The Sissy Model by Bobbi Love

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Sissy Model!

By Bobbi Love

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.

Sissy Model!

By Bobbi Love

Ever since Stephen Winslow had lost his comfortable desk job, it seemed that his life was spinning out of control. But he never imagined that things would get this bad...

It was the ultimate humiliation. On the couch with his hand placed over his soft stomach, Stephen was wondering if he was going to be sick now. His mind was screaming for him to put a stop to this before it happened. Paralyzed with anxiety and indecision, however, he didn't get up from the couch. Instead he kept his eyes in the direction of the front door. It was like waiting for his executioner to arrive. Death by step-mom!

To make matters worse, it was his step-mother's idea to have him 'model' for her. Tough economic times had hit her too and now she was barely scraping by. She needed a model to keep the bills paid. She considered herself to be an "artist." It all seemed like a bad joke to Stephen, who couldn't understand why the conniving spendthrift couldn't get a real job like the rest of the world. In fact, every time the bossy older woman would broach the subject in conversation, he would laugh it off as the gibbering of a crazy old kook. "Hey Gloria, I think you need to stop inhaling so many of those paint fumes!"

This usually worked –until one day it didn't.

"Actually," said his wife, just last week, "I think that would be a good idea for you to try, Stephen. It's not like you have to go to work tomorrow!"

He said 'yes'. Not because he wanted to. But because his wife was the only person on the planet who had that much power over him.

Blair was the perfect woman. And he was the textbook example of someone "punching above their weight class."

Stephen and Blair had been married for over five years, and he still couldn't believe his good fortune to have found a woman as beautiful as her. He could still remember the flabbergasted expressions on people's faces when they first saw Blair on his skinny arm. Even his nearest and dearest friends took a long time before they acknowledged that Stephen was in a real relationship now. He hadn't had many women before that. He was a shy, pale, slim 5'7", and not too well-endowed. By the time he'd graduated college, he still hadn't dated much. While filling out an online dating profile he listed his best attributes as: having good manners, dressing well, good cook, and good at school.

That's how they met, via an online dating service. Right from the start Stephen worshipped at the altar of Blair, unable to believe that such a voluptuous, confident, smart, and business-savvy woman would really be interested in a regular guy like him. Knowing that he couldn’t compete against the jocks and playboys she usually hung around with, his strategy was to simply give her everything he had. And after "years" of dating "total fucking assholes" Blair seemed to enjoy dating a guy like Stephen. They never fought. Then they got married in a small ceremony in Connecticut, where Blair had recently purchased a house on the lake, planning on making it a rental property. Stephen's marriage night was only the second time he'd had sex — and to his horror, after a bit of awkward fumbling in the dark, and saying, “Sorry, I'm sorry," many times, he failed to last a full manly minute.

It was hard to not marvel over how beautiful his bride was, with her rosy cheeks and long thick black hair.

Although the married couple was roughly the same height, Blair had an eye-popping hour glass figure with heavy 36D tits that seemed like they were created in a laboratory. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when aroused. In her friskier moments, Blair loved to embarrass her rather straight-laced husband by going bra-less in public: only wearing tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against the thin material of her top. She knew the effect she had on men. Women too. Her waist was also impossibly tiny, which made her female hips and round, thick ass seem extra curvy.

"I can't model for your mother. That's crazy! There's no way I'm doing that," he remembered arguing with his wife last night. "No Blair, no!"

"Come on now," his wife had cooed through a brittle smile. "Mom has really suffered since her art classes got cancelled by the community college. She won't shut up about her work. She just needs a model. It's not that big of a deal, sweetie."

In response to her condescending tone, he said, "Well if it's not that big of a deal then why don't you model for your batshit crazy mother!"

Since Blair had often referred to her own domineering, irresponsible mother in the same terms, she didn't take offense. Instead she reached for her briefcase, still wearing one of her newly purchased "power suits," and removed a company laptop before reminding her unemployed husband, "Some of us have to actually work for a living, sweetie. You do wish for me to keep a roof over our heads, yes? Good, I thought so. Now please stop making such a big deal over this one simple request. It'll only take an hour out of your 'busy day.' Okay?"

Stephen mumbled something back. Unsure of how much more berating his fragile male ego could take, he found himself looking down at the floor while he scratched his wrist. Unless he took drastic measures to fix his marriage, things could get a lot worse. This job market was wreaking havoc on their life together.

"What's that? Speak louder!" his wife said harshly. "You know I hate that Stephen!"

He flinched, still not accustomed to how his wife had started to snap at him recently. He hated the way she sometimes scolded him as if he was her child. "Fine, I said okay."

His wife put her hand on the front of her tailored jacket, the one that let the world know she was a female executive. Not to be fucked with. "Oh fantastic Stephen, because for a second I thought I was going to have to call that fancy divorce lawyer my mother keeps recommending," said Blair, leaving the room with a high-pitched laugh that seemed to hang in the air like a warning that wouldn't go away.

Ding-dong!

The sound jolted Stephen out of his reverie. Then he heard someone impatiently jabbing the button three times —four times— in a row, letting Stephen know that they weren't going to let him waste any more of their precious fucking time.

Outwardly calm, his stomach was turning in apprehension as he opened the door and saw his step-mother standing there with her art supplies.

"Hello Gloria."

It was a hot, bright day which caused him to squint like a rodent. So the next thing he noticed was her scent, which never failed to knock Stephen off guard. His evil stepmother always wore the most expensive French perfume that she could afford despite constantly "borrowing" money from her adult daughter. The problem was that Stephen had always been a stammering mess when he was around Gloria. A natural authority figure, Blair's mother had gotten through life not by hard work, but by manipulating others to do whatever unpleasant task she felt was unworthy for someone as lofty as her.

Gloria was dressed semi-professionally, as if she had come to teach one of her little community college art classes. "It's a hundred degrees, are you going to open the door, or do you want me to melt, Stephen?"

"Sorry, Gloria," he said without any emotion. "Please come in."

"Such a gentleman." Guffawing, she brushed past him and turned. "Now, do be a good boy, and fetch the rest of my supplies. The trunk is already open. I don't want those paints getting any warmer."

Gloria's patronizing smile reminded him that she still had her looks. (Although not nearly as beautiful as she'd once been. Thank God.) Despite his hatred for her, Stephen still had to work hard not to stare at Gloria's tits. Under her blue jacket, they looked huge—D cups at least, he already knew. Just like her top-heavy daughter. He noticed too that she'd left the top three buttons undone, exposing the top of a lacy, pink corset. Her weakly smiling stepson forced himself to look higher. His pale blue eyes slowly moved up to the pearl necklace hanging elegantly around her neck. Gloria was part of a well-known New York family that had put her through the same expensive boarding schools that they put Blair through since Gloria's bohemian lifestyle couldn't afford it. Still, Stephen found it bizarre that someone who never had rent money could always afford to wear such extravagant jewelry no matter the occasion. Then he made himself keep going until he reached a pair of dazzling green eyes that were also identical to her daughter's. Cold, but smiling, Gloria's gaze always left him wondering if she wanted to hug him, kiss him, or slap him across the cheek.

"Stephen!" She snapped her fingers in his face. "My paints!"

"Oh... sorry! I'm sorry!"

A few moments later he was back inside, glad to be in the AC again. Gloria had already set

up her easel next to the sliding glass door by the kitchen, having already instructed her daughter that this would be the best place on account of the natural light situation. She was humming and seemed to be in a better mood than normal. Next to her designer handbag was a large glass of white wine which she'd obviously just poured for herself.

He cleared his throat and tried to seem casual. "So Blair said that this would only take an hour, correct?"

"She did, huh?" Gloria shook her head. "Keys, please!"

It took him a moment before he reached into his pocket and handed the evil bitch the keys to her 2012 Mercedes-Benz.

Pleased, she took a long sip from her glass and grinned mischievously, "Ok, dear, I'm all ready on my end. It's now or never. Once you take those clothes off, you can start by standing next to that stool, facing me."

Stephen's oval-shaped face was now distorted by the torment of what he needed to do. His mouth was arid and his neck was damp from perspiration. "I don't know why you want me to —"

She cut him off. "Because artists need models in order to work. Not all of us have wives with MBAs who can pay our rent."

Swallowing his urge to remind her how many times she'd borrowed money from both of them, he said, "Yeah, but I'm not exactly model material. Am I?"

"Oh, you'll do," she said flatly. "You're not classically handsome, but you have a nice babyface that I can work with."

This failed to instill confidence. And soon her petrified stepson found himself mumbling again, something about how he needed a moment. Silently, Gloria watched him scamper off down the hallway, into a downstairs guest room.

Once the door was closed, he felt better. Reminding himself why he was doing this, eventually he began to kick off his loafers and shed clothes until he was down to just the pair of black cotton briefs he planned on wearing for today's 'modeling session.'

Since Blair had assured him that no way her mother was looking for full nudity, Stephen had chosen the briefs because he felt that they flattered his masculine tendencies the most. Last night, after his wife had fallen asleep, he snuck into the bathroom and tried on numerous briefs and boxers until settling on the black briefs which (when he sucked in his stomach and turned and flexed at just the right angle) almost gave him the appearance of an athletic weekend warrior-type guy.

There was a disturbing knock on the door. Dripping with fake sweetness, Gloria's voice rang out, "You're not going full primadonna on me, are you?"

"No Gloria!" he said, gazing at his reflection in the mirror for a few more lingering seconds. Gloria started to rattle the door handle, which was of course already locked. Stephen smirked, and before leaving he grabbed one of his clean socks and stuffed it down the front of his dark briefs, starting to enjoy this for the very first time. True, he was no muscle man, and nobody would mistake him for taking steroids. But clearly he had something which women like Blair and her mother wanted...

Stephen turned his head and said out the side of his mouth so that only he could hear, "Damn, I actually do look pretty good. Late bloomer. Just starting to fill out my frame. Fuck, maybe I am model material!"

Gloria was back at her easel, and seemed to be deciding over another glass of wine when he reappeared in the kitchen. This time he was only wearing bulging black briefs.

"By the stool?" he said, feeling her eyes drawn to the space between his legs now. That poor lady, Stephen thought to himself, she probably couldn't help herself after being alone and single for so long. It was probably cruel to be flaunting so much man meat like this. No wonder she's been begging to get me alone. "You want me to stand by the stool, right Gloria?"

His stepmother winced with incomprehension. "Are those... panties?" "What?"

"Women's underwear? Stephen is that what you've chosen to wear?" "No, of course not!"

She made a little confused, embarrassed smile. "Because it looks like you're wearing a pair of Blair's panties!"

Flustered now, Stephen's brief moment of bravado was completely shattered, and he shook his head.

As Gloria approached, she removed her blue jacket, tossing it onto the back of a chair, until she was standing next to him in her pink blouse and pink corset. All those wonderful smells hit Stephen's brain at once, making things a little foggy while his stepmother reached around and pulled the back of his briefs back so that she could read the tag. A shrill, feminine laugh rang out. Stephen's complexion had no more color than the white plaster lamp next to him as Gloria tossed her thick straight hair over her shoulders, and howled with more vicious laughter. "Since when did Victoria's Secret start making underwear for men?"

Her stepson was still having a difficult time acknowledging how he'd managed to confuse his own underwear with his wife's. Various responses cluttered his brain, but none of them seemed remotely helpful to his situation now. For a tiny second, it looked like his expressive blue eyes were going to tear up.

"I must have grabbed the... the..." "Some of Blair's?"

"Wrong..."

"Yeah, you think?"

He responded with a sniff of disdain.

But Gloria was already counting this as a small victory for her. She then exchanged a telling glance with her stepson, tacitly granting him a reprieve from anymore of her mocking laughter. "Doesn't matter, dear. That's your business. Wear sexy panties every day, I don't care. We won't be needing those anyway. Let's just get those —"

Stephen was already exhausted. He was still looking at her inquisitively, feeling lost, his eyes falling to the top of her silk-encased breasts again. Now that her jacket was gone and now that she was bending down, his eyes widened with appreciation at the soft, jiggly flesh of her tits. Brief fantasies of sucking her tits and then titty fucking the evil bitch flitted through his mind. For the time being, he almost didn't even realize that she'd already hooked her long manicured fingers around the fringes of his black panties, yanking them down his skinny pale thighs with a couple of matriarchal tugs, causing Stephen's head to shoot down just in time to see the sock tumble down and land between his bare feet.

"Fuck!"

Next Gloria made an unappealing snorting sound as her hand clamped over her mouth. Clearly she wasn't trying to be mean, not in the slightest, but the disparity of what was being advertised with the hidden sock, and what was actually dangling there between his untoned thighs, was more than any reasonable woman could keep in. For the second time that day Stephen was forced to endure another round of humiliating laughter from Blair's mother. This time she laughed so hard that she dropped the paintbrush in her hand. He felt a great warmth spread from his neck and run all the way up into his face so that both of his cheeks were now the same color as Red Delicious apples.

"What's so fucking funny?" he stammered, feeling the burning heat rise into his earlobes now. "And what the fuck? Gloria? Who the fuck said anything about nude stuff?"

He started to reach for the panties, which at the moment were his best option, but Gloria smacked his hands away. So Stephen settled on just cupping his cringing privates so that they were hidden from her mocking eyes.

"Guess today is just full of little surprises," Gloria said noncommittally, before catching the unintended pun. "Whoops, sorry about that."

There were only two things that were keeping Stephen from storming off now. One, he only knew that it would matters worse since it would show even more defeat and weakness. But more importantly, Gloria was now positioned on her knees below him. She was trying to pick up the paintbrush she had dropped. The position offered him a perfect view of those big milk-filled breasts trying to burst out of her corset. Part of Stephen was extremely aware that he was the object of her ridicule now. But another part of him couldn't have cared less, especially since her beautifully feminine face was now positioned enticingly close to his dick.

The redness of his face started to dissipate as blood was called to a different part of his body. Gloria was still on her knees below him.

He placed both hands on the sides of his waist and looked down, eyeing her shrewdly now.

Lust had caused his self-confidence to surge back. His penis was fully erect, with about 3 of his nearly 5 swollen inches poking out from the dense dark brown bush of his pubic hair. All weakness had left his voice. "I see that you like to get real close inspections of your models, Gloria. You see anything you like?"

The sexy older woman put her palm down on the floor, making like she was about to push herself up. But just then, Stephen daringly stepped forward so that the tip of his dick was 3 or 4 inches away from the beautiful curve of her turned cheek. The natural sunlight caused his shaft to look even more pale pink than normal, without the hint of any veins. Gloria froze. Slowly, very slowly, their eyes met again, but this time it was Gloria who looked a little unsure and incredulous as Stephen proudly offered his throbbing dick to his stepmother.

"Stephen?" she said beseechingly.

"What is it Gloria?" he said, feigning innocence. Anticipation caused the tip of his dick to wiggle in the air, reminding Stephen of the movements of a fishing lure trying to entice the hungry stomach of a large-mouthed bass. "What's wrong, baby?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." More than anything, Stephen wished he had a camera with him right now because the photo would have been priceless. The look on her face as she was about to suck his dick. "It's okay, it's okay..."

There was a long and dramatic pause between them. And for a moment he was absolutely certain that she was nervously wetting her lips for only one purpose...

But then the fantasy scenario was wrecked! With mounting disbelief, he watched his step-mother straightening her spine, getting planted firmly on both feet now, so that they were eye-to-eye.

"Ok, now are we ready to do some modeling, stud?"

He was a little shocked, realizing that she was simply going to pretend like nothing had just happened. Sadly, he shrugged, trying to read her thoughts behind that big, bright, superficial smile she was flashing him now. He was still blushing, but not as badly as before. "Why not?"

"Good... And just so you know, Stephen, I won't be telling my daughter about you prancing around in her panties," she said, reminding him that she still had a few cards to play if she wanted. "As I think we can both practice a little discretion. Sound fine with you?"

He shrugged again, recognizing that old bitch was trying to declare a truce.

But before any type of celebration could be felt, Gloria had reached out and grabbed his entire prick and balls with her one hand so that her skin was touching his skin. But instead of feeling intimate, Stephen only felt pain. Gloria gave his privates a hard squeeze, followed by a malicious quarter-turn twist. She kept her grip solid. Stephen yelped in pain, his face grimacing the longer she gripped him there. Leaning in, Gloria whispered into his ear, "And sonny, if you ever fucking point that little thing at me again, I swear to God I will pull it off and toss it in the garbage disposal. You think I won't? Try me, buster! Then you'll have a real reason to be wearing my daughter's panties!"

"Please..." Stephen was at the edge of breaking, as he'd never experienced such terrible physical agony. He wasn't sure whether or not to cry or throw up. Or do both.

When Gloria saw the first big hot tears start to cascade down her stepson's unmanly face, she finally let go and recoiled out of disgust. "Jesus, you really are sort of a pussy, Stephen. That's the problem these days, no more goddamn men left. Just all these crying, ultra-sensitive, so-called men! Now stop crying, sissy, or I'll give you something to cry about!"

Stephen froze. Sissy? Had she really just called him that, the s-word?

Standing there on the linoleum, cupping his smarting genitals, and as naked as she was well-dressed, he told himself that she'd meant that as a joke, but obviously she had no idea how obscene and hurtful it was to use against an actual straight guy like himself. Now, as he tried to erase the past several nightmare minutes from his mind, his fingers began to gingerly probe his groin, looking for permanent damage. Finding none, only a lot of soreness and shriveled pink skin, he slowly drew his eyes back up to his matriarchal tormentor.

"Don't worry Stephen," his stepmother mocked, "your little peepee is still there, you have nothing to worry about. So don't even try to use those big sissy tears to get my daughter upset at me either. It was nothing."

"Nothing to worry about?" He sharply cut his eyes toward the beautiful older woman. "You just assaulted me, Gloria!"

"Exaggerate much?" As always, it seemed like she already had the perfect rebuke loaded up in the chamber. "Talk about getting your panties in a bunch, sweetie!"

Fluttering feminine laughter caused Stephen's blood to boil, but the anger dissolved when he saw Gloria nonchalantly return to her easel and art supplies, which had so far gone unused. Her back to him still, and without making the slightest attempt to bend her knees, the woman started reaching for a large manila folio that had previously fallen to the ground. For Stephen, it was almost like the world was happening in slow motion.

With agonizing slowness, her curvy ass (the women in that family had some genetics!) hiked up in the air, and started looking rounder and plumper with every inch that her hand got closer to the floor. Then for a fraction of a second, she paused, completely bent over now. This gave him a perfect view of the lacey pink thong that was now creeping an inch above his stepmom's waistline. The blue fabric of her skirt was stretched to its absolute limit as it tried to keep Gloria's natural bubble butt from bursting through the seams. If Stephen was being honest with himself, he'd have given anything to mount that sexy evil bitch on the spot, despite what had already happened today. Or: especially because of what had happened today!

"Ready to begin, stud?" she said coquettishly, just starting to slowly arch her back into a vertical again. She knew what she was doing.

Shaking himself out of his lusty thought-scenarios, his eyes dropped immediately back to a random spot on the floor, avoiding another one of her crushing looks. Her blatant sex appeal was only making things more difficult for him at the moment. "Can we get this over, Gloria? I'd very much like to finish so that I can forget that I ever agreed to this in the first place."

Gloria finished her wine and then poured another stiff one, nearly finishing the entire bottle already. "Oh stop pretending that you're not enjoying this as much as I am. I'm sorry about the panty comment. I really don't care what you wear."

"Nobody is pretending," he mumbled.

She knocked back about half the glass and right away her high cheekbones became flushed with color. More than ever, her eyes had a menacing twinkle. "Sure about that?"

He didn't dignify that with a response.

"Well then, I have two things you should know. First of all, I already talked to Blair. And this will be a weekly thing! And secondly, if you're hating this so damn much, Stephen, then how come your little friend is so happy right now?"

"Wait, what?"

Gloria was a little buzzed now. She set her cup down and then lowered her womanly haunches onto the stool behind the easel. "Guns up! First pose is double bicep, stud. Let me see those big mussss," her buzzed voice wavered as she fought back the urge to laugh at her own joke. And Stephen, seeing no other better option, slowly began to raise his 11-inch arms, flexing them, as hard as possible, but feeling as powerful as a recently transformed eunuch. Not male. Not female. But something in the middle, something that at the moment felt very weak and very lost.

Later that night, in their marital bedroom, Stephen waited until they were arguing about something else before he brought up what was really bothering him.

"Also, it's not fair, you making me model for your mom."

"So now you're complaining about that too?" his wife asked angrily. "Don't change the subject!"

"Blair, I just thought we could talk about it."

His wife laughed it off in her weary way. She'd just put in another 12-hour day and only wanted a hot shower. She didn't have time to discuss his "feelings."

While she was in the bathroom, Stephen sulked. He was going over their argument in his head. As hot steam started to fill the bedroom he realized that Blair had left the bathroom door open—an unwelcome practice that she'd only recently begun doing. He went over just as she was finishing. Blair shut off the shower. He saw her slender long legs stepping out and she began drying herself, wrapping a fluffy towel around the curves of her amazing hourglass figure. Reaching for a hair brush she started working on her hair, she ran the brush through her long black hair, taking a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Then she admired her natural D-cup breasts, turning to the side a little to look at her toned legs and round bottom. Once she was nice and dry she bent down and slowly slipped on her black bikini style bottoms before sliding on her sexy black robe.

Stephen's anger gave way to another set of sensations. "Wow, you look great babe!" "Think so?"

But Stephan's forthcoming smile melted away as he watched his sexy wife lift up the toilet seat and plop down right in front of him.

"Hey, don't do that in front of me!" he protested.

"Why not, Stephen? It's my house!"

He shut the door and left. He went back into the living room, where he continued fuming

and replaying the day's events in his mind. Looking for a bright side, he was slightly relieved that Blair didn't seem to know about his big snafu of the day. The panties. He could tell that she didn't know. His wife wasn't a cruel woman, far from it. But she also wouldn't be able to stop herself from cracking a joke, or two, if she ever found out that her husband had been caught wearing a pair of her Victoria's Secret panties!

The next few days were a bit of a blur as Stephen found himself being dragged down into a deeper depression. As always, his wife was working like crazy, burning the candle at both ends as she began to be more responsible for bringing new clients into the company. (There were talks of a potential fourth quarter IPO, and the stock bonuses could be life-changing for the married couple.)

Then one late Friday night, after going to sleep by himself, Stephen was woken up with someone else on top of him.

Blair was still drunk from the company shindig she'd attended.

In the darkened bedroom she started rubbing herself against him.

"Looks like someone had a good time tonight," Stephen said, trying to knock the cobwebs

out of his head. "Good dear, you deserve it. I'm really glad that you finally got to unwind with some of your work buddies."

"I did," she said, snatching the T-shirt off of his body. "My boss, he's such a genius! A fucking genius!"

"Yeah?" Stephen said, putting his hands on Blair's delicious hips. It was the first time in a while she wasn't wearing a pants suit, and now her professional skirt was bunched around her tapered waist, her blouse already removed, so that when she leaned forward, he got a face full of her big tits that were still encaged by the lace and silk of her bra cups.

"Oh Blair, oh baby..."

"I want it too."

It had been forever since they'd been worked up like this, like two teenagers. Instinctively, his lips went for the nipples, sucking them through the fabric before finally tugging her bra down (he'd never mastered the ability to unclasp a woman's bra yet) enough so that his hungry mouth found the source of pleasure it craved so much. Blair pulled his head into her busty chest, ready to feed him as much as he wanted, while her hips started to grind on his pelvis.

"Ohhhhh yeeeaahhhhh, suck them, suck those fucking nipples for me..."

Her approval caused his self-confidence to surge and he glanced up, smiling boyishly, two teeth roughly scraping across her erect little nipples. "I'm really glad you decided to go out tonight, dear!"

"Ohhh..." She was making circular motions on his lap, rubbing her slick delta against his hard prick. "My boss said the funniest thing, you would have laughed so hard. I think I had a few too many drinks though. But my boss didn't, and offered to drive everyone home who needed. I've never seen a guy work a conference room like he does. Today was amazing. It was like poetry... in.... motion..."

"My poor drunk baby," Stephen said, slapping her ass and causing it to wobble in the dark. Then he pushed her off him so that she fell flat on her back. He was rock hard. Taking his prick in his hand, he found his wife's sacred little hole. All of her clothes seemed to be bunched around her waist now. She was a naughty girl tonight though, and he felt himself slip inside of her with as much ease as ever before. Blair's eyes were closed shut and she began to moan, begging him to fuck her.. to fuck her with that big swinging dick of his.

Big swinging dick?

He'd never heard her say these words.

His mind nearly exploded with husbandly confidence. "Yeah baby, you want my big swinging dick? Okay, I'll give it to you," he grunted, starting to sweat a little as he worked his slender hips back and forth, driving himself into her, until he was as deep as possible, giving her what she so obviously craved at the moment.

"More baby, more!"

"Take that!" he said, pulling it out, then driving all five solid inches back in at once. "Take that big swinging dick!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Blair yelled beneath him, starting to buck back. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be in a different place mentally.

"Wait, Blair!" Stephen warned, wanting to make this extremely rare and special moment last as long as possible. But it felt too good, and just like that every muscle in his body locked up, and he felt Blair buck up two more times, causing him to explode into her. His eyes were rolled back into his head and for the first time in years it felt like he was truly happy. "Ohhhhhhh ddaaayyymmmm, baby! My baby!"

But the bliss was short-lived. Because as soon as the brain chemicals had dissipated and he opened his eyes again, he saw that Blair was glaring at him in the dark with unmistakable disdain.

"You fucking came already?"

"I came, yeah."

"Already? What the fuck Stephen?"

"Sorry, baby," he tried sheepishly, rolling off of her voluptuous body with an apologetic grin.

"You're just... too sexy."

"You need to stop using that excuse, Stephen. It's lame."

"Sorry."

"Fuck it. Can you at least get me my vibrator?"

"Sure babe."

He got up and fetched it out of the top underwear drawer, handing the small pink device over to his wife with three or four more muttered apologies. The only problem was that the batteries had died and after spending the next 10 or 15 minutes hunting through the house and coming up empty, Stephen found himself getting dressed and driving down the block to where Blair had assured him the convenient store was 24/7.

"Here you go," he said once he got back to the house. Blair had already changed into her sleepwear for the night. She was under the covers and watching as he fumbled with her vibrator. With an uneasy laugh he said, "I can't believe that this only takes a couple of AA batteries."

"Yeah I know," replied his wife with an ominous smile. "Maybe I need to get something bigger."

By now Gloria's visits were almost starting to become a welcome thing in the middle of the week. He still hated the modeling part. And sometimes it was difficult to never look at his stepmom's swaying ass, or speculate on whether that firm shape came from a strapless bra beneath her cotton summer dress or whether she still had such a figure naturally. But it was nice to have someone else in the house and found that Blair's mother, far from being the crazy bitch he'd always considered to be, actually inspired confidence and radiated understanding.

It worked both ways too.

Because usually after Gloria had finished with her work she'd tell her stepson to get his little butt dressed because she was treating him to some new organic restaurant that she'd been dying to try. Stephen knew better to decline. He wondered if she was a little lonely too.

Even his wife had started to notice the formation of this highly unconventional companionship —oftentimes teasing her husband by calling him her mother's new 'bff.' But much to Stephen's relief, Blair seemed to be in a much better mood these days. Probably because he was finally able to "help out around the house." At least, that's what she called his modeling.

"Is my daughter here?" Gloria said one day as soon as Stephen let her into the house. "I saw her car in the driveway."

Stephen smiled and tried not to notice how the AC had likely caused a faint puckering of his stepmother's nipples. Lately, to his bewilderment, he found himself watching more and more MILF porn online. But having one in the flesh like this was a completely different matter. "No she's gone for the week. I dropped her off at the airport."

"The whole week?"

"A business thing, nothing to worry about," Stephen said cooly. "I was concerned at first also. But then I learned that she's going with a group of people from the office. Thank God."

For a second it seemed like a spark of old mischievousness had flared up in Gloria's beautiful face, but just like that if vanished and they started talking about new cooking recipes as they headed down the hallway together. By the downstairs bathroom door, she stopped and said, "Mommy's got a tinkle. Then we can get started."

Stephen answered with a polite chuckle, decided to help set up her equipment, before stripping down in the living room. Even though he'd done this many times before (that is: get naked in front of his stepmom) his heartbeat still accelerated enough to give him a new special tingle that he'd recently grown to really look forward to. There was a tickling sensation at the back of his throat now too. The cool air felt good against his bare skin, but he was slightly vexed by how shriveled it left his junk. Frowning, he gave it a few tugs, but stopped as soon as he heard Gloria's heels clicking towards him as she glided into the living room.

"Uh, listen, I was wondering if we could try something new today," she said, pausing to look at her nude stepson, already so pale and smooth. Then she just stood there for a while like she was weighing an important decision. "Would that be okay with you, Stephen?"

"Something new? Like what?" "It'll be so much fun!"

"I don't know..." he hesitated, suddenly wishing that he hadn't already removed all of his clothes so soon. "What do you have in mind, Gloria?"

"I'll explain everything. But first you better put something on. Where's your—?"

Watching her come towards him, Stephen made a reply, but anxiety turned his voice into a soft whisper. He saw his stepmother bend over to grab something from the basket of laundry that he'd just pulled out of the dryer minutes ago, before flinging a robe at him. Confused a little, it wasn't until he'd worked his arms into the baggy sleeves that he realized he was wearing one of Blair's old bathrobes, teal and thigh-high. With the awareness came a flustered embarrassment. But Gloria was already urging him to join her on the couch, which he did with very taut muscles now.

With her gorgeous legs primly crossed, she cautioned her stepson that what she was about to tell him had to be their little secret, because the last thing she needed was her "holier-than-thou daughter" judging her anymore. But well, the plain truth was that artists such as her sometimes had to put food on the table by doing things they'd rather not do. For Gloria, this meant sometimes using her "visual flair" for shooting glamour models, both men and women, either for established companies or individual clients who commissioned work from her.

"Glamour models?" he said, trying to figure out where this was going. The fact that he was so nude and so close to his stepmother made it all the more difficult. Her eyes were unbelievably green against her dark tan, and they were ringed with thick, brown lashes, gilded on the tips. Her teeth flashed whitely. And of course she smelled wonderfully of soap, hair products, and that expensive perfume of hers. "You mean pornographic stuff?"

"Well, now," she said, smiling at him as she turned and seductively drew one of her arms over the back of the couch, "I wouldn't say that. The key is to make it fun and sexy. And if you'd let me, I'd REALLY like to shoot you."

"I don't understand..."

"It pays, of course. Quite handsomely. And the REALLY GOOD NEWS is that I can make sure that nobody even recognizes you!"

It took him a moment or two to absorb what he'd just heard. With no change of expression, he tried to remain stoic while turning the idea over in his head. Mostly he was worried about Blair. What would his wife say if she knew her husband was posing in some beefcake shots. "What about Blair?"

"What about her?"

"Would she know?"

The older woman's expression was sly as she flattened her hand across her supple chest. "Do you want her to know?"

He shook his head. No way.

"Good. Me neither. What do you say?"

It was actually quite flattering to be asked by someone to pose for some sexy muscle man photographs. Even better, get paid for them! Maybe, after all, he wasn't the little shrimp of a man he'd always seen when looking at his reflection in the mirror. "Well, I guess that as long..."

Now that she thought he was going to comply, Gloria's excitement heightened. She told him to wait there while she started to drag in her tripod, lights, and other camera accessories from the Mercedes. Then she was upstairs for several minutes, doing godknowswhat, while Stephen started folding the laundry before it completely cooled. He was still wearing Blair's robe.

"I'm ready upstairs!" Gloria called out from the second floor landing. "Time for my model!"

Soon he was trudging up to meet her, his stepmother making jokes about his "perfect little tushy" as he tugged at the hem of Blair's bathrobe.

To his surprise, a tub had already been drawn for his benefit, and Stephen reluctantly disrobed and stepped into the warm depths, while Gloria began to assemble a collection of soaps and lotions that soon had the sumptuous room smelling of fresh flowers and feminine beauty.

"What's in this water?" he asked, rubbing his oily fingers together.

"Just something for your skin. Although you already have beautiful skin. Beautiful hair too. I wish you'd grow it out, Stephen. Just relax and let me do the work now. Mommy will take care of you."

He closed his eyes and leaned back. It was weird to have his step-mom give him a bath, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen his big swinging dick before. More importantly, he'd always loved it when the girls at the salon washed his hair, and as soon as he felt Gloria's hands begin to work in the shampoo, his prick shot straight up in the warm water.

Gloria burst out with a spontaneous laugh. "Looks like your little friend is saying hello!" Then she waved at it. "Hello back, little guy!"

His grin was wide and wonderful. He'd been assured a thousand times already that it was common for male models to have these sorts of reactions. So he'd stopped apologizing.

Laughing lightly, Gloria reached down and tapped the very tip of his penis with her finger. "You sure are happy today!"

The touch caused a lightning bolt to shoot through his body, but Gloria made no indication that there would be any more of that. Instead she finished washing him from head to toe, before drying him off despite his protests that he could do that by himself. When she was done, she gave him a razor and some shaving cream, with the orders that everything below the ears had to go.

"All of it?"

"Sorry."

"Even my pubes"

"Especially your pubes!"

The heady fragrance of the room had caused his thoughts to become a little cloudy. But under his stepmother's watchful gaze, he began to shave off his wild bush of pubic hair that had become several shades darker by the water. It was definitely a weird moment in his life, but he told himself that this was probably normal in the world of artists, photographers, and models. They were all crazy. It came as a shock to him, however, when the woman demanded first he shave his legs, then the hair underneath his arms!

"What do you mean shave my legs?"

"Wait. You missed a spot, Stephen."

Grabbing the razor out of his head, she dropped to her knees so that the top of her head was perfectly level with his erect penis. This time though, Stephen didn't need to step forward with his weapon, as Gloria was already lifting it with one hand to apply more shaving cream around his swollen little balls.

He gave an involuntary moan and shudder.

She kept her hand on the underside of his pulsing phallus while she made a dozen more passes of the razor until it dulled. Getting a fresh razor from the pack, she went back to work, the whole time leaving Stephen on the verge of ecstasy as he stole glances in the bathroom mirror which showed Blair's beautiful mother kneeling before him and touching his dick.

It was so beautiful that he hadn't realized that she'd already completed one of his legs, leaving it as soft and smooth as a woman's. By now it was too late to object, and he began devising excuses to tell his wife when she came home and wanted to know what the hell happened. Gloria worked quietly and quickly, frequently brushing her hand against the small pink appendage which now had nowhere to hide since being denuded by one of her plastic pink razors. Stephen loved and hated what was happening, but was utterly powerless to stop it regardless. Looking straight down, he could see that her tits were encased in a white lacey bra that matched her dress. A little pre-cum had leaked from his slit, but Gloria seemed too professional to care.

Finishing his lower half, she applied several expensive oils and lotions which seemed to soften his skin on contact even more. After this she asked if he needed help with the armpits, and Stephen assured her that he was capable.

"Good. As soon as you're done, come into the bedroom. Wardrobe is next!"

"Wardrobe?" he gulped.

"The best part!"

Much to his chagrin, Gloria suddenly rose up to her feet again, her tits bouncing around in

her summer dress. He liked having her down there. Kneeling. Even if she wasn't sucking his dick, it was still nice to see her down there.

"Stop pouting," she demanded, already turning for the door. "You're going to love it, I promise!"

But Stephen wasn't sure that he was going to love wardrobe. For some reason, pictures of G-stringed fireman flitted through his head. Alone in the bathroom now, he turned and flexed for the mirror. Having no body hair now was weird, but he was starting to see why women would desire him.

"There's no way, no fucking way, that I'm putting that on my body!”

"But we've already come this far," purred his step-mother.

"I think you have the wrong idea about me," Stephen said.

"Come on, nobody is going to know."

Feeling truly exposed, he fumbled with Blair's robe, unconsciously trying to stretch the hemline down lower. "I'll know!"

She gestured for him to take another look. Spread out on his marital bed now was what looked like a lingerie set that husbands typically purchase for their wives on Valentine's Day. Stephen was still reeling from the stinging insult of step-mother's proposition. Wear female underwear while she took photos? No thank you. No fucking way.

When he had agreed earlier, she hadn't said a fucking word about dressing up like a woman! Standing there now, his body completely smooth, he was terrified to think of how easily he'd been duped into shaving off his body hair now. This had to stop. He should have never trusted a scheming bitch like Gloria.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. The cheerful, bantering mood from earlier had been replaced with hostile tension. “That's my final answer, Gloria."

"I'm sorry too." Her disappointment in his answer showed in the slight relaxing of her shoulders, but a small smile of gracious surrender alleviated some of the crackling hostility in the room. Then Gloria folded her arms with an exasperated sigh and stared out the window. "It's fine, I didn't realize how fragile your male ego is. I should have known."

"I'm not fragile," he said. "I just don't want to be humiliated."

"Humiliated?" She turned abruptly. "I've worn these kinds of clothes nearly my whole life, usually for men. So has your wife. And you think that we're humiliated by doing so?"

"No, that's not what I mean," he said, struggling to find a more logical way of expressing himself. Failing to do so, he said, "I guess..."

She softened. "What's the problem, sweetie?"

He kept groping for the right string of coherent thought. "It's more about being recognized." "Recognized?" She raised her eyes to is, forcing them to twinkle suggestively. "That's no

problem, silly, once I finish with the wig and makeup."

"Wig and makeup?" This was going way too far.

"You're over thinking this, silly. Have you ever acted before?"

"No. Yes. Once in high school, but I really sucked."

Gloria's eyes narrowed seductively. "Well just pretend that you're an actor and your new role

is that of a woman. Let's call her Stephanie, okay? So all you're doing is playing Stephanie, a sexy and confident young woman. Now does that sound so difficult? Can your fragile male ego handle such a tremendous struggle?"

The tone of her voice told him that she wasn't willing to drop the subject anytime soon. So with clenched teeth, Stephen agreed to give her twenty minutes, after which he would be changing back into his regular clothes no matter how hard she kept batting those pretty eyelashes at him. In return, Gloria responded appreciatively and set at once to the transformation of her stepson.

"Oh, I'm so excited!" She clapped her hands together. "This is going to be so much fun for both of us!"

"Blair can never know!"

"Of course not!"

The color drained from his face as he watched his step-mom come approach him with a lacy

satin garter belt. His wife's teal bathroom pooled around his feet and Gloria began to slip the belt over his hips, adjusting the garter straps to their proper locations. Blushing adorably, he wished she would hand him something to cover up the growing mass of his manhood which was becoming visible now. As if reading his thoughts, Gloria next handed him a pair of ruffled blue nylon panties, trimmed in lace and small satin blue bows.

She gave him a fun little wink. "I believe you already know how to put on a pair of sexy panties, little sweetheart."

Stephen shot his step-mom a quick, imploring look, but her response indicated no mercy would be granted.

"Here, I better help you with these too, sweetie." Gloria had him step into each leg hole before she slowly raised the cute panties up into position so that they were now snugly on his hips.

He felt relief at being able to cover his stark nakedness, but also irritation at her unnecessary teasing. Then he tugged on the extremely feminine panties, sensing their tight smoothness on his buttocks and groin. The soft fabric nuzzled his glans. Still hovering over him, Gloria took quite a

long time picking and smoothing the pretty panties which would have almost given her stepson a decidedly feminine V-shape if not for the tiny little bulge he was sporting in the front. Finally satisfied, she bestowed a lingering kiss on the lacy front panel. Stephen groaned audibly.

"Now, little sweetheart, we need to do something about those sexy legs of yours."

The humiliation continued. The bossy older woman came over with a pair of nylons and pushed him gently but firmly into a chair, rolling one stocking down and inserting the toe of his foot into it, temptingly drawing it up over his calf and thigh. He shivered as he experienced the wonderful sensation of slipping stockings up bare legs for the first time in his life. She fastened the front of the stocking, repeated the process with his other leg, then had him stand and bend forward slightly as she drew each up tightly, adjusted the seams and fastened the rear garter. By the time she had finished, a dark wet spot shone clearly through the thin material of the delicate panties.

"Well, sweetie! Look at you," she said, pretending to fuss with the garter tension and rubbing her hands up and down his legs supposedly getting the wrinkles out. "You must really be enjoying this, to get so big and hard for me!"

He blushed scarlet.

"Now do you want me to stop? I can stop. Or I can get you fitted for your first pair of tits." His lust overcame his reason and he struggled with his own feelings while staring at the

floor in shame.

Gloria came back with a baby blue satin corset with long garters. It had heavy boning and

didn't look to Stephen like it would be too comfortable. Dejectedly, he raised his arms above his head and allowed his step-mother to lace him into the corset. And once the hooks in the front were closed, the corset was very tight, and then as she laced up the back, it got much tighter until the pressure was intense and his breathing was shallow. Finally she seemed satisfied, and tied off the corset laces. Her hands lingered on his satin-encased rear for a moment. Then she stared at him long and hard, her face a mixture of puzzlement and amusement. "Wow. This is coming along better than I imagined. What do you think?"

By this point, Stephen was resigned to follow the woman's instructions blindly. On rubbery legs, he allowed himself to be led across the room to a full length mirror. When he looked in the mirror he saw that —just like that— he had gained a very narrow waist, a woman's wide hips, and a female's protruding ass. The clothing already made him look incredibly feminine, but it also severely restricted his movement. He could no longer bend at the waist, but would have to daintily bend at the knees to reach the floor. And when he tried to walk now, his hips naturally swung wide in the tight corset.

"Girl, you already have a better figure than me!"

He sighed, as it helped ease the queasiness in his stomach.

"Oh, Stephanie, you're not going to be very popular with the boys unless we fix your flat

chest."

From a box in the corner, she took out a small dark bottle and applied a liquid adhesive in

circles around his own nipples. Stephen felt the chill as the solvent evaporated and when it had become tacky, she carefully fastened a pair of remarkably lifelike silicone breast forms. Practically on cloud nine now, Gloria molded the breasts in place and then applied a flesh-toned foundation, blending it into his skin so that it magically concealed the point at which the latex met his own skin.

"You're doing fantastic! Exceeding all expectations, Stephanie!"

Finally her stepson was ready for his first bra, a blue underwire bra that she helped snap into place while standing behind him. Clearly enjoying every moment, she was smiling and cooing in his ears. The cups of the bra pushed the false breasts upwards slightly, and the slight constriction of the brassiere ensured it would not shift during the course of the day.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," she said, taking a step backwards to admire her handiwork so far. "How does it feel?"

It was beyond strange to look down and see a pair of life-like breasts jostling in front of him now instead of his normal flat bird chest. The weight of the fake tits pulled against his pectorals, and as he walked they jiggled provocatively. They had very prominent nipples. But the corset was like being in a steel cage. "I can barely breathe in this thing."

"You’ll get used to it.” Rolling her eyes, she took a few photographs with her phone without him noticing. "I'm sure you'll survive, Stephanie."

Stephen's spirits were falling, truly plummeting, a sentiment that was intensified by having to endure his step-mom's gratuitous comments about how adorable he looked in his "new outfit" and how much more she preferred Stephanie, to Stephen. Unable to stop herself, Gloria lavished what he thought were totally unnecessary compliments about everything from his wide "baby birthing hips" to his soft, feminine face, and big innocent doe eyes.

"So big and blue," she added, "you'll have the boys banging down the door!"

Hoping to add to his physical charms, she then started hauling out powders and pencils and makeup accessories —all the while explaining to her miserable stepson what she was doing: "Since Stephanie has thin lips, we are going to use a lip liner pencil to redefine her lips. That way she'll have those plump, sexy, kissable lips the guys go nuts over! Right Stephanie?"

His mumbled response was barely audible.

Then she began with a thin brown pencil telling him to keep his eyelids as still as possible as she traced a fine line beneath and just above each eye. Following that, she took a small sponge-like brush and brushed it over a cake of light blue and transferred the color to his closed eyelids in long, delicate strokes. She was very deft and worked quickly. Again he was bade to curb his fluttering eyelids as she withdrew a bristled wand from a tube and daubed sienna particles of mascara on his lashes, stroking synthetic length and body into them.

"I'm a genius. I'm an artist!"

After working the makeup into an integrated whole, including the long ceramic nails that now dangled off his fingers, Gloria came back with a wig and began fussing with it until she was totally satisfied. She had him step into a pair of 2-inch high heels before saying, "Okay, my pretty little thing. Are you ready to see your new look?"

He grunted to hide the conflict of emotions within him: despising the humiliation, yet strangely thrilled and stimulated to see his reflection in the mirror now. Just getting there, however, required the assistance of his step-mother since she insisted that he keep his high heels on. She kept a hand on the small of his back, coaching him along the way to take small mincing steps. "No, this way, walk like this. Heel, toe, heel, toe. Move your hips a little more. Shake that caboose! You're doing fantastic, my little sexpot."

Like a baby faun on wobbly legs, he finally made it to the mirror and nearly had a heart attack. His male face had completely disappeared under the magic of his step-mom's makeup and wig skills. She'd given him curly, almost platinum blonde hair, which tumbled down over his ears and onto his shoulders. The hair framed the feminine countenance that stared back at him now. His cheekbones were highlighted with a pretty pink blusher. His lips were outlined and shaped with a dark pencil, making them pursed into an "O" that was obviously designed to attract male attention. For a while he couldn't believe it, and just stood there with his high arched brows raised, above his sultry smoldering long lashed eyes. Was this real? How was this possible? Unbelievable!

"Okay Cinderella, if you can peel yourself away from the mirror," Gloria said in her teasing way. "Geesh, I think you get the picture. Can we just get started with the photos?"

Fuck, he'd forgotten about the photos!

Unable to get over his transformation now, Stephen found himself being led over to the bed now. While his dick had been rock hard a few moments ago, now that he was in front of a lens, anxiety and nerves caused his member to shrivel up in full retreat. Gloria saw this and praised him since she didn't want potential clients to know of her bait-n-switch stratagem.

"Can you tuck it between your legs?"

"What?"

"Women don't have penises."

He looked down and saw that there was just the hint of an outline in his panties now. "Oh." "Do you need the tape, sweetie?"

"No, I got it."

Time started to fly by. As if he was her personalized doll, Gloria moved him in all kinds of poses, chastising him when he either didn't do it exactly, right, or seemed distracted by the bizarre nature of what was happening in the room. Everything had a dreamlike quality now.

"Look at me, blow me a kiss, run your fingers through your curls, pucker your lips, shake your head," Gloria was telling him, reminding him of old movies where sleazy photographers snap lots of pictures of exploited models.

Luckily, Gloria's cell went off and Stephen was allowed a short break while she went out into the hallway. Suddenly alone, he found himself starting to mentally come to terms with what had happened so far: and it scared him, made him feel queasy in a way that he'd never experienced before. Looking for distractions, he found himself going through one of the boxes Gloria had brought into the room. Opening it, he saw what looked like another corset, white, simpler, and far less intimidating-looking than the prison he was currently trapped in.

"My wedding corset!" Gloria's voice rang out, causing her stepson to jump an inch off the floor.

Setting her phone back down, she explained, "What an absolute nightmare. I've only worn it once on my wedding day and I couldn't eat that day. When all the guests and families and even my husband were eating, I only managed to gulp in my cream soup. I cried joy tears when I took it off at the end of the day. But the corset made my body look so perfect in my wedding dress. Oh the cost of looking pretty, ha-ha!"

She gave him a look that clearly said, We're in this together... Then she snatched the material out of his hands and held it up to her front, looking down. "Think it will still fit after all these years? Let's see!"

Much to Stephen's astonishment and excitement, he watched his step-mother begin to shed her clothing, first clicking off her heels before pulling the straps of her sundress down and wiggling her fertile-looking body until the yellow and white fabric shimmied down to her bare feet.

Seeing his step-mother like she was, her breasts spilling out of the cups of her bra, her satin and lace garter belt framing the tiny triangle of her panties that barely covered the front of her pussy, made him freeze like a statue. And when she reached down to retrieve her dress from the floor, Stephen nearly fainted when he saw that her panties were a thong in the back, which highlighted her extremely feminine hip-to-waist ratio. Either through exercise, or genetics, or pure magic, Gloria's body was remarkably similar to her daughter's, making her look more like an older sister than a mother now.

Gloria turned back and immediately saw her stepson's tiny erection poking through the front of his feminine panties. Poor little thing. She giggled, but made no effort to cover herself up. "Just us girls now, huh?"

Stephen had never blushed so hard in his life.

Again he felt ill at ease under her mocking scrutiny, but that soon gave way to a far more pleasurable set of emotions as he watched his nearly nude step-mother fumble with the corset and make a preliminary investigation of her ability to fit inside it. The material would clearly stretch around her torso, which really was very similar in proportion to her daughter's, as Stephen could perfectly see now. But she seemed to have already grown bored and ready to resume her photography session. Stephen complied, although found it impossible to pay attention to anything she said now since he couldn't stop staring at her tits jutting forward in her white bra. His dick was rock hard, and although he lacked the inches to be exposed outside the front of his panties, he certainly didn't look like a regular girl now. Gloria wasn't happy.

"Do something about that. Stephanie! It's very noticeable to the camera, little sweetie."

"Do what? I can't help it," he whined, wanting to add that obviously she had to know that getting almost naked in front of him would have this exact effect.

She gave him an exasperated sigh and turned off the digital camera. "What am I going to do with you, sweetie? Just because it's small and cute doesn't mean it's invisible to cameras."

Small and cute? Is that what she thought of his big swinging dick? "Sorry."

With an exasperated sigh, she came over and put her arm around him, turned him so that they were both facing one of the smaller mirrors over the large set of drawers. In this position they could both see their own reflections together, from the waist up. In an almost motherly tone, Gloria asked, "So how do you feel? Are you ready for you close-up, Stephanie?"

"I feel like a fucking idiot," he muttered, though unable to tear his eyes away from the two beautiful women in the reflection. He threw his hands up in the air, which caused his new breasts to jostle around. "This is crazy."

"Terrible attitude. You need confidence, girl. It's like you just got a new sports car, but you don't know how to drive it."

He glared at his new hourglass figure in the mirror again, still not understanding how drastically his appearance had been altered within such a short amount of time. "Goddamnit."

She laughed, spanked his bubble ass and walked away as it continued to jiggle, just like a girl's rear. "Let me hear you say the words, Stephanie: I'm a sexy young woman, men women want to be me, men want to fuck me!"

He shuddered, furrowed his brow at her. "Never saying that shit."

After a few moments of back-and-forth between them, she came over again and whispered a chilling warning, "Say it, bitch, or I'll make you say it!"

"What?"

"You heard me, bitch."

There was another shudder, but before he had time to respond, he felt her soft hand reach for

the space between his legs. He stumbled back, horrified, and nearly teetering over on his heels.

But unlike last time, she didn't yank him violently until he wanted to throw up. Instead, she applied a much more delicate touch, a feminine touch, that left Stephen moaning with his eyes closed, biting his lip, which caused Gloria's evil smile to widen since it only enhanced his already ultra-feminine appearance.

"Oh, I see you like that when I play with your little pink friend. You naughty girl."

His eyes were still closed and his face was painfully red. "Sorry, I can't help it. That feels good, Gloria.”

"You like it when I play with you, Stephanie?" "Yes, I do, actually."

"You like posing for me?"

"Um, not really."

"Bullshit. Especially now that we've found something more suitable for you to wear," she said softly into his ears. "Don't the panties feel a million times better than any of those old scratchy boxers you got? Isn't this a far more pleasurable experience? Don't you want to continue what I'm doing? And maybe even give you a little more?"

"More?" he said breathlessly. This was uncharted territory. But he knew he wanted more. "Yes, please, more!"

"All you have to do is say the words."

"What words?"

She repeated them and continued. "It doesn't even have to be loud. You can whisper them if

it makes you that more comfortable. I'll be the only person to hear, just me and you, then we can continue..."

His breathing was ragged and his thinking was unclear, but he knew that it had been a long time since he'd ever been this excited, this willing to give it all in order to find his release. The physical world was starting to fall away. And now he was somewhere else, where everything was pleasure.

"Say the words, Stephanie."

He took a deep breath. Then to his ultimate shame, he opened his painted lips. The corset made his shallow breathing all the more difficult, but he finally managed to get the words out, spoken loud enough so that only his step-mother could claim them with her ears. Her wicked grin widened with the betrayal of each syllable. "Ah... I'm a sexy little woman. My name is Stephanie. Women are jealous of how sexy I look. Men want to fuck me because of my ass and tits."

With that he opened his eyes, like an apprentice wizard petrified over what sort of demon he'd just conjured up with a new spell. But all he saw now was an angel, Gloria, radiating unbelievable warmth and sex appeal as she studied the conflicting emotions on his face now.

"Good girl. Now was that so hard?"

Stephen blushed, too stunned by what he had just been forced to say. His eyes kept drifting down to the tiny triangle of lace-trimmed yellow satin that covered her sex. Each time he realized where he was looking he had to force himself to look up at his stepmother's smiling face.

"We both look pretty sexy now." Gloria seductively moved one of her hands up onto her breast on the same side, then she began to knead her firm mound with her fingers. Then she dragged a slow finger across the front of his panties, causing his little pink balls to twitch in shameful lust. "What's your name, little sweetie?"

"Stephanie, my name is Stephanie," he said automatically, the words already coming out easier than before.

"That's right, baby doll,” she said, pleased. "Do you realize how sexy you look right now?" He nodded, his blonde hair bouncing on his narrow shoulders.

"Do you think I'm sexy too?" Gloria asked.

He nodded more emphatically this time.

Once she saw that her helpless stepson was watching her she slowly moved her hand down over her ribcage, past her waist and onto her tummy. She traced her fingertips along the top edge of her garter belt, just to make sure his eyes followed along with her movements, then she slid her fingers down onto the tiny white triangle of her panties.

"Do you like your new look, Stephanie?"

"Y-yesss," he stammered.

With a truly evil grin she said, "Good thing there's no guys here right now. Or they'd probably be trying to fuck us because we're so sexy. Don't you agree, little sweetie?"

"Good thing," he chuckled nervously. "You're right."

Wanting to fuck her more than anything, he settled for allowing her to reach into his panties and pull out his pink, hairless prick. It had never been this hard before. He knew that for certain. Just having it in her hand, skin on skin now, felt like the most amazing thing in the world. Unable to meet her eyes, he stared away, practically looking over his delicate shoulder, while she expertly began to run her fingertip up and down his swollen shaft several times, before wrapping her firm grip around the base and giving him a few inquisitive tugs. Thinking that he was about to get the most amazing (and most perverted and fucked up) handjob of his life, Stephen was shocked when the woman dropped to her knees without warning.

"Oh that feels fantastic," he said in expectation of a glorious blowjob.

"Want me to put it in my mouth?"

"Yes please!" he said shrilly.

"For some reason," she observed, "I don't mind doing this when you're like this. When you're like this, Stephanie, I actually don't mind this at all."

"Thank you so much."

Over the years, Stephen had received blowjobs from three different women, including his wife. The other two were in college, one from a slightly overweight Sociology major who'd started stalking him during his junior year, and the other was from a very drunk friend-of-a-friend who agreed to suck his dick, but only if she could take a selfie with it in order to upset her current boyfriend. (Although he came almost immediately, and after a bunch of cursing, the girl made him pay for her taxi back to the dorms.) But compared to any of his previous experiences, there was nothing like having Gloria kneeling before him now, and stretching her mouth open like a hungry bitch-dog.

"That's right, open up, bitch," he thought to himself.

Gloria relished in how fucked up this was. With the front of his panties pulled to the side, she had full access to his tiny pink package now. This close to its unimpressive size, Gloria had to admit a certain amount of pity for her daughter —who must have been equally disappointed the first time she realized that toe-curling sex would be off the table. Now, Gloria, finally stuck out her tongue and licked a big dollop of precum from his pee slit.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled. "That feels so good."

She reached up and tenderly caressed his grape-sized balls, eliciting another sigh of elation from her horny little hairless stepson. She worked her tongue up and down his thin shaft, getting it good and wet before she easily overtook the entire length into her throat. She felt the little weenie throb and pulse on her tongue, in no danger of touching the back of her mouth. Looking up, a little bored, she saw her stepson with his eyes closed, and heaven was spread across his face.

"Wait a minute, I got a better idea," she said, spitting the baby dick out of her mouth and rising to her feet.

"What? No, please that was fucking incredible!" he whined. Gloria's throat felt like velvet.

"Keep your panties on, Stephanie. We're going to continue, but I want to try something, okay?"

"I guess."

A moment later she was standing next to him with a pair of handcuffs she'd pulled out of her supplies. Jesus, Stephen thought, this was one kinky bitch. But by then he was powerless to stop her —even as she pulled his arms behind him and slapped the cuffs on, locking them so that they were tight against his skin.

"Is this necessary Gloria?"

"You have the right to have your dick sucked by me," she replied, smiling wickedly once they were facing each other in the bedroom now. "You have the right to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Got it, baby doll?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, surprised by the turn of events, but liking it all the same.

"Good Stephanie. Now get that sexy little butt up on the bed."

He did so, awkwardly because of the handcuffs. His movements caused his prick and breasts to wobble at the same time, and Gloria helped him lay on his back, a pillow behind his head. With his blonde hair spread out from his new face of exaggerated lips, eyes, and cheekbones, he really did look like an angel on her wedding night. Hovering over him now, Gloria began playing with his prick again, moving it around like a joystick, but not putting it back in her mouth yet. His sense of frustration was starting to build up and he began to squirm in the handcuffs, laying on his back. After finally voicing his desire for her to suck him again, she flipped him around on his stomach and got off the bed, leaving him there to listen as she rummaged through her things again.

"Don't move," she said. "Don't move a muscle girl."

The next thing Stephen new, his stepmother was standing by the bed, her hands on her flared hips, inviting him to check out what she'd added to their little fun.

Shock and fear filled his veins, contorting the pretty features of his face.

It was a dildo, black and very big, with veins and a realistic-looking purple shaft. The rig was attached to a harness that wrapped around her waist before hooking under her legs. The implication of what this meant was not lost on Stephen and he began to let her know that he wanted no part of her new appendage.

"Come on, sweetie, I'll be gentle."

"Fucking no way!"

"Will you just suck it then?"

"I thought you were going to suck mine," he pleaded in stress. "You first, baby doll."

"Okay."

Standing next to the bed, Gloria began feeding him the tip of her fake cock, smiling down at him while he struggled to take it in his mouth. She made him gag several times, pretending that it was an accident, before finally growing bored and flipping him on his hands and knees. He knew that the handcuffs rendered him helpless. Just like that she was behind him, holding him by the hips.

"Sorry, but this ass looks too damn inviting for me to pass up," she laughed.

On his knees, he began to panic and thrash around on the bed, the sharp metal of the handcuffs cutting into his soft skin as he did his best to buck free from his stepmother now. He didn't want this. He was getting emotional. Part of his mind had detached and was already looking down on the bizarre scene being played out in the bedroom. It seemed impossible to imagine how he'd arrived in this situation, dressed this way, with any traces of his masculinity stripped away, and now his stepmother grabbing his hips, slapping his ass until it hurt badly, and telling him to calm the fuck down, or she was going to really give him a reason to be crying.

Sniffling up his tears, Stephen pleaded with the side of his face being pushed into the bed. "I don't want this, Gloria, please, I don't want to do this anymore."

He could feel her lay the fake phallus directly on his backside now, her hands moving to his hips and then sliding down until she was gripping the meatiest part of his exposed ass cheeks. Sounding like she was enjoying herself immensely, Gloria said, "Ah, my poor little princess is getting cold feet on our big night. That's okay, baby doll, I know you're scared, as all virgins are. And I'm going to take good care of you."

He waited another moment, trying to get his strength back up, before making another violent effort to shake loose of her hold on him. He told himself that as long as he could get to his feet, even with his hands still in the cuffs, he would be able work something out. This was taking things way too far. Enough was enough. All the blowjobs in the world weren't worth having another person penetrate him as if he really was a woman. Unfortunately, however, without much effort Gloria was able to subdue him again, this time placing her palm on his back and pushing him down into the bed, causing his ass to once again rise and spread out for her.

"Stephanie! You're starting to really annoy me with all these crocodile tears, girl. You need to relax. You need to realize that at this point it's not a question of whether or not I'm fucking your little sissy hole. By now it's a question of whether or not I'm going to fuck you and be nice and gentle. Or am I going to do it the other way, the not so gentle way, the way which might make it hard for your cute little tushy to walk for the next few days? If you have a preference, I'm all ears, baby doll."

Stephen sniffled some, then tried to exaggerate his tears as much as possible, hoping for a last minute reprieve. But he found none.

SLAP!

"Ouch! Fuck!" he grunted.

"Waiting for your answer, baby doll. You have about five seconds before I get this big cock in you..."

He could hear in her tone how serious she was, how unlikely she was to change her mind, so feeling like there was no other way, Stephen finally gave into another humiliation, just wanting this to be over. "Okay, okay, wait..."

"Yes, sexy?" she said, smiling.

"I want the first way," he said, "not hard please. Don't hurt me back there." "I would never hurt you. You're way too adorable!"

"I'm serious, Gloria," he said anxiously. "Can you use some lube?"

"Say please!"

Bewildered, he closed his pretty eyes and mustered the strength. "Would you please use some lube on me."

"Absolutely." She reached around and found his prick again, massaging it as it strained against the front of his panties. "So you'll try to relax?"

He clutched at the throat, then meekly gave what he knew she wanted to hear most of all.

"Yes, I'll try my best."

"Good girl, that's all I ask. Trust me, baby doll, it always hurts a little at first. But soon you'll literally be begging me to fuck you like this. You have my word."

She found some lube and coated it onto her first, before applying it to the virgin pink hole.

The feeling of something hard and spongy at his trembling little hole caused Stephen to draw in a quick, panicky breath. But Gloria, instead of just ramming it in, saw his petrified state, and took her time, coaching him to take several big, slow breaths and just try to relax his body as much as possible. Soon a part of her would be inside him, and they would both get to experience the mutual joy of their two, soft, writhing feminine bodies could bring to one another. As she said this, she ran her delicate fingers along the back of his neck, down the back of his corset which made his quivering pale ass seem all the more lovely and feminine for her now. "Okay, baby doll, you ready for me to be inside you?"

He gulped and nodded quietly into the bed, trying to relax while also clenching his teeth. Only his incredible horniness kept him from truly hating what was happening.

She petted him like a new puppy. “That’s it, there there.”

It might have been his imagination, but he could have sworn that he could hear his step-mother's voice get deeper now, almost like a man's voice, as she slowly lined up the tip of her jutting ebony phallus, and started to press against the tight pink ring of his hole.

"Oh baby, my sexy little baby, I can't wait to be inside you. I want to be inside you. It means the world to me that I'll be the first person to be inside this hot, tight, little hole. I can't wait until I'm able to fuck this phat little ass so hard you cum in your panties for me. I want you to scream my name, tell me your pussy belongs to me."

Of the small percentage of words that he could actually hear now, none of them made him feel any better. Mostly he was focused on the wild fire that seemed to have taken over his lower half. She was living up to her word by going slow, but it still was like no pain he could ever remember. As he grunted and winced, feeling her just starting to get the full mushroom inside, he wondered how in the hell other men and women were able to do this. It seemed impossible and he wanted to cry, but was afraid that doing so would only irritate his step-mother and cause her to lose her patience with him.

"There we go, baby doll, there we fucking go," Gloria said, admiring the sight of her fake cock now firmly lodged in her stepson's fresh hole. "I've always wanted to try this. To see what being the man was like. Thank you, Stephanie. You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you, baby doll."

Thinking he would black out from the pain, he could feel her behind him, hands on his hips, pulling back a little until the tip was almost out, before gently but firmly pushing her way back inside the deepest part of his body, filling him up in ways he'd never thought possible. This process went on, but for how long it was hard to say because three seconds felt like an eternity now. Until finally, with the deafening shriek of a woman who just spotted the world's best shoe sale, Stephen heard his step-mother proclaim, "I'm in, I'm in Stephanie, all the way now! You're taking all my cock! You did it!"

Finding it hard to match her sense of jubilation, Stephen was at least relieved to find that the wild fires were still present in his body, but there was a noticeable diminishing of their size and intensity. Gloria was still being working her attached cock with blessed restraint and he blocked out pain by focusing on her soft voice praising him from above.

"There we go, just like that sexy, back and forth, back and forth. Are you sure you've never been the girl before? You're doing so good! Look how lovely those plump cheeks look smacking against me now. You're a natural, baby doll. Nobody can tell me that you weren't put on this earth to be fucked by some big cocks."

Amidst several more uncomfortable grunts, Stephen was granted a truly needed relief when he felt his stepmother reach around and rub this hard prick through the flimsy fabric of his panties again. At that exact moment it was just enough physical pleasure to tip the scales away from pain and into a sense of bodily excitement. And he relaxed further, which led to his ability to take her cock even better, easier, and smoother with less friction.

She was holding him by the hips, her big powerful female ass muscles flexing and relaxing as she pumped him with her cock. "Oh, you like that Stephanie?"

"Yea...ssssss."

Then she would give his jiggly ass cheeks a few pumps, then stop to tease his little dick without allowing him to come close to cumming yet. "Sorry, my little sweetie, but if I let you cum now it would only be more difficult for you afterwards. This is better. You're my first piece of ass and I want to enjoy this for a while."

She began to pick up speed, slamming into him harder, and harder, forcing out high-pitched squeals from her stepson that sounded like a virgin on prom night. But the squeals and grunts were changing in nature, not sounding as plaintive and pain-ridden as before. Instead, a wonderful warmness was starting to replace the fires from before. It was beyond words, but Gloria was taking him to a place he never imagined possible, a place where his sexual pleasures were being magnified significantly from anything he'd ever experienced before as a man.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," he started grunting lowly, sounding like a barn animal being mated.

Sensing his acquiescence to her will, Gloria began fucking him as hard as her wide female hips could possibly thrust. This made her own, phat, white, heart-shaped ass wobble crazily each time she slammed into her new feminized creation. "Who owns this pussy? You like this, don’t you, bitch? Who's fucking this little pink pussy now?"

"You are, Gloria! This —pussy —is —YOURS." He was in a place that he'd never visited before. He could feel his new breasts wobbling around beneath him, pulling on his nipples, but in no danger of coming off as she pounded him from behind. It was a scary place to be, but he didn't want to leave yet.

"Good bitch." With a cruel smirk, she rewarded him with a slap to his rump so hard that each pale cheek was now emblazoned with red outlines of her dominant hand. It was so perverted and so exquisite, like a narcotic she had always wanted to try. She noticed even his voice had started to change, perhaps, unconsciously, sounding more and more like an actual woman. Again, Gloria took pride in this. It was at testament to her life force, her ability to change others who wandered into her environment. "What's your name?"

He gritted his teeth and gripped the sheets. “STEPHANIE!”

Gloria had never felt like this before. It was incredible: the power and feeling of total control that surged through her each time she thrust her pelvis forward. The entire experience was educational to the older woman. Now she truly understood what was meant when men said that a woman couldn't FUCK, that she could only BE FUCKED.

She watched —with eyes that were twice their normal size— as her feminized stepson moaned like a cheap whore every time she sank her thick cock into his sissy hole. Knowing that she was the one controlling how he would take her cock, combined with the friction it was exerting against her swollen clit, was causing a powerful orgasm to build up in her body.

She waited until she was on the cusp and then finally reached around her stepson's trim-but-soft waist, found his aching pink package, and then wrapped her fingers around it completely. It was like part of him had failed to grow past the age of six. She gave the stunted appendage a few jerks, fondled the tight balls, then jerked it some more.

They moaned together, two bodies becoming one.

Just as her own powerful orgasm hit she heard him let out a harsh moan as he shot his load into the bed sheets. Right away she could feel it begin to shrivel in her fingers. Gloria's eyes were rolled back in her head and she gave a few more mechanical thrusts until finally releasing his spent tool and collapsing on his back, where they both spent several moments trying to their breaths back down to normal.

"Want your cuffs off now, baby doll?"

"Yes, please." He definitely sounded like a girl now.

Gloria hopped off the bed and searched for the key. "When does my daughter return?"

"Not until Sunday. Night. Why, do you want to stay over?" he asked, sounding a little needy. "Do you want me to stay over?" she said fitting the key into his cuffs and finally releasing him.

Once he had his hands free again, he began rubbing his wrists. For a second it occurred to

Gloria that he might be angry with her, considering the fact that she had taken certain liberties. Clearly by now he had to know that she'd played him like a piano, using her feminine charms to mold him into exactly what she wanted. But as soon as he looked up she saw in his eyes that it was not anger, but tiredness, and confusion, and pleasure, that he was feeling. His makeup needed some touching up too, but it was hard to imagine that underneath that wig and paint, there lurked a male identity.

"Sure, but I need a nap. Can you take this damn corset off?"

"Sure," Gloria said, grabbing the lights after she'd removed the device from his body. Possibly from the fatigue, he seemed content to keep everything else on. And she happily noted that even without the corset his body retained much of its feminine appearance. Next came off her harness. (She looked down at her well-used cock. She was reluctant to remove it from her body. But her cock would need to be cleaned before next use. Because she definitely intended to use it again.) Then she hopped back into the bed, where she took the position of big spoon, to her stepson's tired little spoon. With the camera still positioned on the tripod, anyone walking into the room at that moment would have thought that a couple of lesbians had just made an adult flick.

"Did I hurt you, baby?"

"A little, at first. I don’t care. It's fine, Gloria." "Sweet dreams, Stephanie."

He felt her wrap a warm, soft, protective arm around his narrow shoulders as he wiggled his smarting tushy into her groin. "You too Gloria."

During the next couple of months, a wonderful thing happened.

The married couple was no longer fighting. Stephen wasn't sure what had changed, but Blair no longer seemed to bug him about finding a job, or getting back on his feet. Besides, she was working more than ever now at the office. Late hours and weekly business trips were the new norm.

In return, Stephen made more of an effort to help around the house. He even went so far as to take a few cooking classes at the community college. And thanks to online tutorials, he also learned to iron clothes, properly clean a room, and do small sewing jobs when they popped up. This impressed Blair. She started to praise him each time he tried a new recipe or had her work clothes ready in the morning. It seemed that the rocky times of their marriage had passed. And that now, despite not being the conventional domestic set-up, the couple had entered a new phase of their lives together: Career Woman and House Husband.

It was only temporary, of course. Stephen knew this. One day they'd look back and enjoy a nice laugh about everything.

Stephen was now going to Gloria's house every week. That was another change. He was still doing the modeling thing for his step-mother. No way he was going to risk his wife coming home one day early and finding him prancing around the house in whatever set of trashy lingerie Gloria had fitted him with. Because it definitely seemed that Gloria had lost all interest in Stephen. Even when they were photographing together, she encouraged "Stephanie" to "come out and play." Apparently Stephen wasn't allowed to put a finger on his step-mother. But Stephanie, on the other hand, would get all the attention she craved.

"And where are these going again?" he asked one day, as the two semi-naked bodies lay in the deepening shadows of her bedroom.

"What's that, little sweetie?"

"The photos you're taking of me. Well, of Stephanie."

They were still in bed together. The couple was exhausted and dehydrated —but made no efforts to get up from Gloria's rumpled sheets. Instead they lay there, embracing, whispering, interlacing their fingers after another long and frenzied session that began when Gloria handed her feminized stepson a gift-wrapped box. Opening it, he had found an expensive baby doll nightie and matching frenchcut panties that made him look so adorable that Gloria couldn't help herself, bending him over the couch with her strap-on, then cumming several times as 'Stephanie' feverishly lapped her box in the 69-position.

"It depends on Stephanie," she told him. "I have different clients. Calendars, online mags, sometimes commissions from individuals."

"Oh."

"Are you worried about being recognized?"

He grew quiet. He definitely wasn't too concerned about being recognized from his lingerie

photos – since he could barely recognize himself in the photos. No, what Stephen found uncomfortable was the thought that most likely there were guys out there pleasuring themselves to his photos. Masturbating to him? It felt so weird. Stephen and Gloria had never discussed this openly. But it still bothered him.

Presently, wrapped in the privacy of Gloria's bedroom, their pillow talk continued.

Changing the subject, Gloria said, "Stephanie, do you mind letting me shave your eyebrows off?"

"Why?"

"Because I really want to."

"No, why would you want to even do that?"

The older woman seemed genuinely surprised by the question. "Oh, well, because then I can just draw them back on your face, which would totally give you a more feminine appearance. The things us girls do for beauty, am I right, Stephanie?"

Stephen/Stephanie wasn't sure what to think. But it sure was peculiar how quickly things had changed, how little time it took him to grow more accustomed to his new role alongside Blair's mother, how weirdly it was that he didn't even flinch whenever she addressed him by his feminine name. Still, there were limits. "I told you, Gloria, nothing permanent."

She persisted. "We'll make up a good excuse for my daughter."

"No," he said. "After all, I'm not sure how long I can keep this up. A few weeks from now, who knows, I may be back at work and pulling in the big bucks again."

Gloria turned her head so that he couldn't see her smile.

There was a long pause.

Then Gloria raised her voice to ask, "So have you considered what we were talking about the other night?"

"You mean telling Blair about Stephanie? Yeah, I don't know about that."

"I'm sure my daughter would be okay with it."

"You think? You know Blair, she's not exactly as open-minded as you are, Gloria." "Stephanie, all I'm saying is that I just want you to be happy. You are one of my favorite people now, I think. So sexy and fun and cute, really brings the bull dyke out of me too. Something about making you squeal with my cock."

Stephanie shut her eyes with a twitch of shame. It was always different when Gloria actually talked about it.

The older woman continued. "I too am finding out about new sides of my personality." "Glad I could help," Stephanie said sarcastically.

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine!"

In the following silence, Gloria turned her stepdaughter around. Stephanie's troubled little face was pulled into Gloria's exposed breasts. The bedroom reeked of sex. It smelled like an orgy had just ended. Now it was completely dark outside and Gloria's face wrinkled with a troubling thought of her own. Like most things, she was already starting to get bored with this new arrangement. Her whole life she'd been an addict to experimentation and novelty. But at her core Gloria was a straight woman who could only be satisfied by a man. She would always be grateful for what Stephen/Stephanie had given her, that is, a chance to try out a completely different kind of relationship in the bedroom. But at the same time, Gloria was wise enough to realize that Stephanie was like a form of junk food: enjoyable in the moment, but ultimately lacking in any real nutrients. Now the older woman wondered how long she'd be able to continue before growing completely bored with Stephanie. Days? Weeks? A few months? Then what? Tell her daughter and see where the pieces land? That was a strong possibility as Gloria lacked the constitution for hiding Big Lies with her daughter. Also she knew that Stephanie sometimes talked about returning to his male self, but by now that seemed like an impossibility. Blair needed to know about this. If anything, Gloria was doing a favor for her daughter by showing her the real person she'd really chosen to marry.

While mulling over the endless possibilities, many of them not great, Gloria felt Stephanie latch onto one of her nipples, keeping it there until her stepdaughter lapsed into a turbulent dreamscape of sissy dreams.

A few weeks later, with Blair on the other side of the country, Gloria and her stepdaughter were in the bathroom together as the final stages of preparation were completed. While Stephanie focused on the tingling stricture of the nylons against her smooth legs, Gloria proceeded to fuss over her sexy lingerie model, applying the eyeshadow, mascara, liner, and blush.

"By the way," Stephen asked, trying to hold still for Gloria's lip liner and lipstick, "when is she arriving today?"

"Who?"

He was trying to not show his excitement. "Didn't you say that Brittany was coming!" "Brittany?" Gloria laughed, failing to keep a straight face while she worked her magic.

"Hold still, girl!"

"Seriously," he said a moment later, placing both hands on his hips in that new feminine gesture of his. "You already said that today wouldn't be a solo shoot. I remember." Feigning ignorance, she said, "Did I really?"

A shiver of excitement feathered up Stephen's spine as he thought about modeling with

Brittany again. Last month Gloria had completely shocked him with the bombshell that he'd be modeling with another female! After some initial reluctance (which is putting it mildly) he was finally coaxed into getting in front of the camera with a young college girl name Brittany, who sometimes modeled, sometimes worked at Hooters, to help pay the bills while she finished her teaching degree at the local university.

Gloria shot the two "girls" in x-rated Angel/Devil outfits, before having them both change into identical school girl outfits, and identical wigs, so that they could have passed for actual twins.

During the shoot, however, Stephen couldn't help but to get a little "too excited" and was mortified when Brittany was looking down as his "little pink friend" was poking the front of his white satin panties. Then Gloria announced a 5 minute break, before taking her stepdaughter into the bathroom, where she touched up his makeup and briskly 'milked' so that all those 'nasty male toxins' were gone from his otherwise beautiful body, making him "presentable" once again.

Looking at the clock now, Stephen whined, "Is she, or is she not, coming today?"

The older woman glanced down at her stepson and what she saw nearly melted her heart. Stephanie looked like the perfect little fuck doll. She'd been dressed in a turquoise and black corset with ruffles at the end, turquoise g-string, a black garter belt that had the word 'slut' as the garter hooks, turquoise and black horizontal striped thigh highs, with black 5" stilettos, black silk gloves, and a long blonde wig which Gloria had styled into pigtails. For Gloria, the colors really complimented Stephanie's lighter complexion. But more importantly. The outfit DEMANDED to be ripped off her young and supple body.

Unable to let it go, Stephanie was still waiting for her answer, but instead of answering, Gloria asked for the eyelash curler.

Now as Stephen turned around, he heard a wolf whistle come from his stepmother. "Damn, Stephanie. Have you been doing those exercises I told you to try?"

He blushed deeply. Gloria had suggested that he start going to the gym and focusing on a routine that included lots of cardio, squats, and other glute-building exercises in order to give him a more attractive figure. Although Stephen had always hated going to the gym, he wanted to impress her, and found that he liked the feeling when he was done. He hardly felt depressed these days. Even though his pants were fitting differently now that he had a noticeably narrower waist and much rounder backside from all the butt and thigh exercises. "I'm trying to," he said modestly.

"Well whatever you're doing, keep it up. It's working! I know girls who would KILL for the BUBBLE BUTT you already have."

Without thinking, Stephen placed his hands underneath the cups of his bra, adjusting the straps in the mirror. No longer did his cleavage feel unnatural when he looked down and saw it jutting out in front of him. If anything, the reverse was true whenever he returned home to be with his wife. "Not sure if that's a good thing, but thanks anyway Gloria."

"You go girl!" she said, watching him primp in the mirror, then reaching over and giving him some sisterly swats on his round wobbly backside. "Shake what your mamma gave you, girl!"

Stephen was about to register a complaint but was stopped when she heard the doorbell. Brittany! He watched his step-mother gracefully whirl away from him and glide out of the bathroom. The doorbell impatiently rang a second, and third time. Hesitating, he gnawed at his lower lip while he weighed his options, deciding that he would wait a moment to make his grand entrance for Brittany. After all, she'd already seen him in such risqué clothing. That was no big deal. And he wanted to impress her again. It helped that his self-confidence had been steadily increasing the more accustomed he was to living as Stephanie now.

Shoulders thrown back, his heels started clicking against the hardwood floors of Gloria's lengthy hallway that led to the rest of the house. After much practice, he'd started to become nimble at daintily swaying an ankle while balanced on the other foot, girlishly positioning his hands on his hips. Gloria had told him that he was a natural. He was still sashaying into the living room, gracefully and smoothly and confidently, when he stopped in utter shock.

His heart lurched.

His face went white.

And his mind was thrown into chaos.

Gloria was standing next to another person, but it wasn't Brittany.

The man was tall and black, wearing jeans and a taut T-shirt that was stretched over his athletic torso.

"Stephanie, I hope you're not pretending to be shy so that we'll give you more attention,"

Gloria snapped, making her eyes big. "Where are your manners, girl? Come over here because I'd like for you to meet Reggie. He's a model like you. Actually, Reggie is a local fireman, but he models part-time."

In cartoons, the character's eyes swell up to enormous size and the eyeballs pop out of their heads when they are excited by the presence of a female. And this was exactly the reaction of the black man when he saw the provocatively dressed 'white woman' with blonde pigtails dangling off her cheerleader-cute face.

"Reggie is a professional so get over here Stephanie!" Gloria admonished her embarrassed stepdaughter.

Because Reggie’s eyes were taking a long, appraising tour with evident appreciation for everything he saw, Stephen found himself painfully blushing. His legs felt like Jell-O. His mind was slightly detached from his body. And as he reluctantly took his first few steps towards the pair, he wondered if it was too late to turn around and flee. Although he'd lost that flirty strut from earlier, Heaven knows what gave him the strength to walk over to the pair.

Reggie’s gaze was now on Stephanie's perfect breasts, and hourglass shape, womanly thighs, and the small triangle of silky material between her thighs. "You were right about her, Gloria."

From the floor, Stephen slowly lifted his eyes and found the larger black man smiling at him, which intensified his pathetic blushing even more.

The man took the female model's dainty hand into his own, engulfing the ivory fingers with his much bigger ebony ones. "Pleasure to meet you. Been looking forward to this."

Stephen found it impossible to make eye contact now as he gave a polite shrug of his delicate shoulders. Having another man look at him while he was dressed like this was undoubtedly the most soul destroying moment in his life. "Thank you, sorry."

A few feet away, Gloria was watching this all happen with the bemused smugness of a well-fed feline. "Okay you two, we're all professionals, and we don't have all day! Let's get this little show on the road!"

After kicking off his heavy boots, Reggie shed his T-shirt, revealing a sculpted upper body that any man in the world would have loved to have. Then he placed his dark hands in front of his pants and slowly unbuttoned them. He couldn't help but to glance at Stephanie, who was unfortunately looking away just now. Reggie slid down the zipper and started to peel his tight jeans down his thighs. Seeing her stepson's reaction to this, Gloria almost couldn't hold back her beaming smile, but held her composure, for the most part. Then Reggie pulled his jeans all the way down to his ankles and stepped one leg out, then the other. He tossed the jeans on the back of a chair. He was a wearing pair of white Terrance Kline briefs that could have been spray painted on him. His skin wasn't just black, it was very black, almost wet-looking. The contrast of the white briefs enhanced the visual of Reggie’s incredible bulge. It looked like a long, fat serpent, dangerously coiled inside the briefs —just waiting to strike at the first sign of prey. The man was very fit with muscles all over, from his thick neck, to chiseled upper body, powerful legs, and pair of well-toned glutes that suggested his rocket ship would always have plenty of thrusters.

Following introductions, they went into the living room. Gloria had already set up a posing stage which was surrounded with a bunch of fancy equipment. Now the clicks of Stephen's high heels made him feel like an idiot. His proudly jutting breasts also jiggled enticingly the same way that Reggie’s manly package jostled with each step. With the man behind him now, Stephen could feel a pair of eyes glued to his wobbly derrière.

"Welcome to my studio," Gloria said. "I've already shot both of you before so I believe you know the drill. We'll be doing most of the photos here today."

"Sounds great," Reggie said in his deep voice, rubbing his hands together.

Stephen started to feel his heart beat faster as he climbed up on the small stage. The fact that he'd gotten to this point of his life seemed unfathomable. Gloria was doing a last minute equipment check. As they got into position on stage, Stephen caught a glimpse in a wall mirror that showed Reggie subtly checking Stephanie's junk again. Judging from the look on the black man's face too, he seemed to be very much enjoying what he saw. Stephen shivered uncontrollably.

While Gloria walked around with the light meter, Reggie leaned down and whispered, "You have very pretty, perfect, smooth skin. You're so pretty. I can see why you're a model."

"Thank-s," Stephen blushed.

"Stephanie, I really like that name. Very sexy."

Stephen glanced at his stepmom for protection, but found none. "I like Reggie."

The man adjusted the front of his crotch. "I plan to make sure you do."

Without wasting any more time, Gloria took various risqué pictures of the interracial couple together. Even with her 5" heels on, Reggie seemed to tower over his diminutive modeling partner. There were pictures of them holding hands, pictures of them making muscles, pictures of them about to kiss, and pictures of Stephanie riding on top of Reggie’s bulky shoulders. All pretty tame stuff, Stephen thought with relief.

But then Gloria wanted her stepson to drop to his knees and cling to one of the black legs while Reggie flexed his massive arms above her.

"Wait, seriously?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding, Stephanie?” No, she didn’t. “Get on your knees."

Emotionally, this was a very difficult moment in Stephen's life. Full of visible apprehension, he sunk down to the floor and wrapped one of his skinny white arms around Reggie’s horse-like legs. Gloria also wanted Stephen's head to be resting against Reggie’s leg also, so that 'her' blonde hair was framing her face, lips pursed, while seductively staring at the camera. This was the shot Gloria was looking for. Stephen complied with much hesitation. The issue, for him, however, was that now his face was a few precarious inches away from the massive lump in Reggie’s briefs. There was even a slight musky odor that Stephen couldn't get away from while submissively attaching himself to the man's leg. He tried to look sexy for Gloria's camera, but the fear and uncertainty was plastered across his face.

"Up here! Hello! At me!" Gloria said, snapping her fingers impatiently. "And Stephanie, maybe stop acting like this is the first time you've seen a man's genitalia. I promise you that Reggie’s package isn't going to bite you!"

Hearing that hearty chuckle from above, Stephen went several shades redder, until he could only hear the blood pounding in his ears. "Sorry, I didn't realize that I was..."

"We know!" Gloria said, eliciting another unwelcomed chuckle from Reggie.

During the next break, Reggie and 'Stephanie' found robes and sipped from water bottles in Gloria's kitchen. The whole time Reggie maintained a slight air of professionalism, mostly exchanging conversation with Gloria. But once break was over it was back to work. Stephanie's struggles continued.

First Gloria told the black man to lift up his "little white girlfriend." Stephanie nearly died of embarrassment at the words. But it didn't matter. Soon she was being grabbed and her high heels left the ground. The pose allowed for Reggie to openly paw her meaty ivory buttocks, which seemed to fit perfectly in his big strong hands. Next Stephanie was ordered to lock her heels around his heavily muscled ebony back and cling to his extra-thick bull-neck.

"Perfect! Hold that, perfect, you two!"

Based on the look of helpless despair which spread across Stephanie's pretty face, the erotically charged pose was almost more than she could take. She knew that the pose was intended to make it look like she was about to get fucked, with Reggie fucking her while standing up. She hated it. She hated having a man's hands on her ass. And she especially hated having her feet off the ground because it made her feel all the more dainty and powerless and susceptible to his dominant will. It was the most emasculated she'd ever felt before —and she'd been fucked in the ass by her step-mother. While Gloria continued snapping photos of the humiliating scenario, Stephanie thought about how it was so much better when she was taking photos alone, or with Brittany.

"Bite your lip, Stephanie. Show me the passion in those beautiful big eyes," Gloria directed. "Reggie just tell me if your arms are tired."

"She's light as a feather," he laughed. "I could hold her all day."

Gloria had them do a 180 so that she could get Reggie’s back first, then Stephanie's back and long blonde hair. "How about you, Stephanie? You okay up there?"

She was about to answer when she felt —him. As soon as it made contact, with one of her cheeks, she knew exactly what it was too. A shiver of absolute disgust ran through her body. Reggie was starting to get hard!

"Ok, you can set her down now."

"You sure?"

"Yes Reggie, thank you very much."

Gloria must have not seen his erection because next she had Stephanie pose in front of

Reggie while both of them did a double bicep pose to show off the contrast of size and color. To her horror, Stephanie felt it again, the man's cock was now snuggling in the deep cleft of her cheeks. The other thing separating them down below was the flimsiest of materials. To make matters worse, she felt the cock start to twitch against her skin, probably from the contact with something so soft and satiny as the white derrière it was in contact with now.

"Stephanie, can we work on that expression?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, little sweetie, you're supposed to be enjoying this. Like it's a good thing."

"I'm trying, sorry."

Gloria sucked her teeth at her feminized stepson. "Just remember that you're not shooting a ransom video with someone pointing a gun at your head."

A gun to Stephanie's head would have been preferable because what was pointed at her now was much worse. Already dying from embarrassment, she wanted to truly perish when she felt the cock begin to lengthen while nestled against her curvy white rump.

"Okay Stephanie," said her stepmother now, annoyed, straightening from the camera. "What is it now? What's wrong?"

Unsure of how to respond, Stephanie took a few steps to the side so that Gloria could see for herself. Reggie’s enormous cock was now sticking several inches out of his briefs. No longer just an outline, it had filled with angry and lustful blood. The big ugly-looking purple head was on clear display for both ladies. Far from embarrassed, however, the man merely shrugged it off as something unimportant.

"He's right," Gloria agreed. "We're all professionals here. It's completely natural. Happens to most guys, Stephanie."

"I could take them off, if that's better?" Reggie suggested in a nonchalant manner. "As long as you're comfortable doing so," Gloria counseled.

Hearing this, Stephanie's eyes widened with legitimate shock, but there was nothing for her to do about it, so a moment later she felt Reggie’s nude body pressed against her from behind. This time he was gripping her tapered waist with added pressure, as if letting her know that she was already claimed. Resistance was futile.

"Great you two. You look perfect together," Gloria called from behind her camera. "Now Stephanie, you need to bend over and grab your ankles and look up at me."

"Wait, what?" No way. She didn’t actually mean that. Stephanie looked imploringly at the older woman behind the camera now.

"Your ankles, little sweetie. You need to grab them for me," Gloria said, then directing her attention at the statuesque figure of the nude black man. "Can you help her, Reggie?"

Unable to resist, Stephanie felt the man roughly push down on her upper back, just below her neck, causing her to bend at the waist so that her blonde hair fell into her face. Gravity pulled on her tits, which held firm to her body as if they were completely natural now. Forced into this precarious pose, her slender calves were trembling as they fought for balance in the high heels and she felt the man latch onto her flared hips —just before she could tumble forward. He held her like that, drawing her exposed buttocks back into his groin, so that her face reddened with alarm again as she felt the enormous meaty phallus press into her from behind.

"Ankles, dear!"

"I'm trying! Trust me!"

"Arch your back too."

Defeated, she reached for both of her ankles. From behind she felt Reggie press harder so that she was forced to painfully arch her back, causing the globes of her fleshy buttocks to spread much wider than her hips. Gloria gave a shriek of excitement before urging both of her models to look "deeply" into the camera. Stephanie turned her head and tried to be a professional—which meant blocking out the bedlam of emotions in her mind as she felt Reggie start to gently rock her back and forth in a small simulation of fucking.

His cock felt tremendously hot now that it was bouncing against Stephanie's ass. Then things went from bad to worse when Stephanie realized that one of Reggie’s fingers had managed to disappear into the space between her thighs. With one hand kept on her waist for balance and support, another hand found its way to her secret pink treasure. Despite the intense sense of degradation she felt, the man's touch on her silk-encased organ caused her sex to stir with a fiery life of its own. He was molesting her! The fact that the man didn't ask permission to touch her down there was an indignity beyond words, but at the moment all Stephanie could do was try and maintain composure, mentally and physically, while Gloria photographed their simulated fucking.

"Stephanie, dear, why is your face so red? You're as red as a fire truck!"

"Sorry, I'm trying my best."

"Try harder," Gloria said, although her tone didn't suggest she was upset. "You two look so hot together. I should have paired you up long before!"

Stephanie's cheeks were now the color of fresh apples as she felt the gigantic fingers firmly pressing against the soft fabric of her panties. Both her twig and berries were being assaulted with pressure from the man. Humiliation, frustration, and shameful lust all swept through her mind like a storm growing in size.

While they went through another set of erotic poses together, the man grew more bold. He began to casually rub and caress the tented panties as casually as if he was touching one of her dainty shoulders. With a sense of disgust and self-loathing, Stephanie allowed it to happen, however, reminding herself that they were just like two actors on a stage. Not real life. It was a lie she could almost start believing. It was a lie she had to believe.

"What's wrong now?" Gloria asked, halting her work again after her stepson's face had become distorted with distress. Again.

"I don't... like," the feminized creature muttered in a small voice, "being touched... down there."

"Okay, but can you tuck it between your legs so that we can continue?"

"Sure." But when Stephanie reached for her molested organ, she found that it was too excited to allow for her to keep it from tenting the front of her panties now. The irony of being so turned on now, versus all the times she'd failed to "rise to the occasion" with Blair, was not lost on her as she began to lose faith in her ability to "hide" her magic button. The soft silk that covered her body increased her sense of sensuality and arousal, making the matter all the more difficult. Behind her, Reggie stood waiting and watching, pleased, as she futily fumbled with her panties.

"Dear," Gloria finally said with a note of condescension, "I thought you said that you didn't like being touched down there? Clearly that isn't the case."

"Here," Reggie jumped in, "maybe I can help."

With a yelp of girlish surprise, Stephanie felt the man reach around — and then completely cup — the delta of silk between her legs. She looked down, saw the black hand which looked enormous lying against the expensive set of panties. The direct contact caused a jolt of electricity to shoot through her body and suddenly her brain was being overloaded with wild impulses as Reggie massaged her achy pink organ through her underwear. Stephanie's natural instinct was to clamp her knees together and try to pull the big black hands away from her sensitive parts. But there seemed to be a disconnection between her brain and body. Meanwhile, Reggie’s expert fingers continued trespassing until her entire hourglass-shaped body stiffened on the stage, and she felt herself losing absolute control. It was over in a matter of seconds, Reggie having just rubbed the tented silk long enough to get Stephanie's tiny balls to drizzle out their contents.

"Stephanie Winslow!" Gloria shouted. "You just ruined your panties! Look at you! You are a mess, girl! I can't shoot you in those now!"

As soon as her itty-bitty orgasm was over, Stephanie seemed to snap back into reality. With a little tremor in her tummy, she reached down to cover the evidence of her wanton animal pleasure. She felt terrible. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Another man had made her cum! And, he’d done it so easily! As if... as if... as if he was fingering a woman! So puzzled by her body's ultimate betrayal, Stephanie tried to mask her embarrassment with some nervous squeals of laughter, only to feel the heat of her shame intensify several fold.

"It wasn't my fault!" Stephanie said in a weak voice.

"Who's fault was it?" her step-mother countered.

Stephanie didn't say anything, but she waited for her step-mother to notice the black man standing behind her now.

"Just trying to help," Reggie offered, sounding neither sorry, nor concerned for causing his modeling partner to soil herself like that.

"You two need to get a room," Gloria grumbled, eyes rolled, reaching for a new lens to try.

It was only then that Stephanie realized the man had used her moment of anxiety and confusion as an opportunity to press his much bigger organ (having also swelled up, although much bigger and hotter now) into her changing feminine posterior.

Her whole body froze.

Closing her eyes, she felt how the ebony dong was now lodged between the milky white crevasse that had been deepened with her latest butt-building routines at the gym. She could feel the hot iron shaft slowly and deliberately slide up and down, throbbing against the friction of her buttocks. For the moment, the only thing separating Stephanie's little pink hole from the unwelcomed black invader was the flimsy material of her lace-trimmed thong. On the verge of breaking into a terrible sweat, she felt her neck and face flush red even more than she thought possible.

"Please," she muttered breathlessly, "don't do that. Take it out, please."

"It's not in though," he whispered so that only she could hear.

"Not yet, anyway." Reggie still had her by the hips, gently gyrating his own powerful hips into her. His hot breath was on her neck. His fingers began digging into the soft white-girl flesh of her waist which looked even sexier in her garter belt now. She could feel his primitive arousal behind her as he slid the throbbing member between her pillowy cheeks without even asking if that was okay. First he'd made her cum like a woman. Now he was taking it to the next level: fucking her like a woman. Truthfully, she wanted it to stop. In her state of panic and incredulousness, Stephanie wanted to get away from him, this big black man who was treating her like his own personal whore, but she was also too concerned with using her hands to cover the tell-tale wet spot in her panties. Slowly, after a while, she lifted her downward gaze until she was again greeted by Gloria's demeaning lens —which fired away from the tripod several feet away.

"Oh dear," said Gloria, pulling back with a start. For the first time all day the older woman looked genuinely concerned. "Stephanie? Are you? Are you crying, little sweetie?"

About twenty minutes later, Stephen was finally starting to feel like his old self. He'd stopped crying and was allowed to cover up parts of his body.

In Gloria's kitchen the mood definitely lightened as the trio drank glasses of celebratory wine, everyone growing more nonchalant now that the day's heavy lifting had been completed. Gloria couldn't stop gushing over how well the photo session went today. She explained that she'd initially wanted to use Brittany and Reggie for an interracial couple shoot, but at the last second, Brittany had flaked out, citing schoolwork as the reason. The "job" had already been commissioned by a private collector, explained Gloria, who would never know the difference once Gloria made her "final edits."

Reggie was paid first and then put his clothes back on. While they chatted on, the black man was limiting himself to the smallest of glances towards Stephen, who was now sheepishly hiding the feminine outlines of his body under one of his step-mother's shorty kimonos. Not much of a drinker, the wine went right to Stephen's head and already he was looking forward to being alone with his step-mother now. Whenever Blair was out of town, Gloria normally allowed him to sleep over. More importantly, after such a long day of stress and confusion, he was looking forward to having one of their illicit little bedroom sessions. After they were done, she always held him and kissed him and cuddled her "stepdaughter" until he fell asleep in her warm bed.

Stephen was pouring himself his third big glass when he heard Gloria make a loud noise.

"Damnit I totally forgot!" she proclaimed, now looking down at her cell phone. "I was supposed to be teaching a class tonight! Stephanie, sweetie, I'm so sorry. But I don't think I'll be able to let you stay over tonight."

"That's okay," Reggie chimed in gallantly. "I'll be happy to give her a ride home. Be my pleasure, ma'am."

"You don't mind, Reggie?"

"I need to stop by the firehouse anyway, ma'am. We're doing a charity sale tomorrow." Seconds ticked by while Stephen stared at his stepmother speechlessly. What had gotten into her mind? But when Gloria finally turned, she laughed at his startled expression, and pulled him by the elbow into the bedroom.

"You can't be serious, Gloria!"

"Do I look like I'm joking? What is it with you today?" Gloria said, shaking her head in rebuke. "That time of the month, girl?"

"But I can stay here while you're gone!"

"Says who?"

"Why not?"

"And now you're inviting yourself over whenever you want? Seems to me that someone is becoming the little princess these days," Gloria said in a sharp critical voice. "I won't be getting home until late. It's been a long day, Stephanie."

Stephen felt his world crumbling again and knew that he was powerless to stop it from happening.

Reading his sad little thoughts, Gloria said, "Come on, Reggie is just going to drive you home. It's not the end of the world. You already said that Blair won't be back until late tomorrow. So, no problem. And later, you can tell me all the exciting details!"

“As if...” Suddenly Stephen wished that he hadn't drank the wine so fast. He felt his tongue become thick with jumbled thoughts. "But what if... he... makes a move on me?"

"Possibly. But Reggie is a gentleman so I don't think you have to worry about things getting out of hand," his stepmother said, adding, "unless you want them too."

Stephen hesitated, but knew he had no choice in the situation. Matters were made worse by the fact that he didn't have any male clothes, since everything he'd come over with earlier was now sitting at the bottom of her washing machine in a soapy mess.

Gloria told him to remove her kimono first. Then he helplessly watched as his stepmother slipped a short black dress over his shoulders, encasing his body with a soft caress. Due to time constraints she wasn't able to help him out of the corset or lingerie, but promised to stop by his house later if he still wanted help.

While pleading for her to let him stay here, Gloria got behind her feminized stepson and worked the zipper in the back and closed the tiny clasp at the top of his dress. While scrutinizing his appearance in the mirror, Gloria quickly fitted him with a small black purse, 2" black heels, and ran a brush through his blonde hair one more time before deciding that he was the very picture of femininity now, ready for her big public debut as Stephanie!

"I feel sick," her stepson said, clutching his stomach. "Oh one more thing!"

And before Stephen had time to react, he was being doused with some of Gloria's heavenly perfume.

Outside it was already dark in the parking lot.

Reggie slowed his gait while the blonde bombshell minced along in her clicking heels. Under a canopy of stars, Stephen was surprised to see them walking towards a late-model vehicle that was most conspicuous amongst the new-model cars of the residents. Parked at an angle, and taking up 3 spaces, the car was as big as a boat and old as dust. The windows had all been treated with dark tint and the hubcaps had been replaced with enormous shiny silver rims. It was certainly not the sort of vehicle one would imagine a respected firefighter would drive.

Going around the front, Reggie unlocked the passenger door first, and gestured for his date to get in. "Ladies first."

Stephen answered the commanding voice by first drawing his knees and feet together, then cautiously bending at the knees so that he wasn't giving everyone a free look up his little black dress. The fact that he was now forced out of the sanctuary of Gloria's house, dressed as Stephanie, made the moment almost unbearable. Grinning down at him, Reggie waited for the elaborate process to be over before shutting the heavy door with a loud thud.

"So how long have you known Gloria?" Reggie asked, apparently making small talk once it was just them two in the car now.

Stephen stared vacantly beyond the car's hood ornament. "Several... months, I guess."

"Yup," was all the black man said, before turning and giving the white woman a meaningful look which made her draw back. "Today was pretty fun. Did you have fun, baby?"

"I was just trying to do my job."

"Yeah, I felt you just doing your job," Reggie recalled, forcing the painful memory back into the conversation. "You smell really good, baby. What kind of perfume you wearing?"

Stephen raised his shoulders, feeling miserable and tipsy at the same time. "Dunno."

"You wear that for Reggie?"

Stephen didn't say anything.

Reggie grinned confidently, unfazed by Stephanie's apparent disinterest. He carried himself with the air of a man who'd been in this exact situation, thousands of times before, and was only waiting for the preliminary formalities to finish so that he could start to enjoy himself. "Don't be nervous, baby. Not with me. Me and you, we know each other already. Aren't we friends?"

"I'm —not— nervous," Stephen stammered, with the right side of his blonde head pressed against the tinted glass window now. Something was off. Something was really wrong. Call it female intuition, but Stephen couldn't help but to notice that something had changed about Reggie, now that they were alone. He could hear it in Reggie’s voice, and see it in Reggie’s eyes. They looked so cold and predatory now. Like everything the man said was a veiled threat. Hoping to change the subject, Stephen asked, "So, you're a firefighter?"

Reggie turned on the stereo. Old school R&B. He listened for a while before answering his date. "Shit, I ain't running my ass into no burning buildings. These motherfuckers can save their own damn asses..."

Stephen already knew the answer before he asked. "So you're not a firefighter?"

"Naw, naw, naw, but you'd be surprised how much white folk trust you if you say you do that stupid shit for a living."

Then there was the sound of four doors locking at once.

Reggie gathered one of Stephen's trembling pale wrists, bringing it over to his own lap so that the manicured fingers could feel something important. Something warm. Something growing.

"Hey!" Stephen tried to jerk free of Reggie’s grasp, but the other man's vise-like grip wouldn't allow it. This was too much. Something had to be done before the situation got any more uncomfortable and creepy than it already was. "Listen, hey Reggie, I think you've got the wrong idea about me. My name is not Stephanie, not really. It's hard to explain, but my name is actually Stephen. I'm married. I have a wiii—"

Reggie wrapped his fingers around the smaller Caucasian fingers, making them grip the meaty bulge in his pants. "Only fair since I made you cum! My turn now, baby."

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. Frooo—"

SLAP!

Stephen hadn't seen it coming. The hand was big, dark, and so quick that Stephen didn’t have time to react. All he knew was that suddenly the left side of his face was glowing red with the imprint of Reggie’s big hand. The slap stunned him into silence. And he sat there, senses jarred, too shocked to move a single muscle.

"Now Stephanie," started Reggie slowly, "I never like slapping my women, especially because we on our first date, and all, but I can't stand it when bitches talk with a dirty mouth. Even pretty white bitches with big booties."

"But I'm not an actual female, woman, whatever, I just —"

SLAP! SLAP!

"Let me finish! Don't interrupt a man when he's talking! That's rude, baby!" Reggie

thundered in the car. "I can tell that me and you are going to have to sort some things out. That’s okay. I’m patient."

While turning and trying for the door, only to find it was impossible to unlock, Stephen's heart rate began to race uncontrollably. "Asshole, you fucking psycho —"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Two, no three, solid open-faced hands were delivered right against the cheek again. Stephen had never been slapped like that. For some reason, it was worse than being punched. His eyes were already starting to tear up again and he felt sobs rise from the pit of his wine-soaked tummy.

"You keep talking like a bitch, and I'll be glad to treat you like a bitch."

"But I'm not..." Stephen couldn't finish the words because the waterworks were already taking over. He began dragging his palms over his salty cheeks until Reggie reached into the glove box and handed his date some tissues to dry herself.

"It's okay, baby. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let's start over."

Stephen nodded quietly this time, afraid to say something which might cause another painfully humiliating slap from the black man in the driver's seat of the car.

"Baby, my name is Reggie."

"Hi."

"And what's your name, baby?" the black man inquired with a raised eyebrow. "I bet you have a really, really, really sexy name."

Stephen felt his stomach drop as he comprehended what was going on now. He was very aware of how helpless he was now, and very aware of how absurd his life had become lately. Hot sticky tears stained his pretty ivory cheeks. After a couple of little hiccups, Reggie gave him a fresh tissue, repeated his question, and waited patiently for the reply.

"Your name, baby. Don't be rude," the man said.

Her eyes pleaded, her face was burning, and she felt so open, so vulnerable. She also felt violated, and he hadn't even touched her private parts. Finally, with a sad little voice, she said, "St-St-Stephanie, that's my name. I'm Stephanie."

"Mmmmm," he said with an approving sound. "Now was that so hard, Stephanie?" Beyond humiliated, she shook her head.

"A sexy name, for a sexy girl." Reggie’s tone was strong, and almost sounded humored. As he spoke, his hand had reached over to confidently stroke the inside of her soft thigh. "You look nice and you smell delicious. So I can assume that you've never been with a man before?" She wanted to spit her answer out at him, but was already feeling subdued in his intimidating presence. There was an overwhelming feeling of being self conscious, and her cheeks suddenly flushed from the embarrassment of allowing the man to paw her in the car. This situation was really tearing her up inside. "No, I never have."

"Good girl." His hand grasped her leg more firmly, almost possessively. "Nice, nice... your legs are so nice and smooth. So white."

Despite her fear, she realized that she was becoming aroused by the situation. Her eyes had gone down in shame, deep shame, and a little mixed with need. "Tha-thanks."

For the first time, one of his strong hands reached down to feel between her legs, feeling the hard fleshy nub in her panties, much smaller than a cock, but barely bigger than a normal clit. Reggie seemed to approve, flashing a bright smile at his date. "You seem to be enjoying this, I see?"

Stephanie couldn't help but to gasp, flooded by the shame of her body's confusing set of desires.

Afterwards Reggie didn't say anything, just turned the ignition of the big V8 engine, leaving Stephanie to clean up her mascara while hating herself more than ever before. With old school R&B playing through the car's custom speakers, they pulled onto the street with one of Reggie’s beefy arms on the back of his date's seat.

"Sorry about earlier," the man explained cooly, "normally I'm not like that with my ladies." "Okay."

He was silent for a minute, continuing to drive the car. "You're safe with me. You don't have to worry. And I know that inside you there is a little slut that's waiting to get out. Right?" With her eyes closed, she whispered, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Relax, baby." Reggie leaned over and smelled some of her blonde hair. "Damn! I forgot your name! Happens when you smoke too much herb... Can you tell me one more time, baby?" She stared out the tinted windows, watching the city disappear under the falling darkness. Night made it easier, more bearable. Even though the deep pit in her stomach told her that she was in trouble now. She'd always found it difficult to wear female clothes and not feel incredibly turned on. "Stephanie, my name is Stephanie."

"So good, sounds so good when you say it," the man said in that low voice of his. "You like black guys?"

Stephanie didn't answer. Instead she clutched her little purse, and pinched her pink knees together, just staring straight at the traffic ahead. She was wondering how she was going to get through this evening without being traumatized for the rest of her life.

He chuckled with more confidence, turning the music up as he said, "Yeah, I figured about that one."

Silently, the enormous car got off the highway and started going down a series of dark streets that Stephanie had never seen before. It was an older and scarier part of town and Reggie hadn't said a word since leaving Gloria's place. Watching a group of black teenagers standing outside a liquor store, Stephanie's mind was spinning, a million different thoughts racing around her head as she tried to figure out what to do. It occurred to her that she was losing control of the situation. Which was an understatement. Watching the city go by, she saw that most of the businesses all had bars on the windows.

Reggie broke the silence after pulling into a beaten down apartment complex that seemed to be only 1/5 filled with residents. "You believe in fate?" his deep voice said, killing the tunes.

"Fate?" Stephanie muttered, not at all encouraged by where he'd driven her.

Reggie chuckled to himself. "The other day I was watching some videos of girls like you. Maybe not as sexy as you. Shit, for real, that's when I decided I wanted to try it for myself."

"Girls like me?" Stephanie said, bringing her braceleted wrist to her chest. There was a moment or two before she understood his meaning. It shook her at the core.

The man continued, sounding strangely philosophical as he pulled into a parking spot between two clunkers that should have been sitting in a junkyard. "As long as I see some tits and ass, that's all Reggie care about. Don't care about that extra little thing in your panties. I ain't no fag. Reggie know that for damn sure!"

"No of course not," Stephanie said, not wanting to get slapped in the face again. Or worse.

"Not that you have too much in your panties anyway," the man joked to himself as he turned the car's engine off. Suddenly everything got very silent. "Plus you know what else I like, Stephanie?"

She tensed for the answer, her back completely straight against the car seat.

"Babies."

"You like babies?" she asked automatically.

With a dangerous sideways look he seemed to be trying to determine whether or not she was being serious. "Got enough of them already! Too many babies!" Reggie said with very strong emotion in his voice now. "Seems like every time Reggie sticks his cock into something it gets pregnant."

"Oh, I see."

His voice changed, became even lower, almost like a whispered confession in the dark car. "But not with you, right, sexy? I bet you and me could get our fuck on for a million time —and you'd still not be giving me that call in the middle of the night, talking about how you gonna need some money for diapers."

Stephanie watched him pull the keys out of the ignition. "I thought we were going to my house?"

"We will, come'on baby. Relax. Reggie just need to make a quick stop." Then he appreciatively smoothed his palm over the car's vast vinyl console like the vehicle was his most prized possession in the world. "This motherfucker needs gas like a bitch and Reggie done forgot his damn wallet. Ain't that some shit, girl?"

He gave a small laugh while the blonde protectively crossed her arms over her ample chest.

"Ok," Stephanie chuckled anxiously. "So I'll just wait here for you here, Reggie. I'll stay in the car."

"The shit you are!" Reggie exploded, giving her a hard glare. "Not in the fucking neighborhood, not at night. Sorry baby, but leaving a fine piece of white ass like you would guarantee something bad was going to happen. Come on, I stay on the first floor. Take thirty, sixty seconds. Tops."

In the dingy urban apartment two other men sat on the couch while watching TV. Only the hallway lights were on and the men, both black, eyes glazed, seemed to be too stoned to acknowledge Reggie as he escorted Stephanie down the hallway. Only when the men heard Stephanie's heels clicking on the uncarpeted floor did they come to life, making obscene jokes. From what the few things Stephanie could hear, it was clearly apparent that Reggie regularly brought home strange women.

"Don't mind them. They jealous," he said after they were alone in the bedroom. "You need to use the baff-room before we leave?"

Stephanie shook her head and was relieved to see Reggie actually grab a wallet off a battered chest of drawers. The bedroom was actually much cleaner than she had expected and it had its own private bathroom. Glancing around, she even saw some books, old sports trophies, and car manuals stacked around the bachelor pad. On the walls hung several posters: a famous film, an exotic sports car, and several big-bottomed white women and Hispanic women all squeezing their tits and shaking their asses for the camera. Also, next to a lamp, Stephanie also noticed a large 3 foot bong.

"Want to hit that?" Reggie said, catching the direction of her stare now.

She declined with a shake of her head, her pigtails adorably smacking the sides of her face. This earned a big grin from Reggie who proceeded to light up in front of her, explaining that a little bit of weed made him a better driver.

Soon, however, it seemed like the room was dangerously full of marijuana smoke and Stephanie was starting to find it hard to maintain balance on her 2 inch heels. She'd never felt more wobbly and vulnerable in her life. While pretending to study a large poster on the wall (it was for some gangster film, with a guy holding a machine gun) Stephanie accidently stumbled into a short, clumsy fall that left her round buttocks planting on Reggie’s bed.

Ever the gentlemen, Reggie had her come sit down next to him on the bed while he took another massive bong hit which seemed like it was enough to make an entire village high for months. At least, that's how Stephanie saw it when she felt him grab her head again, like earlier in the car, but this time he was bringing his mouth to hers. She felt paralyzed from the deadly combination of wine and fear that was now surging in her system. Their lips touched and he held them together until prying open the gate to push out an enormous smoke cloud of marijuana smoke in the young woman.

As she started to convulse with coughs, he smiled his red glazed eyes at her and said, "You never shot gunned some herb? Damn girl, what hood did you grow up in?"

It came on right away. Like a train. Stephanie felt her whole body relax, then her mind start to go WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, not by any means. And suddenly she realized that Reggie was on the other side of the room, choosing a music playlist on his laptop.

"You like this?"

Stephanie jolted when she realized he was back next to her, on the bed, his massive hand already on her kneecap. His fingers seemed to spread forever. With the weed really clouding her judgment, she felt nearly powerless and immobile as he kept working his way up her bare leg, under her little black dress.

"Oh shit," he muttered once he found the front of her panties. She was fully hard, the soft spongy tissue of her sex pressing urgently against the fabric of female underwear. Now her tiny erection was unmistakable as he caressed and patted and squeezed the pink flesh through the silk triangle. "You like it when Reggie does this. Don't you?"

Stephanie bit her lip and nodded, self-aware enough to realize that all along there had been a part of her that was hoping something like this would happen. That the same part of her made her hate herself didn't seem to matter now, only that she be allowed to see where this moment would lead to next. Still, she tried to resist his touch, telling herself that maybe if she could slow things down then he might eventually throw in the towel from sheer frustration. Which is why Stephanie was more than shocked when she looked down and saw that her own legs were already starting to open wider for him, opening like a flower, encouraging his ministrations.

Reggie watched her smooth creamy thighs open in invitation for him now. The blonde pigtails, the cute face, the lingerie, the sexy female smell —everything was rousing his senses to a boiling fever, causing his black trouser snake to jump around in his jeans. Immediately he began to remove her dress so that in no time she was sitting on his bed in just her turquoise and black lingerie again, her breathing constrained by the corset which made her look extra feminine in his appraising eyes. "Damn, you prettier than any bitch I've ever fucked."

Stephanie closed her eyes at the compliment, listened to the WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH again. She was turned on, her sex was on fire, having never felt as feminine and alluring as she did in this dark forbidden bedroom with Reggie. Never before in her life had someone looked at her the way Reggie was looking at her now. Frankly, it only increased her arousal. Fighting the urge to play with herself in front of him, Stephanie found that the world was starting to fade away from her poor, horny, addled little mind. And when she opened her eyes again she saw Reggie looming over her. His meaning unmistakable as he started to massage the giant outline in his pants.

Picking up where their photo shoot left off, Reggie stepped out of his boots and bent to pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time. As he did so, his enormous ebony balls swayed heavily back and bounced against the inside of his muscular thighs.

They look like a pair of black lemons, Stephanie first thought while nervously fidgeting on the bed. Now that she was finally up close and personal with Reggie’s equipment, she could see that he was uncircumcised, and that the tip of his cock was huge. It looked like a small apple and Stephanie's mouth started watering thinking about trying to get her lips around all those pulsing veins. (What are you doing? Get out of this room right now! Now! Please –screamed a tiny voice named Stephen at the back of her mind.) Now that it was out in the open, she found it impossible not to stare at the man's huge cock. It was magnificent, even beautiful. Seeing the big bouncy dark meat filled her with an energy that she hadn’t felt since the first time she saw a pair of tits as a sophomore in high school. (The small voice continued to panic at the back of her head: No, no, no! You’re a straight man! You like women, you like to fuck them! Please don’t let them keep doing this to you! Don’t let them change you! They are forcing you into becoming something you aren’t! Please, stop looking at that juicy black cock –the voice faltered. And then the voice was completely gone.) She saw it twitch several times. He moved so that the thick, swollen cock head was just inches from her mouth, and then waited for her to make the next move. So with a tummy full of butterflies, knowing that she was about to go down a path she could never return from, Stephanie finally reached out and touched the black cock with her hands for the very first time in her life. Her small, delicate fingers could barely get their pinkness all the way around the thick ebony base.

"Wow!" she said, immediately wetting the front of her panties.

He pushed her down off the bed. Now she was on her knees, kneeling before him now. All of this was so new, terrifying and exciting. "That's it baby. You know you want this cock."

She started slowly stroking his big cock and looked up at him with her big painted eyes. She was scared, but also pleased with how happy he looked. It was so bizarre to be holding another man's cock in her hand. If she was being honest with herself, she liked the warmth and life of it in her hands, much better than Gloria's dildo. And it was much, much better than her own pinky-sized member. Though Stephanie was no fool. She knew that it was certainly going to be a challenge handling Reggie’s rock hard cock in her mouth but she was going to enjoy trying. Or would she? Stephanie continued to stroke his big cock, tilting it up and getting a good look at the big life-giving vein running underneath the shaft. If this was a cock —she thought with a twinge of despair— then what she had in her panties was scientifically much closer to a clit.

Sensing his impatience, she opened up as wide as possible, allowing him to push the throbbing black member in between her lips.

Then it happened. He was inside her.

"Ohhh," he growled in approval.

Her mouth was full of cock with just the tip of his impressive member, but she wasn't about

to stop yet. She moved a little to get a better angle, and then bobbed her head up and down his fat ebony shaft. She knew that she must look ridiculous, having her mouth so stretched obscenely wide. But that didn't stop her own arousal from increasing. Down below, she could feel her little pink package straining against the silky cage. After a few seconds she was literally slobbering on Reggie’s black cock now. She closed her eyes and focused on her task. Never in her life had oral sex been this exciting, especially when she'd received blowjobs from females, which usually left her feeling nervous and uncertain. This was completely different. This was a game changer. Now there was a complete absence of nerves as she found this new role far more suitable to who she really was as a person.

"Fuuuuckkkk, suck that cock. Damn your lips are magic," he moaned, looking down at the beautiful sight of those two blonde pigtails whipping around in his dark lap now.

Each time she went back down, a little more of his shaft was coated in her saliva. Moving her head faster and faster, Stephanie soon realized that Reggie’s cock was too hard to bend even a little, so she would not be able to easily "turn the corner" and guide his cock into her throat. She was bottoming out about half way down the length of his cock. But before she had time to adjust, Reggie had already clamped both of his hands on the back of her head, and started pushing her down to get his cock deeper in that warm, velvety throat. Even though she was already starting to gag a little, Reggie started to fuck her mouth harder, forcing about 7 or 8 inches past her lips, making her to gag and push him back. His black-as-coal cock was now covered in thick ropes of her saliva, which ran off his tool and onto her skimpy top, and pushed-up tits.

"Wow," she said, pausing with pretty tears in her eyes from gagging, "I thought you were going to choke me with that thing."

"You're doing good, baby. You look sexy down there. Keep sucking that black dick. I can tell you like it."

She did too. But she also liked breathing, so she lingered for a minute, sucking and teasing the base of his African weapon. Worshiping the man. Then, with a lovely sigh of contentment, she smoothly dragged her tongue up the side of his cock to the tip. On her way back down again, Stephanie let out a soft satisfied moan, the vibrations sending unexpected blasts of pleasure through the black man's strong body.

"Fuck you were made for this, bitch. Look up at me. Let me see them pretty-ass eyes."

Leaning forward, Stephanie attacked the area all around the base of his cock with her tongue, licking and sucking gently, before enveloping the man's cock gently with her mouth again. She looked up at him with the most submissive eyes as they both seemed to escape into their own private world together.

"Now that's a real sexy photo," Reggie smirked at the sight of her mouth stuffed with as much black meat as it could possibly handle.

He was starting to become more dominant, less patient with her. He pulled her mouth from his balls and slapped her painted face on each cheek with his swollen shaft before pushing it back into her mouth. This time, he held her head with both hands and gently thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, effectively turning her lips into a warm, wet pussy for his black monster dong. He was fucking her face and groaning —not caring about her plaintive gags and small tears cascading down her lovely cheeks now. Wanting to pleasure him as much as possible, Stephanie instinctively reached up and started to tickle and massage his heavy swinging ball sack. He started thrusting faster. Faster. Faster. And after a while her jaw was starting to ache. All she could do was steady herself by holding onto his strong legs while he pumped his meat in and out of her face.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're so good at this!"

For a second he withdrew the whole thing out, keeping it posed in front of her pleasure-filled gaze, as he admired how sexy it looked. Her drool was running down her chin like a river and soaking the top half of her bra. Thick, sticky strands of saliva were connecting his head and shaft to her glossy, swollen lips. "Feeding time, bitch!"

He slammed it back inside her again. And Stephanie let out a defeated whimper from around his oversized cock stuffed between her lips. Reggie was starting to be a bit more forceful with his thrusts and grunting with each one. Struggling to keep up, she felt his cock twitch between her lips and the head start to swell. Finally he pulled his cock out, only leaving the tip in her mouth.

"Here it comes, open up for daddy, princess!"

She had nowhere to hide. His cum blasted from his cock quickly filling her mouth. Since this was her first time, she tried to swallow as fast as she could. But it was too much. The volume! The viscosity! First his cum started to clog her throat because of its thickness, and then his cum was leaking out around his cock and down her chin now. Eventually he pulled his cock out completely and blasted a few extra ropes of his cum across her confused, tired-looking face now. He shoved his cock back between her lips and filled her mouth again before his flow of cum became little more than a dribble.

"Get it, bitch. Don't waste that load, you earned it down there."

Obediently, Stephanie continued to suck and swallow the remaining offering. It didn’t even occur to her that Reggie’s cum wasn’t the most valuable thing on the planet right now. When she was finished, Reggie pulled his cock from her mouth. She was on her knees looking up at his still hard cock, licking her lips clean of his cum.

"How's that taste?"

She giggled. "Wow."

“That good, huh?”

“I had no idea!” she giggled again. “Did you like it? Did I do a good job?”

"I think Reggie just found his new girlfriend. What you think about that, bitch?"

She giggled again and burped up some of the man's cum, causing him to start laughing now as he pulled his jeans back up his muscular dark hips.

10.

After it was over, Reggie walked into the bathroom for a loud piss while Stephanie stumbled back to her heels.

"Well, that was something new," was all that came to her mind.

The toilet flushed and the couple passed each other, not saying anything as Stephanie walked into the bathroom now and shut the door. Was this really happening?

Truthfully she wasn't sure what to think, but she was certainly glad that she knew how to breathe through her nose. Reggie had definitely enjoyed himself. A quick glance in the bathroom mirror showed her that the man had made a complete mess of her face —and as she started to pull her dress back into place it seemed like there were traces of his cum on every inch of her body. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the enormous size of his balls. The man was a walking cum factory.

What did this mean?

Surely this went past "playing an acting role."

Yes, of course. Unable to stop the nervous voice from rising in her mind, she had to ask herself if this made her gay now, having sucked her first cock. But that didn't feel right, not at all, since neither her, nor Reggie, were acknowledging that there was anything masculine about her. It was all a bit confusing and overwhelming to her. She started to feel bad. Now, as the toilet flushed, she could still taste him in her mouth —and already there was a weird empty feeling of not having his big cock throbbing on her tongue.

"Gurl, you are a cheap date," she castigated the cum-stained vixen staring back at her in the mirror. "No more of that! At least not tonight!"

Checking her handbag, she saw that Gloria had included some items to help her "fix her face" and brush her blonde hair back into place. As she turned and twisted, trying to fit the short dress to get maximum coverage over her fertile-looking curves, her big beautiful painted eyes narrowed as she searched for any signs of someone called Stephen. Suddenly the excitement from earlier gave way to a flash of panic. "Stephen? Did you like what just happened? Are you gone forever? Are you still there?"

But no, Stephen was nowhere to be found as Stephanie clicked out of the bathroom on her high heels. Reggie had his naked black back to her. Now that she'd emptied his balls for him, the man was happily humming to himself as he found a clean white T-shirt to pull over his dark head. "You ready to get out of here, baby?"

He turned and looked at her in a way that only a man could look at a woman. It made Stephanie's blood go cold and she retreated back into the bathroom.

"Just need to clean up a little," she said, giving him a flirty little smile. Then she made a show of swaying her hips and ass into the bathroom while Reggie appreciatively chuckled.

"Got any more cute little outfits to wear, Stephanie?"

"If you're lucky!" she called out, giving the bathroom mirror the stink eye. Why am I acting like this, she wondered, lifting her dress and sitting down on the toilet so that she could go pee like a lady. After she was done she tugged on her little friend a few times, rewarding herself with a tiny explosion of pleasure before pulling her panties back over her hips. "Do you have any mouthwash?"

"Naw," he said from the bedroom. "What you doing in there that's taking so long?"

She was looking in the mirror again, still amazed by her total transformation. "Be right out," she said, pleased with how smooth the front of her panties looked since she was able to simply adjust her tiny member so that there was not even a hint of an outline as she stood there, holding her dress up at the sink.

The next big challenge, at least emotionally for her, was when they finally had to leave the confines of the bedroom and rejoin the rest of the real world, which at the moment consisted of Reggie’s two roommates, who were still stoned on the couch.

Afraid that the guys would spot any remnants of their bedroom activities, Stephanie tried to stay at a safe distance, watching Reggie the whole time to see if his behavior changed around other people. There was definitely part of her that expected him to grow distant or cold, embarrassed —now that his roommates might see that he'd brought home a girl, who wasn't really a girl.

But to her great relief, there was never any sign that they saw through her makeup and prosthetics.

Nor did Reggie’s vibe change. He stayed calm and nonchalant all the way out into the parking lot, opening the car door for his date, before driving her back to her house on the other side of the city. Which felt like a million miles away.

11.

In the car they didn't talk much.

Instead Stephanie focused on how much more 'natural' it felt being in this role. Tonight was exciting. Truly terrifying, but also undoubtedly one of the most exciting nights of her life on this planet. At the moment, truthfully, she liked Stephanie more than Stephen, which produced a tumultuous feeling that she wasn't sure she would ever get over. It was like the longer she wore female clothing, the more natural it felt to act in a female manner, think in a female manner, like Blair did, like Blair's mother did, or even like Stephen's own mother acted!

Poor Stephen, she thought. But she couldn't help to compare the two versions of herself— noting that whereas 'Stephen' was a jumbled mess of nerves and insecurity, which seemed to 'infect' all of his romantic partners, 'Stephanie' was equally nervous on the inside, but outwardly she'd carried herself with feminine style, grace, and aplomb. And considering the big smile on Reggie’s face now, she was doing a great job of making people happy these days.

"Map says this is the place," the man said, turning down the music as he pulled into the quiet neighborhood of well-kept homes, all tastefully lit up in the suburban night. After Stephanie's nod of consent, the man grinned behind the wheel and said, "Nice hood."

She was glad that it was dark since the old hoopty vehicle was so conspicuous in her own upscale neighborhood now. "Thanks."

He gave a whistle. "You white bitches sure do got it good."

She shrugged an apology. "I guess it's because of my... white privilege."

"Yeah, and you got a whole mouthful of privilege tonight!" he laughed.

In the dark she turned and raised her eyebrow sharply, perfectly mimicking one of Blair's expressions. "Oh my god, Reggie, you're so terrible!"

Then she guided him to her little street. When she saw Blair's BMW in the driveway her heart jolted with fear —until she remembered that Blair hadn't driven herself to the airport a few days ago. Tomorrow, however, Blair would be returning; and 'Stephen' would be meeting her in the arrivals section. And what would that be like? Picking Blair up airport? Dressed completely different, moving 'his' body different, and having to pretend that nothing had happened?

The car pulled into the driveway. "Thanks for the ride, Reggie."

"My pleasure," the man said, turning the keys so that the big heavy engine went silent. "But let me walk you to the door."

"That's okay," she said.

"Never know!" He grinned at her. "Might be some brothas like me prowling around in the streets, looking to scoop up some sexy white ass for the night."

She saw his smile in the car, heard the prodding tone of his deep authoritative voice. It was useless to even try, but she knew that she had to anyway. "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't need to be escorted to my own door."

"I get it. You got someone waiting for you inside?"

"Not exactly," she stammered, searching carefully for the right words. "But I gotta go. I'm, like, serious, Reggie!"

"You're, like, serious?" He was teasing her now, reaching out and touching the top of her leg. "White chicks, like, crack me up."

"Give me your number," she said, trying to hide the shiver from his manly touch on her nylon-incased thighs. There was something about being in his masculine presence, his touch, which made her little heart melt and her nub ache in its silk prison. "Reggie, dear, I'll call you tomorrow. I promise. Maybe I'll even come over, wear one of those outfits. Please just ..."

But he was already out of the car. Fuck! He walked over to her door and opened it like a gentleman would.

This was bad. As furtively as possible, Stephanie tried to make a quick scan around her street, and was relieved to see that there were no signs of any neighbors who might possibly see the bizarre scene developing in her driveway now. How would she explain the presence of this strange, sexed-up, blonde hussy being escorted by this big buff black dude?

She felt the pressure of his hand on the small of her back, and their eyes met underneath a basketball goal that had only been used twice. "We have to be careful, Reggie."

"I just need to use your bathroom. Then I'm gone. If anyone asks, I got lost delivering food. Or I'm your Uber driver. Nobody's going to know, baby."

"Reggie, no, please..."

“It’s your call.” He met her eyes again and held them. "Longer we stand out here the worse you're making it."

"You promise?"

"Cross my..."

She turned, reached for the keys in her pocketbook, and immediately felt his hand drop to her protruding backside. Why did she have to have such a bubble butt? Probably Reggie couldn't help himself. But to her chagrin, the man kept it on her wobbly meat that noticeably shifted in her black dress with each tentative step, her heels clicking along the little sidewalk that led to the house's side door.

Fortunately, some of the downstairs lights had been left on, which was a good thing because it seemed to remind her that this was not the place to be taking chances with Reggie, dressed as she was. And as they came into the kitchen, it was almost like 'Stephen' was starting to wake up from a long deep slumber, ready for his chance to take over the controls now.

"Bathroom's down that hall," she said, perhaps a little flatly now.

Reggie gave her one of those truculent chin tilts before his boots were echoing on the home's polished wood floors.

Now that they were separated, a sense of reality was starting to rush back into Stephanie's brain.

In the kitchen, she tiredly kicked off her heels, the same way she'd seen her own mother and Blair do a thousand times before. Then she opened the refrigerator out of habit. She wasn't hungry. But as soon as she saw the half-open bottle of re-corked wine, she grabbed it, and glug-glug-glugged at least a full cup down her parched and salty throat, listening for signs of her guest returning.

Mentally, she was already planning what she'd cook for dinner, how great it would be to get this fucking corset off, how great it would be to remove this cum-stained wig and lingerie set, how great it would be to watch Netflix while taking a well-earned soak in the tub. The phrase, "Calgon take me away," swept through her addled girl-mind like a refreshing breeze, and that's all she wanted to focus on now.

Then the wine was gone and now she started to feel a little woozy and yawny. The day had been long and exhausting. After a particularly long yawn, she opened her eyes and saw Reggie standing there with a serious expression. Like he was alarmed.

"What? What is it?" she asked.

"Thought you said nobody here,” he said. “You sure about that?"

"What do you mean?" Another yawn escaped her lips. "Wait, stop!"

Too late. He was already striding for the stairs that led to the second floor of their home.

"Ya'll got any break-ins lately around here?"

"Come back!" She couldn't believe that he was doing this. What a big dumb oaf! His transparency was so lame to her. And she resolved to not let him get his way tonight. After all, she'd sucked his cock tonight, and that should keep the man happy until their next illicit meeting. More than that, there was no way she was going to do anything naughty in her own home, which seemed to make things far more real and personal and intense. Too intense. She wasn't ready for that.

He stopped to grab a poker near the fireplace before mounting the set of stairs that zigzagged up to the impressive second floor. "Well if someone did break in," he said, continuing to act like he wasn't trying to get her alone in the bedroom, "they sure as fuck picked the wrong house, on the wrong night!"

Stephanie set off behind him, her pigtails bouncing on her feminine shoulders while she took the stairs also. Somewhere along the way she caught a startling glance of her reflection in a mirror —still unaccustomed to realizing how very convincing she now looked as a young woman. And this put a little extra wiggle in her hips and ass as she followed Reggie, who didn't realize what sort of limits he'd be crossing tonight.

12.

Later on, whenever Stephanie replayed the events of that fateful night in her little girl brain, she wouldn't be able to remember exactly who entered the bedroom first, her or Reggie. The hurricane of emotion that night had blurred some of the exact details. And she only knew that at some point her and Reggie was standing next to each other while looking at another couple in the bed: Blair and another man!

Blair was topless and in the middle of the bed, straddling her new lover. She was looking over her shoulder now, eyes larger than normal, much larger, staring at the two unwanted visitors who'd just barged in without knocking. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she still looked beautiful, the features of her angelic face now flushed with arousal.

Then Stephanie and Blair both said, "What the FUCK?" about a half a dozen times to each other. It was too much to process at once. As Stephanie's vision became a smaller and smaller tunnel, she felt her stomach drop and suddenly the weight of the world was on her narrow shoulders, trying to make her feel smaller and more inconsequential than she already felt. At one point the strength in legs gave out and she would have toppled over if not for Reggie, who reached out gallantly to catch her weight, then kept his hand on the small of her back once she was steadied. At the moment though she wasn't even aware that Reggie existed on this planet. All of her energy was now focusing on the lurid scene in her bedroom: a cheating wife caught in the act of having sex with a man who wasn't her husband.

"How could you, Blair! Why would you do this to me?" She wanted to say more, but she had to stop because she'd quickly shot past confusion and shock and was now approaching anger, sadness, and tears. Suddenly she was overcome with her own set of emotions. Wiping the first few droplets running down her beautifully feminized face, she managed to get out a faint, "How could you fucking do this to me?"

By all accounts Blair was just as stunned and overwhelmed by the moments. But unlike her crying spouse, Blair's response was to freeze, allowing her time to coldly calculate her best response. Oddly, she hadn't even made an effort to cover the rise and fall of her breasts in front of Reggie.

"St —?" Later, Blair would laugh about the absurdity of the situation with her inner circle of girlfriends, causing the tribe of uber successful women to double-over when she described the sight of "Stephanie" trying to make her feel bad for cheating since it was obvious that both of them had not been "faithfully observing" their marriage vows. "Is that really you? You look so... different!"

Stephanie could tell that Blair was looking her up and down, several times, before turning her attention to Reggie, who looked only slightly amused by everything.

"Sorry about interrupting," Reggie said, rubbing Stephanie's back for emotional support, looking at Blair’s nude torso, thinking that he'd never seen such a great pair of natural tits on a woman in real life. To Reggie it was obvious that this was Stephanie's wife. And the other woman wasn't looking two happy. Apparently loyalty was not very popular in this marriage. It made Reggie crack up on the inside. "We thought you were burglars.”

"I bet you did," snapped Blair, who was still straddling her lover on the bed. She used a pink scrunchie to pull her hair up into a ponytail now, which was a simple and natural gesture that her husband had seen a billion times over the course of their marriage. (That was over now, thought Stephanie. Right? No more marriage?) Blair looked at the two intruders by the door. "Why are you dressed that way, Stephen? Who did that to you? Why did they? And what the fuck is going on?"

Somebody in the room gave a small chuckle, but it wasn't Stephanie. In her complete shock at seeing Blair in bed with another man, Stephanie had completely forgotten about her own drastically transformed appearance. Tonight was just full of little surprises. Even worse, she was aware that not unlike Blair, it now looked like that she'd also brought a man back to their house and into the sacredness of their marital bedroom. The tears started falling faster and it took her a few moments to get control of herself while Reggie stood there rubbing her back and bubble butt.

But then Blair's appraising eyes began to soften, ever so gently, with understanding and compassion now. Unfazed, she was still on top of her new lover. "Calm down, Jesus, I don't know why you are crying. I'm just surprised, is all. I had no idea that you could look so... different."

"You mean sexy as fuck," Reggie added, wishing to make his date feel better. "Sure, that too," Blair said, her mind starting to settle down as she began to fully understand that things had changed forever between them. Because there was no way that any normal couple could resume a healthy marriage after a little scene like this. Right?

As Stephanie fought to regain composure, she watched Blair finally climb off the man who was now laying butt naked, and black-as-fucking-coal, in the middle of their marital bed. A black man! For some reason, this seemed to make things worse, although Stephanie instantly realized there was no logic behind that. If anything, this only confirmed how similar Stephanie and Blair were since they'd both brought home African-American men.

Now, from Stephanie's vantage, she still couldn't see any identifying facial features of the asshole who'd just been fucking Blair, only that he was big, dark, and had enormous feet and toes sticking straight up at the end of the bed.

Next to him, Blair was sort of on her knees, clutching one of the white pillows against her naked breast. A small wicked smile was just beginning to creep up on the cheating wife's face. "Stephen, is that really... you?"

In this situation, hearing her male name actually made it so much worse. The reminder of who she was supposed to be caused her insides to twist around in total soul-destroying agony.

"Stephanie, that's what he called you, Stephanie?" Blair was still working it out from her spot on the bed. Her senses were finally starting to return after the initial shock. Slowly, her smile increased in size, until she looked like someone who just received some long-awaited good news. "Stephanie! Not Stephen, oh, now I get it!"

That made it even worse. What little that was left of Stephen wanted to beg his wife to not look at him like that. Not like that.

"I was just making sure that Stephanie got home safely," Reggie added, his eyes more or less glued to Blair as she continued to hide her ivory nakedness behind the pillow. "Me and Stephanie, we thought we heard strange noises, shit, can never be too careful."

Blair's left eye arched at her husband's striking feminized appearance. This was going to take some time before she got used to it. "Is that right, Stephanie?"

Stephanie gulped.

Looking more and more relaxed, Blair's swollen lips opened to talk, but this time it was the other man, her new lover, who grabbed the room's full attention by giving a thunderous, house-filling chuckle of appreciation for the unique comedy of the ridiculous situation. "Got that right, we were definitely making some noises. I'll cop to that shit, my brother!"

On the bed, the enormous man interlaced his long fingers behind his head, completely unbothered by the fact that his rather monstrous-looking ebony phallus was sticking straight up in his lap like a flagpole for everyone to see. Despite being the most exposed, the man in the bed seemed the most relaxed person in the room, as if he was accustomed to having several other sets of eyes gawk at his gargantuan nude ebony body.

Blair still crouched next to him, still cowering behind her pillow, clad in only the pair of purple lace panties that hadn't been torn from her body yet by the big black man she'd just been rapturously riding moments ago. The contrast of their bodies was remarkable: a hulking ogre of a man with heavy Negroid features next to Blair’s fair beauty and natural hourglass curves – it was the type of thing that would probably cause Deep South Plantation Owners to lose hope in their entire world view.

Blair finally made the introductions. "Stephanie, I believe you already know Terrance. My boss. I think you two have met. "

Terrance chuckled again, happily wiggling his big toes in the air. And when he moved like that his big swollen member jostled around above him, the plump purple helmet slick with Blair's juices. Making a little joke, Terrance said, "Oh, I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure that I would remember meeting such a beautiful young woman. You didn't tell me that your sister was so pretty, Blair."

"Sort of a late bloomer, that one," Blair guffawed, playing along.

Stephanie grew irritated. "So you're fucking him?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. But it was too late to stop. "Blair! You're married! He’s your fucking boss! And he's at least twice your age!"

Stephanie stopped, realizing she was on the verge of angrily blurting out something racially insensitive that might make two of the people in the room unhappy with her. Especially the men. She didn't mean to be that way. It was just that she was still struggling with all of the tumultuous feelings that this situation was creating inside her. It was exhausting. This was hardly how she had envisioned her life turning out. She was almost ready to cry, curl up in a dark room, and disappear from the entire world.

"Ya'll sure been working up that funk in the room," Reggie said, twitching his big flat nostrils loudly to emphasize his point.

Terrance was openly rubbing Blair's nude back, but he was unable to keep his eyes off the sexily dressed figure who seemed to be going by a new name these days. Stephanie. Terrance liked that. The name fit her perfectly. Right away he knew that this would work out to his advantage. And while he was strictly old fashioned about who he fucked, he’d noticed a change in the culture these days, with so many of these white boys deciding to be white girls. It was almost hard to tell them apart, which was amusing as hell. Well, it was an amazing time to be living in, Terrance thought. Intrigued now with the situation in the bedroom, the older black man caught Stephanie's eye and asked, "Sweetie pie, why are you looking at me like that? Do you have something on your mind? Or do you just like what you see?"

Frowning, Blair realized that the 12 inch black cock she'd just been fucking was still out in the open and hard as ever. Blowing some sticky dark bangs out of her face, she reached to cover it up with a light bed sheet, which was now tented and all the more eye-catching because it was obvious what was there now.

"Thanks baby." Her boss laughed and slapped the sexy Caucasian butt next to him. Blair gave a yelp as the loud flesh sound rang out. Her boss mused contently, "Now I was under the impression that you were married to a gentleman named Stephen. What happened to all of that?"

There was a small pause on the bed. Then Blair shrugged her shoulders with an exasperated sigh, before looking at her "husband" like she was studying and appreciating all of the work and craftsmanship that was involved in making such a magical transformation occur. It was just then that she caught her first whiff of her mother’s exorbitantly priced perfume – which told her all she needed to know about how this happened. "Who knows? Things change, I guess."

Terrance still found this amusing beyond belief. He laughed at the sight of Blair's frowning face. His wood was still sticking straight up, proudly coated in white married pussy juices. He could tell that the other guy, the younger black man, was really focusing on Blair now, taking it all in, which was fine with Terrance. Suddenly inspired by horniness that seemed to be undiminished during his 61 years, Terrance began pawing Blair's fleshy white backside, his black fingers sliding between her crack, then lovingly squeezing her hips as she crouched there with her protective little pillow. He thought about his wife and how differently she would have reacted in the situation. But a white woman’s natural submissiveness was one of the qualities that attracted him to Blair, among other things.

"Well, you two are welcome to watch," the senior man called out, clearly taking control of the room. "I don't mind. Or if your legs are getting tired, we got room over here. On the bed. Plenty of space. Enough for a whole family. Know what I’m saying?"

For the first time all night, husband and wife agreed on something. No fucking way! There were limits. And that was too far!

While Stephanie felt Reggie’s hand give her round buttocks a strong squeeze, her other half was on the bed, trying to deal with her own handsy suitor. A moment later, Terrance simply grabbed Blair, causing her to drop the pillow so that her plump creamy tits bounced back into view for everyone to see, and then the bigger black man rolled on top of her again in one swift move, his engorged cock no longer encumbered by a bed sheet, and now free to brush against her unprotected white womanhood.

Blair was fit, but she was not a small woman. She had the curves of a fully grown female which were impossible to not notice in her most conservative clothing. But in terms of size, she was nothing compared to her black boss, who might have been tipping the scales at 300 pounds. Or very close.

"Let me up!" she fiercely demanded, visibly upset with being pinned like that in front of an audience. "No, I said no Terrance!"

There was silence for a while as Stephanie continued to bear witness to the tawdry scene on the bed. The heavyset black man was pinning the voluptuous white woman while she continued to struggle and yell. For Stephanie, it vaguely passed in her mind that Blair was calling out for help. But Stephanie knew better than to act. If Blair wanted to invite strangers into their bed, then she might as well face the goddamn consequences.

The man on top of her began attacking her neck with his thick lips. "You taste just like a peach!"

Blair struggled, kicking wildly, the soles of her pink feet flailing in the air. "Not like this, Terrance! I don't want to, not if we're not alone! Not... like... this!"

"They don't mind. And nobody is making them stay if they don't want to see what's about to happen. We’re all adults, Blair."

"I mind! Terrance, get off me, get off me now! I very much fucking mind!" she called up to him while the swollen purple cockhead was suddenly pressing against the folds of her sex once more. Had he no shame? Did he really think that this was suitable behavior?

Her boss wasn't fat. He was just tall and big-boned, with muscle and dark tribal-looking flesh all over. (The first time Blair had met Terrance, she thought him quite unattractive. Animalistic. Though her view, obviously, had dramatically changed over time.) He was just big, big all over. Big feet, big hands, big rump, big shoulders, big head, big eyes and nose and lips, and of course that very big cock of his which was now laying flat across Blair's ivory pale stomach, which was rising and falling in a tumult of confusion as her boss resumed their lovemaking in front of an audience now. With his powerful buttocks clenched in the air, he kissed her along the ears and perfectly white neck, his thick purple lips curling back with laughter, then knowingly hitting all the right spots along Blair's well-traveled erogenous zones.

Now it was Blair's turn to feel uncomfortable and vulnerable in the bedroom. Her heart was pounding.

"Please," she whined, the assertiveness already gone from her voice now as her curvy body helplessly wiggled underneath the jet-black behemoth now. His effect on her, his ability to wield all that raw black sexuality on her, was something that was both exciting and frightening at the same time.

His lips approached her and they kissed. It was a long kiss, and when it was done, he gave her another one of his cocky smiles. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Unconsciously, Blair's hips began to buck at the feeling of Terrance's cock emanating so much heat against her pussy lips again. Still, she pleaded with him to reconsider. "Let's wait until we are alone again."

"It’s fine." His cock nestled against the pink folds again, before pushing forward so that the woman's body was forced to stretch itself out in order to accommodate such a large invader.

"I don't want this," she said, but her voice was now completely subdued and full of defeat. He was inside her again, giving her that sensation of being deeply fulfilled like never before. The friction of his sex organ caused Blair to arch her back and curl her toes in the air. He knew her buttons. The older black man pushed deeper, then slowly withdrew several inches, not wanting to hurt his much smaller sex partner. Blair was silent now, only making slight moans and gasps as the powerful lover caused her to submit to his will —a feeling that Blair had long craved in her private fantasies, and had only experienced for the first time with her boss.

"Much better, just relax Blair, let Terrance make you happy," her boss said, sucking on one of her creamy titties, dragging his teeth over those perfectly erect baby-feeding nipples.

They started fucking on the bed.

Terrance had thoughts of his own. Already he'd made the decision to breed Blair. Call him old fashioned indeed, but the fact that there were fertile-looking women like Blair walking around the world who hadn't been turned into a baby factory almost annoyed Terrance. It pissed him off. He planned to change that. Give her a son, a beautiful black baby that would grow and nurture inside her body, always reminding her of his influence on her life.

Yes, Terrance would breed Blair, maybe tonight, maybe in front of her husband. (Husband? Was that the right word?) Terrance could afford another baby, sure. Blair's first baby would be his seventh child. Breeding a white woman had always been a secret fantasy for Terrance, who normally didn't speak about such things because it offended some of the Sunday church crew who warned their brothers on the life-destroying effects of white women. Terrance wasn't worried about that though. He could handle Blair easily. She always listened to him and did exactly as she was told. He'd heard others refer to her as "bossy" and “demanding” and "stubborn," but around him she was the complete opposite. He had that effect on people. Especially women. Especially white women.

In fact, he'd made the decision to breed Blair the moment he first saw her swaying into the office for her job interview a year ago. For him, she was all tits and ass and plump lips and big eyes and sexy alabaster skin that would turn red went he slapped her and spanked her in the bedroom like the naughty bitch she was. A simple LinkedIn search showed that her husband would be no match for Terrance —if Terrance had set his mind to giving Blair her first black baby.

The CEO remembered the conquest fondly. Blair wasn't the first married wife he'd fucked, but she was special. Seeing her take her first black cock was the closest Terrance had ever gotten to trying hardcore narcotics. He remembered that time they got drunk together after the convention and he fucked her in her hotel room. And he remembered Blair assuring him that it would never happen again, never, only to find herself bent over the surface of his mahogany desk a week later after everyone had left the building. Since he didn't have a condom, she made him promise to pull out before, but Terrance had lied to her and claimed he was no longer fertile. To his utter delight, Blair had stupidly believed him and actually let him cum in her pussy freely.

She told him that he was her first black man —which he already knew. She told him that she was still getting used to his size, that it still hurt her down there. So afterwards, as he watched her pull her cum-stained panties up, and head back to her pathetic jobless husband, he smacked her white ass and told her that they would "work on her BBC skills together."

At the moment, Terrance had her impaled with about half his size, and felt her melting against him, submitting to his natural possessiveness. No longer did she seem to mind that two other people were watching her take his big cock. She'd once jokingly told Terrance that being a CEO with a big cock might make him one of the most attractive people on the planet. He replied that he was also a CEO with a big black cock. Presently, Blair's words were unintelligible, a mixture of coos and whimpers and moans as she stared up at the man who was claiming a deep part of her body, her soul. Her eyes were glassy as the small white feet hooked around Terrance's bulky frame.

"Your body is too much, Blair. Every time I see you I think about how good you look with a black cock lodged in your mouth or pussy,” he said. “My black cock."

“Your black cock... yes,” she whimpered. Eyes dilated, the younger white woman was still looking up at him, her perfect breasts naturally wobbling underneath him as their bodies writhed together.

Suddenly Terrance withdrew himself and looked down with a wry grin. "You're right, wait, we should stop this!"

Outraged, Blair shook her head against the pillow. "No! I need you to fuck me, Terrance!"

They kissed for a while, leaving Stephanie and Reggie to continue watching in amazement, both unable to unglue themselves from their vantage points in the bedroom.

He gave instructions. "Ok, Blair. Now reach between my legs and grab that cock, baby. That's your cock, isn't it? Isn't that what you tell me, all the time?" Terrance waited until he felt the white trembling fingers, reluctant but willing, gently wrap around where his shaft and bulbous head met. "Now where's that black cock go? Put your big Negro dick where you think it belongs the most.”

Blair started to bring Terrance’s member to her soaked lips, begging him to not talk like that to her.

“Shush girl, don't give me no backtalk just because we got a little company tonight."

Enflamed with jealousy, bitterness, and wrath, Stephanie wanted to escape from what was happening, but the eroticism of the pair was undeniable. Blair had never looked as sexy as she did with her black boss. The contrast of their bodies: skin color, race, age, and size — seemed to burn through the many levels of rage Stephanie felt now as a certified sissy cuckold.

"Your wife looking good," Reggie said to Stephanie. "Don’t worry. She seems to be enjoying herself."

This caused Stephanie's anger to redouble as she watched them now through the eyes of a wronged husband. "What a slut!"

"She can't help herself probably," Reggie remarked.

Crossing her arms angrily over her plump breasts, Stephanie stared daggers at the man laying on top of Blair now. Suddenly she hated every inch of his black skin. The asshole didn't even have the decency to wear a condom. Beneath him, trapped, with her skinny arms wrapped around his beefy African torso, Blair grunted as he pushed the tip back into her body. It was a loud grunt, not very ladylike, and not the sort of noise she ever made in the bedroom with her husband. The animalistic sound suggested that this wasn't 100% pleasurable for Blair, taking that fat black schlong, but rather she was trying to get through a powerful cocktail of pleasure and pain.

What was left of Stephen's male ego continued to wither as he watched Blair submit to Terrance’s powerful erotic energy. With the connection between husband and wife, after so many years of marriage, it was almost like Stephen was watching himself get fucked by the older black man.

What did she see in Terrance? Stephen pondered this as the heavy black balls began to rhythmically slap against Blair’s asshole. Her husband had always known that he wasn't packing much between his legs. After all, there was a reason why he'd always avoided taking public showers through his school years; and why he'd always convince girls to let him go down on them because he, "mostly just cared about their pleasure." But Blair had always been adamant that smaller-sized men didn't realize how little of a difference it made to women. That's what she said. Size didn’t matter. That’s what she always said. She must have said that a thousand times during their marriage –so much so that her hubby had actually started to believe her.

But clearly Blair was a lying bitch. Because seeing her with her boss now, grunting and sweating and clawing the sheets and begging him to fuck her with that monster CEO cock —it was so utterly obvious that the bitch had been lying to him the entire time about his small penis. And with the realization of her deception brought another strong emotion into the storm of

Stephanie's mental landscape: a weird satisfaction at seeing his bitch wife finally meet her match in the bedroom.

Stephanie's reverie was interrupted when she felt another big cock press into her backside as Reggie hugged her from behind. He was hard again. He was also watching Blair and Terrance together.

Stephanie stiffened in Reggie’s embrace. The contact of their skin reminded her of her own changed nature – that she was no longer the man in the relationship."What are you doing?"

He ignored her question. "Those two really know how to put on quite a show. That's one freaky white bitch! Baby, I'm glad I didn't leave right away. I'm really glad."

Feeling the cock pulse in the crevice of her round cheeks, Stephanie bit her plump lower lip. "I know, I can feel how glad you are. But can you let me go?"

"Just a second."

Terrance put his hand over Blair's mouth after she started to yell out from his thrusts. He was no longer being as gentle with her.

Several more minutes passed and Stephanie almost didn't even realize that she was still swallowed up in Reggie’s beefy arms, her wounded psyche too fragile to risk unnecessary conflict. "Reggie?"

"I saw your photo from earlier," Reggie pointed to a framed wedding photograph hanging on one of the walls in the bedroom. "You look much better now. Happier. You both do."

They turned toward the bed.

"Fuucckkkkk meeee," Blair squealed, eyes rolled back in her head like a possessed person, with both ankles bouncing on her boss's broad shoulders as he drilled, his cock bottoming out in her shallow pussy. "I'm cumcumcummmmmmminnnnn!"

After taking a wobbly step backwards, Stephanie lost balance, only to fall into Reggie’s arms. Grinning shrewdly, he held her for a moment, and then they kissed slowly, and with lots of feeling this time. Stephanie could tell that she liked his kisses too because she felt her little button swell up in the front again—and even that seemed right, seemed natural, to have a very tiny one instead of a big piece of meat like Reggie’s or Terrance's cocks. A big cock wouldn't have suited her personality at all. No, this was better, cuter, sexier, to have something so small and pink and feminine between her legs. It was just enough for her to play with when she wanted, but not really big enough to please a real woman. For the first time in her life, she actually liked her little girl-cock.

"I feel you," she said with a crooked grin as her hands toyed with the rock hard outline in Reggie’s jeans. "I think he wants to come out and play again!"

"Feel you too, baby," Reggie said, surprising her by reaching under her dress and rubbing the front of her bulged silk.

Stephanie started to succumb to Reggie’s manly touching, her eyes instinctively traveling back to the scene on the bed.

By now Blair and her boss were lost in a distant world. She was sucking him off. Blair was bare ass naked sitting on her pretty feet with her back to the bedroom door. Her head was buried in the black man's crotch. Terrance was leaning against the headboard and looked up while Blair kept fellating him. Giving Stephanie a playful wink, Terrance seized Blair's ponytail and started pumping her head back and forth. Even Stephanie had to admit that Blair looked incredibly hot while sitting her nice ass on her beautiful small feet.

It wasn't until her dress was being pushed up her waist that Stephanie realized Reggie had already removed his shirt and pants so that he now stood behind her in his boxers. Then he pulled her panties to the side so that her button was sticking straight up in arousal. They were facing each other. Both were looking down. By positioning his cock over her little baby instrument, Reggie was able to show that Stephanie's total length and width was easily eclipsed by only the spongy purple helmet that was already leaking pre-cum again.

"See? See the difference?"

Stephanie nodded slowly, amazed by looking down at the great contrast of their sexes. "Wow. Kind of hot."

Reggie agreed, playfully smacking her smooth pink dicklet a few times. "You're not even as big as my head. You're a tiny little girl. Sorry to break the news, baby."

Stephanie blushed and decided she couldn't wait any longer.

As she hungrily sank to her knees, she heard Blair moaning from what sounded like a big cock being slapped against the sides of her face.

"Well," Stephanie thought to herself, "two can play at that game, bitch!"

This time there was zero hesitation and her mouth was literally watering as her knees hit the floor. She looked up at the man.

With a slight nod of his head, he gave his approval for her to service him.

The submission was sinking deeply into her and she leaned forward to give her mouth to him. It was even warmer and more full of life than she remembered. While Reggie placed a heavy hand on the top of her head, it suddenly occurred to her that she actually liked sucking cock, that it was one of the hottest things she'd ever done in the bedroom. Until now, she'd always thought sucking cock was meant to give pleasure to the man only. But instead, she found that it was the reverse in her case, that she felt far more comfortable being the one on her knees and bobbing her head in a lap. The fact that her own little nub was rock hard too was almost entirely not important. Just being down here, paying homage to a man like Reggie, listening to Reggie’s pleasurable moans and praises, was like more than she could have ever hoped for. And for a while, she totally forgot that Blair was in the same room.

"That's it, be my little cocksucker. Show me how sexy you."

"Grrrmpmmphhh, grrrmmmmmphh, grrrmmmphhhh," Stephanie said, aware of her position as she worshiped his cock with her mouth.

After his big balls slapped against her chin a few times, Reggie said, "Damn you look sexy!

Just like your wife! Show us you got white girl power!"

Stephanie knew that he liked eye contact. Because when their eyes met again she was not surprised to feel the mouth-expanding cock meat jerk and twitch excitedly. She felt him put both of his hands on her head now. He was holding her, controlling her, not letting her move until he was finished. As he began to pump his powerful hips back and forth, assaulting her beautiful face, he said, "Fuck your mouth feels so good down there. You were made for this, baby, to let me fuck you like this."

Stephanie fiercely blushed at the compliment, thinking how weird it was that not long ago hearing these words would have caused her to be violent, but now it only sent little shivers of female excitement down her girly spine. She was breathing rapidly through her nose, her pink nostrils expanding and contracting with the rhythm of Reggie’s hips now. She had both her hands on his muscular legs, closing her eyes every time the heavy black balls slapped against her chin. Then he pulled it out to admire all the saliva she'd produced for lubrication.

"Messy little girl," Reggie said with a happy grin. He patted her head, held his palm against her cheek. "You want this back in your mouth. Don't you?"

Stephanie tried to answer but was caught off guard when she was smacked in the face by Reggie’s heavy equipment. He smacked her a few more times, but the very last one was so hard that it felt like she'd been slapped by somebody's hand. He must have realized that she was on the verge of tears again, because soon he was soothingly caressing her lovely cheek, "Aw, come on, Stephanie. Don't be like that. Just open up. Get this black dick in your mouth. You'll feel better, girl."

She did too. She parted her lips, for a moment actually hating Reggie. But as soon as she captured him again in her mouth, felt the big swollen head slide over her tongue so that the incredibly veiny shaft could pulse crazily against her lips, she knew that hating this man was an exercise of futility. So sitting there on her knees, she let him take over, trying to empty her mind of all thoughts as he fucked her face, slapped her on both cheeks, encouraged her to stick her tongue out and nibble on the wrinkled prickly skin of his balls while the beautiful white face provided the perfect resting spot for his enormous black erection.

"That's right, suck those balls."

Stephanie's eyes shot up, her face half obscured by his dark erection.

"Ready for your treat? You hungry?"

She knew that he was getting close since she could feel his body start to tighten up like it had earlier that night. She needed a break too. Since her jaws and neck were starting to feel sore, the news that Reggie was about to cum was much welcomed. But when Stephanie opened her eyes, she saw something which made her want to die on the spot.

"Look at you go!" said Blair, beaming down a smile at her like a proud parent, or older sister. "Wow, I don't know who's been training you. But you're a natural at this!"

Stephanie's face was fire as she kept her lips tightly wrapped around the crown of the black penis. She paused in her service of Reggie to see that Blair was still looking down at her with an expression that combined excitement with curiosity and pity.

"She sure is," Reggie let out. Then he gripped her head again with so much pressure Stephanie thought that he might break her skull. "I've been training her to suck cock. Got me a star pupil too!"

The wash of shame and humiliation came back, and this time it was made several fold by Blair's critical eyes. She felt the heat on her face even as she continued to work the large black dong with her lips and tongue. Closing her eyes, she increased the tempo of her sucking, and was primed for when the man would release inside her mouth. While bobbing her pigtails back and forth, she realized how quickly Reggie had forced her into accepting the role of a subservient female —making her wish that she could hit a button to disappear from the world now.

Instead, Reggie’s grip only got tighter as he pushed his cock further past her lips and tongue and throat. Stephanie opened her eyes for a brief second. Blair was still watching intently as Stephanie felt the first hot jet of liquid fire out the tip. Reggie groaned. The heat of his passion flooded her throat until she was gagging, coughing, making lots of noises. For the second time that night her mouth was filled up by Reggie’s baby batter, warm and thick and salty. Way too much to swallow at once. Unable to contain all of his babies, she began coughing and trying to back away, needing a moment to catch her breath before the black cock choked her to death.

"Swallow that shit. Swallow," Reggie growled, displeased by what he saw as a lack of commitment to giving him pleasure. Then, as he saw her throat start to work up and down, he patted her head again lovingly, "Good girl, that's my good girl. Take your time. I told you that you wouldn't stay hungry around me."

Blair laughed at Stephanie's comical attempt in dealing with so much man juice. "Well Stephen was always terrible at sex, but Stephanie seems to be quite a little vixen!"

Stephanie's cheeks glowed hot red now as the big slippery dong was pulled out of her mouth. She had a slightly glazed look in her eyes now as most of her face was covered in a mixture of drool and cum from the giant African balls. And she took a second to get her breath back under control while the spent ebony monster of Reggie’s cock dangled triumphantly a few inches away from her pert nose.

"I think she’s falling in love with you, brother," Terrance's voice could be heard saying nearby.

Stephanie didn't want to look, but when she did she saw Terrance and Blair standing next to each other, both completely naked. They stared down at her now.

Amused, Blair's eyes sparkled at the spectacle that she'd just witnessed. Stephanie remained on her knees, unsure of what to do next. She didn't like how things had turned rough with Reggie, especially because she was trying her best to make him happy. And she especially didn't like Blair being there, watching her become a totally new person, totally degraded, who seemed to be something of a slut. But to make matters worse, despite all the shame and self-loathing, she had to admit that she'd never been as hard as she was right now. Her little girl-cock throbbed and craved attention. She knew that getting Blair to help her out was probably out of the question right now, so all she needed was a few minutes of bathroom privacy so that she could get her relief and a sense of clarity.

"Have you fucked her yet?" asked Blair with nonchalance.

"No, not yet," Reggie said, turning his attention to Blair's perfect figure. Both black men were completely naked, while Blair kept on her thong and Stephanie was still wrapped in her feminine dress, heels, corset, wig, and lingerie.

"You two gonna get married?" Terrance asked in a teasing way, holding Blair by the waist now. "Cute couple."

“Very cute,” Blair said.

"We might," Reggie said in a neutral tone. "You gonna come to the wedding?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," smiled Blair. Then she asked again, "Are you going to

fuck her then?" "Definitely."

"When though?" asked Terrance.

"Soon. Why come?" said Reggie.

"Just curious," said Blair with a weird look in her eyes now. "I guess I'd like to watch. Is that weird?"

"Not at all," said Terrance in a good-natured way. "She’s damn sexy. I'd watch that also.

Shit, I'd pay cold hard cash for that little party."

Reggie’s eyebrow arched with dollar signs. "How much?"

Reggie nodded and then turned his broad fleshy backside to the other three while he fished his leather wallet out of his slacks. He counted some bills and then said, "Six hundred, I got six hundred in cash right now."

"That'll do!" Reggie said, giving his unit several tugs so that it started to rise again. Just like that the big cock was once again bobbing with life between his legs.

A little light headed, Stephanie still wasn't sure what was going on as she watched the two men exchange the cash. She was afraid that if she stood up now she'd get dizzy and fall. But with her head at the height of their waistlines, it was difficult not to at least notice how beautiful and intimidating a long thick purple-headed black cock looked casually bouncing between their legs.

"What are you staring at, babe?" Blair asked, causing her mortified husband to turn away in absolute self-disgust. "I saw that! I saw!"

Feeling the humiliation pierce all the way down, Stephanie was surprised when a pair of big, rough hands drew her to a standing position. It was Reggie. With zero effort, he lifted her off her feet and sent her flying through the air until she bounced, several times, on the disheveled bed.

"Hey watch it!" Stephanie complained after being manhandled like that.

"Is this really happening?" Blair said, coming forward to watch.

Looking down at the bed, Reggie reached for his cock and gave it a few more pumps.

Already he was completely hard. "Ya'll paid good money for a show, so that's what you're going to get!"

"This is crazy!" Blair said with a hoot of female disbelief.

Wordlessly, the man started to peel off Stephanie's dress and heels, so that for the first time Blair could see the eye-catching lingerie beneath, which did a lot to enhance the alabaster curvatures.

"Holy shit!" Blair applauded from the sidelines. "I seriously find it disturbing that you look better than me in that outfit. I'm not sure how I never noticed what a great ass you have, sweetie. And those tits...legs... Stephanie, you really went all out to make yourself look pretty for your boyfriend!"

Then there were two people on the bed. Through clenched teeth Stephanie told him to get off of her; and ineffectively pushed at his shoulders while he pressed his warmness and hardness down onto her so that she could feel his manhood laying across her belly button. The whole time Stephanie was protesting, her body writhing underneath his weight while Reggie nibbled up her neck, inhaling the pleasant feminine aroma. Her fingers dug into Reggie’s waist and tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand away from her pink hard-on.

"What's wrong with your girlfriend?" Terrance asked, his arm protectively wrapped around Blair's tight waist as the couple watched Reggie force Stephanie to yield. "I think you gotta increase your mojo, my brother."

"My mojo is fucking fine. Fuck that." Reggie started to rub her erection through her panties in a circular motion, masturbating her just like a real woman. Then his voice took on a more serious tone, making his words sound like a threat. “Don't fight it!"

A tear fell down Stephanie's cheek as his words hit her hard. Passively, she continued to lay flat on the bed, her eyes begging him to stop this at once. But ultimately it wasn't Reggie who broke through her resistance. Rather, she found Blair on the bed next to her. The divine scent of Blair's expensive soaps reached Stephanie's nostrils first, and then she felt a pair of soft, warm lips press against her mouth. They were kissing, locked in a sweet and beautiful kiss. While Reggie kept masturbating her with little circles, Blair was leaning over so that her voluminous hair blocked out all of the light in Stephanie's eyes. The familiar taste of Blair's mouth caused Stephanie's arousal to increase several fold and she started to involuntarily move her hips on the bed.

"Oooh, wait... we shouldn't... no, this is wrong," Stephanie moaned, finding it increasingly difficult to enunciate her words. While Blair continued their French kissing session on the bed,

Stephanie felt someone else clamp her hand around what felt like a man's enormous cock. Now her halfhearted attempts to get up were being replaced with a sense of unbelievable arousal at being the object of so much attention.

"Some girl-on-girl action!" Terrance enthused, also stroking himself at the sight of Blair's bare pale ass pushed up in the air while she made out with Stephanie. If there was a better receptacle for a black man's baby batter, Terrance had failed to see it yet.

"Blair?" They needed to stop, but the inertia was too great. Stephanie sensed that she was about to lose herself completely and forever, that a part of herself was about to die. That thought both terrified her and aroused her beyond comprehension.

Now Blair's tongue explored every crevice of the other's mouth. "Shhh, just relax. It's alright. I only want you to be happy."

Stephanie momentarily gawked at the warm lead pipe she was gripping onto. Reggie’s cock was nearly as thick as her wrist. It looked so appealing to her, so big, dark, different, and masculine. The man was uncircumcised and she was instinctively working some of the skin up and down his helmet. From his hardness she could tell that his cock and balls were aching badly from the painful erection she'd given him.

"How it feel baby?" the man asked her.

She glanced up at his deep Negro features, aware of her vulnerability on the bed now. The humiliation of having Blair watch her assume such a feminine role made her face burn, but the desire was still there to do as she was told by Reggie.

"I think it's time," someone in the room said.

There was a laugh. "Me too."

Hands, very capable hands, grabbed her ankles and Stephanie was pulled until her round

butt was at the very edge of the bed. Stephanie closed her eyes in fear and trepidation, having a vague sense of what was about to happen next. Her heart was beating like a drum as she felt someone pull her panties to the side, then start to insert a cool gelatinous substance into her virgin hole. She could tell that it was a finger and she gasped as the invading digit was pushed knuckle deep.

Stephanie opened her eyes again.

"It's okay, I'm right here," said Blair with a loving smile as she caressed the other's feminized face, which had become slightly distorted with apprehension. “You’re fine, you’re okay.”

More of that cool substance was pushed and spread into Stephanie's warm hole as she looked for Blair for guidance and support.

"Try to enjoy this." Blair began lightly running her finger over Stephanie's lips, face, arms, thighs, and panties. She even played with the spongy pink nub for a few more moments until Stephanie seemed to relax more and more, her mind finally starting to accept what was going to happen now.

"Damn this bitch tight!" Reggie announced.

Stephanie flinched when she felt something hard make contact with her bottom. She knew exactly what it was. She knew it would hurt some and her increased rate of breathing made wearing the corset all the more difficult. At the same time, Blair was still helping — holding one of Stephanie's ankles up in the air, allowing Reggie to hold the other ankle while giving his swollen shaft a generous coat of lube. Terrified and unable to believe something so big could fit inside her little hole, Stephanie began to panic.

"Wait, I don't think I'm ready for this!" she implored the three sets of eyes watching her intently now. It felt like she was surrounded by vampires.

"Once I get it all in, you'll love it," Reggie assured the nervous sexpot on the bed. "Yeah, just relax," Blair coached.

Stephanie looked at a naked Reggie in all his glory. A gorgeous and athletic, black, masculine body, with a black cock that any man or horse would have been proud to have. Thankfully the man grabbed even more lube and rubbed it all over her girl-cock too. Then the man stroked the smooth dicklet for just a moment, added more lube to her ass, and said, "Once I get going, you can touch your little clitty, if you ask nicely."

Stephanie tensed as she felt the head of his cock replace his finger. He pushed slowly into her tight boy pussy. It was excruciating. She felt the stretched ring of her opening slide over the wide crown of his penis head. Then the ring snapped closed tight behind it, around the black shaft, trapping him in her body. Tears of pain came to Stephanie's angelic eyes as more of Reggie inched his way into her most private hole.

Reggie smiled down at her. “That's good, girl."

She grunted with the invasion and tried to focus on something else. With everyone still watching, Reggie slowly worked his way deeper into virgin territory. Fortunately, he was patient and generous with the lube. But Stephanie refused to open her eyes now for fear of seeing how much was left to go. Eventually, she felt Reggie’s entire width and length go all the way to the hilt, causing the man to groan in appreciation. "That’s it! Fuck, bitch, fuck you're tight!"

"You did it!" Blair whispered in celebration and support, now squeezing Stephanie's hand to show support and female solidarity. "See, I told you that it wasn't so bad!"

Wasn’t so bad? It felt like a hot thick poker had just been rammed into Stephanie’s ass. Her entire lower half was on fire. Her eyes watered as her violated asshole spread to accommodate Reggie’s thick cock.

"I'm so proud of you, girl!"

As though hypnotized, Stephanie watched the big shaft push deeper, disappearing inside as her body arched upward to meet it, her pretty painted toenails curling in the air. The heavy Negroid features of Reggie’s face were concentrating intently on what he was doing, his carved ass muscles bunching as he pushed harder. Stephanie grunted in terrible pain, placing her hands against his chest in an attempt to control his entry. Reggie ignored her efforts, pushing deeper. His hands were locked around her legs now, spreading them nice and wide.

Blair seemed thrilled by what she was witnessing. Proud as a PTA parent. "He's inside you now, dear. Doesn't that feel amazing?"

"After a while, you'll get more pleasure out of your boy-cunt than your clitty," Reggie said with the air of an expert. "Now just relax and enjoy me fucking you good, sexy."

He did it with long, maddeningly slow strokes, resting on his hands and watching her facial expression intently as though observing her internal struggles with her desires. This went on for a full ten minutes, until her slender, supple body was trembling and quaking with her need. His pace didn't increase and his expression never changed. Reggie had staying power. That was for sure. He kept it up until the small intermittent noises she'd been making, now came continuously, sounding almost pitiful. Suddenly she was staring up into his face with pleading, beautiful eyes.

"What's wrong, baby?" the black man was asking her.

With Reggie’s cock battering the gates to her bottom, Stephanie was overwhelmed by the overload of inputs her brain was receiving from her body. There was pain, but there was something sweet mixed in with it. When she looked down between her legs she could see his large bull-scrotum swaying, banging against her nether parts. With each jab into her, Stephanie felt her passage opening up and surrendering, more and more.

Soon she worked up the courage to ask, “Can I touch my clitty?"

Reggie laughed out loud. "Sure thing, bitch. You earned it. You still sexy as fuck."

Stephanie shut her eyes and jerked off thinking about how her mouth and ass and mind had been conquered by this superior being. It didn't take her long to cum a few globs into her hand.

Reggie was starting to thrust faster and deeper, using the tight hole to achieve another orgasm.

"I'll be damned," observed Terrance, feeling like he was getting every cent out of his six hundred dollar investment. "This is some freaky shit and I love it!"

Blair smirked down. "She does seem to enjoy putting on a little show. What an attention whore!"

The first fucking felt like an eternity and Stephanie could barely make out the other voices in the room now. Reggie kept banging into her violently, stretching her out for his pleasure. After her climax, her clit had shrunken as if it was trying to retreat back into her body. Looking down, she saw the pink nub lifelessly flopping around every time the black cock buried itself into the depths of her smooth white body.

She was beyond words. Stephanie had never experienced anything like this in her life. She never knew her body was able to generate these sensations. Now she was clearly grunting with each thrust until her breath and the man’s thrusts were linked. Reggie dropped his hands from her legs and leaned forward to lay claim to her mouth which she granted him without hesitation. Her hands went to the man's shoulders as if they were trying to limit the thrusting and she bent her knees and locked her ankles around his back to show that he had full access to her body.

"Get a room you two," Blair joked while her boss aggressively grabbed her waist. She turned to look up at him with a challenging glare. "Um, can I help you?"

"You look better when you’re on your hands and knees,” her boss said, manhandling her flawless porcelain body. It seemed like the old black bull had been inspired while watching Stephanie become a woman. So Terrance made quick work of adjusting Blair on the bed, forcing her head down into the pillows so that her curvaceous ass was now hiked up in the air. She was “presenting” herself to him now. In the doggystyle position, Blair was also just a few inches away from where Stephanie was being de-flowered. There was little doubt about Terrance's desire to "join the party."

Just then Stephanie found herself also being flipped over onto her stomach, then pulled onto all fours, perfectly mirroring Blair. On opposite sides, both of them had their feet dangling over the edge of the bed, and their shame-filled faces were nearly close enough so that they could kiss in the middle of the bed.

Their eyes met, husband and wife, and for a second it looked like both were really suddenly freaked out by what was happening. Blair, especially, didn't look happy, being forced into the same submissive position as her husband, while also being exposed in front of Reggie, a perfect stranger. Her frustration was showing in the color of her cheeks now. She almost looked like a different person. That teasing, mocking, carefree attitude from earlier was replaced now with visible apprehension as Terrance and Reggie loomed over the legally married white couple on the bed. On top of that, judging from the deep chuckles of the men, Terrance and Reggie seemed to be getting off on watching Blair and Stephanie process what was happening to each other.

"Face down, ass up!" Reggie remarked poetically, his big hands running over Stephanie's smooth, full thighs and buttocks.

Then Terrance slapped one of Blair's pale buttocks so hard that it immediately left his giant handprint on her behind. "That's how I like to fuck!"

It was all so surreal. At least for the married couple. Neither one seemed prepared for this moment where they'd both be sharing a bed with two well-endowed African American men. Still on all fours, Stephanie looked over at her wife's heart-shaped face and could barely believe this was happening despite the reluctance of the two females. Up close, Stephanie could see the same pair of gorgeous eyes that had once glittered at "her" from underneath a wedding veil. All of that, now, seemed like a million years ago. Now, a low, persuasive voice was telling Blair to arch her back right now. Blair looked angry and broken at the same time.

"Blair, are you okay?" Stephanie whispered.

She could see Blair's amazed expression as Terrance entered her pussy from behind, widening her with his giant Negro tool, inch by pink inch, like no man had ever done before.

"You okay, Blair?"

It didn't matter. Stephanie couldn't help Blair, even if she had wanted to. They were already past the point of no return. Besides, Stephanie had her own set of strong issues to deal with. Taking a man like Reggie was almost more than she could stand... Behind her she felt full lips brush against the nape of her lily neck and she yielded to the temptation to moan ever so slightly at the sensation. Strong Black hands caressed her hips and full ass as Reggie took in the sight of the married couple erotically thrusting their plump white buttocks back at the men.

"Damn look at these two fine-ass PAWGs!" said Reggie.

"Pogs?" asked the older black man, rubbing his cock all over Blair's perfect pale ass. "PAWGS, brother," said Reggie. "Phat Ass White Girls! Just look at them!"

While Reggie added more lubrication to Stephanie's hole, she averted her eyes in shame.

Between her legs hung the tight pink balls and soft, floppy girl-cock, everything smooth and white.

"Terrance, baby, please," Blair cried out, "not so rough, baby. I'm begging you."

"You know I can't help myself with this perfect little pussy," the older black man said, giving her a healthy slap to the rump while he chuckled.

Just then Stephanie felt Reggie mount her again, felt the heat of his cock at the entrance of her hole. A violent slap to her lower back told her to drop lower, thus arching her ass higher and wider for the man.

"There ya' go baby. Don't you dare move a muscle. I'm going to enjoy this!"

Then he was inside her again. Stephanie felt the black anaconda of Reggie’s cock mercilessly stretching her out, claiming the most private parts of her body, plunging into a sacred part of her female psyche which burned with an intensity that sent shivers down her silk-encased spine.

"Goddamn!" Reggie cheered. "So warm and tight!"

Stephanie was trying to tell him to go slow but her breathing was still too fast. The fucking corset was not her best friend right now.

"That's it baby, take that big cock, milk those balls! I know you like this, bitch. Look at you. You were made to take my big cock!"

Her anal walls were stretched in a way they had never been stretched before. Nerve endings inside her body were being stimulated with each violent plunge inward. It was a completely new experience and she had to surrender herself to it. That was the only way to survive.

"That's it, baby," Reggie said, digging his hands into her hips. "Now bounce that ass for me. Bounce that juicy ass on my cock!”

Stephanie gasped loudly as he fed her more inches. She could actually feel her stomach cramping around him as he stirred her insides and she felt bloated when she clenched her ass muscles around his thickness. Shaking and moaning in ecstasy, she fell forward into the bed, the strength leaving her skinny, smooth arms, with Reggie’s hands firmly keeping her ass high in the air for him to plunder.

"This some prime pussy. You going to make me fall in love," Reggie announced as she felt him start to hammer her ass until her whole body was aflame. "You sure this is your first cock? You must be one of them natural bitches!"

Glancing up, she saw Blair in the same provocative pose. Like sisters, they were still in the doggystyle position. Now Blair's heavy natural tits were swinging below her torso as her boss rhythmically fucked her from behind. The difficulty of accommodating such a large-sized lover was written all over the features of Blair's face. Then the bed began to squeak loudly and rapidly as the well-muscled males started to vigorously pick up their pace, each man enchanted by the sight of their long black schlongs disappearing and reappearing –as soft, vulnerable, white butt cheeks rippled on enticing impact.

At some point Blair stopped fighting it also. Her eyes were wide open and she was breathing really fast. She was making little squeaky noises through her breaths. It was mesmerizing. Stephanie had no idea how, but both her and Blair were now taking all of their lover's enormous cocks. Both were grunting like bitches in heat, and when Blair saw her watching, the brunette just smiled, looked right at her, and brought their lips into a deep, passionate kiss.

"Holy fuck!" one of the men said.

"They're so cute together," the other man said. It was Reggie. “Look at that kissing!” "Maybe they should marry each other!"

The men kept laughing.

The pair broke from kissing and dropped their heads. There was no escaping this, so Stephanie tried her best to stay relaxed to relieve some of the pain.

"Damn this pussy is so tight," Reggie said, keeping his fingers firmly wrapped around her neck now. His cock slammed against her body again and the sound was distinctive and wet."You like that, baby? You like that big cock?"

"Oh, yes, yes yes yes," Stephanie found herself whimpering, completely broken.

For a brief second she saw that Terrance was watching her now as he fucked Blair. The man's eyes were almost sadistic while he drilled Blair's tight hole, causing her to produce an embarrassing queef sound every time he pushed himself back inside her.

“This pussy is talking to me!” Terrance announced, enjoying each time Blair’s pussy farted around his cock.

Soon slapping noises filled the room. Unable to keep their heads up, the women were no longer kissing, but merely rubbing shoulders together with each thrust that kept their toes permanently curled. Reggie and Terrance grunted as well from the tightness of the holes they were literally re-sizing. The large room had become an echo chamber for the dominant group sex on the bed.

They changed positions several times as the lust-crazed men sought new ways to enjoy the sexual degradation of their reluctant partners. With Reggie’s natural strength, Stephanie found herself easily giving into whatever uncomfortable body contortion the black man wanted to try, so that at one point she couldn't tell the difference between her legs and her arms.

In a moment of flashy showmanship, Reggie lifted her off the bed while keeping her firmly lodged on his member. Enormous dark hands cupped the meaty white flesh of her backside. In this fashion, Stephanie had no choice but to cling to his strong neck while he showed off his African muscle and stamina by fucking her in the standing position, lifting her up just high enough that she remained impaled on his rigid member, then allowing her to sink back down with an unforgiving force. Thankfully most of the painful friction and tearing was gone so that it was easier to focus on the pleasurable effects of the big cock inside her. She’d never felt so vulnerable. But with each deep penetration, with each humiliating sexual position, it was like she could feel the last remnants of her masculinity being removed. And she knew the transformation was permanent. No going back after this.

Off to the side, she saw Terrance lying on the bed, with his muscular legs planted on the floor, watching Blair's ass. She was squatting, facing the door, as she lowered her bare pussy onto the thickest cock Stephanie had ever seen. Blair had managed to force about half of it into herself, and there must have been a good five or six inches still outside her. The thing was as thick around as a soda can and it made Blair's pussy lips stretch obscenely as the poor white woman pushed down, grunting as she worked another black inch inside her. She sounded like she was giving birth in the delivery room. The worst part was that she was looking Stephanie straight in the eyes now.

The stare was reciprocated.

A change had come over Blair so that there wasn't a scintilla of embarrassment or regret. Only a look of intense concentration (mixed with feverish lust) as she slowly pushed down, impaling herself inch, by inch, until the veiny black thing was completely embedded in her distended pussy.

Stephanie closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them up she found herself back on the bed. She felt Reggie’s bodyweight on top of her as he kissed her neck, ears, and finally her mouth, where he started jamming his tongue as deep into her throat as possible.

"Tell me you like my cock!" Reggie had her back on her hands and knees again, already pressing that big pleasure-giving mushroom against her battered slit. "Tell me you love my cock, baby!"

Despite everything that had already happened, she still felt weird about saying the words out loud —especially in a room that contained Blair. She glanced over to check. Blair wasn't paying attention at all. Not at all. And Stephanie marveled at the sight of Blair's big firm tits wobbling in the air as she rode her hulking black bull of a lover. That was all she needed to see. "I like your cock, Reggie."

Unconsciously, she started to wiggle her pale ass in the air. It's transformation over the past several months was remarkable. The corset only enhanced the illusion of natural femininity.

He laughed.

"Fuck your sexy little white body makes me hard." He knelt behind her, reaching around the front of her panties to find that she was sporting a 3-inch hard-on. "You little slut! I fucking knew it! Now tell me you want my seed!"

The expectation of being full again made her sob with arousal. "Can I touch my clitty?"

"No! Not yet," he demanded harshly. "After a while, you'll be getting far more pleasure out of your boy-cunt than your girl-cock."

Stephanie felt his possessive hands on her hips and she instinctively arched her back as much as possible, trying to entice him to mount her again.

The black man smiled down at the beautiful sight below. "You want this BBC, sexy?" "Yes," she said automatically.

“Say it.”

“Please, please give me your BBC!”

"Good. I’m going to make you my special little BBC slut. Now tell me how badly you want my seed in your body, slut!"

Stephanie could hear a slurping noise as Terrance slid in and out of Blair's wetness. Only now, instead of feeling anger or jealousy, Stephanie felt a strange sense of competition with Blair—wanting to know that she could pleasure her man just as well as Blair could. "I want, I want... your seed, Reggie!"

He smirked down at her. "You can do better, white slut."

"I. WANT. YOUR. BBC. SEED!" she cried out, craving more pleasure in her wanton body. "Please fuck me, baby!"

From behind he began to rub the head of his cock against her well-lubricated boy-pussy and pressed himself forward. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, slut, white slut! From now on you're going to be my personal little whore!"

This time, he slid in without any resistance at all, as Stephanie opened fully to accept him. She was his. Owned. It felt natural. A moment later, and he was buried in her bowels completely, pausing for only a few seconds before slowly withdrawing most of his cock and then sliding forward. Stephanie, her mouth planted in the pillows, could only give an exclamation of "MMMmmmm..." as she felt Reggie’s invading fuck tool begin to slowly pump in and out of her well-stretched boy-pussy in a slow rhythm.

"Fuck I love riding you, slut." He started to pump in and out of his new submissive partner, her head still buried in the pillows as she moaned like the cock-loving slut she was. He was on his knees, but he was still looming tall over her.

And from the looks of it, Stephanie was enjoying herself thoroughly as her distended lips clung wetly to the coal-black skin of Reggie’s cock.

She gave herself over to it, no longer caring how quickly things had gotten out of hand tonight. Having sex as a girl was infinitely better than anything she had ever experienced in the bedroom as a boy. She grunted as the tempo of his fucking accelerated, her boy-pussy now completely distended by the BBC that drove into her relentlessly. And as her hole loosed up, Reggie started to speed up his strokes. The man's cock was now rubbing against her prostate, giving her a feeling like she'd never experienced. The feeling was similar to needing to urinate. Seconds felt like minutes as the pleasure kept building and building for her. Then, as she reached the peak of pleasure, her entire body tingled and her mind went completely numb as she felt her prostate shoot a stream of liquid out of her girl-cock hitting her flat tummy. She was shocked! It was the first time that she'd ever orgasmed without touching herself and right away she knew that it was her new favorite way to cum. Unlike before, the orgasm seemed to spread over her entire body and she began to whimper and cry in her female submission.

"That's it slut, take that cock white bitch!"

Her pale ass was still slapping against Reggie’s abdomen as he jack hammered her into deeper oblivion. She was moaning continuously as another sissy orgasm inexorably approached, and she felt her pussy began to spasm and squeeze the huge cock, pulling it still deeper into her. Though her eyes were tightly closed, she could see stars exploding against her eyelids, and she screamed incoherently as her second female climax took over.

"That's right, milk my cock!"

Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, she managed to glance over her shoulder where she saw Reggie’s face scrunch up. She knew he was about to cum. "Please, please cum inside me!" she begged the man.

That was all he needed to hear. The black man shoved himself as deeply as he could into Stephanie one more time and she felt him explode. Jet after jet of his hot thick semen shot into the deep recesses of her body as her piercing cries of pleasure echoed around the room. As the last ejaculation left him, he began to fuck the now-sloppy pussy without losing his hard-on. He kept up the pace for about 3 minutes and then he grabbed her hips and pulled her tight against his stomach, giving her a few more thick ropes before finally pulling out.

Stephanie was in a daze and collapsed on the spot, not having the energy to even lower her haunches, which were now soaked as Reggie’s seed oozed out of her battered hole. Meanwhile, Reggie got dressed and didn't bother cleaning the mess he made. And when she finally managed to get her breath back, the tall black man already had one foot out the door.

But the room wasn't empty.

On the soiled bed still, Stephanie was just now noticing that Blair was getting fucked against a bedroom wall. She was bent over at the waist, holding her ankles. Terrance stood behind, his enormous ass muscles facing the bed. Blair was moaning constantly now, her hair covering her face, pinned against the surface of the wall. She sounded like she was in turmoil, a sexual banshee. Occasionally Terrance would withdraw enough so that Stephanie could see Blair's ass cheeks still jiggling from being treated like an obnoxious nail that won't go into the wall. Terrance started to pick up his pace, rubbing her round pale ass, slapping her meat. Like Reggie had, Terrance had worked up a healthy sweat and his black skin glistened as he worked with animal determination.

"That's it, Blair. Shake that ass on my cock. Twerk for me, girl. Show me that you've finally learned how to ride a big black cock!"

Blair was close. And after a few more strong pumps — Stephanie could tell that she was now watching Blair reach her climax. Her toned legs and ass were trembling like crazy as her body exploded with a tremendous orgasm.

"I thought you said that you didn't know how to twerk," Terrance said, having to hold Blair by her waist as she lost muscular control and helplessly twitched against his body. "That's it, Blair. You enjoy yourself. You earned that orgasm, with your sexy white body."

Her boss started to hammer again, not letting Blair get her senses back. Stephanie was wondering how long Terrance could keep it up, and then the older man pushed hard against Blair and let out a loud groan. He stayed against her and Stephanie saw his enormous barnyard-animal-ass muscles flex as he pushed deeper. Then Terrance pulled out and let go of the white creature, allowing her to drop while his black cock was softening and glistening.

"Thanks! Shower time!"

Blair slumped down onto the floor when he let her go. Her pale body ravaged and spread open as she laid face down, exhausted. Not unlike Stephanie, she seemed to be covered and filled with her lover's fluids, as copious amounts of Terrance's seed unabashedly trickled out of her womb and down her curvaceous thighs. Wanting to help, Stephanie got off the bed and went over. Crouching down, it suddenly hit Stephanie that the older black man had just filled Blair with his DNA. Then she felt a surge of panic that Blair could end up pregnant from this unprotected fucking. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she just sat there, then found herself in a comforting embrace with Blair, both of their white skin sticky with sweat and sin.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing that came to Stephanie's tired little mind.

"Why are you sorry?" Blair wondered. "That was amazing. Strange. Unexpected. But also amazing!"

"But what if..." She couldn't bear to even express the word out loud. "I mean, for us?"

"Us?" Blair laughed, causing an involuntary queef sound that made them both giggle like school girls. "Silly, I love you, and I always will love you, as a person. And it might take some time, but I actually love your new 'look.' So please don't worry about me never loving you."

"But not as your hus—"

She shook her head sternly. "No, of course not."

Stephanie looked down and saw her breasts jostling in their lace cages. There was no coming back from tonight, even she could see that.

Just then the door to the master bathroom opened and a great bear of a man waltzed out of the steam, wearing only a white towel wrapped around his powerful waist. Terrance smiled when he saw the two freshly fucked feminine creatures crouching on the floor together, comforting one another with whispers and hugs. "Bathroom is free, ladies. I know that I don't normally spend the night, but on account of some changes lately, I was thinking maybe it would be okay tonight. That is, after we change those fucking sheets!"

He laughed, surveying the crime scene of a bed now.

Blair slowly got to her feet, then pulled Stephanie up next to her. Speaking for them both now, she said, "Sure baby, I was just talking to this one here and we've reached a new understanding under this roof. Now baby, why don’t you go downstairs while the girls freshen up. The refrigerator is full. And we’ll come down when we are ready.”

“You had me at refrigerator,” Terrance said, whistling as he left the bedroom.

Blair turned to the person who used to be her husband. “And you, girl, you okay with that?” Stephanie saw the arch of Blair's eyebrow and instantly knew that it was helpless to pretend that this wasn’t going to be their new life together. Standing back, she watched as Blair took over, first finding a new set of sheets and pillowcases for the bed, then going over to the dresser and selecting two pairs of panties and two camisoles, with the implication that from now on they’d be sharing a lot more these days: underwear, outfits, make-up, and maybe even men!

“Shower or bath?” Blair asked. “Because, girl, we both are a hot mess. I’m pretty sticky and I know that you are too!”

“You choose,” Stephanie said quietly.

“I’ll run a bath then and we can both soak for a while. I’m sure that you’re ready to get that corset off.”

“Yes please.”

“Here’s your panties and top for tonight.” “Thanks, Blair.”

“Tomorrow when I get back from work, we’ll go shopping. What’s mine is yours, obviously. But just so you know, I’m free to hate you if you look better in my skirts and shorts than me. Deal?”

Stephanie blushed and looked down at the carpet. “Thanks again Blair.”

As Stephanie heard the bath water start to pour out in the tub, her eyes went to the unfortunate wedding photo on the wall. Without a doubt, the wife was gorgeous beyond measure, especially in her radiant white wedding gown, but there was something off about the husband. There was something unsure and not quite right about him. And Stephanie realized –with a terrible pang of conscious– that he'd probably spent his entire life trying to pretend to be something he was only because that's what everyone had always expected of him. Was it better to be a pathetic wimp husband who only annoyed his wife? Or was it better to be a sexy, beautiful, loving young woman who made people happy? And more importantly, Stephanie wondered, how many so-called husbands were still out there pretending to be something they weren’t?

THE END

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