0 comments/ 44846 views/ 6 favorites Such a Deal Ch. 01 By: Angelscuck As a young man I always had fantasies of being dominated by a beautiful, sexy woman. I guess being raised by single mother who was weak and often victimized made me long for a strong woman. Although I enjoyed regular sex, thoughts of being tied down, helpless, and completely under a lovely lady's control, really turn me on! I'm not a pain freak. Mild to moderate pain is enough for me. It's mental, not physical pain that gets me off, verbal abuse and humiliation. To be used, abused and controlled, forced to do her bidding, teasing, and prolonged erection, denial of orgasm, and cuckolding that really floats my boat. I never had the guts to ask a woman to do these things with me. Just too chicken-shit I guess. I was engaged to be married to my sweet little Angel. Angel was raised Christians and was a proper young lady. I don't think that even oral sex was on her conjugal menu, let alone all the kinky stuff buzzing around in my head. I needed to find out if I was really into this stuff before we were married. Then, one day while reading the sex-ads in the Los Angeles Free Press, I saw an ad that said, "Female Dominant seeks submissive men to play with." "Go for it, you chickenshit!" I thought to myself. I called the number listed and received a recorded message stating, "This is Mistress Ileana. If you are a naughty boy in need of discipline leave your number. I'll call you back when I damn well feel like it. I stammered on her answering machine, "I-I-I'm K-Kelly. I want, I mean, could we, I-I, call me at 323-913-4405. T-thank you, ah, ah, click." God was that stupid! Now she'll know what a fool I really am. I doubt if she will call back. Oh well, at least I had made one step toward trying to confront my fantasy. I wasn't sure which I wanted more, for her to call or not call back. I had pretty much forgotten all about it when a week later I got a phone call and a sexy voice said, "Hello Kelly, this is Mistress Ilene. I heard your pathetic plea for my services so I am going to give you one chance to see me. I want you to be at Nick O'Dell's Restaurant Friday night at 7:30pm sharp. You will be wearing a pink shirt with a red bowtie." Click. "Oh my god, this is going to happen!" I thought to myself. I quickly looked up the address of the restaurant and nervously scribbled it down. Friday night was only three nights away. I kept fantasizing the meeting over and over. What I was going to say and her replies. I tried to put a face to the voice. That voice, that exquisite voice that radiated femininity but demanded total obedience. Finally Friday arrived. I had purchased a pink dress shirt and red bowtie for the occasion. I showered fastidiously and wore my black slacks and charcoal colored sports coat. I decided to bring her a dozen roses I had pre-ordered. They were beautiful. Anything less than perfect I knew would be totally unacceptable. In my eagerness I arrived forty minutes early. I informed the maître d' I was expecting a lady friend at 7:30pm. He glanced at his watch, the pink shirt, red bowtie and the roses, and smiling said, "Very good sir, would you like to wait in the bar. I will be glad to seat you when she arrives." I wondered if the pink shirt and red bowtie was a give-a-way. Does she usually see her first-time clients here, does the maître d' know? I nodded my head and went into the bar to wait. After three whiskey sours, I glanced at my watch. It was 8:00pm. Was I being stood up? Was this part of the game to keep me off balance? It was working. All of a sudden I heard her voice behind me. "Good evening Kelly," She said seductively, "Shall we go to our table?" I turned around and gazed into two aqua-green eyes. I found myself being drawn into those eyes like a bird being hypnotized by a serpent. She was the most incredibly beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her hair was dark auburn, he skin, pale olive. He lips, full and red like rose petals. "I-I-I, yes, I mean sure, I..." I replied awkwardly. "Well aren't you the silver-tongued devil." She mocked, taking my arm and leading us out of the bar, into the main dining area. After being seated, I presented her with the roses. She did not seem pleased. She pulled one of the roses out of the bouquet and held it close to my face. At first I thought she wanted me to smell their delicious fragrance but I was wrong. She rubbed one of the thorny stems across my cheek causing me to wince from the pain produced from the scratches. She then said in a soft voice, "You have a lot to learn. Never bring lady cut flowers. Do you want to know why?" I nodded my head as a tear spilled from my eye running down the torn cheek. "Because," she added, "cut flowers represent the blossoming flower of womanhood, cut down in her prime to wither and die. Do you understand?" I nodded meekly and said nothing. I was at a loss for words. Fortunately the waiter approached us and inquired about our choice of pre-dinner drinks. She ordered the best Champaign. I, already having had three whiskeys, and starting to feel a bit tipsy, ordered a seven-up. I was beginning to worry as I looked at the menu. There were no prices listed. I had heard of places like this. If you had to ask how much, you couldn't afford it and she was drinking Champaign like it was water. As if to read my mind she said, "Don't worry about the check, I know the owner. They don't charge me, ever." I breath a sign of relief, smiled and continued reading the menu. She then inquired. "You have never done this before, have you?" I wasn't quite sure what she meant but I shook my head and said, "No, this is all very new to me. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you and I am afraid I might make a fool of myself." She laughed and said, "Don't worry about that, I plan on making you my fool. Would you like to be my fool?" "No, I mean yes, I mean, whatever you want?" I said, hating my own insecurity "Listen," she continued. "Let's cut to the chase. You want my services. You need to be taken control of and taught how to obey. I normally don't take beginners. Too much trouble but you appeal to me. You are good looking and have a young strong body and do not seem to be on a big ego trip. I charge $300 an hour to teach men how to be good little boys. Are you interested?" Interested was putting it mildly but her fees were way above anything I could afford. "I'm sorry," I replied. "Of course I'm interested. You had me at "Good Evening ", but I drive a cab for a living. You are way out of my price range. Not that you are not worth ten times that amount. I am sorry I have wasted your time, Mistress Ilene." Mistress Ilene smiled at me and replied, "I figured you for a blue collar guy but you amuse me. I tell you what, how would you like to help me with a little educational project. You can pursue your fantasy and help me in the process, interested?" "Absolutely," I exclaimed. "What do you want me to do?" "Well," she continued, "I have a niece that just turned eighteen. She knows what I do for a living and thinks it's marvelous. She would like to do an internship with me and maybe pursue this lifestyle. I think you would be the perfect training-aide!" I was completely shocked. Here I was, being asked by a beautiful woman to be her and her young niece's play toy, for free. The gods of perversion were surely smiling down on me! "I'm your man, eh, slave, eh, training aide," I quickly replied. "When do we begin?" Mistress Ilene laughed at my eagerness and said, "Down boy, down. I will expect you to be at my home tomorrow at 10am. When you get to the front door you will find a plastic trash bag. Strip completely and put all of your clothes inside it. Once naked, ring the doorbell and get on your knees and wait to be admitted. To be continued... Such a Deal Ch. 02 Her request made my cock hard. I couldn't have fantasized a better situation. I ordered the Lobster, she had the Prime Rib. I watched her skillfully dissect the meat and devour it like a female lioness eating a gazelle. She was magnificent! We made small talk throughout the meal, never alluding to the proposition we had just discussed. We were on an equal basis at this point but I knew that would all change in the morning and I could hardly wait! After the meal, I thanked her for dinner and kissed her hand. "Remember", she cautioned as she walked away. Tomorrow at ten, don't be late. I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about the day that was ahead of me. I finally dozed off about 6:00am. I woke with a start and glanced at the clock. 9:30am! Oh crap! I have only 30 minutes to dress and get to San Marino where my Mistress and her niece awaited me! I quickly dressed and ran to my car. Fortunately, being a cab driver, I knew the quickest route to San Marino. Unfortunately, it wasn't quick enough. I got there at 10:10am. I ran to the door and stripped off my clothes and put them in the bag, rang the bell and dropped to my knees. I waited, and waited, and waited. I could hear neighbors' walking by and laughing at me. I dared not look around at them, I was too embarrassed. Finally the door opened and there stood a beautiful young, black woman. She was dressed in ultra high-heels, fishnet stockings and a very sexy maid's uniform cut high above her knees. From my position I could see she was not wearing any panties and her pussy was clean shaven. "You are late, asshole," the maid stated, "Mistress Ilene does not tolerate tardy slaves, I'm afraid you will pay dearly for this infraction, follow me but crawl on your hands and knees." She then grabbed the trash bag, spun around, reveling a very ample bare bottom as her maid's skirt flared. I could smell her musky fragrance from my kneeling position. It made my head spin. I had difficulty keeping up with her as I crawled behind her, down halls, upstairs and into a large bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, the maid said, "My mistress wants me to prepare you." She ordered me to shave off my beard and mustache which I had spent the last five years cultivating while she then applied a pink, smelling lotion to my entire body. It began to sting after a few minutes and she told me to shower. I was shocked to see all my body hair rinse off my body and fall to the shower floor. I felt itchy and tingly all over. She then had me soak in a perfume bath which helped with the itching and tingling. I was then ordered out of the tub and stood in front of a full length mirror while she towel-patted me dry and applied a feminine smelling powder to my pink, hairless body. I felt very emasculated but remembered, I'd asked for this. Next came the manicure and pedicure. Fake electric pink toe and fingernails were pressed into place and filed to perfection. I was actually enjoying all the papering and attention. My hair, which was long, was styled into a feminine do with feathered bags and twin pony tails on each side of my head held in pace with tiny pink ribbons. My face was made up in a sluttish manner with light blue eye shadow and fake eyelashes. My cheeks were rouged and I winced a little when she rouged the scratched cheek. Pink lipstick was applied to my lips and my eyebrows where plucked into a high arch. Then my outfit. High heels with net stockings held up with a black lace garter-belt. I was then dressed in a matching nipple-less black-lace bra and crotch-less thong. My nipples were rouged and painful nipple clamps were then attached held together by a small chain. My cock was pulled through the hole in the crotch-less thong and a pink ribbon was tightly secured around it in a bow. A large butt-plug was inserted into my ass and a ball-gag was attached into my mouth. The maid then turned me toward the full length mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes! Instead of a masculine young man, I was a beautiful she-male. I barely recognized myself. My cock was fully aroused and strained at the little pink ribbon which dug into my shaft. Unable to speak due the ball gag I just looked at the maid with big eyes and shook my head to express disapproval at my transformation. Sasha, the maid just laughed at me and said, "Well aren't you a sweet little bitch! I am going to love watching our mistress put you through your paces. I just love to see white boys get all sissied up and suck black pussy and cock!" "Suck black cock?" I thought to myself. "Wait a minute; I didn't sign up for that. This was going too far. I was already wondering how I was going to explain my new appearance to my fiancé and friends. Even without the hairdo and makeup, my clean face and body and plucked eyebrows would tell a tale on me. Then, after attaching a pink rhinestone studded collar around my neck, led me, like a lamb to slaughter, on a leash to my Mistress and her niece. As we entered a large, dungeon-like room, with all kinds of chains, racks, ropes and pulleys, leather furniture and a large assortment of whips and paddles, I knew I was in trouble. Mistress Ilene and her niece Pam were dressed identically in matching black leather thigh-high boots and elbow high leather gloves. They wore nothing else. Their pussies were completely shaven and they both wore severe makeup which made them look very menacing. Their hair was worn up in high pony-tails with metal clasps to hold them in place. I was beginning to worry. Pam walked over to where I was kneeing, looked down at me and said, "I thought you were going to bring me a man, auntie, not a faggoty little girl!" Her words cut me like a knife, I have always thought of myself as a masculine, straight male, and here some young teenybopper was calling me a sissy and a faggot which is exactly what I looked like. I then took noticed of my mistress's niece. My god was she a work of art. She reminded me of Tinkerbelle from the Peter Pan Stories. The only difference is Pam was full-sized and real. She had a sweet face and big blue eyes and blond hair which gave her the appearance of an angel. Her makeup however was whorish and cruel which in contrast created quite a shocking appearance. Her aunt however was a mature, beautiful woman, wise in the ways of the world and men. She exuded an air of confidence and sexuality that could entrap and control any man she wanted. "Well, my dear Pam," Mistress Ilene returned, "He may look like a sissy, but inside he is still a bad little boy and it is up to teach that little bad boy how to be good and we can start with some unfinished business." She walked over to me and pulled on my collar causing me to look up at her helplessly. "Told you to be here at ten o'clock exactly, didn't I!" she asked me, talking through her teeth to sound menacing. I quickly nodded my head in confirmation. "And you have the nerve to show up at ten after ten?" She added raising her voice slightly. Again I nodded in agreement. Then my mistress said in a very threatening voice, "You have insulted me, my niece and my maid. You have placed you silly needs above ours and therefore you must be punished." "I have half a mind to just drop you off in Compton dressed as you are and let those black men have their way with you!" "But," she said, her voice softening a bit, "I'm inclined to be merciful this first time." Upon my Mistress's signal, Sasha chained me, face down to a leather hassock and exposed my buttocks by ripping off my thong panties. My mistress then went over to her collection of whips and carefully selected a cat-o-nine tails. She turned to her niece and said, "This will be your first lesson Pam. You will give him ten lashes for every minute he was late. I call this whip "From a "Whisper To A Scream!" "You start out with moderate, rapid blow to this area here which is called, "The Sweet Spot," she, then drew a round circle on my buttocks with a red marking pen about the size of a grapefruit. "By moving the cat in a circular motion," she instructed as she demonstrated the wrist action needed, "you can deliver blows rapidly and easily control the strength of each blow." "I recommend starting slowly with a light motion and then get a little harder and faster as you go along. He has earned one hundred blows, be my guest, Darling." Pam took the whip and started striking my sweet spot. At first it felt like a gentle caress but as she continued, my bottom started to burn. The stroke became faster and harder. The pain increased. Soon I was breathing heavy and fighting back tears. I held out as long as I could but as she reached the ninetieth stoke I began sobbing like a little girl. This pleased Pam immensely and she squealed, "I did it, I did it, I made a grown man cry! Oh my god, it felt wonderful! Can I whip him some more, please?" "That's enough for now, darling, maybe later... if he's bad," He aunt replied. To be continued... Such a Deal Ch. 03 Mistress Ilene explained to Pam, "Punishment should be delivered swiftly so a man can remember what he is being punished for and administrated without anger." "The purpose is to teach the offender that he/she has acted improperly and you, the disciplinarian are enacting what is just and proper punishment, objectively without emotional involvement." My mistress continued, "If you over-punish someone, two things happen. One- they don't understand why they are being punished all the time and two-they become desensitized to pain." "I know that exhilarating feeling you get while whipping a man and reducing him to tears but you must resist your impulses to overdo it darling." Pam replied, "I understand auntie. I am so lucky to have such a wise and understanding teacher, but I still hope he is bad soon. It felt wonderful!" I made a mental note to myself to be good. I didn't want this crazy kid whipping my hide off. "Now," Mistress Ilene stated, "Lesson two, humiliation and verbal abuse. Remember a man can only take so much physical pain and then he passes out but there is no limit to the mental pain that can be inflicted upon him. Watch, listen and learn." She walked over to where I was kneeling on the floor and asked, "You didn't like your whipping did you?" I shook my head adamantly. She then loosened the ball gag and asked, "Tell us why you were whipped." "B-because I was late." I replied still sniffling a little. "And now you are going to be a good little sissy and do everything we ask you, right?" "Y-yes!" I quickly replied. SMACK, my mistress slapped my face quite hard and said, "Yes, what?" "YES MISTRESS!" I yelled, my cheek smarting. "Very good," Mistress Ilene replied. "Now I want you to crawl over to Mistress Pam and kiss her feet and thank her for spanking you so you can learn not to be late for appointments in the future." This was so humiliating, to have to crawl over to that little brat and kiss her feet thanking her for whipping the hell out of my stinging bottom, it was almost more than I could bare but I knew refusal would only bring more whippings. I crawled over to her and started kissing her feet. "Lick and suck them, you worthless bitch," Pam commanded. I felt my face flush as I increased my efforts to adore her little feet and toes. "Thank you Mistress Pam for teaching me not to be late, thank you for whipping me so I can learn." I said, tears of humiliation falling from my face. "You're welcome faggot; just don't let it happen again!" She chided. "I see what you mean, auntie! This is almost as much fun as whipping him! What's next?" She asked impatiently. "I think we should take some time out for our own pleasure, "my mistress informed her. Then, she ordered me to lie on my back. "This is called "Queening or Smothering" she told her young niece. With that she lowered her pussy down and began to rub her vaginal juices all over my face. She also ordered me to lick and suck her cunt and asshole. I had to breathe quickly between her movements to keep from being smothered. "Don't smother them completely," Mistress Ilene instructed. "Let them have just enough air to keep them from passing out. Continue until you have had enough orgasms to feel satisfied. This is one of the perks of being a Dom." I continued suck and licking my mistress until she had climaxed four times. At that point she stood up and offered my face to her young niece. Her niece quickly took her aunt's place. She rubbed her pussy much harder against my face and when my tongue came in touch with her anus she screamed, "That's right, suck my ass you loser! Put your tongue in father, yes, oh yes, that's it!" I was gasping for air as I administrated to my young mistresses needs. I could feel her coming on my face as she yelled, "Oh yeah, that's it, that's it suck on my clit you little pussy-boy, ahhhhhhhhh!" She then collapse on me and went limp. I turned my head slightly to one side panting and trying to catch my breath. "You like?" my mistress asked her niece. "Oh yes, "Pam answered, breathlessly, "I think I will have him sleep with his face between my legs tonight. He really knows how to suck pussy!" She slowly stood up, leaving me there on the floor, my face and makeup smeared with her juices. Both women laughed at my appearance and my mistress told Sasha to take me into the bathroom and clean me up. Sasha led me by my leash into the bathroom and said, "You're not through sucking yet, pussy-boy!" And with that she pulled my face to her cunt and said, "Suck it good, bitch, make me cum just like our mistresses. That's right, all over, and right there, yes, yes, yes! I kept licking and sucking her pussy. I noticed each woman had a distinctly different taste. Each one was unique and delicious. My cock was throbbing and pre-cum was oozing from the tip as I brought the maid to her second orgasm. She then released her grip on my head and let forth a stream of piss on my face. "I was told to clean you up, but they didn't say how to clean you up!" She said, laughing. I was getting everything I had asked for and more! Such a Deal Ch. 04 Sasha had me strip down while she cleaned me up. I was then told to put on a shorty nightgown. I was then taken to a bedroom and allowed to rest. I was exhausted. We had been at it for seven hours. I was awoken at mid-night by Sasha and dressed as before with fresh makeup applied to my face and hair re-arranged. "We have company and you are the entertainment!" She informed me, grinning from ear to ear. I was then led back into the dungeon room. My mistresses were sitting on the sofa, laughing and drinking with two large black males and my fiancée Angel! "Well, here she is!" My mistress said laughingly, "The bell of the ball. Oh I hope you don't mind, I invited Angel, your fiancée. When you told me at dinner you were engaged to Angel, I checked your pocket address book in your wallet and there she was under "A"," "I know you wouldn't want to keep any secretes from your prospective wife so I told her what was going on and invited her here to see for herself."she added. I was in shock. For Angel to see me like this was more than I could bear! I tried to speak, "A-angel, I-I, please try to understand..." Angel walked over to me, looked down at my ridiculous appearance and said, "Understand? Understand? Oh I understand. The man or should I say sissy I was planning to marry is nothing more than a pervert who craves domination, punishment and humiliation? "I probably could have lived with the fact that you are closet masochist. We might even have come to some agreement regarding your sick little deviations. But to marry me and withhold this information is unforgiveable, "she added. As Angel continued I could hear the emotion in her voice, "To share this information with a professional dominatrix and her staff and keep it a secret from me? They showed me the video. Is this what you want? I thought you were a real man!" I had tears of shame running down my cheeks. There were no words to justify what I had done. I realized I had just lost the best woman I had ever met. I felt sick inside. "You might want to reconsider, Angel," my mistress stated. Just think, you're not losing a husband, your gaining a maid!" All five people laughed at this including Angel. "Look at that sissy mother-fucker!" one of the black men said. "You said she was punked-out but you didn't tell us what a fine looking sissy-bitch she was!" The other man added. I was totally mortified. To be seen in my feminized state by two women was one thing but to look like this in front of two men and my fiancée was even worse. "Kelly, this is Mark and Alex," my mistress said. They have been helping me with some landscaping and I promised them a nice, white sissy-bitch to play with as part of their payment. " "Pam," she continued, "this is lesson four. Once a man is feminized he is much more vulnerable and susceptible to any advances by other men. Kelly is not gay; therefore performing forced bi-sex is much more humiliating and degrading to him. Boys, he's all yours!" With that said the two men got up from the couch and walked over to me. Mark unzipped his pants and pulled out the largest cock I had ever seen. He waved it in my face and said, "Like what you see bitch? I bet you can hardly wait to suck on this magnificent black mamba, can ya?" I was dumb struck. I shook my head no in protest and started crawling backwards away from his giant cock. "I thought you said this bitch was trained Ilene, "Mark said disappointedly. Mistress Ilene then commanded me in her sternest voice, "Listen to me sissy. Once again you have insulted me and my friends. Would you like Pam to repeat your earlier punishment? We can make it two-hundred blows this time. Pam dear, would you like to whip him some more?" "Oh yes! I'd love to! I was hoping he'd be bad." She answered eagerly. I knew I was beaten. I could not stand to receive another two-hundred blows to my already swollen, red bottom. "I'll do it," I replied meekly, just don't whip me again. I'll do anything!" "Oh no," Mark replied. "I need more enthusiasm than that. Now you will have to beg to suck my cock and beg Angel to let you!" I started begging with tears flowing, "Please Angel, let me suck Mark's cock, please. Mark, I am sorry I refused you may I please suck your cock?" Angel laughed and said, "Does my sweet little faggot need Mark's cock in his mouth. That's understandable; I wouldn't mind having that beautiful cock in my mouth either. Go ahead sissy, suck it and make him cum!" God she was getting into the game too! Mark then said, "Come on bitch, start sucking!" I had never sucked a cock before. I lifted his semi-hard, ten inch cock in my hand. It was heavy, hot and kind of satiny. Even at partial erection I had to stretch my mouth and lips wide to even engulf a portion of the increasingly growing member. It was not entirely an unpleasant experience. I much prefer the odor of estrogen to testosterone. The taste wasn't bad. It was the size I had trouble with. I was starting to gag with only one-third of his cock in my mouth and as it increased in swelling I began to gag even more. "Man, this pussy really doesn't know how to suck a real man's cock. Anybody want to give him lessons?" Mark asked. Immediately Angel joined me on the floor. "I'd like to help Mark. After all, it's my fiancé that's blowing it, to coin a phrase." Everyone laughed at this remark, everyone except me. "Listen honey," Angel said, "We all know you haven't had much experience at this so because I really want my man, I mean sissy, to succeed, I am willing to show you how it's done. Watch and learn darling." Angel grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft and yanked it from my mouth causing it to make a popping sound. She then gently licked the gland under the head, explaining that this was the most sensitive area of the penis. She then spit on the head of his cock and started polishing it with her tongue. I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was in full drag, on my knees getting cocksucking lessons from my sweet innocent fiancée who was deep-throating one of the biggest,blackest cocks I have ever seen. She paused her sucking briefly to explain to me, "It's all about relaxing your throat, therefore avoiding the gag reflex action. See honey." Once again she resumed taking this enormous dick deep down into her throat. It reminded me of one of those wild-life specials where it shows the python swallowing a weasel. It defies description. Mark continued to violate my fiancée's throat with no apparent discomfort to her, just occasional guttural moans of pleasure escaping from her mouth. She was getting off from this as much as Mark. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she let the huge member pop from her mouth, and with saliva pouring down her cheeks, throat and neck, her mascara smeared from her tearing eyes said, "See baby, nothing to it. Now you try again,"she instructed, passing my his giant cock. I was in total shock. I had no idea my future bride possessed such talents! I wondered how these abilities were acquired and why she had never shared them with me. To be continued... Such a Deal Ch. 05 Once again I tried to take this monster cock in my mouth with no luck. "Well," Mark stated, "If she can't suck it, then she can fuck it!" He effortlessly spun me around and placed his glistening cock at the entrance to my anus, and said, "Ok sissy, ask Angel's permission and beg me to fuck you and it better sound sincere or you can count on getting those two-hundred blows from Pam, which I'm sure she is dying to give you!" "Please say no," Pam encouraged me, I need the practice. I gave up. I was broken and they knew it. I decided to let them do with me, what they want. "Please, Angel," I pleaded, "Let Mark fuck me with his big cock. I need it, please!" "Of course darling," Angel said in a teasing voice. "Who am I to stand in the way of my little sissy's happiness?" "Please Mark," I begged. "Please fuck my little man-pussy with that beautiful black dick. I want it, I need it sooo bad!" "Ok bitch," Mark answered, "But hold on tight cause you're going for the ride of your life. After me, you'll be able to take horses and bulls. You'll long for black cock, dream about it, beg for it!" With that he thrust his cock deep inside my ass. At first, I felt faint. My head was spinning and I felt like I was being torn in half. I might have blacked out for a minute of so, then I became aware of his rhythmic assault upon my lower intestinal track. I relaxed, completely submitting to his pounding. Then a strange thing happened. As his huge cock massaged my prostate gland through the thin membrane separating it from my rectum. I felt a pleasurable feeling growing inside my cock and balls. Oh my god! He was making me cum. I was his faggot bitch, responding to his cock's manipulations. I could comments coming from the others in the room. "Look at that little sissy go!", "She loves it!", "I think she is going to cum!", "Looks like Mark turned him into a fucking faggot!" Fuck them! I didn't give a damn what they said; I was too much in my own pleasure zone to care. Then I heard and felt Mark coming deep inside me. I was coming too! I thrust back to meet his strokes. Our duel orgasm seemed to last forever. Finally he collapsed on top of me. I couldn't move. We laid there, his cock slowly shrinking inside me. I lay beneath his big black body feeling my own sticky cum against my stomach, cock and balls as it rubbed on the marble floor. I could faintly hear cheers and applause from the group and we both recovered. As I regained my senses I could hear Angel's moans of pleasure. I looked over to see Alex sitting on the couch with Angel sitting on his cock facing me. She was bouncing up and down like a kid playing with their "Bouncy Ball". She was making a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a squeal. She smiled at me and said, "Maybe I will marry you. I can see this marriage could have lots of advantages. I was flooded with mix emotions, excitement, jealousy, shame, pride, confusion, just to name a few. As I contemplated these thoughts, hypnotized by the sight of my fiancée cuckolding me before my eyes I noticed they both were about to climax. I had never seen Angel climax before due to the fact that we had decided to not have sex until after the marriage. He climax was amazing! It seemed to go on and on without end. Her groans, echoed through to room and halls of the house. Her eyes were closed and her breathing deep and rapid. After they both recovered, Angel smiled at me and beckoned me with her index finger saying, "Come over here cucky and clean us up. This will be a regular job for you from now on. You might say, it's the icing on the cake." I crawled to where they were sitting and saw copious amounts of cum dripping down from their genitals. "First lick him clean, then me'" Angel ordered. I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and started my clean up duties. "That' right," chided Angel, "Clean it real well, and then thank him for fucking your fiancée and giving her such a wonderful orgasm." After cleaning his dick and balls I said, "Thank you for fucking my fiancée and making her cum so hard." "Good boy," Angel added, "now me. First lick my thighs and pussy lips, then you can put your tongue deep inside my pussy and try to get as much out as possible." She laughed and said,"We bear-backed and I'm not on any kind of birth control, so unless you want to be a nanny to little black baby, you had better do a good job!" Once again this brought roars of laughter for everybody in the room. Her last comment made me increase my licking and sucking efforts. Angel continued to mock and tease me while I sucked her clean. "I'm afraid your little dick won't do me much good after Alex's beautiful cock. See how stretched out he has made me? You are pretty good and licking pussy so you can be my little pussy-licking, sissy-bitch from now on, ok?" I continued licking as I nodded and gave my muffled consent. I knew that our relationship had changed completely and would never be the same again. I had gotten what I asked for, in spades! Such a Deal Ch. 06 Here I was, in full sissy regalia, desperately sucking Alex's semen out of my fiancée's pussy trying to prevent her from becoming pregnant and avoiding becoming the nanny to a little half-black baby. This wasn't quite what I had in mind when I answered the dominatrix ad in the newspaper. I thought maybe a spanking, some groveling, a little pussy worshipping and then back to my normal life with my fiancée. I had no idea it would involve a complete transformation leaving me looking more female than male, and an evening of torture and cuckolding involving my fiancée fucking and sucking two black men, while my mistress and her spoiled brat niece whipped the crap out of me and smothered me with their cunts. At least Angel still wanted to marry me but I knew our relationship had totally changed. Instead of being her knight in shining armor, I was her sissy-cuckold maid and slave. I guess I should be thankful she was still willing to marry me and even with this new status, it was better than losing her forever. That weekend continued with my total debasement, cuckolding and training. By the time Monday came around I was a completely broken man, willing to do whatever my future bride asked. When it was finally over, Angel led me to our car. She was wearing only a t-shirt and I was still in drag. As she drove home, she explained her feelings regarding the experience. "Kelly," Angel stated. "What we did this weekend was fun. However, I don't want it to be our full-time life style. I realize you were testing your limits and I admire you for confronting your fantasies. There is nothing wimpy about that. In fact, I don't think you are wimpy at all. Most guys wouldn't have the balls to take the chances and the punishment you just did!" I couldn't believe my ears. Angel had humiliated and cuckolded me in front of strangers, called me a faggot, sissy and a wimp and now she was saying she was proud of me and thought I had balls! Angel continued, "I love you Kelly, more than I have loved any man and I want to spend my life with you. Knowing that you are willing to experiment and try any kind of extreme role-playing with me only makes my feelings for you, stronger." She then added, "But never, NEVER, withhold any secrets from me again and grow the beard back it looks good, we can always shave it off again if you are bad." With that she grabbed one of my ponytails and pulled my face to her lap, saying, "Lick me some more, I think you missed a spot!" I continued licking and sucking her pussy as we drove home. When we got back to the apartment we showered and washed our sins away. I looked in the mirror. My eyebrows still looked weird but what the fuck, the difference between a good eyebrow trim and a bad eyebrow trim is about three weeks. I asked Angel, "You mean you aren't addicted to big black cock after taking on Mark and Alex?" "Of course not silly," She replied, "It felt wonderful but sex without emotional love and involvement is just that, sex. What we have is much more meaningful and speaking of which, I think it's time we consummated this relationship." Angel dropped her robe, undid mine and wrapped her arms around me. After several long passionate kisses, she dropped to the floor and took my average-sized, now fully erect cock into her waiting mouth. She engulfed my entire penis and started manipulating it with her tongue. I don't know where she learned to do what she was doing, but frankly my dear, I didn't give a damn. I was doing my best to keep from coming but she then said, "No darling, don't hold back, I want to taste you. I want to feel you explode in my mouth and down my throat until you have emptied you balls completely. We have all night to fuck, give me your cum." So, what's a guy to do? I shot load after load through those sweet lips as she sucked me hard, swallowing again and again, not to lose one precious drop. My legs became weak and wobbly, I fell back on the bed, completely spent and exhausted. As I lay there in afterglow, I was aware of the warm washcloth she was applying to my genitals. Then she cuddled up beside me and we both fell asleep in each other's arms. After about four hours, I again felt her warm tongue playing with my cock. She then wrapped her thumb and index finger around the top of my scrotum and gave it a gentle tug and she sucked me hard. Once I had achieved sufficient wood, she mounted me and slowly lowered her juicy cunt down on my throbbing dick. Although I have an average sized penis, she was reacting like I had twelve inches. Moaning and groaning, with eyes closed. It felt wonderful being inside her. I grabbed her hips and rotated her pelvis so her clit was rubbing against my pelvic bone. After a couple of minutes of this action, I could feel it was working! She was getting enough vaginal-clitoral stimulation to make her cum. Her birdsong was much different from the noises she made with Alex. It seemed to come from much deeper place inside her. At first she made moaning sounds, then a loud groaning noise that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her orgasm inspired mine. I was sure I didn't have a drop of sperm left in me after her super blow-job. I was wrong.