I arose from my bed, now also Jackson's bed as far as I was concerned, and finally made my way into the bathroom. My asshole was sore and my face was covered in drying cum as I stared into the mirror. I studied myself. I felt feminine suddenly, as if taking Jackson's cock and being all but humiliated was my new calling in life. As I stared at the mess he'd made of my face, I was suddenly horny for this man again.
I washed my face and hopped in the shower to wash the jizz, lube and smell of sex from my body. I touched myself and felt suddenly so soft, no longer so masculine. I dried off and walked naked from my bedroom to the kitchen...something I'd never done before...and picked up my cell phone. I had an email. I opened it and saw it was from Jackson. I began to read it.
"Hey, baby. I had a great time fucking your hole this afternoon. You are a sweet little piece of ass. Daddy is pleased. You need to keep an eye on your email because I may just decide at anytime I need my cock serviced or your asshole or lips wrapped around my cock. So always keep an eye out. Daddy"
My hole and my mouth suddenly ached for this man to turn around and drive back. It would be a long day tomorrow and a long wait until Sunday.
Saturday found me driving over to Memphis to do a little shopping at one of the adult bookstores in town I'd visited before. I bought a few pairs of lacy, sexy panties and a butt plug, one of those jeweled types. I found several things that would make me feel sexy including some Brazilian panties. I'd already decided to grow my hair longer and strengthen my ass muscles so my rear would be more pronounced. I bought a bottle of throat numbing spray to improve my deep throating game. I put the spray in my pocket and loaded my purchases and headed back down the interstate toward the Mississippi River bridge.
On my way, there was another bookstore I'd never visited and just couldn't help myself. I wanted to see it. I pulled into the parking lot and the place had that nondescript and seedy look. I got out and walked in. I felt more confident than in times past. Like I had in other adult bookstores, I put fifteen bucks on a card and entered the doorway into the darkened maze of lust. Guys were milling around and some were quietly chatting. Part of me felt guilty for being here. Part of me didn't. The crowd was mixed but most of the guys were black. I was thankful for that. I walked from booth to booth just quietly observing.
Toward the back of the arcade area I found an empty booth. I didn't shut my booth door and had my reasons. I'd noticed some pretty handsome guys walking around and had caught one of the guy's eye. I inserted my card and found a sweet porn with a pretty little white college boy taking two muscled up black men at one time. I turned the sound up just enough so that anyone passing by would easily recognize the sounds of the college boy panting while two well-built black men crammed him full of dick. I pulled my own cock out and began to masturbate right there in the booth. If I'd had any inhibition left, it seemed gone forever now.
After a few short minutes, my efforts were rewarded. Two tall, very muscular black jock types, both younger than me, walked into my small booth and looked at me. One pulled the booth door shut and locked it while the other fished his dick out of his sweat pants and said, "Suck it, daddy." I quickly sat up in the chair, sprayed my throat with numbing spray and began sucking his cock as deep as I could force it. With the spray my gag was gone. I could literally feel his cock head hitting the back of my throat. His buddy pulled his dick out and walked up and stuck it in my face. Now I had two dicks to worship and worship them I did. I sucked both men alternately, one then the other. I sucked one cock while stroking the other.
The sucking went on for a while. The booth door was locked and I had no one to interrupt us. After a few long minutes of sucking both men, one said quietly, "Pull your shorts down and get up on the chair and let me fuck you while you suck my buddy."
I released his cock from my mouth and asked the obvious, "You have a condom?"
He flashed a Magnum condom and a bright grin, exposing a gold tooth. I pulled my shorts and underwear down and got up on the chair on my knees with ass exposed and facing this stranger. His buddy came around the other side and grabbed my head and forced his cock back into my mouth. As I was busy sucking his cock, his friend put on the condom and pushed his cock head into my hole. I felt it move past my sphincter and I was pushing just like Jackson taught me.
When he entered me, I felt suddenly full inside. I winced as I sucked his friend, but I never let go of the cock in my mouth. The black man behind me got his rhythm going and he fucked me hard and furiously. I felt his balls slapping against me. Just as with Jackson, it turned me on. I moaned and groaned and whimpered while he fucked me. His buddy was enjoying his blow job in the meantime. As for me, I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't think about how far I'd suddenly come from being married man to be a cock slut and cum whore for black men.
As the guy fucking me did so, he gripped my hips and suddenly I felt his grip tighten and he grunted heavily as he shot his load into the condom covering his cock. It must have done something to his buddy, because in just seconds, he tensed up and growled and I felt my mouth become full with his warm, salty cum. He shot a heavy load and I swallowed it as it squirted into my throat. The two leisurely stuffed their cocks back into their pants and nonchalantly exited my booth. I quickly pulled up my shorts and locked the booth door behind them. I sat there, my ass sore, and my mouth tasting of cum, thinking about how turned on I was. After I'd gotten myself together, I walked out the booth, avoiding eye contact with everyone else and made for the exit.
The drive back across the river gave me time to contemplate my journey so far. I felt so slutty, so secretly sissified without acting it yet. I'd already reached a point where I couldn't wait to have a cock in me. I checked my phone as I drove. I had an email from Jackson. It was short: "Hey Baby. I'll be over in the morning, 10:30. Wear something sexy and skimpy."
So we were still on for the morning, I thought relieved. I didn't really wonder but you never could tell. I was so horny already at the thought. You'd think I'd gotten my itch scratched at the sex shop today but I didn't. Saturday afternoon was going to a long one, Saturday night even longer.
Sunday morning I checked my phone. I had an email from Jackson. It read: "On my way in a little while. Be ready. Have the garage door up so I can pull in. Be kneeling by the couch in some sexy panties and nothing else when I walk in the door. Be a good little bitch for me, Baby."
I was already ready for him. My sexy lacy panties looked great on my plump muscular ass and my butt plug felt natural inside my hole. I watched the window and finally saw Jackson pulling into the drive. I got on my knees beside the couch and waited patiently. I heard the car in the garage and the garage door was closing. I waited.
In a moment, Jackson walked in and stared at me. I looked up at him and saw him smiling. He said nothing but walked down the hallway. I waited. In a few moments, he came back into the living room and he was naked. He walked up to me and took his semi-flaccid cock in his hand and swiped it across my cheek. It was heavy and thick.
"Boy," he said with a slight sneer, "you really got to learn your place. Today I'm gonna fuck your throat 'til its sore."
"Yes, sir," I replied obediently.
