in me was not exactly another orgasm, but rather a moment of incredible satisfaction in my mind. I had pleased this powerful black man -- my lover -- with my white feminized body and given him great pleasure. For me, it was an unimaginably fulfilling moment.

I was his woman.

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More to cum. I stay a few more days and nights, and Marcus makes me another offer.