I was a black man's pussyboi for a couple of years. I used to travel a lot and he originally picked me up in a hotel bar, after that he would meet me in different cities and I would service him the entire time I was there...it finally culminated with me working for three months in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area where he lived...that was the most intense three months of my life...every minute of every day seemed like it revolved around either servicing his cock or preparing myself the way he liked. He's the one who insisted that I start wearing stockings, bra, and panties for him...that I start waxing my front into a tiny sissy triangle and my rear as well, and he liked me to spend a lot of time on the stairmaster at the gym because he likes a round ass and a skinny waist. Even my diet and bodily functions had to be closely managed because he liked a clean hole when he fucked me and he fucked me a lot! Every meal had to be carefully chosen and timed and it became simpler just not to eat at all or just the bare minimum. I would race back to my hotel every afternoon to cleanse and wax and pluck and dress for him. Thank god he preferred a "sissy boi" look over wig and make-up or it would have been even more hectic than it already was. He introduced me to the concept of "the third sex"; insisting that I wasn't a man and also wasn't a woman, but rather something in between that existed for the sole purpose of servicing real men's cocks. He didn't consider himself gay or bisexual because he did not recognize any masculinity in me at all...he said that it was simpler for him to get the sexual obedience that he desired from me than from having an affair with a woman (not that he didn't; he is a handsome, hung, successful, Harvard-educated vice-president of a well known corporation and I sucked dried pussy juice off his cock more than once.) He liked the fact that I was married and that no other feeling than loyalty was involved between us. He had a certain cruel streak that I loved and I suspect that he really enjoyed turning a straight white guy into a lingerie wearing, cock-obsessed, pleasure toy. Granted, I have always been submissive and he somehow sniffed that out in a 45 minute conversation at the bar. He liked to make me watch myself cry in the mirror while I impaled myself on his monster and rode it. By then end of the first two weeks I knew I was in trouble when I suddenly ejaculated without even touching myself while he fucked me hard on all fours...It was the most protracted, strange, and intense orgasm I had ever had...the come didn't so much spurt out as it oozed out in a steady stream for what seemed like forever...after that I would have those intense orgasms with greater and greater frequency when he fucked me until it happened almost every time, even when my tiny organ wasn't erect. (I became seriously addicted to that strange feeling and I could barely manage an erection when I finally went home to my wife and couldn't come at all...fortunately she didn't notice much because she mostly gets off from my mouth, fingers, and the larger toys that she prefers.) When he spent the night he would take my ass early in the morning after I had showered but before I left for work an I would spend the day with his hot load dribbling out of my stretched, aching hole...afraid to sit down lest a wet spot appear on the seat of my pants! There were many mornings that I would stand up after a morning meeting, accutely aware that there was a visible come stain on the rear of my slacks! My insides always felt bruised and achy all the way up to behind my belly button and by the end of two months my little hole was so stretched that I had to consciously squeeze it tight when so I didn't embarass myself when I moved or walked. I mentioned it to him and asked if he could just use my mouth instead for a week but he just laughed told me he was going to fuck me harder than ever, which he did, and I was secretly happy not to have a choice because even though it always hurt at first to take that big cock, I was addicted to those intense orgasms it gave me. If it had gone on at pace for any longer I might willingly have permanently damaged myself...as it was it took about a month for things to tighten back up and my little hole has never quite been the same since.
We kept seeing each other off and on for another year and a half until he got married...still drop the occasional email but haven't had any sexual contact in about a year and a half. I have recently found an older white guy to serve but I have to say that it isn't the same at all...he is decently hung (about 8, if i had to guess, and reasonably thick) but not even close in size or girth to the monster I've come to love...very dominant, imaginative, with that slight cruel streak I like....but...it's just not the same, something intangible is missing. He doesn't make me come when he fucks me. Now I know how my wife must feel!
