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Andre

By: writer7269



Chapter One

Andre called again today, requesting another date. I know he wants in my pants, or more specifically my panties. That's fine, I want him to fuck me, but I have been holding out a bit – making him want me just a little more. 

Five o'clock rolled around and Andre arrived right on time. We got in his car to head to the movie theatre. I had purposely worn a light summer dress held up by spaghetti straps that covered just above my knees. While this may have been a very "cute" look, the surprise for Andre later was going to be my hairless pussy unencumbered by panties. I wore my long blonde hair down and applied makeup very careful to accentuate my blue eyes. My tan was still deep from the days on the beach and my breasts where pushed up and threatening to pour out of the seam of my dress. Sitting next to Andre in his car I glanced at his crotch. Once again I had succeeded in giving this gorgeous man a raging hard on, and though I had not yet seen his cock I was well aware of how perfect it was going to feel. I watched his beautiful face as he drove through traffic. His skin was black, his teeth perfect, and his body to die for. I had run into him one time at the gym as he was leaving –topless. To say he has a perfect body would be a grossly inaccurate statement. Andre was the whole package, he was sexy, smart and rich...everything a girl could want.

We got to the theatre and Andre walked me to the door. It was an early showing so the crowds were very limited; in fact, the theatre we were in had only five or six other people in it. I sat next to Andre and we engaged in general small talk. Once the lights went down and the movie started I leaned against him as he put his arm over my shoulders. About ten minutes into the movie I placed my hand over his hand draping over my shoulder and pulled it down just a bit further. I let him rest his hand on my breast as I encouraged him to squeeze it by pressing his hand down. It took Andre no time to get the hint and he began rubbing my tit. Soon his hand slipped under the fabric of my dress and found my nipple. 

At first I was taken aback by the aggressive nature in which he pinched and pulled on my nipple. Soon, I felt myself getting fully aroused and I began to softly whimper in his ear. I felt the breath of his voice as he whispered to me, "You have been teasing me for a long time. I think I need to show you what happens to a cock tease." With that final word, Andre pinched my nipple harder than ever. The combination of his voice, his breath and the pain in my tit made me shake as I felt as though I could cum at any second. 

I felt Andre shift in his seat as he turned his body more toward me. I felt his hand on my thigh as he slid my dress up. There was no hesitation in his actions, he was not waiting for permission. His finger tips found my juicy cunt in a matter of seconds. Again he leaned to me and whispered, "No panties. What a little slut. You were planning on letting me at your pussy tonight, weren't you?" I couldn't lie, I simply said yes, the best I could as I squirmed as his fingers played with my pussy lips, intentionally avoiding my clit. 

"Does that make you a slut?' Andre asked. 

"No" was my reply. 

"I am going to ask you one more time." Andre stated as he pinched my nipple roughly. "Does this bare pussy make you a slut?" I was gone, I was weak – I had never felt submissive in any relationship but I wanted it to happen right now. I wanted Andre to stand me up and take me right there over the seat in the theatre. 

"Yes" I said. 

"Yes, what?" was the reply. 

"My bare pussy makes me a slut." This was the only response I could get out. 

"Not bad, but when you are under my control I expect to be addressed as "sir", do you understand?" I understood, and so did my pussy as it grew wetter and wetter. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Good girl." He exclaimed as he rammed three fingers straight into my hole. I sucked in my breath out of both surprise and pleasure. 

"Now, my little slut, I am not going to let you cum. You have been teasing me for weeks, so I think I owe you the favor." I could hear the pleasure in Andre's voice as he disappointed me more than I had ever thought possible. 

"You feel my fingers? My cock is twice as thick. My cock in your pussy would stretch you and fill you more than you have ever experienced." I tried to push my hips to fuck his fingers, but I was sitting in a manner which made this impossible. I lost track of everything except the sensation in my pussy, the feeling of Andre's breath, and the image of his massive black cock tearing me apart. 

"Would you like to earn the privilege of me letting you cum before we leave here?" I was shocked at the question, it seemed almost rhetorical, but I was not taking chances. 

"Yes, sir." I answered dutifully. 

"See that employee down there in the front row along the edge?" I nodded. "Well, he has been watching you since we walked in. He has looked back a few times and knows what we are up to. I am going to have him come sit next to you, while I move back a few rows. Suck him off –swallow every last drop. Once you are done with him, I will take care of you" I couldn't believe what he was proposing; but even more amazing was the fact that I wanted to do it. I wanted to suck on this stranger's cock...I wanted Andre to watch.

Andre got up and left my side and I saw him draw the young man out the door. A few minutes later, Andre returned and walked past me, sitting a few rows behind me. Then the young stud moved in and filled Andre's vacant seat. He was so young looking, maybe in his first year of college. He looked at me nervously. I placed my hand on his crotch and could feel his rock hard cock straining to get loose. I also felt the moisture as his precum was beginning to soak through the thin fabric of his slacks. I knew it would not take long, so I decided to have some fun before I started. 

I leaned over to his ear and asked him if he had ever had a blow job before. He said he had not, his voice shaking. I asked him if he had ever had sex, and again he said he had not. I told him to undo his pants and take out his cock. With shaking hands he did as instructed. I felt my pulse rising as this young man was doing everything I asked, I was feeling a sense of domination I was enjoying. I told him to gently stroke his cock for me to make sure it was as hard as possible. I could tell by his actions that jacking his meat was not something new to this kid. 

"Do you jack off at home?" I asked. He nodded at me. 

"Well, I promise this is going to be much better." I placed my hand over his, and he pulled away allowing me full access to his virgin meat. His cock was hard, and though it was somewhat shorter than I liked, it was the perfect size to fit down my throat. I used his precum to lube my hand as I stroked him; occasionally I would squeeze the base of his cock to keep him from shooting his load too soon. Then I lowered my head and placed the swollen mushroom of his cock in my mouth. I felt his body jump at the soft sensation of my tongue caressing the tip of his dick. I knew Andre was watching and could see my head in the boy's lap as he threw his head back. 

I felt the young man's hands on my head, he wanted me to suck his whole cock in. I couldn't do that just yet, I needed to taste him a bit longer. Instead I pulled his rigid meat from my lips and licked him like a sucker. I could hear his breathing and feel his hips trying to fuck my face. Finally, I decided to play nice and let him cum. I placed his entire cock in my mouth, until I felt the velvety head on the back of my throat. Then, using my hand, I began bobbing and sucking in earnest. As I suspected, he could not hold out, I felt his balls tighten and his cock got just a little bit harder...then swallowing his cock I enjoyed the sensation as he emptied his load down my throat. I swallowed greedily, savoring the taste, texture, and smell. He continued to buck against my mouth as I finished milking him for every last drop. 

I let his now soft cock fall from my lips and whispered to him that he needed to get back to work. He quickly took the hint and put his cock away and wandered out of the theatre on unsteady feet. 

After a few minutes, Andre returned next to me and leaned over "I want you to lean over and tell me everything. I watched but did not get to see enough, so I want you to tell me." I told Andre about the guy seeming to be a virgin. 

"How did that make you feel?" He quizzed. 

I explained it made me want him even more. I described how I had used the boys own lube to moisten his dick so I could stroke him. 

"I watched him squirm and hump at you. He wanted you. You did a wonderful job of teasing him, he was so fresh I am surprised he didn't pop off in your hand." I was getting wetter telling Andre all the lurid details. Finally, I shared how I had deep throated the cock and took his load straight into my stomach. 

"Perfect." Was the only reply. For some odd reason making Andre happy was the most important thing to me at that moment. 

"Now for your reward my love." With those words Andre slid from his seat, shifted me slightly, and placed his mouth fully on my cunt. I didn't have a chance to brace myself and before I could control it, my pussy was cumming all over his mouth. He held his mouth firm until my shaking had stopped. He sat up, wrapped his arm around me and we finished watching the movie.

As we left the theatre I saw the young kid I had sucked off standing in a corner, still with a slight daze in his look. When we made eye contact he smiled slightly and looked away, blushing. "Do you like the way you can control him?" Andre asked me. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Good, we are going back to my place – I have a gift for you." I didn't care what Andre had for me, all I knew was I did not want to be too far away from him ever again.

Chapter 2

Upon arrival at Andre's home I was taken aback at how gorgeous – and huge it was. He took me straight to his bedroom and told me to undress and wait for him. I did as instructed and Andre returned with a beautiful pink box tied in soft white ribbon. 

"First, you must understand how much I respect and admire you. You are a successful and powerful woman in your own right. I adore your company. I want to explore things like this afternoon with you...and so much more. I need you to trust me. Do you? " 

"Yes, sir, I trust you." 

He handed me the box and told me to open it. I did, and inside was the most beautiful diamond solitaire necklace I had ever seen. "Here is the rule about the necklace." Andre said softly, " I am going to keep it here in this box on the dresser. If I put it on you, you are to be my submissive. You are to do everything I say, with no question or hesitation. If you hesitate I will punish you, if you question me I will punish you even more harshly. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Right now you are not wearing the necklace so you interact with me as we always have, only with the necklace on do you call me sir." 

"Okay" I agreed. 

"You can take the necklace off at any time and the game will stop. When we are ready, I will have a similar item which when worn will make me submissive to you." The thought of dominating Andre both scared and turned me on...I began to think of all the naughty things I could do to him. 

"Now there is the matter of this massive hard on you have been giving me for the last few weeks. I need some relief. How we do this is up to you. You may put on the necklace of you like and we can play rough. Or leave it off and I will keep things more tame." I felt like a slut, I felt so wanton from the movie theater excitement that I couldn't get the necklace on fast enough. 

"Perfect choice, my little slut. Get on your fucking knees right now." Andre raised his voice as he grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor. I remained on my knees as Andre stripped naked. I had never seen his cock before this moment and was taken aback by the sheer size of it. I was amazed at how long and thick it was, the veins running up and down the shaft looked ready to explode. 

He walked up to me and stood before me. He placed his left hand in my hair again and grabbed the shaft of his cock in his right hand. "Stick out your tongue." He ordered. I did as expected and slid my tongue out as far as I could. I felt him rub the head of his cock on my tongue. The spongy sensation as he moved it back and forth sent fireworks through my stomach to my pussy. He stood there for what seemed and eternity as he slowly teased himself. 

"Taste my juice." I closed my mouth and was thrilled with the huge amount of precum on my tongue. His juice from that brief session was more than what most men give even after orgasm. 

"Now, are you ready to be my whore?" 

"Yes, sir." I didn't care what he wanted, I was his. "I am going to fuck your face. I want you to swallow every inch of my dick, and if you don't cooperate I will force it in you." With that he placed both hands in my hair and drove his cock to the back of my throat. I tried to relax my throat muscles to let him in further. 

"Let me in your fucking mouth, bitch." Amazingly, I was able to do as he asked. Soon he was fucking my face in earnest. Every so often he would pull his cock free so I could catch my breath, strings of spit pouring down my chin. He would slap my lips with his cock before plunging it back into my mouth. The whole time he is violating me he is talking to me. Saying things I had never heard, but made me feel even more aroused. He called me a slut and a whore. He told me how good my mouth felt, how sexy I looked with his black cock shoved in my beautiful white face.

At one point he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved my face onto his balls. I licked greedily, sucking and slurping his massive nuts. "I'm not going to make you cum again you slut, so you better get your fingers working and get yourself off before I cum." 

He didn't have to tell me twice, with no effort my fingers slid into my pussy, I came immediately, moaning into his balls as I rubbed them all over my face. "Good girl, now, you are going to do for me what you did for that little white boy at the show. You are going to drink every drop of my seed as I pump it into your stomach." 

With that he went wild, fucking my face more aggressive than I thought possible, he didn't care that it was my mouth and not my pussy...he was hitting it hard. Suddenly he grunted and I felt him stiffen, in one motion he stuck is cock further down my throat than it had ever been. Then it began pulsing against my tongue and the liquid began pouring down my throat. I couldn't move, I couldn't swallow, I couldn't breath. I was hostage until he finished...which seemed like forever. He pulled his still hard dick from my lips and told me to open my mouth, and he looked to be sure I swallowed it all. "Now, suck every last drop out of here." He said as he pushed his dick at my face. I used my hand to squeeze out the final few drops. 

Andre reached around me, lifted my hair and took off the necklace. Without a word he replaced it in its box. He returned to me and gently took my hand, guiding me to the bathroom. He ran a warm shower while I stood waiting, shaking from the combination exhaustion and pleasure. We spent an eternity in the shower, under the warm water washing one another like lovers. "Are you happy?" he asks. "Yes, very. Thank you." He smiled so lovingly, kissing me gently "You're welcome, it will only get better."

Andre and I



"Sara, would you take me and Cat home?" Dane asked in his booming voice as he yawned. The movie we had seen earlier ("Lord of War") had been wonderful but emotionally taxing. Although he's six foot seven and 250 lbs. Dane is as helpless as a kitten when he's tired and Cat was long gone, slumped against Andre on his couch. 

Taking the last bite of my miniature Almond Joy, I nodded. "Of course. All you had to do was ask."

Seeing Cat and Dane falling asleep for the last few hours while watching "Event Horizon" at Andre's apartment, I had known they would either be out for good there or ask me to bring them back to their dorms at like two in the morning. I hate it when I'm right.

"I'm not even tired at all," I sighed. Looking at Andre, I asked if it would be okay with him if I came back afterward.

"Sure," he shrugged. So they gathered their things and I grabbed my keys and we headed for the door. "You mind if I come, too?"

"Course not," I said as I flipped my seat up for them to climb in the back of my Escort. Dane sat up front because, as we had found out on our many group outings, it is quite impossible for him to fit anywhere else in my tiny car. Shifting into first, we were off, first to Cat's dorm and then to Dane's, my crazy mixed CD's going in the background the whole time. 

"So," I started with a pause, "What's going on with you and Cat?" I shot a sideways grin in his direction as he turned.

"Absolutely nothing. I really don't want a girlfriend right now, you know? I mean, I just got out of a really long relationship and Cat seems like the kind of girl who would get really clingy really fast."

"Yeah," I agreed. The conversation turned to other things as we got closer to his apartment. Walking in, I sat down and immediately realized I was starving. Also realizing it was nearly three in the morning, I asked Andre if he wanted to go to Taco Bell. So away we went: Back to the car and on to the Bell!

Laughing at all the crazy stoners there at three in the morning blasting their music as they ordered for all five munchy-driven people in the car, we realized that they were probably laughing at the real Michael Jackson version of "Smooth Criminal" I was playing. Either that or they were just high...

The line was so long that it must have taken twenty minutes to get my two simple orders of cinnamon twists but we had so much fun waiting in the line of cars, yelling a few "War Eagle's" at random people and going through my entire insane music collection. We finally got back to his place and finished watching "Friday," which I found to be very amusing even though we're both white. We fought over the last cinnamon twist (of course I won) and then started battling with empty soda bottles.

The tickling war didn't begin until we put in "Shrek 2." Well, I shouldn't really call it a tickling war since Andre's not ticklish. Kind of unfair, don't you think? To make a long story short, the tickling turned into wrestling, me at full strength and Andre laughingly avoiding my attacks. 

My sweater got completely stretched out so I asked Andre if he had a T-shirt I could wear. He, of course, brought back an enormous Mickey Mouse shirt whose sleeves hung past my elbows. I laughed and shoved him a little but still went to go put it on, it's massive shape falling loosely over my small frame. The game went on as the movie blared on unnoticed in the background.

I got pinned many more times than he did but still found it in my opinion that I had won. He disagreed so we kept at it until he was completely exhausted. I, of course, was still going strong so after a little persuasion on my part he finally declared me the victor. I collapsed on the couch, hot and tired, my long dark hair even wilder than it had been before, but still full of energy.

It was so late at this point that it was early. The windows were getting brighter and the clock showed 6:33 as I sat breathing heavily on the couch.

Then, not to my complete surprise, Andre came and sat next to me, leaning over as we lay down on the couch. As uncomfortable as the couch was, it felt nice as he ran his hand along my back. After a while though, the couch was getting so uncomfortable that he asked if I would mind if we went up to his room.

"If you want to," I said softly. I followed him up the stairs and into his room. I lay down and after shedding his shirt he snuggled up behind me, his arm falling across my waist to encircle my wrist. Immediately I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. You see, spooning (with clothes on) turns me on like nothing else except being held down, which I had my fair share of while we were wrestling. So as I lay there trying unsuccessfully to calm myself, all I could think about is what we could be doing.

Well, a few strategic stretches, flexing my back and bringing my knee up closer to my chest, some seemingly-innocent sounding sighing mixed in with my breathing, and I could tell he was as turned on as I was. God I'm good.

Before long, the slow grinding turned into kissing and, not long after, full-on dry humping (as much as I hate that term) and my sighing got a lot louder. He rolled on top of me, turning me onto my stomach as I arched my back, countering his thrusts with my own. After trying out a few of each of our favorite positions, I slid over to his side as my hand fell on his shorts. "Can I ask you a question?" I said as I began to stroke him.

"Sure."

"How big are you?" I whispered. He gave me a smile and offered an exciting number. Hearing this I smiled back and kissed him. Leaning up, I asked if he had any mouthwash, to which he replied he did. Smiling again, I got up and repositioned myself between his legs, bringing his shorts down with me.

I took him into my mouth as he groaned, running my nails down his flat stomach and letting my hair fall around his hips. (Now let me tell you, I am very good at giving head. I mean very. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I get around or anything; I can count the guys I've been with on one hand, but they've all told me how incredible I am at it. So anyways, back to the story.) His fingers entwined in my hair as he neared his climax, coming in my mouth as I slowed my pace, waiting until he relaxed to stop completely.

He pulled me up to kiss me. "Wait!" I cried, "Mouthwash!" He laughed as I jumped up and darted into the bathroom. It's not that I mind the taste; I just don't think he would appreciate a mouthful of the stuff. After gargling to satisfaction I returned, climbing on top of him and kissing him roughly. I laughed when I saw the red marks I had left on his stomach.

"My turn," he growled as he pushed me off of him and onto my back. I took off my pants and threw then across the room, eliciting a laugh from Andre. He lay on his side beside me and stroked his way down past my stomach. I gasped as he touched me. It had been at least two months since a guy had put his hand on me in that way (not that I don't do it all the time) and it felt damn good. I moaned as he immediately found my clit and got a steady rhythm going.

I don't know how he did it but I came at least three times. I just reached my high and stayed there. It was amazing and I told him so several times, my hand running through his blonde hair as I arched and moaned against him. The last guy to get multiples out of me had been junior year of high school. I can't even do that to myself. Finally I couldn't take any more and had to beg him to stop until his hand finally slowed.

It must have taken me a good ten minutes to get my breathing back to normal. I curled into his arms and we fell asleep, at least for a little while. In the same position as before, it didn't take too long to get excited.

This time we went just a little bit further, shedding more clothes and holding each other down. In reality, he held me down and unconvincingly tried to make me believe I was holding him down. He agreed to let me use handcuffs on him whenever I bring them down to Auburn and I agreed to show him my extensive lingerie collection and my Halloween costume, which just so happens to be a very, very sexy French maid. He explained how he had predicted this would happen with me and we talked about how fun the "no strings attached" relationship is going to be and what we are going to do next time.

"When is next time?" I asked between kisses.

"Whenever we get really horny," he said, laughing.

I considered his answer for a minute then said, "So in about two hours?"

Four orgasms later, sleep finally took over and he wrapped his arms around me as we fell asleep. The time was 2:30 pm.

We woke up again at around four and I kissed my way down his chest and settled between his legs once again. This time, however, he prompted me to use his KY, which I found to be very fun. My hand encircled him as he exhaled sharply. I felt his body tense as he got closer. Just as he reached the edge, I took him into my mouth, both avoiding a mess and heightening his pleasure at the same time. I told you I was good. Again, I waited until he was completely relaxed to slowly slide my mouth off.

"Mmmm."

"Did you like that?" I teased as I walked to the bathroom, "Maybe just a little?" He chuckled and after I had gargled successfully pulled me up against his hard body. We cuddled for a while until avoiding phone calls finally caught up to me. 

One of my Architecture classmates called me in to help with a group project and I couldn't say no. We found clothes pretty easily since there was plenty of sunlight (it being 5:30 in the afternoon and all) and he even walked me to my car, kissing me goodbye as I climbed inside.

As I drove off, I couldn't help thinking how much fun I am going to have before all this is over.



Andre Becomes Andrea



I was in my first year of college. I was having second thoughts about the major I had declared: Psychology. I figured I was probably going to have to change it to something else. I went to a local University and was living in my brother's basement. I was not into the party scene, and having just turned 19, I was still too young for the campus bars. I had dated a girl during the first month or so of school, but she started to act a bit unstable. She blamed her erratic behavior on the stress of college. She had come from a small town and was having trouble adjusting. We had awkward sex and promised to never see each other again. We nearly embraced in agreement. There was one person from high school that I stayed in touch with, my friend, Andre. He had decided to take a year off from school before deciding what to do with his life. He claimed he was working at a clothing store and was teaching himself about web design. I would go to his parent's house on weekends, and we would sit around like familiar friends and talk about the people in high school that we had hated: the popular kids. We wished that they were no longer popular.

"That fucker should have a taste of his own medicine. Making people think they are worthless." Andre said.

"What fucker?" I asked.

"All those fuckers." He giggled. 

I had never heard that giggle from him. He smiled strangely.

Andre had a thin build and pale skin. He appeared to have lost a little weight. His face was more angular and his cheekbones were more prominent than ever. He was my height: 5' 11". He was wearing his brown hair very short. His jeans fit him baggy and he had started to wear oversized shirts. I reasoned he was trying to find a new look for himself and was trapped somewhere before he actually did acquire a new look. His bedroom was no longer decorated with the posters of bands that had covered the walls. It seemed sparser than before, but there was a new trunk at the foot of his bed.

I was looking through a web design book that he had left on his nightstand. Andre had gone to the kitchen to get something to drink for us. As I flipped through the pages, not really interested in reading anything, a picture of a girl fell out. I had never seen her before. As if coming with the picture, there was a smell of perfume in the air. She looked as though she could have been the sister he never had, or a cousin I had never met. The girl had dark hair and was nicely made up. The picture was only from the waist up, but I could tell she had small, perky boobs. I found her very attractive and wondered where he was hiding her.

Andre came back into the room and placed the drinks on the computer desk.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"Who?" He said.

"This." I showed him the picture of the girl.

"Nobody." He answered.

"Really. Who is this?" I said.

I needed to know who she was. 

"Are you getting some, Andre? This girl is way hot." I said.

"I wish she was... getting some." He said.

What did he mean by that? I decided not to press it. For now she would remain his secret. He would introduce me to her when he was ready. I was tired from studying and my mind felt as though it had been fried. I was looking forward to spring break, not that I had made any plans to go anywhere, but I wanted to, I needed to just do nothing. We talked a little bit longer before I decided to go. He told me he had some things to do on the computer and was probably going to go to sleep early.

"It's later then." I said.

"All right." He said.



______

I usually called or texted Andre to let him know that I was coming over, but he was not responding to either of them. I was feeling a little bored and needed to just be around a familiar face. His mother answered the door and was her usual gracious self with me. She asked me how my parents were doing and asked me about school. I could tell she was more than annoyed with Andre for taking the year off, but she understood that he needed to sort things out before making a commitment. Andre, once making up his mind, was a very dedicated person. She knew he would eventually get on track.

"Go on up to the room." She said.

"Thank you."

I was about to climb the stairs, but she started speaking again.

"Rob, has he mentioned... making any type of decision yet?" She asked.

"He has some web design books laying around. Maybe something to do with computers?" I said.

She nodded her head and gestured for me to go on up.

There was music playing inside of his room. I knocked on the door. I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from inside Andre's room. It was a girl's voice. Was it the sexy girl from the picture? The music stopped playing and I could here Andre moving a few things around.

"Andre! It's me, Rob." I said.

"Just a minute." Andre said.

Since I figured that he had a girl in his room, and needed his privacy, I was going to leave, but the door opened. The girl from the photo was standing there now. She had come to life. Our eyes were locked in on each other. I was certainly entranced by her. There was also something too familiar about her. 

"Hi. You must be Robert." She said, in a sweet melodic voice. No one called me Robert. She was wearing a short black skirt with ruffles, and had on a white top. Her boobs were small and I don't think she was wearing a bra. She was wearing strapped heels and had on an ankle bracelet. Her feet had a pedicure.

"Yes." I said. "Where is Andre?"

"He's around." She said.

"I thought I heard his voice. Are you two dating?"

"No." She said, in a guy's voice.

I was a little confused, but instantly understood what was going on, and was putting it together. Andre was hiding somewhere under the persona of a girl. I walked over to him/her and looked into his/her face. I placed my hands on his/her shoulders and tried to find Andre. The scent of perfume gave the room a fruity smell. Andre, or some new form of Andre, giggled.

"I'm Andrea. Andre has told me so much about you. I know that the two of you are great friends, and in being a great friend to him, you would never turn your back on him." She said. 

"That's true." I said.

I was not sure what I was agreeing to. I decided to play along.

"So, tell me about yourself, Andrea." I said.

"Andrea is very creative. She has her own website. She is very liberated. She comes and goes as she pleases." Andrea said. "Andrea is very willing to see things through."

My first impulse was too burst out laughing, but this scene was too real, too emotional, to take lightly. I sensed that my entire friendship with Andre could end if the wrong thing was said. I had no real reason to end things. I cared about my friend. I had known him since elementary school. We chatted for about an hour. No word of Andre was made. Andrea owned the room now, and she moved about it as an individual who was girly and into fashion. Her long hair and bouncy skirt were suddenly appealing to me. I was starting a friendship with Andrea. I had accepted her, but I had to get out of the room to gather my thoughts. I told her that I had something to do for my brother and started to excuse myself. In her heels, she was taller than me. She leaned into me and initiated a kiss on the cheek. I accepted her kiss and did the same to her.

"I am glad to have met you, Andrea." I said.

"Likewise." She said.

Andrea brushed her hand across my arm. I turned to leave, unsure at this point if I would ever see Andre again. Nonetheless, I left with a hard on. I was playing her voice over and over in my head as I went down the stairs. His mother sat quietly in the living room and did not say goodbye to me.

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Professors would be speaking, and everything they said could have well been in another language. I was clueless. All I could do was think about Andre and how he was becoming someone else. In the cafeteria, I just sat there with an empty tray. People usually said hello to me, but they must have sensed I was processing something, because no one approached me. How could he make himself into a desirable girl? Was he growing breasts? My best friend had titties? I was starting to have fantasies involving Andrea. I felt that I was comfortable in my masculinity, and was still hopelessly attracted to girls, but Andre/Andrea was something special. Andrea was a girl. Wasn't she? I thought to myself.

The door that my friend was hiding behind was one that I had to go through to find him, or to still have a connection with him. The secret he was keeping, was now part of my life. I felt myself being pushed, by my own hand, to confront these feelings. 

I called Andre, but he would not answer my calls. I texted him and tried to make my words sound accepting of his new lifestyle. I wanted to see Andrea again. I wanted to tell Andre that he was my friend no matter what. Finally, after about a week, I got a call from a number I did not recognize.

"Hello?" I said, thinking it was a wrong number.

"Hello. Is Robert There?" The voice said. 

"This is Robert."

"Hi, Robert. This is Andrea."

My breathing started to increase. My heart rate was moving quickly now. I was excited. I was happy she was calling me. We talked for about an hour. Not once did we mention Andre. She told me, in a bitchy voice, about how her boss was an incompetent and how she was looking for a new job. She talked about how her website was doing. There were many like-mined people such as her. She was grateful for that. We agreed to meet for an early lunch the next day. I had a class but was going to miss it. I needed to see her.

The next morning I showered, shaved, and prepared myself as though I had a date. This was a date. I brushed my teeth a couple of times and used mouthwash. I sprayed some cologne and headed out to meet her.

The mall was mostly empty. It was still early. There were a few senior citizens finishing up their morning walks. There were a few mothers with young children in strollers. Normally, I would be ogling any milf in my field of vision, but this day I was too excited and only thinking of one thing. I found Andrea in the mostly empty food court. She waved to me as though I didn't recognize her. Her hair was a different color. She was sitting at a table. Her legs crossed and foot dangling in flip-flops. She was wearing black spandex pants and had on a white blouse. Her waist cinched by a gold belt. Andrea was wearing a couple of noisy bracelets on both arms. She had on a pair of shades. Today her hair was blonde and shoulder length. It was as though I was seeing her for the first time. 

"Hey." I said, bending down to kiss her on the cheek. 

Her perfume was more flowery this day.

"Hello." She said. "Do you like Andrea's new hair color?"

"Yes." I said. 

We looked at each other, searching out what to talk about. She was constantly moving her left foot, as if in rhythm with some song playing in her head. Her feet were so feminine, and I rarely spent much time on feet. That might have to change. She was drinking a bottle of water, using a straw. She handed me the bottle without asking me if I wanted any. I had a split second to think about what I was going to do next. Was I drinking through a straw used by Andre, or was I actually drinking from Andrea's lips? I looked at her blonde hair, and at the way she smiled at me. I accepted the bottle and the straw. I drank, even though I was not thirsty. I wanted to use her straw.

Andrea had asked me to meet her at the mall because she wanted my opinion on picking out a dress. I was more than eager to help her, to see her come out of a fitting room wearing an outfit I helped her pick out.

"I don't know what to get. I mean my boobs are barely there, but I want to make them look bigger without padding. I don't want to use padding. I don't think my boobies would like it if I wasn't natural."

"Do you think I could see them?" I said.

"Robert, you don't say that to a girl you just met. Is that how you see me? I am not happy with that remark at all." She said in a pissed-off tone.

I was quiet. I really had wanted to see them at some point that day.

"I am sorry, Andrea. You are right." I said. 

We didn't get anything to eat. She was ready to go shopping. Andrea stood up to put her empty tray away. I immediately stood up to take it from her.

"Let me do that." I said. 

I looked into her eyes. Today we were the same height. I was so close to her. I could feel her breathing. She wore just a light cover of makeup and had on very little lipstick.

"Thank you." She whispered as she handed me her tray.

As I was putting the tray away, I noticed that she was adjusting her belt and straightening out her pants. She acted so girly. Her butt was shapely. I had never looked at it in that manner. In that moment, I had no doubt that she could pass easily, even if the mall had been full of people and there was more eye contact and scrutiny. She would not have to fool anyone. She was Andrea. I was suddenly on the track where sex with Andrea was a goal. She was an ultimate goal.

The first time she came out of the dressing room, she did not look happy and stomped her right foot. She looked in the mirror and shook her head. The white dress fitted too tightly on top.

"See what I mean?" She said. "They look too small."

"We have time to try on as many as you want." I said.

I hated shopping, but was starting to like how she would come out of the fitting room and twirl for me. She tried on skirts, dresses and a few pair of pants, before finally finding something that flattered her perfectly: She wore a dress that was beige and that hugged her body, but didn't not make her breasts disappear. The dress had thin straps and was a good two inches above her knees. She was braless and they looked very promising. She was wearing her flip-flops, so I imagined that with high heels she would look very impressive. 

"I like it." I said, without having been asked. 

"How does my butt look?" She asked softly.

"Amazing." I said.

The sales people went about their business, not interested in the two of us.

She turned her back to the mirror and looked back to see her ass. 

"I'll look better with he right shoes." 

"I am not sure I will be able to keep my hands off you if we were alone right now." I said, nervously laughing.

She looked at me rather wistfully. I sensed that Andrea was happy to hear that.

 As we were leaving the store, we started to hold hands. I was carrying her dress with my free hand. We were just speaking, not talking about anything in particular. I told her that I wanted to see her try on some high heel shoes. She said that she knew of just the pair at another store. 

"Maybe we can do that tomorrow?" I said.

"Maybe." She giggled. "Do you think I have nice feet?"

"Yes." I said.

A guy that Andre and I had gone to High School with was walking towards us. He appeared distracted by something and I hoped he remained that way. I wanted to be strong for Andrea, and tried to act as calm as possible. I did feel her hand squeeze mine a little tighter. He noticed me. We were only a hundred or so feet from the exit. I waved hello to Jason. He gave Andrea a quick glance. He did not question that I was holding hands with a girl. He then turned his attention to me. Andre never liked this guy. He was always dismissive of him.

"Rob. What's going on man?"

"Not much." I said. "You?"

"Just in school. Never thought I'd recover after a tough first semester. Doing better now." Jason said.

"Andrea, this is Jason. We went to high school together. Jason, this is Andrea." I said.

Jason nodded. Andrea remained cool. She did look sexy with her shades and blonde hair.

"I actually have a job interview today. Here at the mall." He said.

"That's fine, maybe we can catch up some other day." I said.

We made the usual promise to get together the first chance we had. We said goodbye. Andrea's grip on my hand has lessened a bit. I looked back to see where Jason was. I had a slight nervous feeling during the short conversation. I had been holding hands with my best friend from high school who was now dressed and acting like a girl. In Andre's new role, we were surely sharing something special. Andrea hugged my arm as I walked her to her car. She hugged me and gave me a wet kiss on my cheek. My hand was on her waist and I could feel her boobs against my chest. My hand drifted down to her butt. I did my best to keep a light touch on her. She did not seem offended by my touch. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She looked surprised but didn't say anything.

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I was getting very busy with school, but at the same time was going crazy thinking about Andrea. We did not get together the previous weekend. I tried to contact her, and left a message about shopping for shoes, but she never got back to me. I didn't even think about contacting Andre. I wanted to just associate with Andrea. A few days after my last text message to her, I received a phone call from him. Andre seemed annoyed and wanted to meet me right away at the same mall where I had gone shopping with Andrea. I agreed to meet him.

When I got to the food court, I had to look around for him. He was sitting at a booth alongside the outer edge of the food court. He had on a pair of earphones and seemed lost in whatever music he was listening to. There were people mingling about at the different restaurants and children had filled up the play area. He had on a blue jacket and was wearing blue jeans. His hair looked even shorter than before, and his face seemed thinner. 

"Hello." I said. I remembered leaning down to kiss Andrea. That seemed impossible at the moment.

Andre removed his earphones, but didn't say a word.

"I said hello." I said.

He still did not say anything. I could tell he was angry about something and was going to either take it out on me or let me know about it.

"Andrea wanted me to talk to you." He said, bluntly.

I started to think to myself: O.K. I'll play along. 

"How is Andrea?" I said. I was trying to sound concerned for her.

"Get that smirk off your face. This is serious." He said. I had rarely seen him angry. "She wants to know what it is you really feel for her. You have been nice to her, but she say's she thinks you only want to fuck her and you don't really care about her."

"I care about her a lot." I defended myself.

"She says you constantly look at her boobs and stare at her ass. Even though she can't see you doing it, she feels your stare. Andrea says that you asked to see her tits and that you patted her on her butt. This happened the last time you saw her. She may not want to see you again."

"I did do that." I admitted. "But I was just saying goodbye and my hand... I didn't mean anything by it. Nothing bad. She was dressed so sexy. She is sexy."

I could see him taking everything in. He still seemed angry. 

"But," I continued, "I care about her. Can't everything... can't both things exist?"

"What both things?" He asked. 

"The liking her and the friendship?"

He folded his arms and gave me a cold look.

"Look, Rob. Andrea is a special girl. You aren't going to play with her."

"I'm not." I said.

"She and I agreed on something. It is the only way to proceed. It sort of lays things out." He said.

"Yes?" I said. 

"You have to go through me to get to her. Let me rephrase that. I have to go through you to allow you access to Andrea. She is a virgin. And that means something to her."

"What?" I said. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but it all seemed like a sudden shock.

He stood up now. His face had stayed impassive the whole time.

"I have to go now. Think about what I said."

Andre turned to leave. Then just before he walked away, he touched my bare arm with his hand. It was as though he let Andrea out for a moment and she was showing compassion for me. I watched him leave and wondered about his boobs and the fact that his ass did not seem so shapely in loose jeans. I was seriously starting to prefer the company of Andrea, not so much because I was the man and she was girl, but because Andre didn't seem capable of compromising.




Andre Becomes Andrea



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The proposition filtered through my thoughts constantly. I tried to draw on all my experiences, on everything and everyone I knew, but nothing seemed to offer me a clue. Falling in love with Andrea seemed like a pleasurable experience, but having Andre go through me did not seem like fun. He wanted to fuck me, before I could do the same to Andrea. I reasoned that Andre was giving up a lot. Playing, being Andrea, to my masculinity had to be emotionally challenging for him. I decided to not make a quick decision. I knew I might just forget the whole thing an fall in love with someone else, but I doubted I could forget Andrea. Was my friendship to Andre also on the line? I spent a long sleepless night. I sat in bed trying to come to a decision that would benefit everyone. I had to go through with it all. No matter how invasive it was going to be. I felt I was going to be violated.

In the morning, as I was having breakfast, I readied myself to contact Andre.

"When and where?" I texted Andre.

He waited a while before answering me. I hated waiting for his response.

I was to go to Andre's home. His parents were out for the night and we would have plenty of time to settle matters. The first half of the affair was finally going to commence. 

I got all clean and dressed casually. I looked in the mirror, hoping to find the courage I needed. I drove to his house. My hands were sweaty. There was a note on the front door: 'Rob. Come in.' I laughed. If things went as planned, he was the one that was coming in.

I walked into the empty foyer. It was very quiet upstairs. I made the walk up to his room. I told myself that I was there, and this had to be done. The door to his room was open. I walked in. Andre was sitting on a chair. His head was now bald and rested against the wall. He was wearing a pair of jeans and had on a blue flannel shirt. He was wearing a pair of work boots. I was nervous. He looked so different now. He got up and walked towards me. We were face to face now. Both of us were unable to speak. Andre made the first move. He stepped closer to me and grabbed me by the back of my head and pressed in to kiss me. His lips were aggressive and his breath smelled of wine. His blue eyes shone angry. I never thought of him as being strong, but his free hand gripped my arm tightly. He was now unbuttoning my jeans. I was numb almost, as I was getting out of my jeans and out of everything in front of a guy. What was I doing? Andre reached down and held my balls. He seemed to be weighing them. The whole time his eyes held my eyes in a staring contest. He led me over to the bed and guided me onto his bed. I obediently climbed on and positioned myself on all fours. I did not know what to do, and was just following his lead. I was totally exposed to him. This seemed like a night of so many firsts. 

The trunk looked heavy, but Andre lifted it with both his arms and placed it away from the front of the bed. He really didn't need to move it. I think he wanted to put an exclamation point on his dominance. Andre came around in front of me now. He slowly unbuttoned his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He was showing me his dick. I had seen it in the past, but never fully erect. He had 6 or 7 inches to my 6 inches. His was thin where mine was a bit thicker and more veined. He was leading with his penis now, showing it right before my face. He rubbed it across my lips. His balls hung very stud like. One testicle was hanging lower than the other. The head was knocking on my lips now. I opened my mouth and allowed him access to my face. He was very thin, but the length was pushing hard against the back of my mouth. I tried to offer some friction. His thrusting was too slow and unmotivated. He finally pulled out and walked behind me again. I heard him get something off the nightstand. Andre slapped my ass now. He was ready. Was I? I felt something cold and slippery being lathered onto my virgin hole. A finger probed at first, then two fingers, finally his thumb came in. I was trying to relax. He leaned in next to my ear. His breath felt warm.

"No matter what, we'll always have a bond." He said.

I nodded my head. I was submissive to him now. He prompted me to spread my legs farther apart. I did. My head was down. I waited to accept him. His pale member was now gaining entry. He held my hips and gently pushed me back into him. Part of him was now in me. Part of my best friend's penis was now inside of me. More of Andre! More of him. All in and he started to wind things up. His silence was bothersome at first, but I tried to get my head into the whole moment. I was thankful he had lubed me up. This did not seem like a violation to me any more. We had a long history as friends. Was this more a culmination?

Andre was finding his cadence. Was this a practiced scenario? I wondered if I was the first guy he had ever treated this way. I put my head down further. Everything felt so real, so right. He licked the length of my back with his tongue and once again whispered in my ear. My thoughts were flying at me from so many directions that I did not understand what he had said.

His hands were very soft. He reached down and grabbed me. I hadn't realized that I was hard. Images raced through my mind. The things we had done together. With every stroke, every thrust, a new image was revealed. We had been in school together, had spent summer vacations hanging out. We used to play sports: running, catching, jumping, and just being ourselves. We were now partnered. Andrea offered the potential for a complicated threesome. And the truth was that Andre was not such a bad alternative. He had been very cautious with me at first, but now he was forcing himself as deep as he could go. His balls were slapping my ass. He had let go of my engorged prick and was now concentrating on his release. He mumbled something and let out a victorious sigh. I could feel his cum inside of me. End point had arrived. He stopped. I could hear and feel his heavy breathing. Andre slid out of me. I turned on to my back and he fell across me. I was naked and he was wearing all his clothes, although his pants were half way down his legs. He didn't seem so angry now. 

"Wow. Intense." I said.

"Quiet." He said.

He reached down and grabbed my erection. He bent his head over me now and started to suck me off. His head looked to be without any scars. It was beautiful. I wanted to massage it. I placed my hands on his head and rubbed it. His lips were squeezing me. His tongue was an adept partner to his desire. I had not expected to be taken care of like this. I sensed that I had passed a test. I heard him working to find his breathing. I had thoughts of Andrea already preparing herself for me. I closed my eyes and let Andre take his final possession of me.

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Having been fucked felt so strange. It didn't feel as though I lost anything. In fact, it felt as though I had acquired an invaluable life experience. Why not? It occurred to me that Andre wanted me to see how it was properly done. I reasoned it was most likely his first time as well. He may have been a bit heavy handed leading up to it, but when the moment came, he was gentle. He had the instincts for it, and for pleasing me. I decided not too contact Andrea, but to wait for her to be ready for me. I wanted it to be special for her. I wanted a night out as boyfriend/girlfriend, ending in a state of bliss. I think she knew that finals were taking up all of my time, so she did not text or call me. I was definitely getting anxious and even wondered if Andre hadn't set me up by using Andrea to attract me and deliver me to him.

The last day of school had me feeling relieved, and had me feeling deserving of Andrea. I decided it was me that had to call her. I had to be the man. I had to ask her out with a few days notice. As I opened a set of dark doors and headed into the sunlight, I dialed her number. She answered on the fifth ring. Her voice made her seem shy about hearing from me.

"Hello. This is Robert." I did not enjoy saying my full name.

"Hi, Robert." She said.

"Andrea, would you like to go out this weekend?" I said.

"I don't know." She said. "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could go to the riverfront, downtown, on Saturday. There are some nice restaurants there, and they have live music outdoors. We could meet each other around 7 or so. We'll have a night of fun."

She was silent for a long while.

"Andrea, are you there?" I said.

"Fine. Don't be late. We'll meet in the mall parking lot where I parked last time." She said. She hung up without saying goodbye.

I sat down on a bench and took as many deep breaths as I could.

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I got to the mall parking lot early. I sat there with the radio on. She got there late and parked about 50 feet from me. I thought she probably wanted me to see her walk towards me in her high heels. She was wearing the beige dress I had helped her pick out. The shoes were also beige. Andrea was wearing a short blonde wig this time. She had on a little bit of jewelry on her hands and was wearing an ankle bracelet. Her legs were bare. I got out of my car to greet her. I politely kissed her, making sure to keep my hands away from her ass. She smelled great. She had on a sophisticated perfume.

"Oh. I almost forgot." I said.

I went into my car and brought out a dozen roses for her. She smiled at me, almost getting tearful. 

"Thank you." She said. She gave me a peck on the cheek.

"You look amazing." I said.

She giggled.

I opened the door for her. We were driving in my car. She crossed her legs and rolled the window down. The wind caressed her hair. I was captivated. A woman had now replaced the brute that had fucked me earlier. A woman that I was treating better than any ingénue I had ever known.

Dinner was a pleasant affair. We had sushi. She was chatty, telling me about a new outfit that she had bought. She showed it to me on her cell phone camera. It was a cat suit. I needed to see her in that. Afterwards, we walked along the boardwalk. We held hands as she leaned her head on my shoulder. I was so happy to be giving her this night. Happy I was experiencing this night.

"Andrea, I reserved a room at Market Street Plaza." I said. "In case you didn't feel like going back home tonight and wanted to relax downtown." 

She was quiet. I knew it might have been presumptuous of me to do so. I kept silent as we continued walking.

The night air was a little chilly as we stood by the edge of river, looking out as boats sailed on by. I removed my sports coat and placed it on her shoulders.

"I think I would... I do want to stay out all night. Thank you for thinking of doing that for me." She said.

"Hearing that makes me so happy." I said. 

I grabbed her hands in mine and smiled at her. I leaned in and gave her a polite kiss on the lips. She accepted it. This was totally different than kissing Andre. Andrea was softened for me. 

She had passed all night. No one looked at us oddly, and if they had, it would not have mattered to me. I think there were more than a few guys who looked at her as an object they wanted to know.

We walked through the lobby and up to our room. We moved as a couple that was in love.

Once in the room, she took my coat off her shoulders and excused herself to go to the bathroom. I was hoping that I did not look obscene with my raging hard on. She was in there a few minutes. I began to wonder if she was having second thoughts.

"Everything O.K.?" I asked. 

That may have been the wrong thing to say. I was expecting a bitchy response, but she was in a good mood. Our first official kiss was in the center of the room. I kept my hand on the middle of her back the entire time. I knew I would have access to all of her if I were willing to be patient enough. I looked into her eyes. I knew then we had both made the right choice. I slowly started to un-zipper her dress from behind. I lowered the straps for her. I was finally going to see how her breasts were coming along. She finished slipping out of her dress, keeping her eyes locked on mine the whole time. I took a deep breath before looking at her in her bra and panties. She was wearing pink. I placed my hand on her chest, over heart. I was pledging to be all I could for her. I started to unhook her strapless bra. My breathing started to pick up. My heart raced. Two lovely tear drop shaped titties popped out. I was taken aback. She was a woman. I gently weighed them in my hand, and started to caress them. I leaned down and hungrily nibbled on her protruding nipples. She tasted so sweet. She was so fresh.

I led her over to the bed and gently placed her on her bottom. I reached down and took off her shoes. Her feet were wonderfully sexy and her toes were colored pink, matching her fingernails. I kissed a big toe and slid it into my mouth. She moaned with approval. Andrea lied back on the bed and let me have at it with her feet. When I was done with them, she seductively spread her legs. I was afraid that Andre was going to come and spoil things, so I decided to leave her panties on for now, until I had established complete dominance, then I would handle that aspect of things. I moved her panties to the side and gently probed her glorious hole. She made a few noises, letting me know she wanted me to proceed. Her pinkish rose was inviting me in. I pulled back as she lay there, moving her legs. I just looked at the whole picture of what was unfolding. I undressed for her. I could tell she was watching me. My erection was throbbing. I remembered that I had some lube in my pant pocket. I fumbled for it. I poured some on my hands and gently proceeded to lube her up. I didn't want her to feel any discomfort. I wanted to treat Andrea as Andrea had treated me: lovingly. She felt so tight, but was not resisting. I knew I was going to be the first man in. I was now ready to mount her. Instead of the rear entry I was treated to, I was going to leave her on her back. I lifted her legs up, pausing to kiss her smooth legs. I entered slowly. She continued to make lovely noises. It was a feminine response to a man taking control. I was half way in. She was relaxed. Our journey was now beginning. Her titties jiggled as I began to pump her. Andrea's nipples were very hard and proud. Her blonde hair bounced as she turned her head from side to side. I kept my eyes on her face. She was enjoying every moment of our union. I had joined with this creature recently, but this was a different dynamic. 

"Harder, Robert." She said.

"I can't think of anything better..." I started to say.

She put a finger over her lips. "Quiet." She said.

I did as I was told. I started to really work my way into her, maybe even harder than had been done to me. She nodded her head. Was that a signal to me that she wanted it that way? Her legs were wrapped around my neck. Her feet were flailing all over my shoulders. She smelled womanly. I reached down with one hand and gave some attention to her boobs. Her hands fluttered about, looking for something to hold on to. She joined me in touching herself now. Her tits seemed to grow with my every thrust. I had been saving this load since Andre had done me so masterfully. I was so full of cum and a need for release. I let out a scream as I unloaded into her. My orgasm lasted longer than usual. Her eyes were wide and primal. Then with my juice dribbling down onto the bed, I collapsed next her. I was spent. She instantly fitted herself at my side and placed her hands on my chest. There was the question of Andre, pressing against me now. I was going to handle him also.

"I love you." She said.



Andre Pt. 02



Chapter 3

It was only a few weeks and I had given up my apartment and moved in with Andre. No new crazy adventures happened, and we still had not fucked. The oral sex was wonderful, but I still had not been pried open by his massive piece of meat. Finally, one night he told me what he wanted. 

"I want you to have the necklace on tomorrow night when I get home from work." This would work out fine as I usually arrived home about an hour before Andre. 

"Shave your pussy bald and wait on the bed naked except the necklace." I agreed as I was game for anything. 

All day I was thinking about what could possibly be in store for me. At lunch time flowers from Andre with a card declaring his excitement at what was to come as well. I rushed home and did as instructed. I had just laid on the bed when I heard Andre's car. After some noise downstairs I heard Andre coming up the stairs, he was talking to someone. I jumped up and covered myself with a robe just as the door opened. Instantly I saw the displeasure in Andre's face. I was so shocked by the look that I did not get a good look at his friend's face. He whispered to his friend who nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. 

"We have a problem. You were told to be naked on the bed." 

"But...I..." I began to stammer and before the words got past my lips Andre was on me tearing off the robe and pushing me face down on the bed. 

I lay there, scared, with my ass in the air. With no warning his hand came down on my ass like a whip. I cried out, tears pouring down my face. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me to my feet. 

"Now, get in the bathroom and get cleaned up. We will be back in here in five minutes and I expect your compliance." He said this as he touched my necklace, almost reminding me both that I was his – but that I could take it off if I wanted to. 

My first instinct was to rip the damn necklace off and leave the house. But after a few deep breaths I decided he was right, I did not do as expected – and these thoughts dampened my pussy. I went into the bathroom, freshened up and returned to the bed. This time, when the door opened, I laid perfectly still. I also got a good look at Andre's friend. He too was a black man, as tall as Andre, and though thinner, he was also in perfect shape. I caught my eyes drifting down to his crotch to see if I could get a hint of what lay hidden. 

"This is my whore." Was the introduction Andre gave. 

"Nice" was all his friend said. 

Andre moved to the bed beside me and explained the plan. 

"You had so much fun the night at the movies, but I missed out on seeing that cock in your mouth. So, you are going to do it again for me. Only this time, you are going to have to work for it. Steve here is no virgin, you will have to work to get the spunk from his cock." 

Andre turned to Steve and said "She is all yours". 

With that Steve took off his clothes. 

"Be nice, no one is rough with her but me." Was Andre's final warning. 

Steve stepped up to the edge of the bed and I moved over, swinging my legs down so I was sitting face to face with his beautiful dick. I wasted no time, I grabbed his cock and began sucking and licking it for all I was worth. I made a point to look at Andre now and then to see his reaction. He moved a chair closer so he could watch, but remained calm and composed the entire time. The bulge in his pants was the only hint that this was having any effect on him at all. 

Steve moaned and pressed against me as I sucked his balls and cock until my jaws hurt. 

"Fuck, she is a great cock sucker, man." Was the repeated statement from Steve. Andre would only smile and nod, his eyes transfixed on my mouth. 

"I'm about to shoot my load, dude." Steve cried out to Andre. 

"On her face, soak her face." 

With that, Steve withdrew his cock from my mouth, pointed his hole at my face and let fly with sting after string of cum. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling as the warmth splattered on my cheeks, lips and eyes. 

I moved my hand to wipe my face when I heard Andre roar "Do not touch that you whore. I want to see you covered in another man's cream." 

I replaced my hand by my side and waited with my eyes closed for Steve to finish. I couldn't open my eyes but heard Steve redress and leave. I could not tell where Andre was, but I sensed he was close.

"I am going to let you wipe your eyes clean, but you must eat whatever you remove." I ran my fingers over my eyes, shocked at the massive amount of cum that had been deposited. 

As expected, I licked my fingers dry. 

"Now, lay back." I did as Andre wanted and laid back. He moved near me, pushing my knees up and back so my entire pussy was exposed. 

"You're fucking dripping you slut. Your pussy is shining; I can see drops of moisture running to your ass. Did you like his cock?" 

"Yes, sir" I replied. 

"I am going to eat your pussy while I watch that cum dry on your beautiful face." Andre dove head first into my pussy, shoving his finger into me at the same time. 

He had a way of finding my G-Spot with no effort. In moments I was cumming on him, squirting him – which I found out he loves. 

"Now for my contribution." Puzzled, I felt Andre pull me up and he began to jack off at my face. 

"Don't fucking touch me whore. You're filthy. All that slimy shit on your face. You love all that black seed on you, don't you?" 

"Yes, sir." Was all I could get out as I was transfixed at the rapid, almost violent manner, Andre was stroking his cock. 

In seconds he grabbed my hair and pulled my face slightly lower as he shot his load again and again on my face. I had never told Andre, but I loved he sensation of a man cumming on my face, so my pussy was back in overdrive. 

"Go clean up." Was all he said as he released me. 

I walked in the bathroom and was surprised at the appearance of my face, it was so sexy. I had cum globs and trails over my entire face and hair. These two studs had painted me with enough cum for six or seven guys. 

After a shower, I reentered the bedroom where Andre took off my necklace. 

"I love you." His words were beautiful, and I returned the sentiment.

Chapter 4

After all this time I was near obsessing over Andre's cock. I wanted to feel him in me. I was tired of playing – I needed a good solid fucking. I told Andre this, I told him how much I missed a hard dick in my hole. He laughed and said he would fix that tonight. I was so excited I that the day drug on at work. As agreed upon, I went to the gym to get ready to meet Andre at home. He said he wanted to beat me home to get things ready. The last thing I did before leaving the locker room was put on the necklace. 

The drive home was short, thankfully. I pulled up and saw a strange car parked next to Andre's ride. I had no idea who it belonged to, but hoped they would not be staying long. I was ready for Andre...ready to be fucked. 

I used my key and opened the front door to see a red headed woman on her knees sucking Andre's cock in the middle of the living room floor. I froze. I was mad. I didn't know what to do. Andre made his expectations clear when he told me to shut the door and strip. It was then that I realized that this other woman was part of his plan and not a random fuck. I was still jealous as hell but I enjoyed playing with women when I was in college and thought it might be fun.

I did as told and walked to Andre's side. The red head stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at me. 

"Hey, I'm Jen. Your boyfriend has a wonderful cock." That was all I got from her before she returned to work on Andre. 

"Sit" was all Andre said and I dropped to the floor, sitting and watching him get an amazing blow job. 

He placed his hand gently on Jen's head and asked her to stand up. He explained to her that I was his "whore" occasionally and was expected to submit to all his requests. Jen nodded in understanding.

"Now, my little bitch, I want to see you eat Jen's pussy. I expect you to make her come." 

With that, Jen smiled and laid back on the carpet, spreading her legs so I could see her beautiful, shaved cunt. I leaned forward and began licking her. I had forgotten how soft a pussy feels on a tongue. I had forgotten how sweet an excited pussy could taste. I soon got my rhythm going. I sucked Jen's entire clit into my mouth, gently applying suction, as I rubbed her sweet spot with the tip of my tongue. 

"Oh my God, that is perfect." Jen screamed. 

"Grab her head and make her lick you the way you want. She is your's tonight too." It took no further prompting. I felt Jen's hands in my hair and felt her pull my face hard to her body. 

"Oh yeah, you fucking slut. Lick my clit. Stick your finger in my hole. Finger fuck me." I did as Jen asked, using first one and then two fingers. I curved my fingers slightly, hitting her G-spot. 

"Fuck" Was all Jen said as I felt her come in my mouth. She wasn't a squirter, but she moistened my face none the less. I felt her shake and heard her moan. As she let my hair go, I pulled back.

"Not bad. You are a slut. You're a dick sucking and pussy eating whore." Andre badgered me and he stood up and walked around us. 

I watched his enormous cock bounce with each step. He noticed me watching him. 

"Is this what you want?" he asked. 

"Yes, sir" I replied. 

"Oh so, you want this black dick in your hole?" 

"Yes, sir, please." I was verging on begging. 

"I don't think so. Someday I may feel like fucking a whore, but not right now." 

With that he knelt next to me, he leaned forward and I anticipated a kiss. Instead, his lean forward was to grab Jen's ankle. He pulled her toward him. 

"Stand up sweetheart." She did as he requested. 

Once they were standing together, I watched from the floor as they kissed and stroked each other. I saw the precum oozing from Andre's cock. From where I was sitting, I watched the two of them move toward the couch, which was behind me. 

"Scoot your ass back here and watch." I did, I moved so my back was propped against the couch. Andre guided Jen so her right leg was on the couch behind my head and her left leg was on the floor. Looking up, I found myself gazing at her cunt. Then, to my surprise I watched as Andre pushed her forward, raising her ass. In one motion he slid his cock in her. I was enraged with jealousy. I moved my hand up to the necklace, considering taking it off to end this torture. 

Then I heard her scream as he started pounding her. I looked up and watched as his black cock, now shiny with her juices, pumped in and out of her soft pink hole. I was mezmorized with how beautiful it looked. He was pumping her slowly but deeply, making her take every inch of him. 

"Now, eat that pussy." Was his instructions. I hesitated then moved myself to my knees so I could rub my tongue on her clit. I began eating her, soon moving my head in time with Andre's thrusts. 

"Suck it." Andre yelled as he popped his cock out of her pussy and shoved it at my face. "Lick her juice of my cock. Suck that pussy juice off this dick, the dick you thought was for you. I know you wish it was your juice on here." 

I sucked in earnest, trying to do a good job so maybe he would fuck me too. I felt so childish, so belittled...but it made me hotter. This went on for what seemed hours. I would alternate between sucking her clit and milking his cock. Now and again he would yell for me to suck on his balls while his cock was as deep in Jen as he could get. She came several times during this. I was not interested in her, I wanted only to keep Andre happy. Soon he announced he was going to cum. 

"Okay, you fucking whore, time for dessert." I thought he was going to pull out and feed me his delicious cum. I would have welcomed it, though I did feel disappointed he was going to blow his load before fucking me. 

Instead, he grabbed Jen's hips and slammed her fast and hard. On the final down stroke he stayed in her as he moaned "Awww, fuck. That's perfect." 

I watched in shock as his balls twitched and throbbed as he unloaded deep in her fuck hole. 

"Now bitch. There is your dessert, cream pie. Eat it." He pulled out and grabbed me by the hair. 

He shoved my face against her hole, where only seconds before he had been releasing load after load of cum. I could smell the mix of both of them, Jen's cunt and Andre's spunk. I licked Jen's hole, eating the cum as it oozed out of her body. She tensed her pussy muscles to help push the cream out for me. She moaned as I cleaned her hole. The entire time, Andre has his hand in my hair, with his face close to mine. He watched as I cleaned her pussy; providing direction. 

"Let me check" He said and stuck his finger in her hole, as he pulled it out the cum dripped from his finger. 

"Come on you fucking whore. Clean her." As he said this he pulled my hair so my head was tipped back. He shoved his finger in my mouth and I sucked his cum off it. It took some time, but I used my finger to remove the last bits of cum in her cunt and eat it.

"Jen, show my whore her gift." 

I was shocked at the idea of getting a gift. Jen smiled and moved to the far side of the couch. She opened a box and pulled out an enormous rubber cock, from which I saw straps dangling. 

"Andre said to tell you that you are going to get fucked tonight. Just, not by him." 

With this, Jen slid her long thin legs through the strap loops. With a few graceful movements Jen stood before me with an enormous black cock hanging between her thighs. 

"I am going to make sure you enjoy this my little slut." Andre said as he lifted me to my feet. He had me take the same stance that Jen had, with my foot on the couch. 

"Fuck her good. Fuck her hard. Make the bitch moan." Were his instructions to the beautiful red head moving up behind me. 

I felt her cool hands on my ass as Andre pushed my face down to the couch. She spread my ass cheeks to get clear access to my pussy. 

"One day, Jen, you'll fuck that ass hole too." Andre promised. 

I felt the head of the cock on my pussy.  "Now, Jen, you will do as I say. You will move as I say...this way I can be fucking her too." 

"Okay" was her sweet reply. 

"Hold the head against her pussy opening and move it up and down. Tease the slut." Jen did as told, I felt myself pushing back trying to get the head in my eager hole. At this point I didn't care, I just needed the sensation of being full. 

"Don't push back" Andre ordered as he slapped my ass. 

"I am in control. Keep fucking with me and you won't get that pussy banged at all" I almost whimpered, I obeyed as I had to get fucked. 

"Now Jen, put your hands on her hips and when I say to, push in her, all the way in her. Do not stop until she has every inch in her. When you hit bottom hold it there." 

Then Andre leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "I am gonna let Jen fuck you – just like I would fuck you. I am gonna let her pound you – just like I would pound you." I nodded my head in agreement. 

"Jen, take her pussy for me." With that Jen slammed that enormous cock to the bottom of my pussy. I cried out, in shock and pain. My pussy had been without a cock for almost a year. It was tight. 

"Now pump her like I did you" I felt Jen change positions as she moved in and out of me at a slow but strong pace. 

"You like that?" Andre asked in my ear. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Can I make you come like this?" Andre continued. 

"Yes, sir. Please, sir" I cried, real tears of frustration, pain and pleasure falling down my face as I lifted my eyes to look at him. He was perfect, gorgeous. 

"I want to make you come like this my little whore. I want to watch your face as you come all over my cock." I found myself pumping against Jen as Andre talked to me. I wanted to come too. 

"Andre, I am going to cum." Jen cried, as the friction from the strap on was too much for her. 

"Good girl. Make yourself cum, but don't stop fucking the bitch." I heard Jen sigh and felt a slight change of pace as Jen came. Soon the rhythm was back to normal as Andre continued berating and taunting and teasing me. 

"Stop, Jen. Let's change this. I want you to make love to her. Face to face, I want to see this whore kissing you." Jen pulled her cock out of me and I rolled over as Andre gave directions. While I was moving around, I saw Andre's cock was as hard as ever. He caught me looking at him. 

"That cock Jen has is the only fucking piece of meat you are gonna get. So you better enjoy." With that he told Jen to start fucking me again. 

I felt her slide her cock into me as she laid down on top of me. I felt the softness of her skin and breasts as she laid on me. We kissed, I held onto her like a lover, pressing myself against her. I moved my hips with her. Soon she was moaning that she was going to cum. I shouted that I was to. Instantly I felt Andre's hand on my neck. 

"Not yet, whore. You don't get to cum until I tell you to." Jen pulled back slightly, releasing the sweet pressure she had been placing on my clit. She continued to pump me until I watched her shake as she came again. 

"Now, Jen lie down, I want my whore to ride your cock."

Jen did as instructed and I willingly climbed on her hips and sank the entire length of her cock into my pussy. With no hesitation I started bouncing. I leaned forward and kissed Jen; occasionally sucking her nipples. 

"Suck me." Andre ordered as he thrust his cock in my face. 

I eagerly began working his cock with my mouth and hands while I fucked Jen. I could feel my orgasm building, the more excited I got the more frantic my sucking. I could taste and feel Andre's precum in my mouth. 

"Oh my God, Andre, please let me cum" 

"Okay you slut. Fuck that cock, make your pussy squirt." I took no more prompting, I bucked and rocked on Jen like there was no tomorrow. 

I screamed out when my orgasm finally hit. I felt my toes curl as my cum poured out of my pussy, soaking the cock and Jen. I looked down in time to see Jen's eyes roll into her head as she came too. 

"Now!" I heard Andre shout as I turned my head to look at him. 

He was jerking his cock wildly, as he came he held it straight up and let rope after rope of creaming jizz spray. It hit me in the face and chest, Jen's face and tits were covered in the sticky cream. I played with his cum, licking it off Jen as my orgasm subsided. 

I dismounted Jen and sat on the floor trying to compose myself. I had never been so wild, never had I fucked with such abandon. My body was shaking as I watched Jen dress. Andre walked to her and subtly handed her some cash. They kissed and she left. Andre returned to me and ran his finger over my face, scooping up his cum. He then fed his seed to me. 

Next, Andre removed the necklace and took me in his arms. 

"You are the sexiest woman I know." 

"Who was that woman?" I asked. 

"I have a lot of friends, and some are not in the most honest business. Jen is a call girl, I bought her for us." I don't know why but I was not mad. I was so relieved that she was really a nobody to Andre. 

"Come, my love, let's get dressed and grab some dinner". I followed the man of my dreams to the bedroom.



Andre Pt. 03



Chapter 5

A few weeks went by, and my time with Andre was fabulous. He was sweet, gentle...perfect. We still had not fucked, but I was content with the oral pleasures. I knew that at some point he would let me feel his cock, I was content to wait. I had not worn the necklace since meeting Jen and I was starting to feel the need to be dominated. I think Andre sensed my uneasiness and restless spirit because one night at dinner he began asking me questions about my sexual fantasies. The restaurant was crowded so our conversation blended away and I was sure no one could over hear. After a few glasses of wine I was relaxed enough to let my inhibitions melt away.

"Have you ever been with more than one man at the same time?" Andre asked. 

"No." I replied as visions of the possibility filled my head. 

"Would you like to?" he asked. 

I knew Andre well enough to know this was not a trick question, I knew he was sincerely interested in what I wanted and desired. 

"Yes. I think I would." I replied. 

"What do you think it would be like?" 

I told him I was not sure, but that I would love the feeling of all the men cumming on me. By this point in our relationship Andre had figured out that I was a cum whore...I love cum. 

"I know you would love that. I would love to see it." 

With that Andre signaled the waiter for the ticket and we left shortly there after.

On the way home, Andre took a new route and I found myself sitting in the car with him staring up at the neon signs of an adult book store. 

"Come with me." 

I followed him in the store. Andre moved directly to the back of the store, to the videos. He reviewed the shelves until he found the section featuring videos of gang bangs. He selected a video and handed the box to me. As I looked at the video snippets on the cover and back of the box, Andre moved to my side and whispered in my ear. 

"See that woman, see how she is taking three guys at once? One in her pussy, one in her mouth, and one in her ass? Have you ever had your ass fucked?" 

I felt his hand sliding up my arm as he waited for his answer. 

"No. I haven't. Is it fun?" 

Andre smiled, "Yes, my love, it is fun. The feeling of an orgasm while ass fucking is beyond anything you can get from your pussy. You want to learn?" 

Learn? I thought to myself that this was an odd statement, I mean it was pretty obvious that the cock is stuck in the ass...not much to learn. I asked Andre about this. 

"Your ass is so tight that it can hurt you if it's done wrong. I can help train and get your ass ready for a good fucking. Would you like to try?" 

"Sure." 

I was game, and trusted Andre implicitly. 

Andre got the movie to purchase, ensuring the men were all gorgeous black men with enormous cocks. He knows what I like. He then moved through the store, grabbing various items I was sure I would find out about later. When he was just about done, I asked if he would get a cock ring to wear for me. 

"Of course baby. You sure you can handle that? It will make my cock swell even more, and you can barely fit it in your mouth as it is." 

I told him that it would also make him last longer and shoot harder -- enough said, he knew that seeing his cum spray even harder from his dick was a huge turn on for me. We took our purchases to the counter. Soon we were in the car, my pussy wet from looking at all the tantalizing things in the store. One last stop at the drug store, Andre was in and out in minutes while I waited in the car. 

"Once we get home I want you to go straight up stairs and put on the necklace." 

That was all he said...I didn't need any other instructions.

I did as expected and sat on the edge of the bed with the necklace on. Andre handed me a box, it was an enema kit. 

"Go in the bathroom and clean yourself out." 

I took the box and, after reading the instructions, did as expected. When I was finished my ass was squeaky clean -- and I was a little aroused from the stimulation. I stepped out of the bathroom to find Andre sitting on the bed watching the new video. The woman on the screen was getting handled and fucked by at least a dozen men. She was moaning, they were grunting. I was frozen -- I wanted to be that woman. 

"Get your fucking ass over here. Get on your knees in front of me, watch this woman get fucked." 

I did as instructed, I was on my knees with Andre behind me while I was glued to the television screen. This woman was being passed around like a toy. 

"You like that?" Andre asked. 

"Yes, sir."

"You want to be a little slutty whore like that? You want to get pounded in all your holes by twenty different black cocks? You want your white holes stuffed? You want to eat the spunk from all those dicks?" 

As Andre said these things to me he grabbed my hair and pulled. He pulled harder until I was leaned back looking up at him when he finished his questions. 

"Yes, sir. Very much so, sir." Was my reply. 

"Get on the bed, on all fours. Face the television so you can keep watching this slut." I did as told.

Once on the bed, Andre moved behind me. He took the bag of goodies from the bookstore with him. He told me he was going to use a cream to numb me a bit, so that I could take what he had to offer. I glanced over my shoulder and saw an array of various sized butt plugs. The largest was thicker than Andre's cock and it scared me. But, with the necklace on, I had to submit. I felt Andre's finger slide a cool gel over my asshole, his finger pushed forward slightly forcing some of the goo into me. Next, he told me he was going to lube the smallest plug first. I felt the tip of the toy on my hole, Andre pressed forward and with very little resistance the plug slid into my hole. It was an odd sensation, and as Andre gently moved the plug around I found it very enjoyable. 

"Rub your clit, but don't come. You won't get to cum until you take the last of these plugs." 

I was so disappointed, I didn't think I could take the largest. I continued to rub my clit while Andre worked plug after plug into my ass. Each one was a little more difficult, but as my pussy got wetter, and the video got nastier, my ass relaxed. Finally, Andre announced he was using the final plug. I couldn't believe it. With some effort and a little pain, Andre slid a butt plug the thickness of my wrist up my ass. I felt my muscles contract and spasm as they got use to the stretch. 

"Now you little slut, I am going to let you experience the ultimate orgasm. But first..." 

With these words Andre moved of the bed, undressed and presented my mouth with his cock. I sucked the velvety head into my mouth, I teased the precum onto my tongue. He stroked his shaft while my tongue worked his head. I felt so nasty with my ass in the air filled with the toy while my mouth was being fucked by Andre's cock. I rubbed my pussy harder. Andre stepped aside and told me to watch the movie, I was just in time to see the woman laid out on the floor, each man taking a turn blowing their load on her face. They would walk up and shoot on her - then walk away. I wanted to feel that. I was so transfixed that I had not noticed Andre grabbing the strap on that Jen had used on me before. In one motion he moved behind me and impaled me with it. I gasped and cried out. 

"Oh my God" 

I was full, the dildo in my cunt and the plug in my ass was too much. Andre moved around again and told me to suck his cock more. I saw the cock ring and knew that it would take a little more this time. I sucked in earnest, rubbing my clit and humping the air with my holes pried open with various items. I needed to cum but Andre would not let me. 

Finally, I felt his cock twitch. 

"Okay you are ready." 

He took his cock from my mouth and moved behind me. 

"Now, you fucking slut I am going to fuck your pussy with this cock. I am going to put pressure on the ass plug too. When I start doing that, I want you to make yourself cum. But, you better fucking tell me right before you do. Understand?" 

"Yes, yes" I cried out, I needed to cum. 

I felt the toys in my body start to move and I nearly crawled out of my skin from the sensation. I loved it. I needed it. 

"I'm going to cum." I shouted. 

Just as the words were coming out of my lips, I felt Andre slam the cock to the hilt in my cunt. I started to spasm, but it was not like any orgasm I had experienced. As my pussy contracted around the cock, my ass was spasming around the plug. It was amazing, it was like the resistance to the ass spasms made it more intense. Suddenly, mid spasm, Andre pulled the plug from my ass. That was it, I started bucking wild, the orgasm would not stop. 

"Don't move." Andre ordered me still and I complied. 

I looked over my shoulder to see him jerking his cock wildly. My orgasm started to ease, but my body was still twitching. 

"Rub your fucking cunt. I want you to cum when you feel this." 

I had no idea what he was talking about but I frantically rubbed my clit. Soon I announced my orgasm. Just as I felt the first wave rock my body, I felt something warm hit in my asshole. Then I felt it again, as my orgasm overpowered me. Suddenly it dawned on me. When Andre pulled the ass plug, my hole was still gaping, and he jerked his cock until he shot his spunk straight into my ass hole. Just the thought of his hot seed in my hole made the last few waves of orgasm more thrilling. 

Then Andre moved in front of me and had me clean his cock with my mouth, I sucked the last drops of come from him. He reached behind me and pulled the rubber cock from my pussy. I collapsed on the bed. I felt his hand move through my hair and unfasten the necklace. He returned it to the place of honor on the dresser. Andre returned to the bed and I fell into his arms. It was so wonderful being held by this man as I felt his cum begin to seep out of my ass. I dozed off, when I awoke Andre had put all the toys away and was sleeping by my side. At first I considered getting up to shower, but decided to enjoy a few more hours of his seed in me.



Andre Pt. 04



Hope you are enjoying this series...comments are welcome.

Chapter 6

The airline tickets arrived unexpectedly. Two round-trip tickets to Las Vegas – it looked like we would be there for three days. Andre had not mentioned the trip, but our names were on the tickets. When he got home that night I asked him.

"I have a very special surprise arranged for you. You better pack tonight – we leave early tomorrow. Oh, and pack the necklace." Andre smiled and kissed me. We spent the evening packing a few bags – a new bikini, some lingerie, the necklace...just the essentials. That night I sucked Andre off in the kitchen after we cleaned up the dinner dishes. I love catching him off guard and doing that for him. My favorite is to wake him up with his cock in my mouth. Of course, ever the gentleman, Andre returned the favor as I stepped out of the shower later that night. Within seconds I was creaming all over his face.

The next morning his limo picked us up and took us to meet the plane. It was a small plane, not private but close enough. The couple in front of us were very enamored with one another. Andre and I have a clear understanding about affection in public, we are more reserved in that area. This couple had no such boundaries. As I watched from my angle behind them, I saw her give him a hand job once we were air bourne. The guy oozed cum all over her hand, to which she giggled and wiped it away with a napkin. 

Andre finished my thought for me as he whispered in my ear, "That silly girl. Just wasted a perfectly good mouthful of cum." I laughed softly. 

The peep show did get me excited but I understood that Andre and I both have a position in society and our jobs where restraint in public is necessary most of the time. I figured I could get myself off once we were in the hotel.

We checked into the hotel without a hitch and soon were in a suite on one of the upper floors. The view was expansive, and I knew that once the sun went down it would be fantastic. 

"So, what do you have planned, hon?" I asked as I laid out my toiletries. 

"You will see. Go enjoy the pool, I have some business to tend to so we can be uninterrupted the rest of the trip." 

Andre gave me a kiss and a gentle, teasing squeeze on the ass. After he left I laid on the bed and rubbed my clit to orgasm, the thought of the hand job in the plane still fresh...only in my version I watch the girl clamp her lips over his cock at the last second and drink his cum. I got my bathing suit on and headed for the pool. I enjoyed the attention and made a point of being a tease. I loved the pup tent effect I have on pool boys. I love the thought of how young their cocks are, just like the fresh juice I got to savor at the theater with Andre several months ago. One boy in particular kept his eyes on me, and his cock didn't shrink for hours. I loved seeing it, but understood it had to be painful. I noticed him beginning to act a little odd, kinda checking over his shoulder and surveying where everyone was. I figured what he was doing and decided to enjoy myself. I followed him through the gate to a door that read "pump house". I watched him slip in and pull the door shut. 

I gently slid the door open a crack to gaze in, and sure enough that young guy was trying to get his shorts unbuttoned so fast he was fumbling. When he finally got his shorts and skivvies to his knees, he leaned back against the wall and started stroking his cock. His was larger than the movie boy's had been. He moved his hand slow, wanting to come but taking his time. I watched in awe as his cock kept growing. Soon he threw his head back and thrust his hips forward as semen shot from his cock. I don't know how long he had been holding the load in, but this boy shot a wad I didn't think such a young body was possible of producing. He just kept jerking as his spunk sprayed out from him, hitting the floor. As his stroking slowed I pushed the door shut and made my escape, I figured I had seen the best part. Of course, now I was hot, but a quick dip in the hot tub near a well positioned vent cured me in a few minutes. 

I returned to the room to find Andre napping. I let him sleep while I showered and ordered lunch. The room service delivery woke Andre and he joined me. After lunch Andre cued me into the evening plans. 

"I am taking you to a very private and very exclusive club. I want to watch you tonight with as many men as you can handle. There will be about 26 black men there. I have hand selected them for you. They are handsome, they are gentlemen, and they are hung. There will be a few other women there for entertainment, but you are the main attraction. You can have whoever you want, however you want. Tonight it is your candy shop. You can wear the necklace if you like; or do this on your own." 

I explained that I would do this on my own. Andre smiled and kissed me. 

"Go get dressed". I walked into the bathroom to find a gorgeous black dress on the back of the door...and a note telling me to skip the undies!! I got dress and we headed to the car.

Chapter 7

The club was a non descript warehouse style building outside town. At first I thought we were in the wrong place, until a door opened and a beautiful woman in high heels and miniskirt came to greet us. She introduced herself, she was eyeing both Andre and I intently. 

"Mr. Andre, everything is ready for you. And, for you my dear," she said looking toward me "tonight will be a night you will never forget." I smiled and entered the club.

The music was pulsing from somewhere else in the building. The lighting was soft and sultry. We passed through the waiting area and into a lounge. The tables were arranged in a circle around a raised platform in the middle. There were many couples in here, some looked up as we walked in. The woman who had met us, Lisa, said she would be our guide for the evening. She sat us at a table next to the platform, took our drink orders and left. The couches around the table were soft and luxurious. Andre and I lounged back and looked around while Lisa tending to drinks. She returned shortly and said the show would soon begin. The arrangement of the table and couches allowed for privacy as I could not see those around me. Lisa took a seat on the couch next to me and told us that the club had been around for years and was very private and exclusive. She said that when we had our fill of the floor show she would take us to our party room. When Lisa said floor show, I had assumed she meant a strip show. I laid back and anticipated a raunchy dance routine to begin. Instead, the platform in front of us lowered slightly as the lights dimmed. Then spotlights shown on the platform as I watched a mechanized stage raise from the center of the platform. On the stage were a man and woman; she was on her knees sucking his cock. I realized we were going to see a live sex show. Lisa explained that the first show is just an oral event to get the audience warmed up.

The girl was able to take the man's rod to the base, she deep throated him like a pro. He humped at her face and at times held his cock to her throat until I thought she was going to pass out. Strings of spit fell from the tip of his cock and covered her tits. She was beautiful, and young. I commented to Lisa and she assured me that this particular club only used girls 18 and over. At my puzzled gaze she explained that any fetish can be accommodated somehow. I took this to mean that she had a stash of younger girls for those so inclined. I looked at Andre and could see the show was getting to him too. His cock was straining against his pants. I resisted the urge to pounce and instead watched the show. The girl on stage sucked the man's balls, her face shiny from her spit and his precum. He seemed disinterested in her, his only focus being his cock and getting himself off. I loved seeing her in this submissive role. I loved seeing her get used like this. Suddenly the guy cried out in a sound not far from a roar. He grabbed the girl by the throat and pointed his cock at her face. As he squeezed and jerked his cock he unloaded gob after gob of cum in her mouth. When he was done she let the cum ooze from her lips and rubbed it over her face and tits. He used his cock to rub the cum into her face. Then, with a solid thrust he shoved her to the floor...he was done with her. The lights faded and the stage lowered. Lisa, who was breathing heavy, said the next show would start in about two minutes.

Andre leaned to me and said he needed to see me get fucked. I turned to Lisa and told her I was ready to party. As we got up and walked out of the room I could see the other couples engaging in various sexual acts. Some men were eating pussy and some women were gobbling cocks. Some women were riding their men, and others were bent over the table getting rammed from behind. Seeing this only made my pussy wetter. Lisa led us down a long hall. She stopped at the last door on the right and told us to go in. 

Just before I opened the door Andre pulled me to him and told me that he loved me and assured me that there were no rules, I could do whatever I wanted. I kissed him and told him the same. I explained that I knew there would be women in here and he could fuck them if he wanted...as long as I could watch. With that, I opened the door and stepped into another world. The room was softly lit, but the shadows were gentle. There were mounds of cushion all through the room. I saw bottles of lube and sex toys laid out all over the room. The far wall was set up with drinks and a bartender was helping a few of my party guests. As we entered the room, Lisa ordered everyone to come meet me. Everyone lined up. Andre was right, there were a couple dozen gorgeous black men walking around naked. Some of the cocks were flaccid and some only semi erect. The women, about six of them were beautiful and very sweet. General greetings were given and everyone began to mingle. 

Lisa pulled me aside. "Now honey, this is your party. You are the boss. Make these men do your bidding. The women too if you want. Take control." 

I felt a sense of power hit me, I wanted control this time. I took a few drinks from the bartender and then said loudly that I wanted all the men to line up on either side of the room. They did as told. Andre took a seat in the corner to watch the action. 

"I want to see your cocks hard. My pussy has not had a good fuck in ages and I want the biggest one in here to be first. So, stroke your cocks for me, let me see them." 

I then grabbed one of the girls in the room and began kissing her as I looked around the room. I touched her breasts and licked her nipples. I wanted to give these guys a show so they could get fully erect. I slowly stripped myself and laid back on a cushion. 

"Eat me" I told the girl. 

She did so with a smile, I put on a show for the men. I arched my back and moaned. I pushed her face into me and yelled at her to suck my cunt. As I looked around the room, all the men were facing me with hard cocks. Andre smiled and nodded when we made eye contact. I stopped the pussy licking before I came. I kissed and thanked the girl, tasting my juice on her.

I walked down the line of men, observing and touching the cocks. I dropped to my knees in front of a few and licked them. Finally, I had decided. At the end of the first line was a huge man. He was about six four and two hundred and forty pounds of muscle. He had the most gigantic cock I had ever seen. It was as thick as my bicep and as long as my forearm. I figured that the first cock in my hole in ages was going to be a gift. I told everyone of my choice and told them I wanted them to watch me milk this cock. I took the man by the hand and with no formalities told him to lie on the floor on his back. As he did, his cock laid across his hips. My pussy was so wet I knew I could ride him with no problem. I didn't waste time sucking him or teasing him. I simply straddled his hips and lowered my pussy on his pole. I sat all the way down, impaling myself. I cried out as I felt the walls of my pussy stretched to their limit. With my feet firmly planted I began to bounce on him. I let my tits bounce free. Some of the men around me moved forward for a better view. Most were stroking their cocks. I rode my black fuck toy for all he was worth. I watched his face contort. At one point he put his hands on my hips to help push me harder onto him. I was moaning and cussing. 

"Fuck me. I want your black cock deeper, oh fuck. Stick it deeper." I didn't care, this was the first real cock I had experience in too long. I looked at Andre and he was rubbing his hand over the outside of his pants, stimulating his cock. He smiled, I knew he was loving this. I also wanted to make him jealous. I wanted to make him see how fun I was, to make him regret not fucking me before this.

I warned my stud that I was going to squirt all over him. 

"Bring it on baby. Do it." Was his reply. 

With that I fucked harder, bringing myself to the point of orgasm. Just as the first wave of pleasure hit me I stood up and frantically rubbed my clit. As my body spasmed, my cum sprayed from my pussy. I soaked my studs cock and stomach as gush after gush rushed from my body. He used my juice to lube his cock and yanked his meat hard. After my orgasm passed I told him to stand up. He did as told, still playing with his cock. 

"Your turn, spray me." The man smiled and straddled my body. 

As he stood over me I could see strings of precum falling from the tip of his cock. Then, I saw his piss hole swell and his balls tighten. He let out a cry as a spray of cum escaped his body. He pointed his cock at my face, and moved it up and down coating my body with each spray. I had never seen so much cum, I was soaked. I rubbed it into my body as I begged him for more. Just then two of the men from the audience stepped up, their cocks in hand. 

"Oh yeah, give it to me. Cum for me." 

It took no more prompting and they sprayed me as well. Again, load after load poured over me, hitting my face. I licked my lips, loving the taste of their seed. Once they had giving me every last drop I proceeded to rub the cum into my skin. I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt. I knew I looked like a wanton whore – and I loved it. 

By this point most of the men had moved to me. Lisa stepped in with a drink for me, she whispered in my ear that she had given each man a special drink hours before to increase their semen load. She explained that all the men here should be able to give me enough cum to drown me! I thanked her as she moved away. Several of the men had found the other women in the room and were licking their pussies or fucking them from behind. I announced that I didn't care, but all the cum was mine. I stayed on my back and told the nearest guy to fuck me. He entered me in one movement and fucked me hard. I egged him on, begging him to do me harder. Soon I had a cock in my mouth and one in each hand. Soon the room was a swirl of cocks. Every so often I would be offered a cock on the verge of exploding. I would suck and stroke the rod until I got my gift. Some loads I swallowed, letting it explode deep in my throat. Other loads I took on my face and tits. When I was bent over, I could feel loads being deposited on my ass. That is when it hit me....I needed more.

I found my original stud fucking a brunette in the corner. I interrupted and explained I needed his services. The brunette looked unphased as her hole was soon plugged by another admirer. I had my stud lie down again. I then grabbed two other men, both with strong builds to help me. I straddled my stud and began fucking him while sucking the other two. Then I told the man on my left to lean over. I kissed him and told him to get some lube and fuck my ass. His face lit up like he had hit the lottery. In seconds he had his pole and my ass lubed. He was slow at first but I had been using the butt plugs regularly and I was ready for him. Soon his cock was all the way in my ass. I could feel both cocks pounding me. They fucked me hard, the black cock in my ass fucking as hard as the rod in my pussy. The third guy moved around so I could suck him. Finally, I had all my holes filled and I was in heaven. I was moaning and rocking. Then the guy in my ass announced the need to cum. 

"In me. Cum in my ass." 

He did, I felt the warm sensation hit my bowels as his cock jerked. 

"Fuck that is too much" the man under me cried and he grabbed my hips and held me down as he came in my pussy. As if on cue, my mouth was filled with spunk. 

The three men dismounted and were quickly replaced. I went through six sets of men like this. Each dick depositing their load in the hole of their choosing. Soon I had cum pouring out of my body. Intermittently a man would come to me to jerk off on my face. The night continued in a daze. I was fucked. Some of the women sucked my pussy and ass to eat the cum out of me. I saw Andre a few times fucking the other women, always watching me. Finally, I looked up from the cock I was sucking and saw Andre in front of me. He was ready to give me his spunk too. I kept fucking the cocks in my pussy and ass while I sucked Andre. It took a few sucks but he exploded quickly. I pulled his dick from my mouth and let him paint my face. He must have drank Lisa's love juice too, because his load was twice as large as usual.

After a few hours, I began to tire. I wanted more, but the exhaustion of orgasms and pleasure finally caught me. I found Lisa and thanked her and explained I needed to go. She took me to a small room and helped me shower. I could not remember seeing her with any of the men, and upon questioning she confirmed she had only been the hostess. While naked, before dressing, I touched Lisa's face. 

She leaned in and kissed me "Let me show you how grateful I am." I told her. 

I knelt in front of her and raised her skirt. With one finger I pulled her panties to the side. Her cunt was soaked, she had enjoyed the evening. She adjusted her feet so I could get my mouth on her pussy. I heard the door open and Andre walked in. I explained I wanted to thank Lisa properly and he agreed. I proceeded to eat her out. It did not take long before she was coming. I stood up and kissed her. I told her to turn around and bend over. I then told Andre to thank her too. While I dressed, Andre pumped Lisa's pussy. Soon she was moaning and coming again. 

"What should I do with my cum, babe?". 

"Lisa, you want it?" I asked. 

"Please" she whimpered. 

I told her to get on her knees at Andre's feet. I stood next to him and jerked him off in her face. I held his cock as he sprayed her face and mouth. I rubbed the tip of his cock over her cheek and lips. As Andre tucked his dick away I leaned over and kissed Lisa – sharing in the seed. Lisa quickly regrouped and showed us out. We walked through the room, where people were still fucking. I could seem many of the men sharing their cum with the other women now. Lisa walked us down the hall and I asked about the other rooms. She said she makes all fantasies come true. Once in the lobby, Lisa called our driver and in moments we were in the limo riding to the hotel. 

Andre held me in his arms. Once in the room he told me how much he had enjoyed himself. I thanked him over and over. As we curled up in bed he handed me a small box. When I opened it I saw a DVD, he explained that Lisa had made sure we had an appropriate souvenir. I put the disc in and saw myself mingling with the crowd. As I fast forwarded, I saw myself being violated in so many different ways. I shut it off and told Andre that we would need to share this when we got home.

The final days in Las Vegas were uneventful, we rested most of the time. My pussy needed a break! We flew home and resumed our lives.