Black Man Turns Me to Crossdressing

Author's notes: All characters are 18+.

This was previously published in the Interracial category under a different title, which meant a lot of the intended audience might miss the story. So... take two.

Similar stories: 'Fishnets / French Maid', 'First Time With Black Best Friend'

******

I nervously stood on the piano teacher's doorstep, my palms sweaty. He'd texted me to just come inside, and read the instructions he'd left on the piano downstairs. It felt weird to enter a stranger's house without ringing first.

But not nearly as weird as showing up at a guy's house to allegedly get the best blowjob of my life.

I thought about doing the sensible thing and just walking away. Not risking destroying my relationship with my lovely, kind, and apparently excessively trusting girlfriend whose only faults were:

1) being too vanilla *

2) giving mediocre blowjobs

3) and nowhere near enough of them.

* (Sexually speaking. If you had to label my girlfriend Jamila's skin tone using ice cream flavors, a blend of chocolate, coffee, and butter pecan would get you in the vicinity. Not that any sane guy dating a black woman would icecream her like that. Or call her 'exotic'. Or, for fuck's sake, calling her the N-word.

Lotta unwritten rules, dating a black woman.)

Fuck it, I thought. Not like anyone had ever unironically accused me of being sensible or prudent. 'Daft', 'mental', or 'barking mad'? Sure. That's totally on brand.

I pressed the buzzer. No one answered. The door clicked open anyway. I stepped inside and shut it behind me, eyeing a security camera in the corner of the room.

A baby grand piano dominated the living room. A single sheet of paper was centered on the keys. I picked it up:

"1) Shoes and socks off, please. We're not barbarians.

2) Feign reluctance. Make it convincing.

3) Since 'no' and 'stop' can't signal non-consent when doing reluctance, your safe phrase is: 'I wanna leave.' Mine is similar: 'Please fuck off already'. Anything else means continued mutual consent.

4) If you choose (or are ordered) to leave -- you won't be invited back.

5) Cum upstairs now if you want by far the best blowjob of your life."

I swallowed hard.

Stay? Go?

Mmmm... blowjobs.

Kicked off my black rubber slippahs, and walked up the stairs.

The bedroom door stood open. A tall, muscular black man wearing cranberry red shorts and an expensive looking black shirt waited inside, giving me an appraising look.

"Mmmm," he said. "Love your androgynous looks."

I stopped just inside the threshold, a few feet away, my heart beating faster. Fight or flight. Feeling a teeny bit pissed off at the A-word. "I'm fucking NOT andr--"

He stepped forward quickly, suddenly waaay inside my personal space, his face a couple inches away from mine, the skin around the corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. "Uh-huh. You're the epitome of rugged masculinity." He touched my long, wavy hair cascading from a ponytail. "Except for your silky feminine hair." His hands began roving over my body, touching possessively. "And such soft skin. Your slim muscular frame. Your cute A-cup pecs..."

"Stop it," I whispered, stunned and a little pissed by his possessive touching and squeezing.

He kept moving his hands down. "And this magnificent phat bubble booty."

"Please don't," I said. Then, as he squeezed my butt and leaned in to kiss my neck, I realized that I was giving him the feigned reluctance he'd asked for.

What the fuck was that safe phrase?

His soft warm lips kissed and nuzzled my neck.

And who's making that sexy moaning noi--

Oh. Wait. That's me.

He'd trapped me in a hug, his strong hard body pressed against mine, one hand squeezing my booty. The other hand had slipped the band off my ponytail while I was distracted by the kisses, and caressed the newly freed hair on the back of my head.

... I should... ummm... wow.

"Fuuuuck," I heard myself whisper as he clutched a handful of my hair and gently but firmly tugged backwards. Taking control. Baring my neck for those soft butterfly kisses...

"Hey. Uh... stop? I just came for... you know..."

"Mmmm-hmmm," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and sexy and...

I heard myself moan softly. Ooohhh... fuck me, why am I.... I shouldn't let... why are my arms wrapped around his waist?

His soft dark brown eyes with wide open pupils stared into mine as his hands slid up my torso, fingers working the buttons open along the route. I should stop hi...

"Wait," I whispered. "Please, don't. I changed my mind."

"... hmm?"

The fuck were those safe words? "I... uh... I want to le--"

He kissed my cheek once. Twice. Heading toward my lips. "Good girl. Keep talking."

Girl? The fuck?

His lips tried to touch mine. I turned my head, protesting so much intimacy from a stranger. "No, I... uh... it's too..."

He settled for sliding my shirt off my shoulders. Tossed it aside. Unbuckled my belt next, sliding my jeans and underwear down in one smooth practiced motion.

My cock hung half-hard between my legs, betraying me.

"No, stop," I said again, covering my stiffening prick with both hands. "I don't think I can d--"

"Can't get a blowjob with your pants on, yeah?" he whispered in my ear. "Oohhh, you're gonna love this, baby." He took my hand and tugged me to his bed, which had a large lavender colored towel laid in the center. Weirdly, of all the uncomfortably rapid intimacies he'd given me already, holding his warm hand felt the strangest.

He coaxed me gently onto the bed, on my back. Then grasped my knees and slowly but firmly pushed them apart. Ignoring my leg muscles straining, futilely trying to resist being opened wide.

The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. "Feigning putting up a bit of a fight, are we? Such an obedient good girl!"

He climbed between my thighs, pushing them further apart. He wrapped one big hand around my cock and stroked it once, slow and firm.

"Please," I said. "Don't. I changed my mind."

He grinned.

Oh, wait. Not the safe wo--

He leaned down and swallowed my cock in one smooth motion, all the way to the root, like he'd had heaps of practice deepthroating.

I cried out, my hips involuntarily bucking upwards into that delicious wet heat.

"Fuuuuuccckkk!"

He pulled off. Snorted in merriment, his eyes glinting. "Want me to stop?"

"Oh, my g--"

Alllll the way back down again.

"Jesus! Fuck! Oh. My. God."

Off again. "Soooo... that's a tentative maybe?" He took just the cockhead in his mouth this time, licking and sucking while one of his hands twisted on my shaft.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I closed my eyes -- surrendered to my cocksucker's expert mouth, moaning and bucking my hips as the pleasure centers in my head lit up.

He slung my left leg onto his shoulder, then spread my right thigh painfully wide open.

I didn't resist this time. He could fucking toss my body around any way he wanted, so long as he kept blowing me, and edging me closer and closer to cumming... "Urrrgggkk," I grunted in assent. "Ffffkkkkg mmm..."

His lips surrounded my mushroom head, tongue pressing along the underside as he sucked hard. I heard a faint clicking sound, then felt a cool drizzle of lube between my splayed open buttocks. A thick finger slid between my cheeks and then circled the hole.

"Oh fuck, no," I gasped, hands fisting the sheets. "Please. Don't."

His lips slipped off my cockhead. "You want me to stop?"

"Don't fucking stop!"

He cocked his head to the side, his expression straddling the line between amused and coolly appraising. "I'm confused," he said, not sounding the least bit confused. "Your girlfriend never put a finger up your butt during sex?"

"She's way too vanilla."

"Other women?"

I shook my head.

"Men?"

"I'm straight!"

He briefly rolled his eyes. "Un-hunh." He narrowed his eyes. "Your girlfriend scrape you with her teeth during BJs?"

"She doesn't take sexual criticism well."

"So, a 'yes'. You poor bastard."

"..."

"You want the best BJ of your life, I gotta do stuff different. Including fingerfucking you. OK?"

"... K."

He narrowed his eyes.

"OK! Yes!"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Sir?"

A quick nod, acknowledging my slow learning curve on etiquette. He scooted forward, and slooowly lowered his lips toward mine, his eyes daring me to resist.

I parted my lips, surrendering.

He kissed me, soft and gentle. His tongue slipped inside.

"Mmmm," I moaned.

Then his finger slipped inside, further down.

God, his finger inside me felt so good.

I moaned and let him mouthfuck me. And slowly fingerfuck me.

He pulled away from the kiss. Gave me a little nod of approval.

"Ready?"

"Please don't," I said in a voice heaped full of 'yes'.

He grinned. "Such a good girl."

And then he resumed deepthroating me, and I resumed thrashing about and moaning.

A second finger joined the first, stretching my hole open, massaging deeper. My protests dissolved into broken groans and gasping, and my cock leaked precum steadily onto his tongue. It hurt a bit, but his lips and tongues expertly licking and sucking drowned out the pain in an ocean of pleasure.

Especially when his fingers crooked and found my prostate.

"Fuck!"

"That's the plan."

Wait, what? But that stray thought flitted away as my head filled with firecrackers, my nerves singing as the piano teacher deepthroated my cock and hummed -- his vocal cords teaching me a new kind of music.

I almost said no when he jammed a third finger into my sorely stretched hole. But my cockhead was throbbing in his mouth, almost ready to spurt from the delicious pressure of his tongue and lips. Plus the waves of bliss from him touching my prostate -- and, yes, the shamefully sexy embarassment and humiliation of being turned on and thrilled to allow such a taboo act -- more than cancelled out the pain.

He sucked harder, bobbing his head while his fingers rubbed that spot relentlessly.

"I'm gonna. Oh. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck, I'm gonna cum," I warned, voice cracking, hips thrusting up, trying to get balls deep inside his throat. He didn't slow down. He throat contracted and swallowed around my cockhead, and he pressed his fingers hard against my prostate. I grabbed the back of his head, enjoying rubbing the sensuously kinky tight curls of his short black hair.

"I'm gonna cum..."

He bobbed faster on my shaft.

"Please. Swallow my cum!" I pleaded.

He stared into my eyes. Raised his eyebrows, wordlessly asking.

"My girlfriend won't. I want it so bad. So. Fucking. Bad. Please. Oh god. Oh fuck, here it co--" My voice trailed off into a wordless growl, so overwhelmed by my onrushing orgasm that I couldn't think. Couldn't speak.

He gave me a wicked grin and nodded, his mouth stuffed full of my cock. "Mmmmm-hmmmm," he growled, and the vibration of his throat as he agreed to swallow my load tipped me over the edge.

I came with a strangled cry, shooting hard down my cocksucker's throat in thick, pulsing ropes. My whole body shook with the force of it, legs trembling, toes curling. He kept sucking until every drop was swallowed, then pulled off with a wet pop, his eyes amused at the loud orgasm.

I lay there panting, completely wrung out by the best blowjob I'd ever had. A promise kept. He slid up my heaving belly as my lungs gasped for oxygen, and planted a surprisingly gentle kiss on my lips, giving me a taste of my own cum.

I closed my eyes, a bit hyperventilated, a lot post-orgamic sleepy. Part of me instinctively wanted to cuddle, to feel hot sweaty skin against mine, not caring whether it was a man's or woman's skin, so long as I got that reassuring intimacy after. Another part of my mind was yelling at me not to cuddle with him, because, you know -- soo gay and taboo. Unlike, say, cumming in a guy's mouth while he had fingers up my butt.

Jesus, I thought sleepily. What the fuck have I done? Ah, fuck it... 's'OK.

I heard a rustle of clothing, as if he was undressing.

In the middle of all this lazy sleepy rationalizing, strong arms suddenly flipped me onto my stomach.

He yanked my hips up with one hand, shoved my face into the pillow with his other hand, pressing hard between my shoulder blades to pin me in place, lining his thick cock against the stretched hole. I tried to crawl forward.

"No, please, not that," I begged, my voice muffled by the pillow in my face.

Oh, wait, what the fuck were the safe words again?

He leaned his hot sweaty body on top of me, his muscular frame pushing me down flat against the bed as my legs gave out from perhaps 250 pounds of gym-hardened muscle and bone. He twined his arms and legs around mine, trapping me under him, immobile and helpless to resist. His hard cock slid up the cleft of my butt cheeks, seeking and finding my tightly clenched hole. His dick pressing hard against it, painfully so, seeking dangerous entry.

"Mrrrmm... nnnn... ssstphh..." I pleaded, my face still jammed into the pillow, starting to feel a bit asphyxiated.

His lips kissed then nibbled my right ear. His breath was hot and, fuck, admit it, really sexy, as he whispered in my ear: "You're thinking you're the top here, the alpha male, because you came in my mouth and I swallowed."

I managed to get my head turned sideways, grabbing a big lungful of air as I stared over my shoulder into his dark eyes, heavy lidded with lust.

"But -- for future reference -- if you let a guy shove a finger or three into your butt... you're the bottom. Those fingers stretching you open will be replaced with a stiff cock. And -- you're gonna love it. You're gonna cum so hard from getting assfucked."

He gripped my hips and thrust forward, harder and harder, putting his weight into it, while a few tears ran down my cheek, from shame and embarassment and regret.

And yes, ashamed that I wasn't fighting it.

Ashamed that I fucking wanted it.

Wanted to submit to his lust and get fucked hard.

"It's too big! It won't fit... please stop."

"It'll fit, baby."

"No... I--"

"You can take it. You're gonna love it when I shove this big thick black cock in your tight little hole. Be a good girl. Let me in."

"No, please, it'll hurt so much, don'--"

Suddenly his cockhead shoved past my clenched ring.

"Oh, fuuuuuck! That hurts!"

"It's OK," he whispered in my ear, his voice all growly and sexy. Holding still, just his cockhead inside me. Letting me get used to being taken. "Good girl. It hurts, but it's gonna feel so good in a bit. Just take it. Cause nice girls take it in their pussy, but really good girls like you get assfucked, take a big black cock up the butt for their man."

He pushed again, burying half his cock in one stroke. I cried out, hole clenching around the intrusion.

"Don't clench your ring. That'll make it hurt more. Relax. Let it happen. Push out like you're taking a shit."

I obeyed. He slid deeper into my ass as I let him inside, then pulled back and drove in again, harder, until he was buried to the hilt. Balls deep inside me. He started fucking in deep strokes, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, whispering in my ear, "Yes. Good girl, take it deep. You're doing so good, pleasing your man."

"Please stop," I whimpered, knowing that actually meant 'yes' under our agreement, even as his cock hardened more and plunged deep inside me, over and over. "It hurts, please--"

"Call me daddy."

Daddy? Oh, heeellll no.

For a moment, I thought of rebelling, of remembering that fucking safe word and walking out of here -- well, gingerly limping my sore ass out of here -- even as I heard my voice saying in a higher pitch than usual, "No, daddy. Please stop. Stop fucking your little girl in the ass."

"Say yes."

"Oh, please, no. Stop daddy. Don't. Don't rape your little girl's ass."

"I'm gonna cum in you. My black cock is gonna cum in that sexy white bubble booty, make you mine."

"Oh, no, stop," I said, deeply perturbed and ashamed at how sexy and wrong it felt to protest in a high pitched little girl's voice while getting buttfucked hard. And wanting it. Wanting it to not stop. Wanting to make him cum. Cum as hard as I came in his mouth not so long ago.

And then I felt it, felt a warmth and pleasure starting to spread throughout my body as he rubbed and pushed against my prostate.

Felt myself getting hard again -- surreally, just from being fucked in the ass. After I thought I was all done earlier, what I thought was all the come in my body spurted into his mouth.

"Oh, daddy it feels so weird. It feels... good. It shouldn't, right? Being raped in the ass can't feel good, can it?""

"Yes, baby. It can."

He reached around and wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. My protests turned into desperate moans as, lost in pleasure, the ability to speak deserted me. An electric radiance filled my body -- turned the pain of his shaft plunging into my hole into unspeakably dirty naughty pleasure. Turning me into a wanton slutty fuckhole. Each thrust dragged over my prostate, sending lightning through my body. My cock leaked onto the sheets, dripping steadily from being fucked.

He slammed into me, dominating me, as I looked over my shoulder at him fucking me harder with his huge coal black cock. My legs splayed wide apart to give him easy entry. With every thrust his balls slapping against mine.

It occurred to me that maybe we ought to have exchanged first names before starting these... festivities.

Except it felt kinda dirty and slutty and wrong, in the best possible way, to get fucked by a stranger whose name I didn't know. Yet.

I bucked back without meaning to, meeting each thrust. Shame burned through me, hot and thick, at being such a slutty, dirty talking whore, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of getting fucked hard like a good girl.

I wondered if it felt hot and sexy like this for Jamila when I fucked her in the vanilla ways she liked.

A wave of shame flushed through me, knowing I was cheating on her. Feeling the cognitive dissonance howling at me, since I fucking didn't want to stop, either. God help me, I wanted in that moment to be a slut taking big black cock in her arsehole from her man.

"I'm cumming again," I gasped, voice breaking. "Fuck, I'm cumming from my ass being --"

My cock pulsed and shot cum into the sheets, untouched except for his hand. My hole clenched rhythmically around the thick cock inside me.

"I came, daddy," I panted, my throat sore from making animal growls and moans.

"Good girl," he grunted, thrusts growing erratic, and buried himself deep. Hot cum flooded my ass, pulse after pulse, filling me until it leaked out around his cock.

He collapsed on top of me, trembling, cum dripping from my hole into his bed. His arms held me tight as he gasped for oxygen.

It was hard to breath, with all that weight pressing down on me, but it felt good, too. It felt comforting and reassuring, all that hot skin against mine, him staying and holding me instead of rolling off and going away. He stayed buried inside me, breathing hard, one hand still wrapped around my deflating sticky cock, the other slowly kneading my arm and shoulder.

I looked into his eyes, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

"Maybe we should learn each other's first name?"

He snorted in amusement. "Where's the fun in that, nameless slutty little girl with my cum leaking from her ass?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Ummm, are y--"

"Kidding. Just fucking with you."

A long pause. "Phrasing?"

******

Later, I was getting dressed downstairs while JT played a soft, almost melancholy song on his piano. His long slim fingers expertly glided over the keys. Without turning to look at me, he quietly said, "So, are you coming back sometime? Or is this it?"

"..."

"Cause that happens a lot. Women get upset that I'm bi, or not ready to 'date' only them. And all those allegedly straight guys who were ashamed of what I did to them..."

"I want to come back. But, I'm afraid that eventually Jamilah will figure it out, cause she's wicked smart. And... I love her."

TJ shifted seamlessly into playing what sounded like a soaring love song. "Then you oughta tell her. Better it comes from you than she finds out on her own."

"She'll dump me either way."

He turned to look at me as I finished dressing. "Fucking living a lie will eat away at you, girl."

"I'll think about it."

"Don't get me wrong, I'd be good with being your - whatever the male equivalent of a side chick is..."

"Side dick?"

"Yeah. Just... in case you do decide to cum back... how about neither of us jacks off in the meantime? Get us good and horny."

"Sounds pretty one-sided. I'd only get to come if Jamilah's in the mood?

While you'd have hordes of androgynous men and women you could fuck?"

"..."

"What?"

"... a lot smaller horde than you think."

"A smoking hot guy like you? Please."

He looked at me, silently, utterly ignoring the compliment. A touch of misery in his eyes.

"What?" I whispered.

"You're not the only one who just had the best sex of his life." He switched to playing Beethoven's 'Ode To Joy', somehow making it sound a touch ironic and bitter. From overemphasizing the black keys? Dunno. Not a pianist.

He must be one hell of a teacher.

"..."

He dipped his chin towards his hands coaxing beauty from the keyboard. "It felt like... this. So the horde, unless he gives me a drawn-out strong ignore, would consist of one slightly effeminate straight-ish guy. Who's already got a boo. And doesn't want to fuck that up."

I decided to let the 'effeminate' thing slide. Since he'd caught feelings, waay too quickly. "... fuck."

"Yeah."

I went and stood behind him as he played. Wrapped my arms around his neck. "You poor bastard."

******

A night later, I was slowly undressing Jamilah in her bedroom while kissing her. Under her officewear, she was wearing white lacy lingerie that looked really innocent and sexy against her brown skin. "You're so fucking sexy."

"I kinda like you, too," she whispered in my ear.

I took off the last of her outerwear and laid it neatly on the bench at the foot of the bed. There are women whose clothes you can toss carelessly to the side, in the beginning of the throes of passion while undressing them. Jamilah, who had a spotlessly clean and tidy house, in part because of vehemently unacknowledged OCD, was not one of those women.

I nuzzled her neck. "Got something I'd like you to do." I casually slipped a finger inside her pussy, which was already damp from the preceding foreplay.

"Supervise upgrading your scruffy wardrobe?"

I gave her voluptuous sexy booty a cautious tap, well short of a spank. Just enough to assert mild dominance, strictly limited to during sex. "Ummm..."

"What do you want? Spit it out."

"Kind of the opposite of that."

Her beautiful dark brown eyes narrowed.

"Maybe..."

"Yeessss?"

"Could you kneel to give me a blowjob? And swallow after?"

She wrapped her arms around my naked waist, kissed me lightly on the lips. "Look, Pervert Boy, I love you so much..."

"Buuut...?"

"But... eww? You seriously asking a black woman -- YOUR black woman -- to kneel before a white man? And eww again, swallow cum?"

"I suppose you popping a finger up my bum, during, is also out of the question."

She snorted a laugh. I loved her dainty snorts. I loved everything about her, really.

OK, except her vanilla-ness about sex.

I realized the silence during my interior monologue had dragged on awkwardly long.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, wait. You're serious? What kind of perverse porn do you have on your browser history now?"

'Now'? She's been checking my browser history?

Fuck it. Whatever.

I grabbed her and held her luscious ripe body against mine, and kissed her fiercely. "I love you so much."

"And I lo--"

I spun her around and shoved her down onto the bed in bent over standing doggystyle position, holding her torso flat against the bed with a palm pressed hard between her shoulder blades.

She made a surprised but delighted squeaky noise, that sounded so fucking sexy, at my unprecedented forcefulness. I tugged her white lacy panties to one side of her wet dark pussy slit, and licked her musky smelling pussy, the best perfume i the known universe.

"God. Yes. Don't stop, you pervert."

After a few minutes of this, she made these high pitched panting noises, on the verge of cumming.

I couldn't fucking wait. I plunged my stiff cock all the way inside her in one thrust.

"Hey, what about m--?"

"Shhhh. Just... mmmggggrrrhh," I explained, losing speech as the animal parts of my brain took over and I fucked the hell outta her. Remembering how TJ had fucked me recently, and giving it to her rough and hard.

The ssshhhhing was a bold and hazardous move with a black woman who often felt silenced and unheard at work, but she silently embraced the Most Everything Is OK During Sex exception to that rule... this time.

Well, not silently, because she was making these almost pornstar squeaking and moaning noises as I fucked the hell out of her tight wet cunt, but with the authenticity that is lacking from porn actors.

"I'm cumming, baby..."

"Yes. Give it to me!"

"Oh, oooohhh, fuck, here it comes... can I come in you, baby?"

"Yes!"

I reached under her, pinching her nipples with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. "Yes yes yes! Keep doing that! Aaaahhh!"

She bucked back at me, her big sexy butt slapping into my thighs, loudly cumming in wave after wave.

For such an otherwise vanilla woman, she's fucking insatiable, I thought, pounding into her like a madman.

And then I quit thinking and came hard, spurting rope after rope of jism into her wet tight black cunt.

"I love you so much," I gasped after I'd given her my last residual spurt of cum and collapsed on her back, sweaty and panting.

"I love you more, you fucking pervert."

"... it's not a competition."

"Said the guy who just lost, fifty or so orgasms to one."

"I can't help it that you're an insatiable slut who comes endlessly."

"Slut!?" She whapped me with a pillow. Lovingly. Conspicuously not contesting the 'insatiable' thing.

******

Later, laying on our sides face to face, cuddling in the afterglow, she murmured, "What the heck got into YOU?"

I kissed her sexy plump dark brown lips, fading to pink on the inner edges, looking quite a lot like her other lips.

A guy's stiff prick, deep inside my ass, is what got inside me, I thought.

Nah. Don't fucking go there, idiot.

"Guess I just needed to feel dominant for a bit," I said, shrugging.

"Yeah. I feel like that sometimes, too, after a rough day at work."

We held each other, enjoying the moment. The intimacy of a couple who'd recently shared their bodies, baring their inner animals.

"Whatever got you going, Pervert Boy? Keep on doing that."

I stared into her gorgeous eyes, wondering what fresh hell would break loose if I was honest about any of that. I settled on, "You've got such gorgeous eyes."

"You clean up pretty well yourself, Mister. Now that you've got The Black Wife Effect working on your mojo." Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd let... slip? "I mean--"

"Did you just propose to me?" I said, with a crinkling smile around my eyes and joking tone of voice, giving her the leeway to either double down on the proposed promotion, or laugh it off.

She lightly punched my shoulder. "Fine. Black GIRLfriend Effect. Same superpower, either way. Our motto: 'Cleaning Up Scruffy White Guys Ever Since They Finally Got The Gotdamn Sense To Start Listening To Black Women.' "

"... ow." It was a delayed protest to the punch, but I knew better than to interrupt her when she had the floor. Yet another entry in the long unwritten set of rules of 'shit you don't do to black women if you want to keep having hot sex with them'.

"Don't be a baby."

I remembered JT calling me 'baby', in that sexy bedroom voice.

Decided to keep quiet about that, too.

******

"Can you cum over?" JT texted. "So fucking horny. Got a BJ with your name on it. Kinda regretting the no-JO pact. Help me unregret it."

"Horny too. But worried about Jamilah finding out."

"Don't be such a pussy. I mean, I've love you to BE pussy, just not be A pussy. Oh, and I got you a gift."

"Gift?"

"On the piano."

"What is it?"

"Cum here and find out."

"..."

"You still there?"

"Fine. On my way."

******

JT's front door was unlocked again. This time I went right in.

There was a pink gift-wrapped box on the baby grand's keys. No note this time. I started unwrapping it as JT padded barefoot down the stairs, wearing a pricy looking dark and light blue shirt in an intricate weave, and black shorts.

I glanced up at the security camera up high in the corner of the room. Must be how he knew I was here.

Is he taping us? Nah. He'd tell me.

Inside the box was lacy silk lingerie, pink with just a touch of peach, panties and a bra, plus black high heels with glossy red soles.

I picked up one of the heels. It slowly dawned on me that the heels were Louboutin -- like, maybe a thousand fucking dollars? For a 'date' who might not even show up. "The fuck?"

JT sat on a black leather couch near the piano, relaxed like he was settling in for a show. "Try on the bra."

"Oh, heck no."

"This more of that sexy feigned reluctance?"

"You expect me to wear THIS?"

"Hey. It's just us here. You want some amazing orgasms?" He stared into my eyes, looked at the door, back at me. "Or you gonna leave?"

I lightly bit my lower lip. Thinking about it. "..."

"It's a nice gift. A little gratitude?"

"Fine." I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, tossed it toward his face.

His hand shot up and grabbed it before impact. Neatly laid it beside it on the couch.

I picked up the pinkish bra in an A cup size, and tried to put it on. Couldn't hardly reach the hooks in the back, much less hook them blind.

JT watched me fumble a bit, then said, quietly, "Did you never pay attention when your girlfriend did this? Hook them in the front, then turn it around."

"Ah." Much easier.

I felt shy about putting on the panties, despite having been naked before with him, so I turned around to do it, feeling myself blush.

They fit perfectly. How the fuck did JT get the sizes right?

A low whistle. "Wow. Nice booty." He came over and patted my butt. "Mmmm. Nice. Lemme help you with the heels."

He slipped them on, then I tried standing. Almost fell over. He hugged me from behind, purportedly to steady me, but also pressing his shorts clad stiffness against my buns.

I extricated myself from the hug and turned around, wobbling a lot. "Happy?"

"Last thing. The lipstick." He rustled around the coral colored gift wrapping tissues inside the box, brought out a tube of matching lipstick.

"Oh, hell no."

"Hush. Inhabit the role." He wrapped a big hand around jawline, firmly holding my head still, and applied the lipstick. "Oh, you're SO beautiful." He released his grip, then leaned forward and softly kissed me, wrapping his arms around me.

Fuck it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back, my lips parting as his tongue softly penetrated me.

A seemingly endless moment later, I broke the kiss. Whispered in his ear, "Put a bill on top of the box."

"What denomination," he murmured.

"Doesn't matter."

He took his wallet out, still holding my gaze, and took a bill out without checking.

"Now," I said. "I'm your whore for the evening. You paid me, so you get to do anything you want to me."

"Anything?"

I nodded, staring into his sexy brown eyes.

"In that case..." He took another bill out of his wallet, put it on top of the first one. "I think you deserve more, giving me the Girlfriend Experience I want."

"What does GFE mean to you?"

"Act like you're my girlfriend who's madly in love with me, and willing to do anything to please me."

I widened my eyes. 'In love'? Not what I was expecting.

"..."

"What? Too much?"

I whispered in his ear. "Careful. I know you have some feelings for me, but..."

"Yes?"

"I... I don't want to hurt you. You know I'm in love with Jamilah."

"Little late for the 'not hurting' thing."

"Oh.... Sorry."

" 'S OK."

Fuck it. Embrace the role. I whispered, "What does my strong handsome boyfriend want from his girlfriend?"

Softly: "On your knees. Please."

I sank down, trying not to topple over from those damn heels. It felt surreal, being dressed in pink lingerie and lipstick, submissively kneeling for my 'boyfriend', pretty sure I was about to give my first blowjob ever. But it also felt sexy, surrendering to his lust. I felt the beginnings of an erection pressing against the silky lace of my panties.

"Pull down my shorts and underwear. Don't stop looking in my eyes -- that makes it really hot for me."

I complied with my 'boyfriend's' order. His dick was hard, and long, and almost coal black.

The pink panties were riding up between my cheeks, the bra straps digging into my shoulders. My cock was already leaking inside the silky lacy panties, the fabric stretched tight over my hard-on. TJ stood over me, looking into my eyes, that thick black cock stiff and huge in front of my face, the head already shiny with pre-cum.

I wrapped my fingers around the base. My hand looked small against him. The skin was hot, the vein on the underside pulsing under my thumb. I leaned in and gave just the tip a quick kiss. The precum was salty and, surprisingly, tasted a bit like waffle batter, yeasty and a bit sweet.

"Good girl. Now lick it like a lollipop, and gently knead my balls with your free hand. Keep looking into my eyes, baby."

I dragged my tongue along the shaft from balls to tip, tasting salt and skin. My lipstick left a pink streak that smeared when I pressed my lips to the head and pushed forward a fraction of an inch.

TJ groaned. "Ooohhh, you're such a good girlfriend, sucking your man's cock." His hand settled on the back of my head, not pushing, just resting there, fingers in my hair.

TJ's eyes stared at me, full of lust. "You ready, baby? You ready to take your boyfriend's big black cock inside your hot wet mouth?"

I nodded 'yes', agreeing to give him exactly what he wanted and had 'paid' for, a loving Girlfriend Experience blowjob. I told myself I had to surrender, because I'd agreed to be his whore for the evening, that sucking his cock was the only honorable thing to do. That I was bound to him, required to let him use any of my holes anyway he pleased.

He pushed my head down onto his big black cockhead, slowly but inexorably pushing deeper inside my slutty spit filled mouth.

The crown stretched my mouth wide. My jaw ached almost immediately.

He's so fucking big, I thought. How did I agree to dress in pink like a slutty girl and take his thick black cock inside me and get facefucked? Is this what it feels like for Jamilah when I fuck her face?

I had to open wider, breathing through my nose as the head slid over my tongue. Spit flooded my mouth fast, dripping down my chin in thin strings. His big hand on my neck gently but firmly forced me to bob forward again, taking another inch, then another, until the head nudged the back of my throat and I gagged once, throat fluttering around him. I smelled the musky, mascular scent coming from his pubic hairs.

I pulled back until only the tip rested on my tongue, then his hand forced me to sink down again, faster this time. My eyes watered. The bra cups shifted with every movement, the soft lace rubbing against my nipples. The panties were soaked in the front now, my cock twitching every time I swallowed around TJ's length. I could barely breath, he was so deep inside, so I took my hand off his balls and lightly pressed against his strong muscular thigh, trying to get more air in my lungs.

"No baby," he said in a deep sexy growly voice. "Be a loving girlfriend and let me fuck your sweet pink lips and mouth however I want."

A few tears dripping down my cheeks, I widened my eyes in apology at my impertinence, nodding 'yes', because a good girlfriend obeys her man when he needs to fuck her.

He reached down and took my rebellious free hand off his thigh.

"Like this, sweetie." He guided it so I was cupping his balls again, rolling them gently while I sucked. Saliva coated everything--my lips, his shaft, my chin. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, like Jamilah had done for me, the wet sound filling the room. My knees ached from the plush thick carpet, the heels of my new thousand dollar shoes digging into my ass, but I didn't stop. I kept sliding my mouth up and down, taking him deeper each time, throat relaxing around the thick intrusion.

TJ groaned low. His hips twitched forward once, pushing another half-inch past my lips. I stared briefly at all the length of his shaft still outside my mouth.

Fuuuck. There's no way he can fit all thick black cock inside my throat.

I moaned around him, the vibration traveling up his cock. My own dick throbbed untouched in the panties, a wet spot spreading across the pink fabric. I kept sucking, spit running down my neck, eyes half-lidded, focused on the heavy weight stretching my mouth and the way his balls tightened in my palm.

TJ's cock swelled thicker against my tongue, the vein throbbing hard. His fingers tightened in my hair, not forcing, but holding me in place as his hips jerked forward once, twice, roughly impaling most of his huge cock deep in my throat. A strangled, guttural groan ripped out of him, low and rough, vibrating through his whole body.

"Fuck, baby... that's it, take it all," he growled, voice thick with pleasure. "My good little girlfriend... swallow every drop."

The first hot spurt hit the back of my throat, thick and salty, flooding my mouth faster than I could swallow. More followed in heavy pulses, coating my tongue, filling my cheeks. I choked a little, cum leaking from the corner of my lips around his shaft, but I kept sucking, throat working to gulp it down. The wet, messy sounds of my swallowing mixed with his ragged breathing and the low, filthy praise spilling from him.

"Such a pretty mouth... look at you, taking it like you were made for this. My sweet girl, swallowing her man's load. Good girl... fuuuuuck, ohmygod, yes."

His balls pulsed in my palm as the last thick ropes shot across my tongue. I tried to keep my lips sealed tight around him, not entirely succeeding due to the huge load he was feeding me. I kept sucking gently through the aftershocks while his cum dripped down my chin in slow, sticky trails. His hand stroked my hair now, soothing, while he murmured, "That's my girlfriend... swallowing every drop. Taking that five day load deep in her slutty loving throat."

He pulled out, leaving me gasping frantically for air -- still obediently looking into my boyfriend's eyes, reassuring him that I wanted to do this for him, to show him how much his 'girlfriend' loved him.

"Do you love me baby?"

I nod submissively, not quite trusting my sore throat to say the words, to keep in character for the Girlfriend Experience I was giving him. A part of me appalled that I had volunteered to gave this sloppy, sticky deepthroating to a man.

A part of me wondering what the fuck was wrong with me that I'd let him dress me up like a high end prostitute, and rape my mouth, and make me swallow all that hot sticky cum.

But most of me thrilled and turned on at this surprisingly sexy act, glad I had agreed to be his whore and fulfill his every dirty desire. Knowing that I would remember this the rest of my life as I fucked my woman, making me cum harder than I ever had before.

God, I needed to cum. But my 'boyfriend' had not given me permission yet to do that.

"I need to cum. Can my boyfriend help me cum?" I pleaded.

He nodded his head 'yes', while scooping up the cum and spit that had dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin, feeding it to me.

I swallowed all of that cum, too.

Then he took my hand and helped me stagger to my feet, my legs extra wobbly from both the high heels and the emotional aftermath of the blowjob.

He kissed me deeply, apparently unperturbed by all the residue of cum he was receiving. One dark brown hand squeezing my pecs in their pink A-cups, like tight firm girl's breasts. The other hand kneading my bubble booty.

"You ready for me to make my sexy hot girlfriend cum?"

"Mmmm," I said, kissing his neck, a bit scratchy from 5 o'clock stubble.

It felt surreal -- standing in a masculine black man's apartment wearing nothing but an expensive orangish-pink lace bra and matching panties, plus black Christian Louboutin high heels. How the fuck did he get me to agree to be an effeminate GFE hooker? The pale pink lipstick felt strange on my lips, as did the soft silk lace of the lingerie he'd talked me into.

I wondered what my girlfriend Jamilah would make of all this if she was here -- would she understand my need to do this to have mindblowing orgasms? Or would she slap my face and storm off home to pack every last thing I'd left in her apartment to mark my territory?

Well, fuck, I thought. That last one totally tracks.

Maybe I should get the hell outta here and never come back? That would be the sensible thing to do.

Or will I continue to act like a orgasm junkie with poor impulse control?

While I was ruefully admitting that the latter assessment of myself also tracked pretty well, JT stood behind me near the arm of his black leather couch, presumably completely oblivious to my weird internal dialogue. His strong hands came up to my chest, squeezing my pecs through the A-cup bra. "Look at these pretty breasts," he murmured against my neck, his deep voice vibrating through me. "So soft and perfect for me."

Heat flooded my face. I was straight. I had a girlfriend. Why the fuck was I letting this tall, muscular black man touch me intimately, the way I touched Jamilah? What the fuck was broken in me? I should stop.

"I should stop," I whispered.

"You're my sexy girlfriend," he murmured into my ear in this irresistably sexy, deep growly bedroom voice. "Why would you want to be a bad girlfriend and deny your boyfriend's needs?" His hands slid down my flat belly, then cupped my ass through the lace panties, squeezing my bubble butt.

"Such a hot little body," JT whispered, his breath hot on my ear. "My girlfriend's got the nicest ass. And such perky little breasts. Such a beautiful, sexy, feminine girl."

Shame and arousal twisted together in my stomach at this praise of my femininity. How had I agreed to all this? But the words 'girlfriend' and 'breasts' made my cock twitch in the panties.

Then he twisted my nipples through the silk, and the mingled pain and pleasure almost made me cum in my panties.

He gently bent me over the arm of the couch, one large hand pressing between my shoulder blades until I was face down and ass up. In an ultra submissive doggystyle position, ready for this dominant man to assfuck me with his thick hard black cock. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my heart hammering.

"Spread those legs wider for me, baby," he coaxed, voice low and commanding. "Give my cock easy access to your tight slutty hole." I obeyed, feeling the stretch in my thighs, the cool air on my exposed skin.

JT pulled his thick, coal-black cock out. It was long and heavy, the head already glistening. He pulled my panties down so they were bunched in the crease where my buttocks met my upper thighs. He stroked lube along the shaft, then slid it between my asscheeks, the hot length gliding over my arsehole. "Good girl," he praised. "Letting me do these dirty things to you."

His cock nudged my entrance, pressing lightly at first, then with more insistence. He tugged gently on my ponytail, pulling my head back, and delivered a sharp spank to my ass. "My sissy slut," he growled. "My naughty little girlfriend whore."

The thick head breached my ring. I gasped, the stretch burning as he pushed inside inch by inch. My hole clenched around the invasion, the sensation overwhelming. He started slow, each thrust dragging over my prostate, sending sparks through my body. My cock strained against the lace panties, leaking steadily, untouched.

"Fuck, JT," I moaned, voice shaky. The shame burned hot -- he'd somehow turned me from a straight man into a slutty cumdump of a girlfriend, bent over, getting fucked in my arsehole, dressed like a girl. But the pleasure was undeniable, building with every stroke. My whole body tingled and glowed as his gift of sweet drugs, the ones he'd made my body produce, flooded my brain. In that moment, he was my boyfriend, my pusher.

He fucked harder, hips slapping against my ass, his heavy dark black balls swinging. "Gonna cum in this tight hole," he grunted. "I own you. Are you my cumslut slave? You gonna let me fuck any of your holes whenever I want?"

"..."

"Say it!"

"I'm your whore. I'm your slave. You own my holes."

Admitting these shameful desires pushed me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my cock pulsing inside the panties, cum soaking the lace as my hole clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft. I came despite my cock being untouched, whole body glowing, embarrassment and arousal mixing until I could barely think.

JT buried himself deep and started spurting hot cum inside me.

That's when I noticed Jamilah quietly standing by the bedroom door, her gorgeous dark brown eyes wide, watching her boyfriend getting railed by a strong black man. Cum leaking from my stretched hole around his pulsing cock, still shooting sperm into me.

Fuuuuccckk, I thought. How long has she been watching this?

And how the fuck did she know I was here, anyway?

I'm sooo hosed.

Literally.