14 comments/ 122201 views/ 7 favorites Taking Candy By: Candy Striper Jeff had everything a 32 year old man could ask for. He had a beautiful wife named Lori, two wonderful children, was a manager of a successful company and provided an above-average income for his family. Jeff was handsome and at 6 foot tall and 185 pounds, he turned quite a few female heads when he walked by. Jeff did, however, harbor a lurid secret: He was a closet cross-dresser. Although heterosexual, Jeff had a fetish for cross-dressing. Two or three times a year, he would get into a "mood" and buy all sorts of female clothing and accessories. Jeff got turned on dressing up. After a few erotic sessions with himself, Jeff would feel ashamed and dispose of the "fetish" items. Then Jeff would revert back into being the manly white male he felt he was supposed to be. Jeff had gone his whole life without anyone discovering this secret. He intended on keeping it that way……… Marcus, a single 53 year old black male, worked as the chief security officer at a large hotel chain. Marcus was a whiz with security and surveillance equipment. Marcus made good money and had a lot of females at his beckoning call. Marcus, however, also had a lurid fetish. He enjoyed transvestites. Not only did he fantasize about them, he would occasionally cruise the strip late at night looking for a tranny to take back to his crib. Unbeknownst to hotel management, Marcus had even installed hidden cameras in some of the rooms in several of the hotels he would oversee as the chief security officer. While Marcus enjoyed many a viewing of all sorts of sexual trysts, what Marcus really desired was catching a closet cross-dresser on tape. That was his ultimate fantasy…….. Jeff loved it when the month of September rolled around. Jeff's company would send him five hours away from home to attend a week long convention in a big city. While Jeff had never taken the opportunity to cheat on his wife, Jeff loved having the chance to cross-dress in the seclusion of his hotel room. Jeff always stayed in a hotel on the other side of town from the convention so he could have maximum privacy during the evenings. He would begin a few weeks before the convention; purchasing all the accessories he could to enhance his experience. This particular September, Jeff took with him a low cut button down cream blouse, a black mini skirt, a matching black bra and panties set , black thigh high nylons with garter straps, a garter belt and a pair of black 4 inch stiletto heels. Jeff also had a full accompaniment of make-up, a blonde wig and deluxe silicone 36D breast forms. While he would be attending the convention during the day, Jeff was really looking forward to spending his evenings inside his room dressing up. Jeff checked into his hotel room late Monday afternoon after attending the first day of the convention. Shortly after he got up to his room, he started getting himself all dolled up. After he was completely dressed as a woman, Jeff would check himself out in the mirror, strut around the room and get himself aroused. He could feel his pre-cum already oozing in his panties. He could not hold off masturbation much longer. Right before Marcus' shift ended, he quickly scanned all the rooms he was taping just to see if anything interesting had developed. He really did not expect to find anything of interest on a Monday night, but you never know. Then, low and behold, Marcus caught a glimpse of the vision he had been dying to see. There, right in front of his eyes, was a good looking white boy all dressed up as a slut in heat. Marcus could not take his eyes off the screen as the tranny pranced around the room all dressed up. Marcus could just hear those high heels clicking around the room as this guy was swaying his hips around in that mini skirt. Marcus quickly popped out the tape to that room and inserted a new one to record through the night. Marcus had been waiting for this moment for a long time; He had a lot of work to do to fulfill his fantasy…… Jeff thought the second day of the convention would never end. He was especially horny today as he wore the pair of black panties and black thigh high nylon hose with garters all day underneath his normal shirt/tie/slacks combination. As he got back to his hotel room, he was alarmed to see a tape sticking out of the VCR in his room with a note ominously saying, "Play me." Jeff walked around the room, checked the bathroom and was relieved to find no one around. He chain-locked the hotel room door and sat down at the edge of the bed. He pushed the tape in and awaited its message. An older black man appeared on the screen. "Hi Jeff, I'm Marcus and it's a pleasure to meet you." Jeff stared on in shock as Marcus continued. "You are wondering right now what in the hell is going on, aren't you? I will quickly get to the point. I've got you on tape getting all dressed up, and you know what I mean. You're real pretty, by the way." Marcus grinned real big. To Jeff, it appeared as a grin that the Big Bad Wolf would have when talking to Little Red Riding Hood. Jeff could not believe what he was hearing. How did this guy know who he was and that he "dressed up?" Jeff felt really flush in the face as he felt his proverbial closet opening wider by the second. "I did some checking on you, Jeff," Marcus continued, "and I know about your wife Lori and that you have, is it, two kids? I am wondering if Lori and the kids know you like to dress up real pretty? Do your parents know? Your employers?" Jeff had a feeling he knew where this was headed. This guy, Marcus, somehow discovered Jeff's secret and was going to try and extort money from him. "I will tell you what I want tonight, in person," said Marcus. "I want you to meet me in the middle of the alley to the left of the hotel at 9:00pm sharp tonight. You will meet me dressed up like a girl just as you were last night. I want to see you in complete make-up, with all the undergarments, your breast forms, the wig, blouse, skirt and heels." Jeff couldn't believe his ears. What was this guy Marcus trying to do? Jeff sat stone-faced as Marcus continued his series of demands. "I also took the liberty to buy you a black purse to go with your outfit," said Marcus. "You will find it in a bag under the bed. You will also find some perfume that I want you wearin' when you meet me. You will bring the purse and put your make-up accessories in there." Jeff reached under the bed and found the bag containing the purse and the perfume this Marcus character had purchased for him. "A purse," thought Jeff. "This guy must really enjoy humiliating people." The tape of Marcus' demands continued. "You will not leave the room until you are dressed up and ready to meet me," said Marcus. "Also, you will not make any phone calls. Remember, I am watching you!" Marcus was very clear on his final set of instructions. "If you are not in the alley by 9:00pm and you are not dressed as I have demanded, I will see to it that your family, bosses and many others will get to watch the following tape along with a letter to explain your dirty little secret. See you soon!" With that Marcus cut out and the tape showed exerts of Jeff dressed up from the night before. It even showed Jeff lying face down on the bed humping a pillow that was between his legs while he was dressed up as a woman. Jeff didn't know what to do. He looked at the clock and it was 6:30pm. He had only a couple of hours to decide how to handle this major dilemma. Marcus was watching live as Jeff viewed the tape. Marcus had been a busy man since he had discovered Jeff last night. Marcus used his connections at the front desk to research Jeff's personal information as well as how long he was supposed to stay in town. Marcus also used the help of a private investigator he knew to learn as much info on Jeff as quickly as possible. Marcus was banking on the hope that Jeff was still in the closet about his cross-dressing. If Jeff didn't really care about coming out, not only would Marcus' plan fail, Marcus would also probably lose his job and face criminal charges if Jeff pursued it. But Marcus was confident that he would be seeing Jeff at 9:00pm on Marcus' terms……. Jeff waded through all of his options. Bottom line, Jeff did not want his family or anyone he knew finding out about his secret. Jeff's options were also limited because this guy obviously had some sort of hidden camera in his room watching his every move. Jeff did not understand why this guy wanted him dressed up. If he simply wanted money from Jeff, why couldn't Jeff just meet him dressed as a man? Whatever the case, Jeff knew he couldn't risk this guy letting out his secret. He knew he had to start getting dressed up to meet Marcus. It was very difficult for Jeff to get ready. For one thing, it was very unsettling knowing a hidden camera was watching him. Also, he was worried about what this guy wanted. Although successful, Jeff did not have a lot of money to spare. How much would it cost to make this guy go away? Jeff went into the bathroom and started to get dressed. First he attached his deluxe silicon breast forms with surgical glue that gave him a firm 36 D bust. Jeff put on his thigh high black nylons over his smooth legs that he had shaved last night. Then he slid on his garter belt with four black garter straps trimmed in black lace that attached to his nylons. Jeff slid into a pair of black panties and put on the matching black bra over his breast forms. Jeff began applying a foundation of liquid make-up to his baby smooth face to give it a tanned complexion and used a soft powder to set it in place. He then applied an adequate amount of blush. He trimmed up his eyebrows and applied thick black mascara and eyeliner. His brown eyes were set off with a soft gray eye shadow. He painted his nails red and put on a pair of hoop earrings. What was usually an erotic experience for Jeff was turning into sheer terror. Jeff finished dressing up by putting on his low cut button down cream blouse and a short black mini-skirt. He affixed his blonde wig and put on his 4 inch stiletto heels. Finally he applied red lipstick and lip gloss over his lips making them appear very moist. Jeff sprayed the perfume on his blouse, gathered up his make-up, put them in his new purse and was ready to go. It was 8:45pm. Jeff had only fifteen minutes before his date with destiny. Jeff now had to worry about his first walk in public as a woman. Jeff had always fantasized about going in public dressed like a woman. Until now, however, he had never once actually considered doing it. Now he was being forced to do it. He had to go down the hall, on the elevators and through the downstairs lobby before getting outside. Lord knows how many people would see him. Hopefully, it would be no one he knew. Jeff knew that at six feet tall, he would certainly draw attention. Even though he was dolled up real good, it wouldn't take too close of an inspection to realize he was a guy. Jeff's heart was pumping a thousand beats a minute as he opened the door and entered the hallway. He was only about one hundred feet from the elevator so he moved quickly. He had never walked this fast in his heels before and he was afraid he would fall. He was relieved when he made it to the elevators without being seen. Before the doors to the elevator opened, Jeff had already decided on his strategy for getting through the lobby. He would walk as quickly as possible and not make eye contact with anyone. Jeff felt that as long as he did not look at anyone, he would be invisible. If he didn't notice anyone's reaction to him, then it wouldn't bother Jeff. As the doors opened, Jeff hurried off with his heels clicking loudly through the lobby. He knew there were people around, but Jeff focused on the front doors and the dreaded meeting that awaited him around the corner outside. Marcus had stayed in his office monitoring Jeff until Jeff was fully dressed. After seeing Jeff all dressed up, Marcus was fully confident that Jeff would comply with all of his demands. And there would be many of them. When Jeff exited his room, Marcus quickly left his office and hopped on the service elevator. He then exited the hotel through a side door and hopped into his awaiting car that was parked in the alley where Jeff would meet him. As soon as the cool evening air hit Jeff's face, he knew there would be no turning back. He turned left and quickly clicked his way towards the alley. As he turned the corner, he could see a car halfway down. Thankfully there were not a lot of people on the street to see him. As he made his way down the alley, Jeff was still holding out hope that Marcus was just playing him and would not really be there. That hope was squashed when the car flashed its lights at Jeff. He had a sinking feeling Marcus was there. As Jeff approached the car, Marcus rolled down the driver's side window. "Get in," instructed Marcus. Jeff saw Marcus lean across the seat and open the passenger side door. Jeff walked up to the passenger side and looked in. "What do you want?" demanded Jeff. "Damn you are lookin' fine girl," Marcus replied, while patting the passenger's seat. Jeff cried out, "What the fuck do you want!" "I told you, girl, I want you to get in." Jeff looked around and saw a couple of people at the front of the alley had stopped and were looking down. Not wanting to attract attention, Jeff complied. After he was in the car, Jeff got to see his tormentor up close and personal. Marcus appeared to be around the age of fifty. He had grayish hair and a moustache. His shoulders were very broad and Jeff could tell he was very tall even from a sitting position. His eyes were so dark they were almost midnight black. "Damn, you look and smell real fine, girl," said Marcus. "Baby, don't be upset now. Marcus don't want to hurt you." Sounding deflated, Jeff asked quietly, "What do you want from me? I don't have a lot of money or anything." Marcus smiled and replied, "Relax baby, I don't want any money from you. I just want us to go out together for dinner and some after dinner drinks." Jeff did not know how to register all this. He was relieved that Marcus did not want any money, but what was this dinner bullshit? Jeff stammered, "Outttt to dddinner?" "Yeah, and drinks," said Marcus. "That's it baby." Jeff thought for a second. "That's it, I don't get it." "What don't you get", asked Marcus, "I just wanna take you out." "But I am not gay or anything," Jeff informed Marcus. "Me neither", answered Marcus with his bright teeth seeming to glow in the dark. Jeff tried to lay it all out. "You mean if I go out to dinner with you, you will leave me alone and not show my tape to anyone?" "Yeah, but don't forget about the after dinner drinks." "Yeah, the drinks," nodded Jeff slightly. Marcus started the car and headed to the restaurant. Jeff had so many things going through his mind. He guessed he was right that this guy just got his kicks humiliating people. If he could get through this dinner thing without anyone he knew seeing him, it appeared he would be home free. Jeff swore this would be a lesson learned and he would never again dress up after this night. As the car moved forward, Marcus turned on the radio. 50 Cent's Candy Shop was blaring throughout the car. This appeared to amuse Marcus. Jeff turned and stared blankly out the passenger's side window as the lyrics played. "I take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollypop. Go 'head girl, don't you stop. Keep going til' you hit the spot." After a few minutes, Marcus said, "You said you're not gay." Jeff was caught off guard by this comment. "That's right," nodded Jeff in agreement. "Well", said Marcus, "I ain't goin' out with no dude named Jeff, 'cause I ain't gay neither. I gotta give you a new name…..let's see," said Marcus as he eyed Jeff up and down. "Man, you look delicious, like eye candy……that's it, I'm gonna call you Candy!" exclaimed Marcus. Jeff couldn't believe his ears. He tried to ignore the comment but Marcus forced the issue. "Did ya hear me, you're Candy!" Jeff nodded his head slightly as if to say "whatever". "I wanna hear you say it," demanded Marcus, "Tell me your name!" Jeff, realizing the weak position he was in, meekly whispered, "Candy." "Who are you!" screamed Marcus. Jeff turned to face Marcus. He was looking into the face of a suddenly hostile man. In an unsettling tone, Jeff screamed, "I am Candy!" Marcus paused for a second and then his smile returned. "Nice to meet you, Candy." Candy's heart was racing as the car pulled into the restaurant's parking lot. Thankfully, it was 9:30pm on a Tuesday night and there were not many cars. It also appeared to be dimly lit on the inside which benefited Candy's desire to remain as discreet as possible. Marcus exited the car. Candy was surprised as he walked around to Candy's side of the car and opened the door. Marcus extended his hand out to Candy. Candy paused for a second and then reluctantly held out her right hand for Marcus to grasp. After he helped her out, Marcus pointed towards the car. "Don't forget your purse," said Marcus. Candy rolled her eyes and leaned back inside the car to grab it. As she bent over, she realized that Marcus was staring at her ass. Her black mini-skirt was just long enough to cover her garters and black panties. Candy knew from this angle, however, that Marcus could see them clearly. She could also see that Marcus appeared to enjoy looking at her ass. She quickly scooped up the purse and stood back up. Candy flung the purse over her right shoulder and started walking towards the restaurant when Marcus suddenly grabbed her arm. "Hold up, girl, I want us to walk up together," said Marcus as he placed his right hand into Candy's left hand. Candy knew it was pointless to resist. Candy could feel herself shaking as they walked. Candy was somewhat relieved that Marcus was almost five inches taller than her so it wouldn't look even more ridiculous than it already appeared. Candy peaked down at the sight of Marcus' large, black hand intertwined with her small, white hand with painted nails. Out of nowhere, Candy could feel an erection growing under her skirt. "You've got to be kidding me", thought Candy. "How in the fuck could I even be getting a hard-on right now?" That thought quickly escaped her mind as they entered the restaurant. Thankfully, Marcus had broken off the awkward hand holding when they got in. The restaurant's layout was to Candy's liking. They were seated in a corner table that was not well-lighted and there were only a handful of customers. Candy tried the same tactic she used when going through the hotel lobby: Absolutely no eye contact with anyone! Candy had buried her head in the menu as the waiter came over. Thankfully, Marcus handled the drink and meal orders so Candy was not forced to reveal her masculine voice. Candy started feeling just a tad more relaxed for the first time this evening. "If Marcus keeps his word," reasoned Candy to herself, "I can actually make it through this night unscathed." Candy was still confused as to why Marcus was doing all this. It had to be that he was just some sick fuck who enjoyed humiliating closet cross-dressers. But why was he checking out her ass when she was bent over in the car. He said he was not gay, but he had been peppering her with compliments and sexual innuendos all evening. "Must all be part of his game," Candy concluded. As they waited for the meal, Marcus continued to annoy Candy as he kept staring at her with that wolfish grin on his face. Candy finally snapped and asked, "What?" Marcus kept his grin and said, "Nothing, I'm just sitting here admiring the view." Taking Candy Finally summoning all her courage, Candy asked, "I don't understand your game. You say you don't want any money, what do you want then?" Marcus laughed. "Oh, my naïve little Candy, isn't it obvious, I want you." Candy felt all the color disappear from her face as her stomach turned in knots. The waiter interrupted this most awkward moment with their food. After the waiter was gone, Marcus started to dig into his medium rare steak. "Come on baby, eat," encouraged Marcus. Candy was still trying to get Marcus' ominous words, "I want you" to sink in. "I'm not hungry," mumbled Candy. "Come on, have a bite of mine." With that, Marcus placed a medium sized piece of steak on his fork and held it across the table in front of Candy's face. "That's ok," said Candy trying politely to refuse. Then Marcus' mood changed quickly once again. "Listen up, girl, you had better start doing as I say or this deal is off." Candy understood the implications of this statement and opened her mouth to take in a bite of Marcus' meat. "That's better," said Marcus appearing satisfied again. Marcus slid in the bite of meat past Candy's moist, red lips. Candy's mouth closed down on Marcus' piece of meat. Marcus slowly slid the fork out of Candy's mouth as Candy took in the meat. "How does my meat taste," questioned Marcus. "Good," was the only response a humbled Candy could muster. After dinner, Marcus paid the check and Candy was relieved this night of terror and humiliation was almost over. Including the first viewing of his tape, Marcus had only been in Candy's life for four hours. "Four painfully long agonizing hours," thought Candy. She wondered if Marcus would be true to his word and just drop her off at her hotel. She also held out hope that he might give her the tape so she would not have to worry about Marcus ever again. The words, "I want you," kept going through her head. As the car left the parking lot, the radio blared out the song Work It by Missy Elliott. Candy could hear the lyrics echoing throughout the car. "Is it worth it, let me work it. I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it. If you got a big (dick), let me search it, to find out how hard I got to work ya." Candy noticed that they were headed in a different direction from where her hotel was. After a few blocks, the car pulled up in a long driveway that led up to a rather large two story house. Marcus reached up above his visor and hit a button that began lifting up the garage door. Candy quickly went on high alert. Candy asked anxiously, "Where are you taking me? I thought you were dropping me off back at my hotel." "Naw, we haven't had our after dinner drinks yet," replied Marcus. "But you said I'd only have to go out to dinner with you," pleaded Candy. "And drinks," reminded Marcus, "Besides, I want you to check out my crib." The car entered the garage and down went the garage door. Marcus got out and went to a door leading into the house. He pressed a keypad code that apparently deactivated an alarm system. Candy waited anxiously in the car as Marcus opened up the door and once again extended his large, black hand for Candy to grasp. "Come on Candy, don't be shy now," taunted Marcus. Candy entered the house hand in hand with Marcus. She was now seriously wondering what she would all have to do to keep her secret. They entered the house through the kitchen. Marcus flipped on the lights, dimmed them slightly and walked over to the phone to check his messages. Candy just stood inside the doorway awkwardly. Marcus pressed play and a black female's voice came on. "Marcus, this is Latonya, give me a call. Talk to ya later, my Boo." "Is that your girlfriend?" questioned Candy. "One of them," said Marcus. "Come on in the living room and make yourself comfortable on the couch," said Marcus motioning to Candy. Candy entered a large living room that was furnished with a large couch, a love seat and an armless chair that formed a three sided square. The fourth side of the square had a big screen TV against the wall. The wall encased a stairway that led to the second floor. Candy sat in the middle seat on the big couch. Marcus entered the living room with a beer bottle and a wine cooler. He offered the wine cooler to Candy and sat down on the couch to the left of Candy. Just then, Candy could hear Neil Diamond's Girl, You'll be a Woman Soon playing ominously in the background. "Here's to the beginning of a beautiful friendship," said Marcus holding up his bottle. With that, Marcus clanked the bottles together and took a long swallow of his beer. Candy just stared around the room. "Drink up girl," encouraged Marcus. "If I finish this," asked Candy, "Will you then take me back to my hotel?" "Let's see," said Marcus, putting his hands under his chin as if pondering the question. "I got a hot looking slut sitting here completely under my power and she wants to know if I will take her back to her hotel. Hmmmm, my answer would have to be, ummm…. "Oh, hell no!" Candy's eyes opened wide as she now realized what kind of predicament she was in. Marcus put his bottle down, leaned into Candy. "I think I have waited long enough. I want you right now!" Candy chocked on her first swig of the wine cooler as these words from Marcus' mouth reached her ears. "What are you talking about," protested Candy, "You said you're not gay." "Let's get something straight here for the last time," replied Marcus, "I'm not. I am a guy, you are a girl, so there is nothing "gay" about us. "But I am not really a girl," said Candy, continuing to plead her case. "What the fuck are you talking about," said Marcus. "Look at yourself, you are all dressed up like a slut just beggin' to be fucked." "But you made me dress up like this," responded Candy. "Bullshit", said Marcus, "Except for the purse and perfume, you the one that got all those feminine things yourself. Deep down inside, you really are a girl. And that's all that matters to me." "But I am not attracted to men," said an increasingly exasperated Candy. "Sure you are," replied Marcus, "You telling me when you're dressing up like a ho you ain't thinking about getting yourself some cock?" "No, I don't," replied Candy. "Well then, let me ask you this, why do girls dress themselves up real pretty when they go out?" "I guess to feel good about themselves by looking attractive," said Candy as she shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, but who are they looking attractive for?" prodded Marcus. "Men", said Candy hesitantly. Candy knew her ship was quickly sinking. Candy did have to admit that when she was dressing up, she did fantasize about turning men on. "That's right, men," continued Marcus. "So when you were dressing up, whether you realize it or not, you are wanting to attract men. And baby, I am that man for you." With that, Candy lowered her head in defeat. Marcus knew he had won. He padded Candy on her knee, stood up and walked to the other side of the room. He sat down in the armless chair staring directly across at Candy. "Now, I want you to show me what kind of slut you are. I want you to get down on all fours and crawl over here to your man," instructed Marcus. Candy briefly entertained the thought of just getting up and bolting for the door. She was sure, however, that Marcus would definitely follow through with his blackmail threat. Candy stood up slowly, her body shaking in fear. She then lowered herself to the floor on all fours per Marcus' instructions. Candy realized it was pointless to resist Marcus anymore. She was his for the taking. "That's right, Candy, come over to me. I want you to sway your ass back and fourth real slow and seductive as you are crawling. Take your time, I want to enjoy seeing you crawling on your hands and knees for me." With her head down, Candy slowly made her way towards Marcus. Her hands and nylon knees slinked across the carpet. She moved her ass back and fourth, side to side in a seductive manner as she inched forward towards Marcus. As she got to his feet, she looked up and waited for further instruction from her black tormentor. "That's real nice," said Marcus sounding pleased. "Now, I want you to straddle my lap, facing me and lower yourself slowly down onto my lap." Candy stood up. She was unnerved by the request but relieved that Marcus was still fully dressed. Candy straddled Marcus and faced him. His midnight black eyes gazed directly into hers. She broke away her glance and looked down as she lowered herself onto his lap. She could feel his huge cock pulsating on her ass. "Now, I want my Candy to give me a sexy lap dance." With Candy's stiletto heels planted firmly on the ground for leverage, she held onto Marcus' shoulders and began pulsing up and down. Candy leaned back and began swiveling her hips in circles much to Marcus' pleasure. As Candy continued this motion, she noticed that her own cock was getting aroused for the second time tonight. "Why is this happening?" wondered Candy. "Do I really want this?" Marcus was in heaven with Candy's ass bumping and grinding against his growing cock. He also loved watching her nice titties bouncing up and down as she did her dance. Sure, the tits aren't real, but that's what makes the fantasy all the more exciting. This night was turning out a thousand times better than Marcus could have ever imagined. Candy began experimenting with different angles by leaning forward and back. She also started making figure eights on Marcus' lap and cock. Marcus keyed into this and grabbed Candy's ass and pulled her closer while she was bumping and grinding. When Candy would lean forward, Marcus could feel her hot breath on his neck and ears. This turned him on even more. Candy could feel Marcus' already huge cock growing even bigger every time her ass made contact with it. "Just how big is this thing?" wondered Candy. As she continued her dance, Candy closed her eyes and subconsciously began licking her lips in a seductive manner. Marcus had not even asked her to do this. When she opened her eyes, Candy could see the overt lust in Marcus' eyes. Seeing Candy licking her lips was too much for Marcus. He stopped her and said, "I just gotta fuck that beautiful mouth of yours. Get down on your knees in front of me." After Candy climbed off of him, Marcus stood up and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He then sat back down in the chair. As Candy kneeled down before him, her eyes fell to Marcus' thick and long black cock that her ass had just been feeling. Candy had only seen black cocks in porno movies but never for real. This one appeared to be even bigger than the ones she saw on film. It had to be at least twelve inches or more. Realizing she was in a no win situation and actually starting to feel horny, Candy was ready to suck her first cock. As Candy was about to grasp Marcus' huge cock, he said in a taunting tone, "I wanna hear you say your a black cock slut." In a voice barely above a whisper, Candy said, "I'm a black cock slut." "LOUDER", demanded Marcus. "I'm a black cock slut!" yelled Candy. "Good girl, you little black cock slut, now start suckin'." By this point, any semblance of Jeff was gone and Candy, the newly appointed "black cock slut" had taken over. Jeff's reasoning, rationalizing and fear was suddenly replaced by Candy's desire to pleasure this incredibly huge black cock standing before her. Candy was not sure how to go about this. Candy's wife Lori had given her a few, occasional blow jobs over the years, but she was not sure what was "right way." All she could do was to give to Marcus what Candy liked when she was getting a blowjob herself. Candy reached out and took a hold of Marcus pulsating cock in her right hand. She could hear Marcus saying, "That's right, baby. Put that cock in that beautiful mouth of yours." Candy's left hand moved to his balls and she caressed them with her fingers. She moved her head lower and parting her lips, her pink tongue slipped out and teased the head of his cock. Marcus started to moan as she poked the tip of her tongue into the hole on top and from there, her tongue slid down the entire length of his huge shaft. She moved her left hand up under his shirt and began caressing his stomach. Her right hand grasped his cock and pushed it up against his abdomen as she dropped her mouth to his balls. "Damn, you are good, girl," said Marcus soundly pleased. Candy's lips closed around his balls as she massaged them with her tongue. Her tongue licked his balls some more before she moved back to the bottom of his cock. She licked his cock up and down, getting it nice and wet. After his black cock was glistening from her saliva, she took it in her mouth, enclosing her moist, red lips around the thick cock. Slowly she pushed her mouth more than halfway down and had to relax her throat to prevent herself from chocking on the black monster. Marcus continued talking dirty to her. "Suck it, baby", "I am going to fuck your slutty mouth, you white ho!" After a few minutes of Candy's mouth around his cock, Marcus placed his large black hands on top of Candy's blonde head and grabbed a hold. Marcus took over and began fucking Candy's mouth while lifting her head up and down. Candy could feel his cock deep inside her throat. She chocked and gagged slightly before adjusting to Marcus' new rhythm. Candy could feel the whole length sliding in and out of her mouth. The pushes became harder and Candy truly felt like she was being fucked. She got her first taste of his juice as small amounts of Marcus' pre-cum trickled into Candy's mouth. Marcus asked Candy, "Do you like me fucking your mouth?" All Candy could say was a series of enthusiastic "uhhuhh's" and "mmhh hmmmmh's!" Marcus moaned louder as Candy continued to envelop his cock with her soft, sweet lips, making hot, slurping noises. Marcus felt all powerful now, the bitch enjoying this so much, he was sure, that even if she was not being blackmailed, she would choose to continue being under his power. Marcus could not take it any longer. He leaned back in the chair and informed Candy he was ready to cum. "You're gonna take my black seed down your throat now!" instructed Marcus. With that, Candy could feel his throbbing cock thrust forward as Marcus began spilling what seemed to be gallons of hot cum down Candy's throat. Candy's throat worked hard gulping all of Marcus' salty tasting cum down into her belly. Marcus took a hold of the base of his cock and began sliding it gently in and out of Candy's mouth to ensure she was milking every last drop of his cum. As he pulled it out, a few drops fell upon Candy's lips and chin. Candy looked up at her new master seeking approval. Marcus looked down at her, patted her head softly and said, "Good girl, that was incredible." Candy smiled at this vote of confidence and wondered what Marcus might have in store for her next…………………… To Be Continued…………..