Becoming His Woman Pt. 04

Oh god. I was on my knees, pulled back against the hot, sweaty chest of a strong black man, with his immense cock very deep in my asspussy. There was nothing masculine left in me. I had offered my body to Marcus and he had taken it, pleasuring himself and his manhood by fucking every bit of maleness out of me and filling the void with his cock and cum. I was now his well-stretched cunt.

This wasn't just a physical state of being. The cosmetics, hair extensions, and lingerie not only feminized my appearance; they confirmed my role in this nascent relationship. I was his woman, and at this moment, I could literally feel that to my core. I told Marcus at the start that I wanted to please him and now was gratified that I had done so in submissive, female fashion with my sex. I liked this feminine version of myself. In fact, I felt a kind of joy and fulfillment that was to become more than a little addictive.

Marcus continued to hold me as he caught his breath. His cock was slightly softening inside me, but was still a vivid reminder of just how sexually powerful he was and how my newly shaped femininity was the yin to his yang. That notion of interlocking black and white was reinforced as I looked down at his dark hands cupping my modestly enhanced pale tits. It was undoubtedly the residual hormones doing my thinking, but at that moment we felt like the perfect couple. He was the alpha male and I was his very receptive bitch.

When he began to move and separate us, I reached back, held his hip, and quietly pleaded, "not yet." I couldn't see his face, but felt him smile, nuzzle my neck, and whisper, "ok, baby." I immediately recognized that Marcus, too, had made a transition; he was beginning to accept my feminine alter-ego, Jamie, as a sexual partner he could be comfortable with. I realized that was important to me not just because he was great fuck, but I wanted to be connected to him.

Eventually, it was time to part. As his long, thick cock slowly slid out of my pussy (actually, it was clear it was now HIS pussy), I had enough presence of mind to reach for my bag and find in it the large but squishy butt plug given to me at the spa for just this moment. It was slick and firm enough to be inserted in my gaped love hole, but not resist its slow contraction. Hopefully, it would keep me from leaking over the furniture.

Marcus stepped back and plopped down on the couch across from me, as I grabbed his terrycloth robe to sit on and I took a seat on the overstuffed (I smiled to myself as I thought of that word) chair we had used as fuck furniture. While I couldn't check my hair and make-up, I sensed I was still presentable as a faux woman because he didn't seem to have any problem looking at me, partially naked and in fine lingerie, as an object of desire. Despite being very freshly fucked, his gaze was a bit arousing.

But as Marcus began to talk, it was clear we weren't going any further with this relationship tonight. "That was incredible," he said. "You have the best pussy I have ever fucked."

"And you have the most magnificent cock I have ever entertained in it," I replied.

Marcus continued: "It has been a long day, and the combination of a great blow job and insane fuck have wiped me out. I am going to bed. You can sleep in my guest room, first door on the right. You are welcome to anything in my kitchen. I usually wake up around 6:30 AM if you want to join me and my morning wood with that amazing mouth of yours."

I smiled demurely and tamped down a feeling of mild rejection. "It would be my pleasure."

As Marcus got up and moved towards his bedroom, he gently stroked the side of my face as he passed by me. It was a nice gesture. He wasn't ready to sleep with me, but I was pretty confident that he liked me and might want more than just fucks and blowjobs. Not that there was anything wrong with that; I was pleased to do both for him.

When his bedroom door closed, I got up, picked up my bag, and walked to the bedroom. I suddenly realized I, too, was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. I managed to remove most of my lingerie, but was too tired to deal with the make-up. I fell naked, except for my thong, onto the sheets and was asleep almost instantly.

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I was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee, reflecting on the combination of tastes - the freshly ground Columbian beans and the freshly sucked Marcus cum - in my mouth. I had woken up shortly before him, fixed my face and hair enough to be presentable, and gone out to the living room and put on the terrycloth robe Marcus had worn last night. From there, I walked quietly down the hall and entered his bedroom. He was on his back, very softly snoring in a sort of cute way, and as expected, his morning wood was tenting the sheets.

I gently slid onto the bed next to him and pulled back the covers. He was naked and a wonderful sight. He wasn't necessarily ripped, but Marcus was in very good shape for a black man in his late 30s, and - of course - his semi-hard cock was astonishing. I adjusted my position so I could lean over him; then I reached out and softly took his tool in my manicured fingers. It was warm and heavy - the organ of a very masculine stud.

Once again I felt this great desire to give him pleasure. I had performed blowjobs before, but this was different - as a faux white woman, I felt like it was my feminine duty to worship his big black manhood with my hands and mouth. So I did. I first stroked his cock with my fingernails (I was REALLY liking that addition to my sexual repertoire), and then moved closer to plant soft, wet kisses on the hardening shaft, from its base to the tip. That was followed by sucking his cockhead into my warm mouth.

By this time, Marcus had awoken and a deep moan confirmed his pleasure with my attention to his dick. As his first pre-cum leaked from the tip, its taste signaled my libido to not stop until I had drained him dry. And that is exactly what I did. It was a wet blow job involving my tongue swirling around his cockhead, and my hands stroking his thick shaft and cradling his balls. He groaned loudly and held my head, although that was hardly necessary to ensure my eager desire to please him. It only took a few minutes of this intense treatment for him to explode in my mouth. As I had the night before, I relished the taste of his nectar, and let it collect in my mouth before swallowing the warm and tasty load.

It was that flavor I was savoring with my coffee when Marcus entered the kitchen, freshly showered, and in slacks and a dress shirt. I immediately poured him a cup and after informing me he took it black (again, I giggled like a silly white girl inside - obviously, so did I) we both sat down at the nearby table.

Marcus smiled at me and began, "I want you to go back to the spa again today. Basically, it would be great if they just do more of what they started yesterday. The change in how you look and feel is amazing and, if you are ok with it, I'd like for you to stay like this for a few more days. Tonight, we can order in and talk more over dinner. And after that..."

I looked submissively downward, and then back up to his dark brown eyes. I thought I could see both appreciation and sexual hunger in his gaze, and that felt good to me. I wanted him to want me as a woman: That wasn't just a primal desire to have his immense cock deep in my cunt, tho' I was pretty sure I was becoming addicted to the way it stretched and filled me. I wanted to be more than just a fuckslut; in that moment of feminine awareness, I needed him to enjoy my company.

"Of course, Marcus. When I originally agreed to this, I expected to be here for several nights. And the spa was a good experience and I am happy to return and have further treatments."

With that, Marcus got up, put his coffee cup in the sink and went back to his bedroom to finish dressing for work. I refilled my mug and quietly thought about my situation. In a way, I was a bought sex partner - but I quickly made my peace with that. I was happy with my new feminine life as a temporary "experiment" and I definitely was enjoying Marcus' cock and cum.

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Later that morning I was picked up by the same driver and SUV who had delivered me the evening before. To appear briefly in public, I put the stockings and shoes back on, along with the coat. Again, I loved the way its silky lining felt against my naked skin. I also washed my ass and replaced the "squishy" butt plug with the glass one. As I walked through the lobby, I could feel it between my fleshy cheeks and appreciated the way it made me sway my hips.

Once at the Chrysalis Spa I was met again by Michelle, who welcomed me with a warm smile and kiss on the cheek. She asked me to undress, handed me a short robe to wear, and told me that I'd be taking a couple baths today. With that, she guided me to a large shower room, suggested that I cleanse my pussy out and then wash my body. Afterwards, I went into the adjacent massage room, where I was treated by another clinician to a combination of massage, exfoliation, and moisturizing, and an application of the "plumping" lotion to my tits and ass.

After this indulgent treatment, I was met in a comfortable exam room by both Michelle and Anya, who spoke first: "Jamie, I'm told that your evening with Marcus went well and he wants you to continue your feminine journey with us. I need to confirm you ok with that?" I nodded and simply replied, "yes." She went on: "Good. Today we want to focus on some treatments to soften and smooth-out your skin, as well as few physical exercises. As I told you yesterday, if you were a long term client you would be put on a gym regime along with a special diet, mostly to shape your waist and that cute butt. We don't know how long you will be with us, but today we will show you some stuff that you can also practice on your own."

I was given a pair of very stretchy short-shorts, a crop top made of the same material in which my big nipples were prominent, and a pair of lightweight workout shoes. After a short walk to a small but well-equipped gym, I was met by a trainer who spent almost an hour taking me through some stretching and exercises, repeating them enough that I broke a light sweat - a glow? - but not so much to exhaust me. One of the things I practiced were leg lifts with them widely spread; as I held that position, the trainer helped to stretch my legs further apart. Although nothing was said, this was clearly preparation for taking a large man such as Marcus between my thighs in the missionary position. That hadn't happened yet, but I hoped it would soon.

All-in-all, it was pretty invigorating, and afterwards I was guided to a softly lit lounge where I was served tea and a thick protein drink. Interestingly, I had not had a "normal" meal in over two days, but really wasn't hungry; the shakes were oddly satisfying and, of course, reduced the mass in my bowels. As I was finishing my liquid meal, Michelle joined me. I passingly noticed she wasn't in her usual lab coat, but rather in an attractive and well-fitted dress. She struck me as a very desirable woman, although I was unsure whether that reaction was from James' or Jamie's perspective. She pulled up a chair next to mine and gently placed her hand on my naked thigh, which I immediately found arousing.

"We're actually a bit ahead of schedule today, and after discussing it first with Anya, I'd like to engage you in what can be a deeply emotional and, honestly, sexual exercise. We don't usually do this with clients who are just experimenting with their gender identity, because this is going to deeply stir your feelings as a person transitioning to womanhood. But Jamie, you are doing so well, and seem so serene in your feminine identity, we think this might be an opportunity to explore and perhaps expand your boundaries. The questions are, do you think you could be comfortable stretching yourself emotionally, and do you trust me to be your guide?"

Wow. I wasn't sure where this was leading, but I was intrigued. Her phrasing - "a person transitioning to womanhood" - struck me as odd, but not inappropriate. Sure, this had begun as an erotic experiment, but it was clearly more than that now. I also was definitely attracted to Michelle - the fingertips softly stroking my bare skin were VERY nice - and I was game for the next steps and said so.

With that, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was unlike any kiss in my life, but I wasn't sure if that was because of her or me. Our lips parted briefly and then met again, and in a few moments our mouths opened and our tongues danced around each other. I had, of course, kissed many women in my life as a guy, but this wasn't that. This was a purely feminine kiss - dare I say lesbian - and it was magical. Michelle drew back, stood up, and pulled me up with her; we were remarkably close in height. We kissed again, after which she continued to embrace me and said, "oh, Jamie - I want you as a woman. Do you want me the same way?"

Honestly, this was mind-blowing, but in a mostly good way. I did want Michelle, but strangely not to fuck her. At that moment I wanted to feel her skin on mine, our hard nipples rubbing together; I wanted to couple with her as a woman. So my response was simple: "Yes, please."

She turned in my arms, presenting her back to me and asked me to unzip her. I did, and then anticipating the next request, unclipped her bra. Michelle stepped away from me, shrugged off both the dress and the bra, and wiggled out of a pair of lacy panties. She stood naked, save flesh-colored thigh-highs and a pair of shoes. It was a body any woman would appreciate - toned but softly curved, with full breasts that hardly sagged. She had a small landing strip of trimmed pussy hair and now obvious, engorged and wet labia.

I quickly removed my top and peeled off the tight bottoms; my exercise shoes came off too. We immediately came back together - enfolded in our arms, considerable naked skin pressed against each other, and our mouths met in a passionate but entirely female kiss. My boi clit was chubbed up a bit, and felt so good rubbing against her small muff.

It took several minutes for the two of us to come up for air. When our mouths parted, she looked deeply into my eyes and simply declared, "I want to make love with you." I was certain this had nothing to do with my dicklette as she moved us over to a daybed and lay me down on my back. Michelle then stretched out on my body and returned to deeply kissing me while grinding her crotch against mine; our tits and hard nipples erotically rubbed against one another. It took my breath away.

After a few minutes, she repositioned her legs so she was essentially scissoring me, and I could feel her very wet pussy on my thigh. Michelle continued her thrusting action and I could feel her become more and more aroused. She was also making me horny; my boi clit was now hard as it rubbed between us. Her movements took on a bit of desperation as her breaths became shorter. Suddenly, I felt her body spasm against mine, and then there was a deep moan; she was cumming. I held her tightly against me as she trembled through her orgasm; I felt like part lesbian lover, and part mother. As she finished, her face drew back and she gently exclaimed, "oh, god, you are so hot to be with."

I stroked her back and palmed her ass as she settled down. Her eyes searched mine and then she asked, "are you ok? How can I please you? Would you like me to lick and suck your clit, or maybe you need to be fucked?" Now there was a choice. It occurred to me that I wanted to taste her pussy, so I suggested that we 69. Michelle lifted her wonderful body up, spun around, and came back down so that my head was between her thighs and her mouth was enveloping my clit. At that point, we hungrily began making a meal of each other.

Again, like our kisses, this wasn't a male/female coupling - it felt more like two women with different sexual styles satisfying each other. I gave her long licks, starting at her exposed clit, dragged between her thick labia, and ending with the tip of my tongue in her asshole. She on the other hand, sucked wetly on my chubby clit, took the drool on her fingers, and inserted them in my cunt. Her digits found my prostate - my G-spot - and rubbed it as her mouth continued to work my dicklette. I suppose this could have made me feel male, but it was easy to imagine her sucking my feminine clit and finger-fucking my pussy.

I'm not sure how much time pleasurably passed, but eventually we had edged each other to the brink of orgasm. It was hard to say which of us came first, although her fingers in my pussy were very persuasive. In any case, we spasmed against each other, and despite mouths that were full with the other's sex organs, were considerably more noisy than our first round. I know my orgasm felt more like the ones I have when I am being fucked than having my dick sucked; it started in my pussy and shot up my spine.

We shortly came to rest, her wet thighs on either side of my head; her head resting next to my boi clit. We were damp and tingling for at least five minutes afterwards. When we finally untangled, both of us sat up on the day bed. Michelle reached out and pulled me to her. We locked lips and tongues, trading each other's tastes. After savoring that, she tucked my face into her breasts. As she stroked my hair, I heard her say, "we are going to have to do that again. You are an incredible woman." I giggled and replied, "no objection here."

As I rested between her firm, beautiful tits, I contemplated my sexual place in the world. While I was pretty sure that nothing would supplant having my brains fucked out by Marcus, the coupling I just had with Michelle was no less profound and made me feel every bit as feminine. This was an experience I did not expect to have, and it just added to a growing list of benefits that came with adopting the new sexual identity of a woman. My gender orientation was now FAR more complicated than it had been just a few short days ago.

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Next part: I finish my spa treatments, return to the condo and offer myself again to Marcus.