"Fuck... your pussy is sooo good. It was made to take my big black cock!"
He wasn't wrong. For the third night in a row, Marcus had taken me to bed early and enjoyed using my mouth and my ass - honestly, it was now just my pussy - to pleasure himself. That's not to say I wasn't enjoying it, because I absolutely was. His long cock reached places deep inside me where no other man had ever been, and its thickness stretched my channel and filled me in the most addictive way imaginable. It didn't matter if I came from being fucked, or not (although I usually did, hands-free) - what I really cared about was being taken and having my cunt filled by his magnificent cock, and his thick, warm cum. Knowing that my body had sexually satisfied him was its own reward.
It had been a strange journey to this moment. I was in Boston for business, and had hooked up with a well hung black dude named Henry whose office was nearby my hotel. We fucked twice -- once in his office, and then later the same day in my hotel room (a tale recounted in another Literotica story). I was supposed to fly on to Cleveland that evening, but the meeting there was rescheduled. Rather than return to California, I connected again with Henry and spent the night in his bed. Let's just say I was pleasantly sore in the morning.
This is where things got interesting. During breakfast with Henry, he urged me to stay for another day (and night) or two, and then started telling me about a friend of his - Marcus - who was recently divorced (from a woman) and had confessed to Henry that he might like "to try sex with a feminine man." While I wasn't physically feminine (yet), Henry noted that fucking me was a lot like fucking a woman - I was submissive and took care to make sure my partner enjoyed himself. He also said that Marcus was extremely well endowed, both long and thick, and he thought I could fully satisfy him, something that Henry suspected Marcus wasn't getting from any of the women he was dating.
The implication was clear: Would I like to meet Marcus and let him fuck me? Sure.
So... that night, Marcus was invited over to Henry's apartment.
In the afternoon, at Henry's suggestion, I took a moisturizing bath - after using an enema kit - and carefully shaved most of the body hair below my neck, leaving only a neatly trimmed landing strip above my modest dicklet. Henry returned home with a lacy thong that fit me snugly, along with a pair of silky thigh-highs and a short silk robe. He also had me put on some dark red nail polish for both my hands and feet, and a matching lip gloss. There was no way I was going to pass as a woman, but I was intrigued by how feminizing just these few grooming changes were, and how they changed how I felt about my body.
When Marcus arrived, he and I were seated together on the sofa, and Henry brought us all generous glasses of wine. It turned out that Marcus was an educated conversationalist, and he seemed to enjoy my company. Well into a second large serving of wine for all of us, I began reaching out and gently stroking Marcus -- first his arm next to me, then his thigh. Soon after Marcus put his arm around me, and with his other hand, began stroking my thigh through the silk robe while we continued to talk. After 10 or 15 minutes of becoming comfortable with each other's touch, I turned slightly into Marcus and moved close to his lips; but he seemed resistant to kissing me, so I nuzzled his neck and shoulder. Marcus did expand his explorations of my body - rubbing both the bare skin of my thighs and that part covered with silky stockings, as well as squeezing my ass cheeks. It was a turn-on for both of us.
Through all of this, Henry remained a voyeur; actually, his presence was a bit of a turn on for me -- it seemed a bit naughty to be so intimate with his friend right in front of him. Eventually, Henry suggested that we move things to the bedroom, which was already dimly lit with candles.
